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rivalkidneypunch) wrote2012-02-20 01:53 am
rivalkidneypunch) wrote2012-02-20 01:53 am
Reappin' time
Player Name: Snap
Character's Name: Char
Character's usernamerivalkidneypunch
Game Series: Pogomens
Link to previous app: Old app is ooolllld.
Age (If there is a change):19 still 21 JFC
Canon point changes (If any): Uhhhh nope.
Additional history that happened since the last application (their history at the school before they left, what happened and caused them to return):
CHAR WHERE THE HECK HAVE YOU BEEEEEN
Gather round, children, to hear ye a tale of deep intrigue and thrills. So once upon a time there was a Charizard (not the shiny one, the dickish one). He was being a total swagger dragon all over campus as usual, when suddenly EVIL AND VILLAINY reared their ugly heads. You know how Char's been dabbling in daring bounty-hunting adventures with resident Hot Blonde Female Protagonist, Samus Aran? As it turns out, those chucklefucks with the space bees weren't entirely foiled by having Char and Samus implode their secret base. They were up to their old tricks again, those rascals.
So here's the downlow: these guys are watching their backs this time around. Playing it reaaal safelike. A few underhanded deals were made, and they started operating right out of Sinnoh's Pokemon League, masquerading as an independent medicine company selling off herbal medicine to trainers about to challenge the Elite Four. Their base of operations? Imbedded right smack dab in the heart of Victory Road. You can't get anywhere near the joint without a full set of badges.
Which, naturally, is a bit of a setback for most bounty hunters. Even if, say, Samus gets tipped off on it, it's not exactly the kinda place that a regular human can get near. A Pokemon, on the other hand? Nobody's gonna bat an eyelash. So naturally, this should be routine enough for a certain Charizard: haul ass back to Sinnoh, worm your way into the joint, make sure there's nothing illegal going on. If there is, raise a little hell. No problem. Shouldn't take much longer than the other two bounty adventures he's had, should it? He can't exactly mention where he's going to his team, given that this would require explaining Biomech's secret bounty hunting and his own occasional guest role in them, but as long as he's back quick enough, surely this will appear no different from his occasional trips to check on the Kanto Charizards or spontaneous wild days.
So off Char goes to Sinnoh. (Still a real long-ass flight, for the record.) He makes some inquiries with the local wild Pokemon, and gets the same answer: stay away from the deepest part, Pokemon have been vanishing from there. Alright, that screams suspicious. Char moseys on down there, and sure enough: sketchy-lookin' types skulking about, and OH FUCK OH SHIT, they have those same stupid mind-control gloves they had the last time around. Char would sooner take a knife to the cloaca than get snared by one of those things, so he covers his bright-ass tail up the best as he can, and stays the fuck outta sight.
Kinda hard to tell what they're doing while you're trying not to be the World's Worst Ninja, but so far as he can tell, they're using those machine thingies to snatch up all the Pokemon they come across, then heading off to their Super Secret Lair concealed behind a fake boulder. Walking right in there's not an option, so he backs off and goes to the wild population again. A Kadabra's nice enough to inform him: from what she reads of the minds down there, the wild Pokemon are being smuggled out by the hundreds as slave labour, so they can build more of those secretive secret underground bases and manufacture mutant honey, hypnogloves, and all that other stuff in comfortable privacy. They've actually got a forge in the process of being built down there, and (oh daaaang) they managed to swipe a HEATRAN to power the thing.
what
how in the
OH COME ON
After Char got done calling hax on this silliness, it occurred to him that he was still gonna hafta figure out a way to ruin this operation. Team Bumblefuck was being a lot less idiotic about its security this time around, so "shoot the single lone guard and ditch his body in the river" wasn't quite gonna work out this time. Okay, next obvious idea: he's in a cave filled to the brim with rock/ground types. Ones that are pretty good at tunnelling. So clearly the best course of action would be to carefully survey the area and chart out a precise network of places to tunnel in order to send the whole forge crashing down on those jerks without risking getting his face smashed in by those goddamn gauntlets.
Except, uh, HAHAHAHA no. That would require intelligence and long-term planning. Instead, Char gathers up all the groundy Pokemon he can -- Gravellers, Rhydons, Onixes and Steelixes, a handful of Gabites -- and tells them his plan: tunnel the heck into the joint, raise a lot of hell, maybe get the enslaved ones free from the gauntlet control and laugh as they wreak pissed-off retribution on those humans.
