Trainer
| you're only as innocent as the horns holding up your halo |
AGE
Twenty-One |
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GENDER
Masculine |
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PERSONAL COMPUTER
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Absinthe IS OFFLINE
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Post by SYLVESTER BLACKBURNE on Aug 15, 2016 8:22:35 GMT
[attr="class","runwrap"] [attr="class","runtop"] [attr="class","runpic"]  Sylvester was amazed to have gotten this far. The earlier parts of Sinnoh region has their own plethora of pokemon, but the further he got, the more rumors had it that rare and powerful pokemon were lingering the many wilds surrounding him. As for now he was walking along route 214. His outfit consisted of black denim slacks, dark brown boots, with a grey coat slipped over his white shirt and left unfastened. It had been awhile since he last saw anyone...which was kind of suspicious. But word had it that Team Galactic's headquarters was nearby, so he guessed that people were afraid to roam the various routes nearby out of fear for being attacked. Sylvester wasn't really afraid of all that, though. He had pokemon whose skills he trusted, and as the days went on he would only have more. Galactic would need to do a lot more than burn down a place called "Floaroma" if they wanted to be feared. It would've been wiser to target the pokemon centers, or perhaps even the pokemon gyms themselves. At least Sylvester seemed to think so... [attr="class","drkeecredit"]— DARKEE — [newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px verdana; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px verdana; font-weight: bold;[/newclass]
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Galactic Spy
| Of those who can't sleep, he walks... |
AGE
twenty-two |
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GENDER
female |
PERSONAL COMPUTER
PERSONAL COMPUTER
IS OFFLINE
sayn IS OFFLINE
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Post by Calypso Barnes on Aug 16, 2016 2:09:39 GMT
 [attr="class","CALME"]She wanted to go party. Somewhere and have fun. She bought a new black bra and crimson dress. It all matched so perfectly. Bundled up hair and black eyepatch. She wore ballet flats in order to stay her usual height of 5'5. Not like it matters. She can still give one swift of a punch. Route 214 was a special place for her. Considering not everyone would want to be here since it could be littered with Galactic scum just like her... She shook her head. No, she needed to be more open. Be more wild. The memories of Floaroma burned in her memory. How blissfully unaware of how horrible it could have been if Galactic used their power to the fullest of their extent. If I could find my parents... maybe I wouldn't be so lost. She could have sworn she saw someone at the corner of her eye. Up ahead, he was farther than she thought. Hey! She called out. Hey you! I'm glad to see someone other than me on this route! Calypso took her time, she wasn't in any rush to catch up to the individual. Damn you're taller than I thought, take smaller steps please. [newclass=.CALME b]font-family:Raleway;font-size:12px;color:#74BBFB;line-height:100%;[/newclass][googlefont=Raleway] |
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Trainer
| you're only as innocent as the horns holding up your halo |
AGE
Twenty-One |
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GENDER
Masculine |
PERSONAL COMPUTER
PERSONAL COMPUTER
IS OFFLINE
Absinthe IS OFFLINE
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Post by SYLVESTER BLACKBURNE on Aug 16, 2016 10:22:07 GMT
[attr="class","runwrap"] [attr="class","runtop"] [attr="class","runpic"] Sylvester's line of thought was interrupted by a voice. Some girl with an eye-patch had caught up to him on the trail. He was kind of suspicious of her...though also fixated on her articles of clothing. A lot of her skin was showing. "Uh, hey...?" Sylvester was a bit confused at the part of being told he should take smaller steps. "You need help with something?" He wanted to find out why she was glad to have found somebody along the route. He was actually looking for pokemon, and while he didn't meet many people and she seemed like an interesting person to talk to...Sylvester almost wanted to decided against it. The more he stared at her eye-patch, the more he wondered how she got it. "My name's Sylvester." He stared the girl in her only eye. "What brings you all the way out here?"[attr="class","drkeecredit"]— DARKEE — [newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px verdana; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px verdana; font-weight: bold;[/newclass]
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Galactic Spy
| Of those who can't sleep, he walks... |
AGE
twenty-two |
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GENDER
female |
PERSONAL COMPUTER
PERSONAL COMPUTER
IS OFFLINE
sayn IS OFFLINE
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Post by Calypso Barnes on Aug 19, 2016 10:40:48 GMT
[attr="class","CALME"]She noticed how he looked at her. Especially at the eyepatch. Wh wouldn't be curious by the fabric of covering one's eye? Truly a story to tell and she had many stories for something so small. relief isn't one of those many things she could call for. more like company where she could satisfy her lack of encounter with actual people. as much as she disliked to say it, she likes people. it's what makes her better as a person. it's not that i need help, it's just that this route has become quite lonely to walk since the galactic headquarters is somewhere nearby, she said with a smile. the name sylvester was something uncommon to her. the only sylvester she knew was the cat that often wanted to eat tweety the canary. no doubt, it was an interesting name for her to hear. Well, you certainly don't look like a cat, but, it's nice to meet you. i'm calypso. as steady as their pace was, cal liked it. it wasn't fast and it wasn't slow. despite the major height difference, she liked the thought of taking her time and not have the luxury to wander aimlessly around this route. catching pokemon, and hopefully not encountering some galactic, a small laugh escaped her lips as she smiled. what about you? [newclass=.CALME b]font-family:Raleway;font-size:12px;color:#74BBFB;line-height:100%;[/newclass][googlefont=Raleway] |
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Trainer
| you're only as innocent as the horns holding up your halo |
AGE
Twenty-One |
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GENDER
Masculine |
PERSONAL COMPUTER
PERSONAL COMPUTER
IS OFFLINE
Absinthe IS OFFLINE
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Post by SYLVESTER BLACKBURNE on Aug 20, 2016 3:54:12 GMT
[attr="class","runwrap"] [attr="class","runtop"] [attr="class","runpic"] "Same as you. I need more pokemon if I am to take on the gym here someday." Cassidy's poison type gym was a real nuisance. Although Sylvester was dying to see his Charmander grow to be able to take down her Venasaur one day. Ideally as a Charizard. Some people didn't like him for it. That was okay. 'Why would I be a cat though...?' His lips tugged, trying to form a smile, but it was strained. He was a bit too confused to smile so eagerly. He didn't know if it was supposed to be some kind of joke or something? "Would you have any badges by chance?" Presuming Calypso was a trainer, she just might. He started to think about having a battle, but held back on that thought for the moment being. He didn't want to come off as some battle-hungry snob, but he really did enjoy battling. And when he won? It just made his ego inflate even more than before. But she wouldn't hear about it. Not through him at least... "I can say for sure that I don't...not yet anyway." He was very close to challenging his first gym, but 'not yet' was what Sylvester told himself in order to avoid any potential embarrassment. He'd rather wait until he was more than positive it would be him to come out victorious. Winning that badge was all that really mattered to him, and not just because he was a trainer. [attr="class","drkeecredit"]— DARKEE — [newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px verdana; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px verdana; font-weight: bold;[/newclass]
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