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[agathokakologic]

~~Esper~~


|espeon|16|female|pokemon|with; Umbra|

Esper blinked innocently at the mention of berries. "Oh, berries? What berries?" She joked, flicking her tail. She stiffened almost instantly as Umbra made his report. She nodded quietly, staring off into the distance. She could easily imagine a war between the pokemon and the strangers right across the plateau, with the early snow stained crimson and the crumbly rocks scarred. "We barely know anything about them... and they outnumber us by far." She commented, closing her eyes with disdain and fear. The sharp cold air didn't help at all as it blew over the rocky landscape. She was in mid-yawn as Umbra mentioned something about training. "Huh? Training? Yea, sure!" She said enthusiastically, sneezing a little. She quickly stumbled to her paws and slowly bounded upwards towards a flat plateau. The mountains were dangerous, for a pokemon could easily loose its footing and slide down into the never-ending abyss below. A few pebbles tumbled down the mountain side as Esper impatiently pulled herself over the mountain top's edge.

[zelos]

When leaves have fallen
And skies turned into grey.
The night keeps on closing in on the day
A nightingale sings his song of farewell
You better hide for her freezing hell

On cold wings she's coming
You better keep moving
For warmth, you'll be longing
Come on just feel it
Don't you see it?
You better believe it.

When she embraces
Your heart turns to stone

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Name ;;

➟ "I am Taiga..."

Gender ;;

➟ "My gender is female, and I should
hope I look like such."

Age ;;

➟ "I don't believe that concerns you."

Species ;;

➟ "I am a froslass, am I not?"

Type ;;

➟ "Half ice and half ghost."

Accessories ;;

➟ "I wear a necklace with a pendant of
a dagger that looks like it is made of ice."

Moveset ;;

➟ "Icy Wind, Ominous Wind, Ice Shard,
and Weather Ball."

Crush ;;

➟ "I haven't time for love."

➟ personality

History ;;

lyrics

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Name ;;

➟ "Greetings. I go by Alice."

Gender ;;

➟ "Um... do I not look
female?"

Species ;;

➟ "A gardevoir at her finest."

Type ;;

➟ "Psychic and fairy."

Accessories ;;

➟

Moveset ;;

➟

Crush ;;

➟ "..."

➟ personality

History ;;

[tropicalbacon]

Oh, how we lost our minds,
When we fell in love that night,
Promise me you won't cry,
This is our last goodbye!

Name:

My name's Kiro. Why?

Gender:

Would a girl have the name of Kiro? Of course not.

Age:

I've lived years I wish I could take away. But then, I would only be zero, wouldn't I, if I took away seventeen years of my life?

Description:

I'm a Mega Absol. I rarely change back into a regular Absol, as with that form comes much hurt and pain. My fur is a glowing silver, and my scythe a brighter blue than normal. My eyes are also a frosty blue.

History:

*flinches* I-I don't want to talk about it. (Will be revealed later.)

Moves:

Well, I have some pretty powerful moves, being at Level 79. I have Night Slash, my favorite move. I also know Dark Pulse. That one takes a bit of work. Detect is also among my moves. It gives me a massive headache, though. My hardest move, the one that usually makes me collapse, is Aura Sphere.

Type:

I am a pure Dark Type, son of Cressalia and Darkrai. Worshiper of the moon. Shadow of the night. The nightmares that haunt your dreams. The feeling you get when you feel something is watching you. I go by the name of Kiro, though.

Accessories:

I... Fine. I have a necklace. It's a crescent moon given to me by my mother, a ferocious Umbreon. I also have a chain around all of my paws, tied loosely. It was given to me by my father, to represent that none of us are free. We all work under something, or someone. Yveltal proved that to us when my mother tried to rebel.

[tuft.]

