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15 years old. Personality & History will be found out as we continue.
[font=kawaii] a young girl who came from a diamond mining nation, had been separated from her beloved family (for certain reasons to be explained later), who she can barely remember. She ran away from her unforgiving home despite the fact it could have meant her death. She now faces poverty, starvation and the freezing cold, but its a hell of a lot better than her prior captivity. No matter how much better poverty is, she's still dying from a combination of thirst, hunger and an infected wound on her leg. She happens to live where Alphonse and Edward had been travelling through: a medium-wealth village with a mass-murderer loose. She's one of the only people living in absolute poverty. What will happen?
((Advanced, please; You'll play Ed and Al; any plot you like can go on; you may use bleeped swears; etc; etc))
IC: America shivered in the icy cold rain, hitting him like sharp little pinpricks. He hugged himself, trying to keep warm in her short-sleeved shirt. Why the hell didn't I get my damn jacket? he thought, aggravated. He stopped suddenly at a tiny noise. He gave a strange little pirouette, trying to find the source.
IC: America hopped on one foot over to the soggy cardboard box, steadying himself once he got there on the wall behind it. America flicked open to top of the box to see an adorable kitten stuck inside, mewling piteously. "Aw, hey kitty, hey! What's up with you?" He asked, scratching it behind its left ear.
IC: America tickled under his chin. He felt the kitten's wet fur and sighed irritably. "Why the hell are you out here? You should be inside, Arthur," he told the kitten, reading the name tag on his collar. He looked annoyed. "Isn't anyone looking after you?"
Other: Physical state: Infected scratch on her shoulder that she's keeping secret: medicine's likely to be low anyway. Mental state: Unstable but in control of her emotions. Senses: No sense of smell at all. Suits her just fine. Her eyesight and hearing is extremely sharp in comparison. Strength: Not the greatest. She's trying to get Danny to teach her archery as protection instead. Stamina: Despite her strength, she has a good amount of stamina. She rushes around for her chemicals like a dart. Intelligence: Her IQ is one point above Einstein's estimated IQ. She's exceptional when it comes to thinking.
IC: America stroked the kitten's soaking fur a bit quicker, trying to calm the scared creature down. He unwound the scarf around his neck and used it to try and keep the rain off the kitten. "You need to be indoors," he decided. "My house's close, c'mon, Arthur," he grinned, carefully bundling up the wet kitten in the scarf.
Name: Hato Donguri ((formerly known as Nikushimi Kokka)) Gender: Male Age: 20 Appearance (image if possible): [img width=432 height=510]http://images2.wikia.nocookie.…2_by_kodaka97-d66y6e6.jpg[/img] Species (demon, human): Human Group (Genesis, Hunters or none): Genesis Theme Song (optional): [youtube][/youtube] History: From a young age, Niki was told about Genesis and became extremely paranoid. He couldn't stop thinking about the hatred they felt, trying to connect with them, wondering why they did what they did. He knew not all demons were bad, but still, they died at Genesis' hands. He realised soon after that the only way to be safe was to join them with a fresh start and new name. So he did. A Quote From Your Character: 'Perfection would be bliss, and I'll achieve it. I want the crappy demon-blood bleached out of me. Genesis is where I belong!' Other:
Name: Sukai Kokka Gender: Female Age: 16 Appearance (image if possible): Species (demon, human): Demon Group (Genesis, Hunters or none): None. Theme Song (optional): [youtube][/youtube] History: Sukai came from an elven family with a human father. The elves of the family were considered harmless, according to most humans and demons alike. She was brought up respectfully and became an exemplary member of society despite her difference in speed and appearance. She was incredibly smart and independent, a remarkable feat for an elven girl. When she was just eleven, Genesis came. They killed her father while she was away, hid him and, to maximise cruelty, murdered her mother when Sukai came home. She has no clue who murdered them. This event gave her a strong sense of justice and her own set of good morals. She's always hated Genesis but vowed never to kill anyone, even the Genesis, but her rage has been growing since her brother joined Genesis. A Quote From Your Character: 'Perfection is unobtainable. Don't try to reach perfection. It'll destroy you from the inside.' Other: She's left-handed, left-footed, left-eyed and left-eared, something that is exceedingly rare.
