Dragon Academy (Mature)

[Krystalline Kabutops]

By Roy Karrde and Krystalline Kabutops
Rated Mature for language (These are teens, they will definately know a few curse words), sexual content (Swapped genders are going to lead to much confusion), and (Potential) violence (Fight! Fight! Fight!).
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At Dragon Academy, young would-be Trainers hone their skills for years, until they are deemed ready to enter the Fauna Complex and catch their starter. In the meantime, they study all the Dragon Arts, Such as breeding, battling, and the history of Dragons.

However, something sinister is going on behind the scenes at Dragon Academy...

Troublemaking students have been dissapearing from their classes, and are failing to reappear. The administration has stated that the students have been sent home, but the increasing number of Dragons in the Fauna Complex seem to lead to a different conclusion.

Slowly, the truth seeps out to a few special students; Their missing peers have been kidnapped and exposed to a special serum made from the distilled essence of the Dragon Fang, transforming them into Dragons to be captured by students in the Fauna Complex. There is but one flaw with the serum; Upon being captured, the new dragons randomly revert between human and Pokemon. Understandably, the transformed students have new human forms - becoming a dragon, and returning to a human is going to yield some interesting results.

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You are either a transformed student, or a student whom has captured one of the victims. Together, you must work to oust the administration, and return the transformed students back to their original selves.

You may be any Pokemon from a family that has Dragons in it. In example, you could use Trapinch, since it evolves into Vibrava, which is a Dragon. No Tertiary Evolutions (Dragonite, for example, is not okay, but Dragonair is). If you want something else (ie Charmander) Please send me a PM asking for approval. For this RPG, RPers are permitted two characters each, but no more than one transformed student. Please, only take two characters if you can juggle them both successfully.


Transformed Students: FULL
Chris McMilligan/Cassandra Dawt (Krystalline Kabutops)
Charles/Katie Brown (Roy Karrde)
Reserved (Bulbasaur4)

Normal Students: FULL
Jessica Karrde (classy_cat18)
Melanie Nicosia (Toxicity)
Mora Argenti (Arnen)


MAH CARD

Transformed Student:

Originally
Name: Chris McMilligan
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Tall, at about five foot eleven, with a slender build, lean and fit. Chris is very tan, and has short blonde hair. His eyes are hazel, and he has a relatively clean complexion. He usually wears sporty sunglasses, along with a black T-shirt and black jeans, to complement his black combat boots. He dresses in such a manner as to be construed as a goth, although he doesn't act like one.
Personality: He's very jovial, always knowing just what to say to make someone laugh. He doesn't like bigots, idiots, or anyone who puts down his friends, and while he prefers not to fight, he knows his way around his fists.
History: He doesn't like to talk about it.
Relationships: He makes jokes with Melanie in class, but then, he makes jokes with most anyone he comes across, whether they appreciate the content of said jokes or not.
Other: *Yawns*
Transformed
Name: Cassandra "Cassie" Dawt
Gender: Female
Appearance: Cassie is small, at about five foot three, with butt-length white hair containing pink highlights. Her eyes are pink as well, since she's an albino, and as such her skin is pure white and extremely sensitive to the sun. Her chest is a C-cup, and her figure is very curvy. She usually wears jeans, soft white sneakers, a long-sleeved shirt, and a hat to protect herself from the sun. Sometimes she even wears gloves.
Pokemon Species: Dragonair
Pokemon Appearance: Cassie's Pokemon form is as pale as she is, with a light pink underbelly, pink eyes, pink orbs, and a white horn.
Personality: Cassie is very withdrawn and nervous. She seldom stands up for anyone, much less herself, and is terrified by her transformation. She only hopes to get back to her old body as soon as possible. She hates swimming as a girl, but doesn't seem to mind so much as a Pokemon.
Captured by: Melanie Nicosia
Relationships: She relies on Melanie a lot - especially to help her get used to her new life, both as a pokemon and a young woman.
Other: Her favorite hats are baseball caps, which she likes to wear backwards.


|\Cassie Dawt/|

Cassie groaned as her eyes flickered open. She felt sore all over... What had happened to her? The last thing she remembered was that strange room...

Her eyes widened as it all came flooding back. The kidnapping. The cell. The surgical table. The shot. She had been kidnapped sometime during the night - She knew having driven her roommate out would have consequences. All she could recall was the chloroform-doused rag, and then she had blacked out. When she had awoken, she had been in a small, windowless cell. She didn't know how long she had been in the darkness - as she was later to find out, she had been there for months, from the end of school until the start of the new school year. She had been taken out numerous times for testing of some sort, until finally they had taken her out one final time - for the injection. She had been strapped to a table, and weak as she had been, she had tried to call out for help. The shot had put an end to that. She had blacked out, and was just now waking up.