This goes about as well as you'd expect: it's an ABSOLUTE CLUSTERFUCK. I mean, jeez, each Onix alone is like twenty feet of rocky clumsiness. Pokemon bursting out of the ground everywhere, equipment getting smashed, it's a mess. The humans are a bit more prepared for dragon-induced mass destruction this time around, however: they turn their slaves against the wild ones, and manage to get a pretty hefty chunk of the attacking force under their gauntlet's control, too.
And then they SUMMON THE HEATRAN. Ohhhh nooo. That thing's firing off Earth Powers left and right. Rock types are getting curbstomped all over, it's vomiting magma all over the place, the smelting furnace is rupturing. Oh crap, MOLTEN PAINFUL GOOP EVERYWHERE. THIS IS NOT AS PLANNED. This does not look good for Kerosene T. Chayzard's Forces of Justice (but at least it's not so bad for his Forces of Ruining Expensive Equipment). Actually, it's really not looking so good for the villainous humanfolk, either. Heatran's rampaging out of their gauntlets' control, and MOLTEN METAL AND FIRES AND TREMORS IN THE CAVE are not exactly comfortable conditions for people. They wisely opt to scream a bunch and retreat.
Heatran is still very much a problem for Char, though. Yeah, he's immune to ground moves and he can take a little heat just fine, but it will be very problematic indeed if rocks fall and everyone dies, as he was the one that dragged them here in the first place. Plain and simple: Heatran's gotta fall. The other few Pokemon still standing have a similar idea, and so begins the most desperate of struggles: a bunch of random shmucks with type weaknesses against an angry legendary. Gravellers Exploding, Rhyhorns Earthquaking, Steelixes glowing red-hot in the escalating heat of Heatran's Magma Storm, and Char Focus Blasting like he's never Focus Blasted before.
Our intrepid heroes, alas, are getting shitstomped. Barely any of the wild ones are left standing. Char is preparing to fire off the last Focus Blast he can manage, but Heatran interrupts with Ancientpower. ROCKS EVERYWHERE. No time to react: there's the sickening (and sadly kinda familiar) noise of a fragile, hollow wingbone snapping under the assault of several giant magical boulders, and next thing he knows, Char's flat on the ground, pinned down beneath a rock. Heatran's taken one heck of a pummelling from the desparate struggle Char's numbers had put up, but the cracked, magma-splattered ground is strewn with collapsed Pokemon. No way to dodge, can't Air Slash with a broken wing, Focus Blast is all outta PP. Heatran is barrelling down on him, ready to Iron Head Char into another dimension. Trust me, you had to be there: wicked intense.
Only one reasonable option, then. Char punches Heatran. (Hey, Thunderpunch is at least neutral damage.) Heatran stumbles, plows into the rocks a hair's breadth away from Char, and... is still. A narrow victory is won in the eleventh hour. How does Char celebrate? First by realizing he's still stuck under a rock, then by coming to terms with the fact that punching a steel monster in the head has probably broken his hand. ...Then by passing out because jesus almighty that kind of hurts a lot. Yaaaaay.
Eventually, the others come around, and are nice enough to dig him up. No sign of Heatran: it must have wandered off to wherever super-rare Pokemon go. There is much licking of wounds, a return to the outside of the super secret lair, then a grand celebration as the ground-types collapse the joint. Mission complete, day saved, myth busted. Time to go home, right?
One small problem: Char can't fly with a broken wing. In Sinnoh, the Pokemon League is located on an island. As in, place surrounded by water that is only accessible either by flying or surfing. Going human form and asking to borrow a phone or something really isn't gonna work, considering the dragony parts attached to his gijinker self, and unfortunately... very few humans are fluent in Charizardese.
...Well, dang.
TL;DR version: Char was on an exciting exciteful adventure, messed his wing up (yet again), and was stranded until it healed up enough for him to fly home.
Personality Changes (ie, some characters grow are are different based on where they are taken from. Please write down any changes in personality compared to the first app): He's pretty much the same old Char still. Consistently injuring himself by being a prize moron and getting into fights way out of his depth? Pretty much par for the course.
In-Character 1st person sample:
Why the fuck does the roof stink of cat piss?
Look, I know this place barely holds itself together without me keepin' a sharp eye on my turf, but this is just sloppy. I dunno what kinda inbred housepet decided to go traipsin' around like they own the place (SASHA) but this is my territory, it will always be my territory, and anyone who goes thinkin' otherwise is in for more kinds of hurt than they even got words for. I'm generous enough to let the rest of you dick around in my turf, but I don't need the roof reekin' to high heaven. All you clowns find somewhere else to stink up, got it?
