Post by Alex on Jun 22, 2005 19:47:01 GMT -5
It is the year 2338; the glory days of Pokemon training when Ash Ketchum and others walked the earth has long since past.
A war had broken out in 2180, in which the newly built “thinking machines” had attacked and killed there masters and waged war on the human race. The outcry against technology that followed crashed the economy and nearly all advances in technology were destroyed. Following the economic depression people started rebuilding, mostly leaning towards agriculture. Large plantations soon dotted the landscape and the demand for manual labor skyrocketed.
At first the lower classes were forced to work and became slaves; but the need kept growing. People started trapping Pokemon until there were almost none left in the wild and forcing them to work in the fields. The Pokemon rebelled but with the little technology that was left, special chains and cuffs were made that hit the pokemon with an attack of whatever type they were weakest to when they tried to fight. With Pokemon subdued, the demand for workers slowed, until a new crop was discovered; tungra, a grain-like berry that has amazing healing powers and was very filling when eaten. And so the demand rose again. But this time in order to meet the demand, using the limited technology that was left, a new species called pokemorphs were made. They were merely the human slaves that had been combined with pokemon to make them stronger and more durable. There were side affects though; the new creations were able to use attacks of the Pokemon they were combined with.
There was some hope for the dispirited slaves; not everyone believed in enslaving people and Pokemon and making pokemorphs. Whenever a slave escaped, these people, including forest dwelling hermits, wild Pokemon, and even some kind-hearted plantation owners, would do anything in their power to get them to a safe place; an island off the coast of Hoenn called Hantura. The island had held off attempts of takeover by its larger neighbors for centuries and was now taking in escaped slaves.
This is where you come in. You are one of the escaped slaves that has just run away from their master, either human, Pokemon, or pokemorph. You and the other escaped slaves are heading to Hantura Island and freedom. Now for the sign-ups.
Name:
Age: (between 10 and 25, please)
Gender:
Species: (human, pokemon, or pokemorph [if Pokemon or pokemorph, please state which species])
Description: (This is more important for humans and pokemorphs than Pokemon)
Personality:
Pokemon: (only one to start with)
Sample RPG: (this is also the begging of your journey.)
-Me-
Name:Alex
Age: 18
Gender: female
Species: pokemon (umbreon)
Description: Alex is a very rare species of umbreon, an albino one. She is white, her eyes are still red, and the normally yellow rings are black.
Personality: Is very rebellious, but does not go as far as to receive fatal punishment. Has an attitude, but can be solemnly nice.
Sample RPG: I strained to pull the large plow that was tethered to me. Why couldn't they have put at least two of us on this job? i wondered as i struggled again. A male farmer-looking worker lashed a whip at my back. That was it, i grabbed the whip in my teeth and flung the worker off the plow, and hard on his back onto the ground. Hearing a loud, sickening crack, the other pokemon and workers in the feild looked around at our plow. After seeing the worker's spine was borken, they hopped off their plows. Half of them took the worker to the medical center, and the other half tied me up and began to carry me to my masters house.
"You've done it this time." said a shiny Rapidash, Tiny Dancer, as they carried my past her. I wondered if i was ever going to get to see my friend again....
A war had broken out in 2180, in which the newly built “thinking machines” had attacked and killed there masters and waged war on the human race. The outcry against technology that followed crashed the economy and nearly all advances in technology were destroyed. Following the economic depression people started rebuilding, mostly leaning towards agriculture. Large plantations soon dotted the landscape and the demand for manual labor skyrocketed.
At first the lower classes were forced to work and became slaves; but the need kept growing. People started trapping Pokemon until there were almost none left in the wild and forcing them to work in the fields. The Pokemon rebelled but with the little technology that was left, special chains and cuffs were made that hit the pokemon with an attack of whatever type they were weakest to when they tried to fight. With Pokemon subdued, the demand for workers slowed, until a new crop was discovered; tungra, a grain-like berry that has amazing healing powers and was very filling when eaten. And so the demand rose again. But this time in order to meet the demand, using the limited technology that was left, a new species called pokemorphs were made. They were merely the human slaves that had been combined with pokemon to make them stronger and more durable. There were side affects though; the new creations were able to use attacks of the Pokemon they were combined with.
There was some hope for the dispirited slaves; not everyone believed in enslaving people and Pokemon and making pokemorphs. Whenever a slave escaped, these people, including forest dwelling hermits, wild Pokemon, and even some kind-hearted plantation owners, would do anything in their power to get them to a safe place; an island off the coast of Hoenn called Hantura. The island had held off attempts of takeover by its larger neighbors for centuries and was now taking in escaped slaves.
This is where you come in. You are one of the escaped slaves that has just run away from their master, either human, Pokemon, or pokemorph. You and the other escaped slaves are heading to Hantura Island and freedom. Now for the sign-ups.
Name:
Age: (between 10 and 25, please)
Gender:
Species: (human, pokemon, or pokemorph [if Pokemon or pokemorph, please state which species])
Description: (This is more important for humans and pokemorphs than Pokemon)
Personality:
Pokemon: (only one to start with)
Sample RPG: (this is also the begging of your journey.)
-Me-
Name:Alex
Age: 18
Gender: female
Species: pokemon (umbreon)
Description: Alex is a very rare species of umbreon, an albino one. She is white, her eyes are still red, and the normally yellow rings are black.
Personality: Is very rebellious, but does not go as far as to receive fatal punishment. Has an attitude, but can be solemnly nice.
Sample RPG: I strained to pull the large plow that was tethered to me. Why couldn't they have put at least two of us on this job? i wondered as i struggled again. A male farmer-looking worker lashed a whip at my back. That was it, i grabbed the whip in my teeth and flung the worker off the plow, and hard on his back onto the ground. Hearing a loud, sickening crack, the other pokemon and workers in the feild looked around at our plow. After seeing the worker's spine was borken, they hopped off their plows. Half of them took the worker to the medical center, and the other half tied me up and began to carry me to my masters house.
"You've done it this time." said a shiny Rapidash, Tiny Dancer, as they carried my past her. I wondered if i was ever going to get to see my friend again....