As she looked forward, she saw only grass. Trying to sit up, she wondered why her arms weren't responding. Awkwardly, she cocked her head back to get a look at them. What she saw, she failed to comprehend for a few moments.

All she saw was a long, white body. She tried to move her arms, and saw the muscles beneath the porcelain skin flex. What was going on?

Lifting her head up, she turned around, and gasped in shock. A thin, serpentine body, all white with a pink underbelly, and a pink orb at the end of the tail. What was going on? She attempted to move her legs, and the tail responded. Before the realization of what had happened could sink in, however, a shadow fell across her, and she turned around. It was a girl from one of her classes - ah, what a distant memory, class - and she was holding one of the school's trademark Dragon Balls.

The girl smiled thinly, seeming reluctant to capture Cassie. However, all of Cassie's doubts about her ability to get away in time were confirmed as, upon turning around to flee, a red glow enveloped her, and darkness claimed her once more.

[Roy Karrde]

Originally
Name: Charles Brown
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Appearance: With short cut brown hair, and an athletic body, Charles is someone that any girl would swoon over. He usually wears athletic shorts and his short sleeve gray track team t-shirt. His arms may look lanky and skinny, but his legs are beyond muscular and has him out running most of the track team. His face has a few pimples dotting it as well as his chest, his eyes are a bit of a teal blue.
Personality: Charles isn’t the best when it comes to his class and studies, he has always been a fast paced person, which leads to his ADD, he cannot sit still and prefers to let it all come out on the track than sit in a classroom for seven hours. He keeps quiet around anyone that isn’t part of the track team and doesn’t really care about making friends since he believes none of them will keep up with his hyper active life.
History: Charles has had ADD all of his life, leading to him being hyperactive in school most of the time and getting in trouble. When he was in sixth grade, the school coach introduced him to track to help curve his hyperactivity. Ever since then he has been the leading track star of the school.
Relationships: A bit of a loner but talks with people on the track team
Other: Track Star

Transformed
Name: Katie Brown
Gender: Female
Appearance: Katie went from being nearly a six foot tall man to being a small five foot one girl with long ocean blue hair. Her eyes keep the teal color, and she wears the same type of clothes. Her body is small in frame, just like her male form there is almost no fat on it. She has a small nose and the pimples are gone, making her look somewhat beautiful. She has small barely A-Cup breasts that she is embarrassed of, and small hips to compliment her frame.
Pokemon Species: Dragonair
Pokemon Appearance: A small Dragonair by many standards, she is only six feet long with the same ocean blue color that her hair has.
Personality: She has gone from fast and quick to being slow and quiet. Katie doesn’t like to talk and keeps her head down low, usually using her arms or books to hide her breasts from sight of anyone.
Captured by: Jessica ( Classy )
Relationships: She obey’s Jessica, and is even more scared to talk to anyone, she considers Jessica her master and friend. Believing if she disobeys her that Jessica will kick her out.
Other: Same as above.

Katie Brown
~*~*~*~*~ Three Months of Hell, Three Months of Nothingness~*~*~*~*~

It was weird waking up in that room, as if I had been sleeping for a long time, although my dream, or my nightmare seemed so real. The torture, the drugs, the cell in which I counted my days by scratching my nail across the floor to mark each day. But the grogginess was telling my brain that it was all a dream. That I had fallen asleep on that park bench I had passed on my way home, and now I was at a police station somewhere.

Yet it didn’t seem normal for Police Stations to have a huge interior, or having a grassy floor. I opened my mouth and let out a long yawn as I tried to straighten up and pick my self off the floor. Instead I found my arms to be useless, and my legs seemed to be glued together, my whole body seemed to almost be fluid.

“Dra?” I yawned, the phrase I was looking for was ‘wha?’ but my tired brain didn’t care.

I moved my head around to see a long blue tail extending where my back and legs should be. That image seemed to cut through the fog in my brain as I struggled to move around quickly, what was happening to me?

It’s funny how panic can have you figure things out almost instantly; in a matter of seconds I was able to figure out how to move with a tail and was soon snaking my way along in the grass. ‘Oh God, Oh God, I got to get out of here.’ I screamed in my head.

“Are you okay?” A voice cut through my thoughts as I found myself looking at shoes, those shoes attached to an ankle.