Next order of business: anyone who asks where I've been gets smacked up. Ain't none of your business, and it ain't nothin' I'm in the mood to go explainin' to everyone and their dog. We've firmly established that I'm still half-wild, and if you need anythin' more than that, then you're dumb as fuck.
[BUT THEN: Private to not-dumb-as-fuck team]
...Broken wing. Real long story, trust me.
In-Character 3rd person sample:
His Charmeleon days had given Char plenty of experience with hunting on land, but that certainly didn't make it much easier. He was built for aerial ambushes, not stealth. No prey was quite so stupid as to miss a six-foot flaming orange thing. He was a familiar sight Victory Road's inhabitants by now; surely if he'd asked, then a Gabite or Gyarados might be kind enough to spare him something to eat. Char, however, had the pride inherent in his species. Even in his younger days, he would rather have starved than ask for charity from anyone. Okay, so he was bigger than he used to be, but how hard could it be to at least catch a few little morsels by surprise?
Very hard, as it turned out. He wasn't about to admit it to anyone, but Char was starting to get a bit desperate.
Case in point: he was sitting at the water's edge, staring intently at a Magikarp attempting to flop its way up a waterfall. This was how low he had sunk. Not only was he seriously considering eating Magikarp, but he couldn't even go get the stupid thing himself. Not his best moment by any stretch of the imagination, but he was no stranger to the weird-ass diet a guy could adopt once he got hungry enough.
Come on... come on... yes! The Magikarp's wild flailing had carried it too far to the side, and it had splashed onto the bank. Char didn't waste a second; he lurched after it, snatching it up in his claws. The Magikarp immediately began flopping like a... well, a Magikarp, squirming out of Char's hands, giving him a good slap between the ears with its tail, and bouncing from the ground into the shallows. Oh hell naw. He was a Charizard! He wasn't gonna get outsmarted by a stupid fish. Char dropped to all fours, long neck plunging into the water, jaws closing around that Magikarp's scaly hide. Triumphantly, he pulled his head free of the water, grinning in sheer self-satisfaction around the fish snared in his teeth. What now, asshole fish? What now?
A short distance away, a trainer and her Infernape were staring. "...And people say our generation's starters look stupid," the girl mumbled under her breath, shaking her head.
Character's Name: Char
Character's username
rivalkidneypunchGame Series: Pogomens
Link to previous app: Old app is ooolllld.
Age (If there is a change):
Canon point changes (If any): Uhhhh nope.
Additional history that happened since the last application (their history at the school before they left, what happened and caused them to return):
CHAR WHERE THE HECK HAVE YOU BEEEEEN
Gather round, children, to hear ye a tale of deep intrigue and thrills. So once upon a time there was a Charizard (not the shiny one, the dickish one). He was being a total swagger dragon all over campus as usual, when suddenly EVIL AND VILLAINY reared their ugly heads. You know how Char's been dabbling in daring bounty-hunting adventures with resident Hot Blonde Female Protagonist, Samus Aran? As it turns out, those chucklefucks with the space bees weren't entirely foiled by having Char and Samus implode their secret base. They were up to their old tricks again, those rascals.
So here's the downlow: these guys are watching their backs this time around. Playing it reaaal safelike. A few underhanded deals were made, and they started operating right out of Sinnoh's Pokemon League, masquerading as an independent medicine company selling off herbal medicine to trainers about to challenge the Elite Four. Their base of operations? Imbedded right smack dab in the heart of Victory Road. You can't get anywhere near the joint without a full set of badges.
Which, naturally, is a bit of a setback for most bounty hunters. Even if, say, Samus gets tipped off on it, it's not exactly the kinda place that a regular human can get near. A Pokemon, on the other hand? Nobody's gonna bat an eyelash. So naturally, this should be routine enough for a certain Charizard: haul ass back to Sinnoh, worm your way into the joint, make sure there's nothing illegal going on. If there is, raise a little hell. No problem. Shouldn't take much longer than the other two bounty adventures he's had, should it? He can't exactly mention where he's going to his team, given that this would require explaining Biomech's secret bounty hunting and his own occasional guest role in them, but as long as he's back quick enough, surely this will appear no different from his occasional trips to check on the Kanto Charizards or spontaneous wild days.
