Posts by Decoy Lobster

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  • ωє'яє αℓℓ α ℓιттℓє | Sign Ups | Semi Advanced | ιηѕαηє . . .


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    FIRST NAME ::Cegorach
    SURNAME ::None
    NICKNAMES ::The Laughing God, The Great Harlequin


    AGE ::300 years
    GENDER ::Male
    SPECIES ::He doesn't know this, so why would we?
    DEMON OR HUNTER ::He Prefers simply to watch, but if he was pressed to say... his answer would most likely be "Why not Both?" What this means is that he might just jump into any fight on anyone's side and change at the drop of a hat.


    WRITTEN DESCRIPTION ::A rather Bizarre looking construct of his own insanity, he wears a stylized mask with the appearance of a plague doctor. His Robes are a strange mismatch of random colors that appear to flow and change as he moves. If asked, you would most likely get a rather Odd Answer. However, this is only his normal form, he can appear as a generic warrior and a Stereotypical Demon
    CARRIES ::Somewhere within his ever shifting robes are 4 concealed blades of varying sizes. One of these blades is a blade bigger than him, his clothing somehow warping the space within to be able to contain the weapon. His other weapons are 2 half size swords and a Poison Coated dagger. The poison the dagger is coated with is a Hallucinogenic toxin, distilled from the liquid that transports nutrients through his body.
    WEARS ::As I've already mentioned he wears a robe of Shifting colors and a Stylized mask
    MODIFICATIONS ::Nothing extraordinary.
    EXTRA ::His two other forms are a Stereotypical hunter and a basic Imp.


    PERSONA ::Completely Mad. Like, Seriously Insane. He's just as likely to sit down and have a structured conversation with you as he is to pull a blade upon you. He seems to act saner while with Animals such as cats.
    OUTLOOK ON LIFE ::Pretty much as a thing that happens to be there and as something he can Poke with blades so he can see a lot of pretty red fluid.
    OUTLOOK ON THEMSELF ::He see's himself as some kind of entity of laughter, seeing the world in almost monochrome with blood being the only bright color in his world.


    SHORT HISTORY ::Simply put? He went mad after years and years of fighting against all those who sought to claim his life, eventually falling into madness. But what most don't know is, his sanity is still there, still in control, only to let the insanity control his actions, his demeanor changed from a calm, quiet and non-hostile to a manic, violent killer.
    KIN ::He watched them all die as he attempted to defend them.


    DREAMS ::His dreams are all just a mess of colors and psychedelic mess.
    FEARS ::Madness Fear Nothing.
    EXPERTISE ::Lies and messy butchering of any who come to kill him


    MATE/SPOUSE ::He's far, far to mad for that.
    OFFSPRING ::None
    LOVE INTEREST ::Are you as mad as him?
    PAST RELATIONS ::They're all dead.


    PLOT IDEAS? ::Um... Srry, No Idea.
    THEME SONGS ::[color=white][youtube][/youtube]
    [color=black]OTHER ::    [color=white]Lasagne. I really love it.


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  • galeclan [ ѕeмι-advanced -- тradιтιonal clan ] ѕιgn-υpѕ

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  • Pokefuse

    Name: Harmony
    Level: 25
    Gender: Female
    Personality: Bubbly and Cheerful, Just like the two pokemon that were fused originally, she is the kind of pokemon who can't be kept sad for any lengthy period of time. Any tears are probably just faked for effect, using them to get attention and comfort.
    Pokémon you were originally:
    Pokémon your Fused with: [img width=350 height=510]http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net…/311Plusle_AG_anime_2.png[/img]
    How you look now:
    Moveset: Nuzzle, Helping Hand, Lucky Chant, Fake Tears.
    Other: Plusle and Minun... Evidently much?

  • Pokefuse

    Harmony was pacing around the cage she had been shut in, forlornly testing the bars over and over again, slumping down against two of the bars and starting to cry. All she knew about the events of the last few days was that she'd been taken from her home on Route 110 to some kind of laboratory where an overenthusiastic human with brown hair and a goatee had played with her and a Plusle who had also been taken there. After a few days of that there had been some kind of explosion, leaving them sprawled and unconscious. After this she was fused with the Plusle, but to the best of her knowledge she just had half her body painted with Plusle markings.