Name: Spark Species: Shinx Apperance: Personality: Spark is extremely cheerful and loves to make other pokemon laugh. One laugh a day is all he asks of himself.
Name: Linc Species: Electrike Apperance: Personality: Linc is the power of the team: he is all brute strength. He's not very smart but he's good company even so.
Name: Swirl Species: Emolga Apperance: Personality: Swirl is the newest addition the the group. She's the smart one, devising a plan in any situation with ease. She's the obvious leader even if Spark and Pecha founded the team.
Name: Pecha Species: Pachirisu Apperance: Personality: Pecha is the stealth of the team. She's smaller than most pokemon so can easily fit through small spaces, and her quick, sharp hits before running back around an opponent is a great technique to use before the final blow, usually dealt by Spark and Linc.
IC: Spark was riding on Linc's back while he bounded into town central, both of them howling loudly. Spark's eyes were twinkling with laughter as he hung on to Linc's back. Pecha was clinging on to Spark with her tail and front paws, laughing heartily, while Swirl flew a half-metre above the rampaging pokemon. "LOOK OUT!" Swirl yelled at the Minccino, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere in front of the trio. For some reason, Linc had used quick attack to go even faster.
IC: Spark, Linc and Pecha were all groaning in a pile, trying to get up but failing quite miserably. Swirl swooped down to the Minccino. "Gosh, sorry, miss! Those three idiots" - she glared pointedly at the moaning pokemon - "tried to race using quick attack to the other side of the town. They failed, the dimwits!" she sighed, face-pawing. She then looked concerned for the Minccino and held out a paw to help her up. "Hey,you alright?"
IC: Linc jumped back in surprise. His fur crackled with angry electricity. Spark leaped forwards, towards the Minccino, his golden eyes wide and earnest. "Hey, hey, Linc didn't deserve that! It was my idea," he admitted guiltily, his head bowed. "We're sorry," he added. When Pecha was silent, he gave her a kick, which made her squeak out a quick apology before doing it again seriously. Swirl rolled her eyes at them. "It would never have happened if you'd thought, Spark!" she sighed, exasperated. "I'm really, really sorry, miss Minccino. I don't like upsetting pokemon. Can I make it up to you?" he asked seriously. Linc and Pecha stood next to him too, looking hopeful. Team Zip might be reckless and over the top, but they do whatever they can to help others. It's this quality Team Zip possesses that makes them work so hard to achieve their ends, and which gains them so many friends.
IC: Swirl looked at Lucky and gave a little fake smile. "Hey, Luck. And no, just one of Sparky's antics went overboard. We're good, now, though," Swirl assured the skitty.
IC: Linc looked at Pecha. Pecha looked at Spark. Spark looked at Swirl. Swirl sighed. "Alright, alright. You can come. You both can. We should look for a rescue mission at Wigglytuff's, actually. We could do with some more poke," she mused out loud. "Of course, Minccino and Lucky would get a cut of it. What's your name, by the way? The one with a sore cheek in Linc, the lunatic is Spark, the crazy furball is Pecha and I'm Swirl," she told the Minccino, pointing to them in turn. "Swirl's the intelligent buzzkill," Pecha explained, laughing as the emolga angrily swiped at her.
IC: Swirl started to shake a little. She was surrounded by a lot of pokemon. With something like a little groan, she stretched her gliders and caught a breeze, away from all the pokemon. Pecha sighed. "Never mind Swirl. She has claustrophobia," Pecha explained. "Not much happened, Tea, don't worry. I just went a little overboard," he explained, wincing a little.
IC: Spark cocked his head at Swirl, who nodded before burying her head in her gliders. "Sure you can come. Lucky the skitty, for today, you're a part of Team Zip!" he barked with a happy jump.
