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    [size=7pt]Adelaide - Diane - Bryington
    Dear Miss Adelaide contracted her now demon butler no more than a few months ago. Her Mark is a tribute to that sacrifice on the inside of her wrist somewhere easily cover with the long sleeves of dresses. As for why dear old Sebby was contracted... Well, let's just say that will come later.


    Most days Adelaide's mind drifted to one of two places- as most other states of mind unimportant -that is to a place where one could sleep all day without a care in the world. To dream of far away places you could only just read of, of food( if that wasn't enough of a description in itself), but also a place where ladies must not marry a moments notice. They had time to live their lives and work as they pleased. The second being home a place where she could focus entirely on the newly run-away Arran Findlay, as this was the soul purpose to Sebastian's contract.
    "I rather fine, thanks," she replies sleepily into her pillows as per daily routine." Just please relay on that I'm under the whether with a chill of sorts. Bedridden and unable to leave me room. It has worked a time before." Her butlers discontent for one thing or another thrown directly out the window.[/size]

    [size=7pt][ Just a second...!]


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    Curion


    Humans were a dark species loathing in their gloom and doom, coating others of the species in their mixed feelings and dilemmas. They stole and killed for what? Money? Fame? Knowledge? A shiny rock with no other value besides being a rock. But, these were the things that Pandora loosed upon with world. The things that created home and the rest of his kinds and kinds alike.

    Curion breathed a sigh, leaning back in his chair. Farther into the shadows of a small coffee house. Ironically he'd come for the tea and a, at the time he didn't know, beautiful woman. Beautiful was hardly a way to describe her though. He smirked to himself letting his eyes cross every movement she made. No, beautiful wouldn't do her just. Demonic? Meh. How was he to know?[/size]

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    Ieke [21]


    Before the king, his majesty, entered the room there was bouts of pushing in shoving through the crowd of servants. Murmuring echoed aimlessly off the walls with Ieke' s level of nervousness and it wasn't the good kind either. The kind that made you wiggle in your place and grin from ear to ear every time it crossed your mind. The kind that never really left your mind to begin with. No, this kind never left your mind as well, but it also nagged at you like having eaten something long gone past sour.
    He took a deep breath trying to push it away. It was annoying. It made him furious. IT being the king. Follow the kings law, they say. The king knows all, they say. Well, now he was soon to be in the presence of the same know it all the kingdom praised.
    Hands clenched down at his side's. Breathing became rough and jagged as the man came into view. Why must it be the king?[/size]

    [size=7pt]Despite his pleas to whatever deity ruled over heaven and earth he had been chosen to be the royals cattle, er, servant. I mean he was bought like one so why did the have to favor them in terms.
    Following his motion, Ieke blinked hazily only to lag a distance behind the yellow-gazed male. That was a rather quick and painless decision, he thought. It was also just the beginning of this new life. So it was sure not to be the same for very long nor as easy as just standing in a line. If he could ask one thing of the deity roaming over it would be that it would also not involve the shackles or chains.
    Rubbing now sore wrists he shook his head. No, there was no hope. This was sure to be the end of him. [/size]

      [pre][size=7pt]Welcome to the wonderful world of Pokemon. From breeding to coordinating to training you know how it works. Well, once worked. Now a days things have been... Different. For those of you who haven't heard in the past few weeks infants have been born... Odd. As in with odd marks, features, etc. Teens have, at random, started spiking high fevers. Dying within the matter of hours to days. The few that live grow to have the same fate as the babies. No cure has been found. No conventional cure that is.


      Death now plagues the world as the human population grows to hate these children. Blood soaks the earth. Why is this happening? Doctors and researchers alike seem to believe it is some new strain of a virus yet to be announced until now.


      These half-Pokemon being posses both many of the looks and abilities with the Pokemon they share a common interest with. So As I said. Welcome to the wonderful world of Pokemon.
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      [b]Rules
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        [li][size=7pt]Please, quality over quantity. I understand low muse, but please be able to post at least three well written sentences per post.[/size][/li]
        [li][size=7pt]Thank you for joining! Everybody may have UP TO one legendary Gijinka's and as many charries as they can keep up with( Post with them more than three times per day unless otherwise told it's okay){UPDATED 9/21, Rule of Two stands for the few that joined first and were okay-ed first}[/size][/li]
        [li][size=7pt] Try and keep the female to male ratio pretty even. So, that means per every lady you create please make a male to match that.[/size][/li]
        [li][size=7pt]There maybe allowed one female and one male to each Pokemon. The ONLY exception would be to that of legendary's.[/size][/li]


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    [size=7pt]His feet gave way before his mind had time to truly examine the situation at hand. An injured possibly cross vampire. Nixon couldn't help himself, gritting his teeth as he darted out from behind the trees."Are you alright?"He asked crinkling his nose up at the sight of a vampire on his land. The ginger sighed and ran a hand back through his hair."What am I saying?'Course you're not."He breathed to himself, crouching down beside the vampire. It'd be hell if he were to get bit, but there were cures. And it wouldn't be the first time."What were you doing? Are you stupid or something, kid? Don't you know not to enter territory that isn't yours. Jeez, even a pup knows that one...."
    Again, he brushed it off gingerly reaching towards the injured teen. He wasn't going to hear the end of this one if he were to be bitten. Not one bit.He growled frustrated-like to himself jumping back. Tears weren't his forte."Permission to assist?"He sighed.[/size]




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    '' People build up walls not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down. ''
    Basics
    Name:Tinder
    Nickname: Tin, or as her brother prefers to call her, Tindy. Also Number 7.5
    Age: Oh, about seventeen... Ish.
    Gender:... Female.
    What are your powers?: Things she touches have the ability to turn to dust. The living on the other hand once they turn to dust it's difficult to reverse and keep them alive.