[[ I can't begin to explain how sorry I am for taking so long to post, but I hope I haven't killed the roleplay. ;-;

αgε» 25 years
gεnder» ♂
sφεciεs//αlliαncε» Karatenmon//Digimon
φσsiτiσn» Aerial Infantry Unit
rεlατiσnshiφs» N/A
wiτh» No one

►C R Θ W◄

Midnight black wings swayed softly in the wind as the tall, sword-wielding figure to which they were attached stood poised atop a jagged cliff edge, panning his gaze out over the environment around him with eyes alight with curiosity. Yes, his kind were at war with the inhabitants of this world, but that didn't mean the landscapes were any less impressive. His memories took him back to Register Jungle and Login Mountain, and his pointed teeth parted to give access to the sigh pushing its way between his jaws. How he missed his world. Whatever it was that could have happened to force his kind into this foreign place, he would never know; all he wanted was to return home. Things could not always be so easy. It seemed that making peace with the locals was the only way to gain some stability. Unfortunately, the others were not so open to that idea.

Crow shook his head, discontented and relatively stressed. He backed away from his perch a few steps, gazing down the mountain face before diving over the side of the cliff with a running start. His wings filled with wind and carried him safely down to the foot of the massive stone structure. As a member of his kind's army, he should not have betrayed what was asked of him. He, however, could not fight blindly against these beings without knowing they would not happily welcome a truce. If the natives were hostile by nature, they would have no choice. Having a place to call home is a necessity for all creatures, and the Digimon had lost theirs. It was his hope that these beings might come to let them stay.

αgε» 15 years
gεnder» ♂
sφεciεs//αlliαncε» Litleo//Neutral
φσsiτiσn» Orphan
rεlατiσnshiφs» N/A
wiτh» Pancham → No one

►R U S T ϒ◄

"You don't scare me!" piped Rusty, fur standing on end as he lowered his head and bared his less-than-intimidating fangs at the opposing Pancham. The little nuisance was trying to steal the fighting-type's berries, and so it was only natural that tempers would flare. Rusty looked for trouble everywhere he went, and it came in all shapes and sizes. This time, he had gotten himself in quite the jam, and he hadn't realized it until he took stock of the situation to recall the advantage the small bear had against him. Grumbling to himself, he reacted before his foe could, turning to kick up a cloud of dirt into the black-and-white Pokémon's eyes before peeling out to safety. "Pheh," he scoffed as he stopped to lick down a tuft of fur on his chest. "I could have taken him. I just didn't want to waste the effort!" This he said to whosoever was listening so that they would not deem him a coward. It was only his arrogance that made him assume anyone was watching, to begin with.

αgε» 19 years
gεnder» ♀
sφεciεs//αlliαncε» Renamon//Undecided
φσsiτiσn» Civilian
rεlατiσnshiφs» N/A
wiτh» No one

►Y U Σ◄

Within the forest, Yue could be seen seated upon the sturdy branch of a powerful tree, violet eyes dark with sorrow. She knew nothing of the world she had found herself in, and everywhere she went, she felt like an enemy. Despite her kind nature, she had been forced to choke down her rage in a few instances in which she had attempted to rest only to be chased from her spot by native creatures. Finally, it seemed, she had found a place where she could reflect on her situation. Trying her best to look on the bright side, she managed to flash a smile as the thought of finding a place in this world came to mind. But, in order to find a place, one must explore, and so the Renamon quickly and gracefully dismounted from her position to begin her trek through the forest. What she was looking for exactly, even she was unsure of. She just hoped that in time, this whole conflict would blow over.

[mora ;;]

ＵＭＢＲＡ

ᵐᵃˡᵉ ⁻⁻⁻ ᵉᶤᵍʰᵗᵉᵉᶰ ⁻⁻⁻ ᵘᵐᵇʳᵉᵒᶰ ⁻⁻⁻ ˡᵛˑ ˢᶤˣᵗʸ ᶰᶤᶰᵉ
ᵗᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ;; Esper

Umbra bumped Esper gently with his shoulder, eyes rolling."Don't be coy, I know you forgot about me." His red eyes twinkled with mischievousness, but were later dampened by his sister's statement."I don't know whether that is true or not. After all, we have never seen these 'Digimon' for ourselves." Sighing, he surveyed the craggy land that was part of his territory."We're not aware why they're here or what they want. It's not wise to make assumptions." He was quiet for a second, then pricked his ears when Esper took off."Hey, wait for me!" He sprang forward in hot pursuit of his sister. Even though this seemed like playacting, being in these type of situations could be life-saving, because one would already know how to react. Outnumbered or not, Umbra felt that it was his responsibility to train Esper to the best of her ability so that she could take care of herself when needed.