So off Char goes to Sinnoh. (Still a real long-ass flight, for the record.) He makes some inquiries with the local wild Pokemon, and gets the same answer: stay away from the deepest part, Pokemon have been vanishing from there. Alright, that screams suspicious. Char moseys on down there, and sure enough: sketchy-lookin' types skulking about, and OH FUCK OH SHIT, they have those same stupid mind-control gloves they had the last time around. Char would sooner take a knife to the cloaca than get snared by one of those things, so he covers his bright-ass tail up the best as he can, and stays the fuck outta sight.
Kinda hard to tell what they're doing while you're trying not to be the World's Worst Ninja, but so far as he can tell, they're using those machine thingies to snatch up all the Pokemon they come across, then heading off to their Super Secret Lair concealed behind a fake boulder. Walking right in there's not an option, so he backs off and goes to the wild population again. A Kadabra's nice enough to inform him: from what she reads of the minds down there, the wild Pokemon are being smuggled out by the hundreds as slave labour, so they can build more of those secretive secret underground bases and manufacture mutant honey, hypnogloves, and all that other stuff in comfortable privacy. They've actually got a forge in the process of being built down there, and (oh daaaang) they managed to swipe a HEATRAN to power the thing.
what
how in the
OH COME ON
After Char got done calling hax on this silliness, it occurred to him that he was still gonna hafta figure out a way to ruin this operation. Team Bumblefuck was being a lot less idiotic about its security this time around, so "shoot the single lone guard and ditch his body in the river" wasn't quite gonna work out this time. Okay, next obvious idea: he's in a cave filled to the brim with rock/ground types. Ones that are pretty good at tunnelling. So clearly the best course of action would be to carefully survey the area and chart out a precise network of places to tunnel in order to send the whole forge crashing down on those jerks without risking getting his face smashed in by those goddamn gauntlets.
Except, uh, HAHAHAHA no. That would require intelligence and long-term planning. Instead, Char gathers up all the groundy Pokemon he can -- Gravellers, Rhydons, Onixes and Steelixes, a handful of Gabites -- and tells them his plan: tunnel the heck into the joint, raise a lot of hell, maybe get the enslaved ones free from the gauntlet control and laugh as they wreak pissed-off retribution on those humans.
This goes about as well as you'd expect: it's an ABSOLUTE CLUSTERFUCK. I mean, jeez, each Onix alone is like twenty feet of rocky clumsiness. Pokemon bursting out of the ground everywhere, equipment getting smashed, it's a mess. The humans are a bit more prepared for dragon-induced mass destruction this time around, however: they turn their slaves against the wild ones, and manage to get a pretty hefty chunk of the attacking force under their gauntlet's control, too.
And then they SUMMON THE HEATRAN. Ohhhh nooo. That thing's firing off Earth Powers left and right. Rock types are getting curbstomped all over, it's vomiting magma all over the place, the smelting furnace is rupturing. Oh crap, MOLTEN PAINFUL GOOP EVERYWHERE. THIS IS NOT AS PLANNED. This does not look good for Kerosene T. Chayzard's Forces of Justice (but at least it's not so bad for his Forces of Ruining Expensive Equipment). Actually, it's really not looking so good for the villainous humanfolk, either. Heatran's rampaging out of their gauntlets' control, and MOLTEN METAL AND FIRES AND TREMORS IN THE CAVE are not exactly comfortable conditions for people. They wisely opt to scream a bunch and retreat.
Heatran is still very much a problem for Char, though. Yeah, he's immune to ground moves and he can take a little heat just fine, but it will be very problematic indeed if rocks fall and everyone dies, as he was the one that dragged them here in the first place. Plain and simple: Heatran's gotta fall. The other few Pokemon still standing have a similar idea, and so begins the most desperate of struggles: a bunch of random shmucks with type weaknesses against an angry legendary. Gravellers Exploding, Rhyhorns Earthquaking, Steelixes glowing red-hot in the escalating heat of Heatran's Magma Storm, and Char Focus Blasting like he's never Focus Blasted before.
Our intrepid heroes, alas, are getting shitstomped. Barely any of the wild ones are left standing. Char is preparing to fire off the last Focus Blast he can manage, but Heatran interrupts with Ancientpower. ROCKS EVERYWHERE. No time to react: there's the sickening (and sadly kinda familiar) noise of a fragile, hollow wingbone snapping under the assault of several giant magical boulders, and next thing he knows, Char's flat on the ground, pinned down beneath a rock. Heatran's taken one heck of a pummelling from the desparate struggle Char's numbers had put up, but the cracked, magma-splattered ground is strewn with collapsed Pokemon. No way to dodge, can't Air Slash with a broken wing, Focus Blast is all outta PP. Heatran is barrelling down on him, ready to Iron Head Char into another dimension. Trust me, you had to be there: wicked intense.