  • Vivere Aut Mori? (Semi-advanced)

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    Illiana
    "You wanna play too? It'll be Fun!"
    On the Outside_____________
    Full name: Illiana
    Age: Eight
    Gender: Female
    Pokemon: Eevee
    Appearance: ----
    _______________On the inside
    Personality: She is an incredibly timid person, usually choosing to run from fights. She can be quite easily taken by surprise due to her not really being aware of her surroundings at any time. Her main plan to stay out of trouble is to never be seen by those that would seek to harm her. However, if you can keep her from bolting away and get her to talk, she can hold a vaguely well structured conversation(She is Eight Remember). She probably would still stay at a distance for a while but then again, she never really had a family and her social experiences are lacking.
    Fears: Being attacked, Arachnids and being caught in Fires.
    What you hold most dear: Her prized Silk Scarf
    Crush: No.
    Family, Friends, & Love_______
    Siblings?: None that she knows of.
    Relationship?: None
    Children?: No.
    Other Family?: See Siblings.
    _____________Out of Character
    Username: Variousnumber
    Nickname: Nope.
    Muse: 6
    Activity level: 8
    Other: Memento Mori.

  • Pokefuse

    Harmony stopped crying a few minutes later, sniffling slightly and looking around, seeing the other cages, containing bigger, stronger looking Pokemon. She saw the strange looking Umbreon and the other Pokemon. None of them looked like any other Pokemon she'd ever seen, but she could recognize some parts of them as different Pokemon. There was a Ninetales that had flames on their tail that looked like a Chanderlure's, One that seemed like it was part Ghastly, a Braixen that looked part Chanderlure and another one with Wings but it looked like a Luxray, but even then it was the wrong colour. Maybe its a shiny... was her first thought, then she thought she recognized the paws as an Absol's But... Why do they all look like they are all multiple Pokemon? She blinked slightly when she looked down and realized why Plusle had dissapeared. Somehow she'd been fused with her friend.



    OOC: On a Fusion Related note, I found this online.

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  • Pokefuse

    Harmony blinked in slight shock "It hurt?" she questioned in her lilting, almost melodic voice. Her shock at the fact that some of the others had claimed it hurt was audible in her voice, she hadn't felt any pain from it, so this shocking revelation scared her, making her wonder if it was going to start hurting her and if so, how badly would it hurt?

  • Pokefuse

    Harmony looked out of the bars forlornly "So... How do we get out?" She asked, looking at the bars again "Maybe if I..." she murmured before trying to throw herself into the bars, hoping that somehow they would bend, allowing her exit, only to slip over and hit her head on the bars with a loud clang. She tried to stand but fell back down and started crying as her head began to hurt.

  • Pokefuse

    Harmony stopped crying only to notice something she wanted to hit herself for not noticing sooner. The space between the bars was just about big enough for her to squeeze through. Then maybe I can help the other with a move! She planned out what she was going to do, getting herself almost all the way through the bars before realizing two major flaws in her plan. One flaw happened to rhyme with the word call and the other flaw rhymed with the word door. The flaws were of course, The Fall and The Floor.

  • Pokefuse

    Harmony stood from where she'd fallen flat on her face and looked around disorientated for a few seconds before she saw Yuri attacking the bars and skipped over, using Helping Hand to help the other.

  • Pokefuse

    Harmony started to move to each individual, using Helping hand to assist them all with getting out of their cages, a large smile on her face as she did so. Now she was free from her cage she could be useful to the rest of them by getting them out, then they could all escape together.

  • Pokefuse

    Harmony skipped over to the others with a smile, even while her ears were hurting from the wailing sirens, looking around for the door, or another way out.

  • VAM Rp thread

    Illiana quivered slightly, even hidden as she was in a small niche behind some rather dusty old coats in a wardrobe. She held onto her Silk Scarf simply to remember her parents who gave it to her the day they said they had to leave, a week before she had found this building and somewhere to use as a hiding spot. There had been a small group who had moved in recently but they hadn't really noticed her, so she just came out at night to get something to eat and drink. She had left her hiding spot once or twice during the day, but she normally went back to her hiding spot soon afterwards, due to seeing someone a lot bigger than her. Her fear of being attacked had caused her to consistently flee back to where she had hidden when they had arrived.


    Then there was the night before where some kind of second group attacked the ones who had been there before. This was the closest she had come to being discovered in all the time she'd been there and she was still scared she was going to be found. Maybe if she was lucky the ones who found her would be the first group, rather than the aggressive group who had attacked the night before. She swallowed her fear and peeked out of the wardrobe, seeing no one, giving her the courage to move out of the room and look around the building. She walked over to a window and looked out, trying to work out which group currently occupied her sanctuary. Before she fully worked out the groups identity though, she felt there was a more pressing matter she would have to deal with, in that she hadn't eaten for over a day and her stomach was empty.


    She moved from the window, catching a glimpse of someone next to a group of crosses, looking like they were sleeping. Her movements were slow and tentative as she made her way down the corridor, keeping her ears perked for the slightest noise that might indicate one of the other residents awakening or approaching her from behind.