ＰＯＬＵＳ

ᵐᵃˡᵉ ⁻⁻⁻ ᵃᶰᶜᶤᵉᶰᵗ ⁻⁻⁻ ᵐᵉᵍᵃ ᶜʰᵃʳᶤᶻᵃʳᵈ ˣ ⁻⁻⁻ ˡᵛˑ ˢᵉᵛᵉᶰᵗʸ ᶰᶤᶰᵉ
ᵗᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ;; Crow.

Blue embers emerged from the leathery black muzzle and were strewn out by the passing wind, which whipped across fiery red eyes. Polus extended his majestic wings, letting the air caress his skin as he veered through the sky with unlikely ease. Even though this dragon was old, he was not out of shape. It was quite the opposite really- he was in the best shape of his life. All of those opponents who had come to challenge him over the years had done him a favor. He was the best of his kind- a legend, you might say. No one had ever beaten him.That might change, he thought to himself, letting out a rumbling sigh. He started to pass a great canyon, and his eyes swept the ground, scouring for anything out of the ordinary. But then, something ticked in the back of his mind, a sort of uneasiness.It might not hurt to look...it's not common for anybody to be at the bottom of the canyon. I'll just go down there and see what's going on. Veering to the left, he tilted his wings and started a spiraling descent towards the foot of the canyon, his figure casting a huge shadow over the floor.

[tuft.]

αgε» 25 years
gεnder» ♂
sφεciεs//αlliαncε» Karatenmon//Digimon
φσsiτiσn» Aerial Infantry Unit
rεlατiσnshiφs» N/A
wiτh» Polus

►C R Θ W◄

The dry, cracked ground beneath his feet send cold shivers up the proud Digimon's spine with each step. He was looking to investigate these Pokémon creatures further, yes, but... Had he chosen the best place to start? There didn't appear to be a single living thing anywhere around him. Shielding his view from the sun for a moment so that he may cast his gaze as far as it would go, nothing of interest stirred within his sights. Crow eventually dropped his hand, but the shade which it had provided had not gone. Eyes narrowed with interest, he turned his line of sight to the skies, surprised by what he saw. Such a menacing looking beast, and it was coming his way. Not one to react from apprehension or fear, the Digimon stood his ground, one hand thrown to the hilt of one of his swords... Just in case.

[andraste.]

☯ ａｌａｄａｒ ☯

|| male | nineteen | digimon | geogreymon | with ;; no one | word count ;; 309 ||

° ° ° °

I am the one...

>> The sun had crested over the mountainous ridge, and the dinosaur lifted his head with a low, rumbling grunt as the golden light bathed the cliff side. He blinked his amber eyes, squinting against the impossibly bright light after just awaking from the peaceful oblivion known as sleep. He was a bit of a vagabond, though he despises being referred to as much, because he had no real home, and only wandered aimlessly among the land. On this day (and the previous few), he'd claimed a piece of the mountain ridge that stretched for at least a hundred miles across the land. So far, it would seem that it had been barren, sparing him of the conflicting actions between the digimon and the strange new race that had suddenly appeared from no where. Aladar liked it that way, he preferred to stay out of the war. To be honest, he kind of liked fighting, he enjoyed violence and action, but he found that he just wasn't himself when he battled. It was as if he turned into some sort of monster. He hated feeling that way, like his emotions abandoned him. He hated being able to kill and feel nothing. He may not have seemed like it, but he did have some sense of nobility to him.