Only one reasonable option, then. Char punches Heatran. (Hey, Thunderpunch is at least neutral damage.) Heatran stumbles, plows into the rocks a hair's breadth away from Char, and... is still. A narrow victory is won in the eleventh hour. How does Char celebrate? First by realizing he's still stuck under a rock, then by coming to terms with the fact that punching a steel monster in the head has probably broken his hand. ...Then by passing out because jesus almighty that kind of hurts a lot. Yaaaaay.
Eventually, the others come around, and are nice enough to dig him up. No sign of Heatran: it must have wandered off to wherever super-rare Pokemon go. There is much licking of wounds, a return to the outside of the super secret lair, then a grand celebration as the ground-types collapse the joint. Mission complete, day saved, myth busted. Time to go home, right?
One small problem: Char can't fly with a broken wing. In Sinnoh, the Pokemon League is located on an island. As in, place surrounded by water that is only accessible either by flying or surfing. Going human form and asking to borrow a phone or something really isn't gonna work, considering the dragony parts attached to his gijinker self, and unfortunately... very few humans are fluent in Charizardese.
...Well, dang.
TL;DR version: Char was on an exciting exciteful adventure, messed his wing up (yet again), and was stranded until it healed up enough for him to fly home.
Personality Changes (ie, some characters grow are are different based on where they are taken from. Please write down any changes in personality compared to the first app): He's pretty much the same old Char still. Consistently injuring himself by being a prize moron and getting into fights way out of his depth? Pretty much par for the course.
In-Character 1st person sample:
Why the fuck does the roof stink of cat piss?
Look, I know this place barely holds itself together without me keepin' a sharp eye on my turf, but this is just sloppy. I dunno what kinda inbred housepet decided to go traipsin' around like they own the place (SASHA) but this is my territory, it will always be my territory, and anyone who goes thinkin' otherwise is in for more kinds of hurt than they even got words for. I'm generous enough to let the rest of you dick around in my turf, but I don't need the roof reekin' to high heaven. All you clowns find somewhere else to stink up, got it?
Next order of business: anyone who asks where I've been gets smacked up. Ain't none of your business, and it ain't nothin' I'm in the mood to go explainin' to everyone and their dog. We've firmly established that I'm still half-wild, and if you need anythin' more than that, then you're dumb as fuck.
[BUT THEN: Private to not-dumb-as-fuck team]
...Broken wing. Real long story, trust me.
In-Character 3rd person sample:
His Charmeleon days had given Char plenty of experience with hunting on land, but that certainly didn't make it much easier. He was built for aerial ambushes, not stealth. No prey was quite so stupid as to miss a six-foot flaming orange thing. He was a familiar sight Victory Road's inhabitants by now; surely if he'd asked, then a Gabite or Gyarados might be kind enough to spare him something to eat. Char, however, had the pride inherent in his species. Even in his younger days, he would rather have starved than ask for charity from anyone. Okay, so he was bigger than he used to be, but how hard could it be to at least catch a few little morsels by surprise?
Very hard, as it turned out. He wasn't about to admit it to anyone, but Char was starting to get a bit desperate.
Case in point: he was sitting at the water's edge, staring intently at a Magikarp attempting to flop its way up a waterfall. This was how low he had sunk. Not only was he seriously considering eating Magikarp, but he couldn't even go get the stupid thing himself. Not his best moment by any stretch of the imagination, but he was no stranger to the weird-ass diet a guy could adopt once he got hungry enough.
Come on... come on... yes! The Magikarp's wild flailing had carried it too far to the side, and it had splashed onto the bank. Char didn't waste a second; he lurched after it, snatching it up in his claws. The Magikarp immediately began flopping like a... well, a Magikarp, squirming out of Char's hands, giving him a good slap between the ears with its tail, and bouncing from the ground into the shallows. Oh hell naw. He was a Charizard! He wasn't gonna get outsmarted by a stupid fish. Char dropped to all fours, long neck plunging into the water, jaws closing around that Magikarp's scaly hide. Triumphantly, he pulled his head free of the water, grinning in sheer self-satisfaction around the fish snared in his teeth. What now, asshole fish? What now?
A short distance away, a trainer and her Infernape were staring. "...And people say our generation's starters look stupid," the girl mumbled under her breath, shaking her head.