    Personal
    Personality:
    Fears: The dark along with that of being separated from her twin brother.


    Appearance
    Your Hair: Dark ginger
    Your Eye Color: A dark hazel
    Your Skin: Paper pale and freckled
    Your Height: 5'2"
    Your Weight: 125lbs
    Body "Accessories": Besides ear piercings she's good.


    Other
    Explain powers: Well, as said before she has the ability to turn things to dust. As in the dust that builds up on that one book you were forced to read for class. Also in her range of abilities is being able to return any NON-LIVING objects below her own height back to its original form. Living things... It's just a fiasco.
    Theme Song(You don't have to):
    Other:


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    '' Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back. ''
    Basics
    Name:William
    Nickname: Patch or Number 7
    Age: 17
    Gender:... Of the male-uler species.
    What are your powers?: What are his powers... William, or rather Patch, has the ability to mend skin or bone back to itself although it is taxing on his body.



    Personal
    Personality:
    Fears: Pff, Patch? Really?... Patch is a afraid of carrots... And chop sticks.


    Appearance
    Your Hair: Dark ginger
    Your Eye Color: Hazel
    Your Skin: Freckled and paper pale
    Your Height: 6'2"
    Your Weight: 157lbs
    Body "Accessories":N/A


    Other
    Explain powers:(Please look back up at the first question concerning his powers. All the info you want is there.)
    Theme Song(You don't have to):
    Other: Twin brother of Tinder

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    Name:
    Freyja Morgan


    Age:
    17


    Gender:
    Female


    Written Appearance:
    A frizzy rats-nest atop a mop is what Freyja would refer to her dark chocolate curls. She only stands at five-foot-one, maybe, and prefers her life that way. It's easier to go unnoticed or hide that way. She has naturally olive toned skin and a fear of the world around her. More importantly, hurting those around her.


    Mutation:
    Freyja's mutation goes something like this, a curse. She was graced with the ability to conduct the electromagnetic energy around her and put it to good use shocking machinery and people alike although it's rather taxing on her body and mind. Now may not sound as curse-like as you might think, but it is when you also have a rare case of multiple-persona's which only seems to kick in when angered. This is the only time her power seems to kick in if that gives you any clues.


    Other:



    Name:
    Micah Nesten


    Age:
    17


    Gender:
    Of the male-uler species


    Written Appearance:
    A faint Australian accent lingers in ever word Micah speaks as he has only been in the States for close to a year. Thanks to both of his parents havING the "short-gene" Micah only stands at about 5'9" the better the reason to beat the snot out of those that rub him the wrong way. He has ivory blue eyes and dirty-dishwater blonde hair.


    Mutation:
    This whole ordeal started with the simple mutation that allowed Micah to be what is know as a techno-path. A being who can mentally interface with or control electronic machines.
    Other:[/size]

    [size=7pt][ Thank yoooooooou! ;D ]


    "C'mon... Patch." Tinder grinned pulling on her much taller brothers arm as he tried to escape her grasp."Please?" Earning a not long awaited eye roll as he continued to walking which, in turn, drug Tindy along behind him. She scowled. Why couldn't he be nice to her for a change and give his lazy sister a piggy-back ride.

    Patch smirked as they walked, or walked and being drug, through the grass. The sun was shinning, the air was fine, he noted Viviette out of the corner of his eye."Get of me, will you. You don't need to be hanging on me." [/size]

    [size=7pt][ Thank you! I really appreciate it. Yeah, I'm really excited to see what this will roll. :) ]


    Tinder rolls her eyes at Calvin's remark, a habit common between the twins."For your information it's not twin-lepathy. We prefer the phrase telepathetic," she reaches up to thump the tip of his nose. "Thank you very much."


    Patch smirks," She's just butt-hurt 'cause I won't give her a piggyback ride." He says crossing his arms.[/size]

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    Name:
    Tinder Grimm


    Age:
    Sixteen


    Gender:
    ...Er, female.


    What are you:
    Special? A Mutant/Hybrid


    power:
    Things she touches have the ability to turn to dust. The living on the other hand once they turn to dust it's difficult to reverse and keep them alive.


    History:
    Wip


    Likes:
    Loud music, carrots, books, blankets, winter/the cold, caffeine, and pop rocks


    Dislikes:
    Chopsticks, the dark, classical music


    Crush:
    TBA


    Bf/Gf:
    N/A


    Other:[/size]