After a while, allowing the sun to warm his rough blue-striped orange skin, Aladar rose to his feet, swishing his tail across the rocky ground behind him. He was hungry, and he hadn't eaten in days. He'd have to leave this safe haven soon and find something to eat, though the thought didn't please him. He hoped that maybe he'd be able to scurry across something easy to snag without much interaction between larger, more threatening creatures, but he'd have to face that fear at some point, though the idea discomforted him.

...who sold his soul.

° ° ° °

❦ ｌａｅｋｎｉｒ ❦

|| male | sixteen | digimon | sangloupmon | with ;; no one | word count ;; 215|

° ° ° °

This is the world we live in...

>> A gentle breeze whispered delicately through the undergrowth, a large brute of a purple wolf padding across the forest floor, hardly disturbing the tranquility as his paws made soft shushing sounds as they stepped across the ground. Laeknir gazed around the woods, observing their quiet peacefulness. Not a disturbance in sight, or near at all, as far as his heightened senses could tell. He hadn't seen any of those horrid newcomers lately, and was grateful for it. They were strange creatures, and for some reason showed an interest of hostility towards Digimon like himself. Laeknir had done his best to stay out of the war as it was, but that didn't mean he didn't have an occasional run in with them.

Truthfully, he dreaded these run-ins, though knew them inevitable at some point. He didn't like hurting others for poor reasons, like for his own simple survival. However, if the life of someone that he actually cared about was in danger, he'd have no problem with fighting off whatever enemy dare cross his path. He was a noble man... er... wolf? He'd die for a cause, a good cause, much like a solider would give their life for their country... or whatever. He wasn't entirely sure how that worked, he'd never been a solider before.

...and these are the hand we're given

° ° ° °

☬ ｖｉｔａｎｉ ☬

|| female | fourteen | digimon | leormon | with ;; rusty | word count ;; 305|

° ° ° °

You'll never take us alive...

>> The small lion had grown bored with the passing hours, spending them sitting restlessly with no means. Vitani had grown loathsome of this exciteless isolation, but in truth, she also despised most social interaction. She was sitting in the small hideout she had crafted from broken tree limbs and ferns, when a sudden flash ran by, rustling the undergrowth around her and creating a pounding sound on the ground. Vitani jumped, her pelt standing on end, and poked her head out of the doorway that was just big enough for her squeeze. She cursed under her breath, trying to see what had caused the commotion, but the only signs of the perpetrator being a set of felinesque pawprints in the dirt. She cocked her head, deciding to follow them, and broke into a run as she did so, though quickly skidded to a halt when she heard a small voice. It said something about being to take him, but not wanting to waste effort, and it sounded as though it was talking to someone else. She crouched behind a bush and poked her head out, trying to get a better look. There was only one figure there, and it was a black lion cub, or so it appeared. He was... talking to himself? "Weirdy," she muttered, trying to figure out what, or what, he was. She'd never seen anyone looking like him before, perhaps we was one of those Pokey-whatevers that had been reported about as of late?

If so, he was an enemy.

And even if he was some weird species of Digimon she'd never heard of... he was still an enemy. A toothy grin spread across her muzzle and she crouched behind the undergrowth, bunching her muscles before springing forward with a somewhat fierce, catlike growl and aiming to pin him down.

...we swore that death would do us part

° ° ° °

[tuft.]

αgε» 15 years
gεnder» ♂
sφεciεs//αlliαncε» Litleo//Neutral
φσsiτiσn» Orphan
rεlατiσnshiφs» N/A
wiτh» Vitani

►R U S T ϒ◄

The small lion Pokémon had taken to grooming himself when all of a sudden a voice sounded from behind him. His ears flicked and he hopped to his paws, turning to face the source of the sound through narrowed eyes. "Hey, who you callin' 'weirdy' - oof!" Oh, how cowardly a sneak attack! Rusty was left pinned beneath the gleaming eyes of a lioness of sorts, the likes of which he'd ever seen before. "Who in Arceus' name...?" He cocked his head in wonder before shaking the interest from his mind in order to focus on getting away. His hind paws jabbed at the underside of his attacker in an effort to pry her loose and toss her overhead. She had him pinned pretty well, however, though he'd never admit it. No, instead, he loosed a disgruntled sigh and made a move to whack the she-cub on the cheek with a closed paw. "What are you, anyway?" he grumbled. "Aside from insane, because you already made that obvious."

[tropicalbacon]

Oh, how we lost our minds,
When we fell in love that night,
Promise me you won't cry,
This is our last goodbye!

Name:

My name's Kiro. Why?

Gender:

Would a girl have the name of Kiro? Of course not.

Age:

I've lived years I wish I could take away. But then, I would only be zero, wouldn't I, if I took away seventeen years of my life?

Description:

I'm a Mega Absol. I rarely change back into a regular Absol, as with that form comes much hurt and pain. My fur is a glowing silver, and my scythe a brighter blue than normal. My eyes are also a frosty blue.

History:

*flinches* I-I don't want to talk about it. (Will be revealed later.)

Moves:

Well, I have some pretty powerful moves, being at Level 79. I have Night Slash, my favorite move. I also know Dark Pulse. That one takes a bit of work. Detect is also among my moves. It gives me a massive headache, though. My hardest move, the one that usually makes me collapse, is Aura Sphere.

Type:

I am a pure Dark Type, son of Cressalia and Darkrai. Worshiper of the moon. Shadow of the night. The nightmares that haunt your dreams. The feeling you get when you feel something is watching you. I go by the name of Kiro, though.

Accessories:

I... Fine. I have a necklace. It's a crescent moon given to me by my mother, a ferocious Umbreon. I also have a chain around all of my paws, tied loosely. It was given to me by my father, to represent that none of us are free. We all work under something, or someone. Yveltal proved that to us when my mother tried to rebel.

{}I finished my form. :3{}

[mora ;;]

ＰＯＬＵＳ

ᵐᵃˡᵉ ⁻⁻⁻ ᵃᶰᶜᶤᵉᶰᵗ ⁻⁻⁻ ᵐᵉᵍᵃ ᶜʰᵃʳᶤᶻᵃʳᵈ ˣ ⁻⁻⁻ ˡᵛˑ ˢᵉᵛᵉᶰᵗʸ ᶰᶤᶰᵉ
ᵗᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ;; Crow.

A new smell assaulted Polus's nostrils- one that seemed strangely familiar.Of course,he mused,this must be the Digimon that those young'sters have all been talking about. The muscles in his body tightened out of reflex, as they normally did when meeting an opponent. Polus had to shrink his wings in slightly, as the walls were starting to get tighter and close in, and could finally see exactly who was at the bottom of the canyon. Feathers made of night, this avian creature bore no resemblance to Pokemon.No,the great dragon snorted,this one appears to be some mutated human. Polus had heard of the war that threatened to spill over the land, ravaging anything in its path. The salamander took it upon himself to attempt to stop this feud, but it seemed that these newcomers cared not for niceties. Rather, they just invaded their land and claimed it as their own!

He landed lightly on his feet with grace that one would not expect from a gargantuan like him. Clouds of dust spiraled skywards, covering in thick haze. Polus didn't want a fight- after all, he was the one trying to stop it. But these "Digimon" threatened his home, his life, those who were close to them. And that was unacceptable.

Head swiveling to the avian bird that stood in front of him, the dragon noted the tenseness in his shoulders, the defensive stance, and the look in his eyes. It didn't help that the alien had a hand on a sword- how a bird with such skinny wings held that hunk of metal was beyond Polus. Staring the bird straight in the eyes, he disregarded the weapon he threatened to unsheathe."What is your business here?" The great dragon let out a rumble, one that was serious and not to be meddled with. Trying to handle all of the instinctive rage and rashness that had swelled inside him, he settled for a sharp glare.