Now in almost any other circumstances I would enjoy being able to look up and see under a girl’s skirt. But here the panic kept any and all sexual thoughts buried far far away. “Here this wont hurt a bit.” She held out the Dragon ball and pointed it toward me.

I knew what was going to happen next, I had seen it happen to Pokemon a million times. And there was no way in hell it was going to happen to me. Instinctively I dived between her legs, crawling along as fast as I could as she turned around.

“HEY!” She called out, chasing after me as I turned left only to flop right on my side.

“Something must be wrong with you..” She held out the Pokeball again, and I saw the light hit me, and then it seemed the feeling of cold, horrible, darkness returned.

[Toxicity]

Name: Melanie Nicosia (pronounced "Nih-ko-sha" - Greek origin)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance: With a more-or-less average height of 5'5" and skin somewhat pale despite its naturally tan tone, Melanie has a healthy, somewhat slender build from years of activities such as swimming, but her figure has a natural curve. Her eyes are a dark blue color with the occasional khaki-colored fleck around the iris, and her hair, as straight as thickness allows, is a natural dark brown color, kept about an inch past her shoulder level with a strand on the left side of her face coming close to her eye to make up for her lack of bangs.
Melanie tends to dress in a rather relaxed manner, tending to consider comfort more important than impression. In most cases, she will wear a pair of jeans with an occasional tear or tatter at the bottom or on the knees and a shirt with a long-sleeved shirt underneath whenever the weather allows. (black is a common color for both) Going back and forth between sneakers and flip-flops with no added height, she tends to wear the same jewelry; this primarily consists of a small pair of silver hoop earrings with three balls on each hoop (the middle larger than the two ends) and a silver chain that falls to about chest level bearing two objects - a small wooden cross that appears to be even-length, and a silver ring that looks like it would fit on her finger. Normally her hair is either tied back loosely or held back by a headband that complements her shirt(s).
Personality: Melanie tries her hardest to keep a calm appearance, even if there are times that she feels like hurting somebody - herself included. Even as exceptionally sweet, honest, and caring as she is, she seems depressed and uncertain of a lot of actions out of a slightly obvious fear of somebody ending up completely upset with the outcome. Although shy, she seems to be rather knowledgeable (be it with schoolwork or people) and (most of the time) will not think twice before helping somebody who seems troubled. As grateful as the majority have been, she still doesn't seem to be wide-known let alone have a large group of friends. And even then, she doesn't seem to care.
Person you caught: Cassandra Dawt
History: Melanie prefers not to let people know about her history in order to not give them too much grief; all that's known is that she lives in a rough household consisting of her mother and the occasional potential-stepfather, and "rough" is a mere assumption given her distant, unsure nature as well as friends who have went far enough to meet her mother and talk about her selfishness. However, despite the money her mother has from her father and some ex-boyfriends/husbands, it's not exactly known what causes Melanie grief.
Melanie's only real escapes are the small amount of friends she's managed to keep over the years, and forms of art that she has put much effort into - writing, and the occasional coding and work on Photoshop that she's been "getting better fast" at. One of her closest friends is trying to bring her into the Yearbook Staff as well as managing the school's website due to her works as a moderator underneath his administration on a small, occasionally growing forum primarily for students in the academy and some beyond the campus with deep interest in computer programming and other related areas.
Relationships: Open; her main group of friends are (obviously) NPC's, although from time to time she has found herself feeling an odd ease sitting around a boy with a bright personality (Chris) in a class or two. However, she hasn't gotten too many chances to make conversation with him.
Other: One does not simply walk into Mordor.

-x+x-Melanie Nicosia-x+x-
If you can understand the me, then I can understand the you

Once...twice...thrice...

That was all that ran through my mind, and the ball had ceased to move.

I had heard from many a person before me that once you were placed inside that room, even the nicest of people will suddenly become hunters. Just reminiscing on that comment caused a pang of guilt to sink in.

I don't try to be mean to anybody...

Before I could pull myself back out of the inner sanctuary of my mind, I was quickly ushered out of the room by two teachers, being left beyond the glass door as in slammed behind me. I cocked my eyebrow as I watched the teachers walk back into the encased landscape, only to shrug my shoulders before looking at the small orb in my hand, and sighing, another memory session starting up...

The custom-designed Dragon Balls, apparently well-coveted in the world beyond the walls of this hellish campus, had been the butt of many jokes from the beginning for me and my group of friends. And even then, if we could see potential humor in something, it was bound to turn up in a conversation at any given point later on. Of course, we were serious when needed be, but normally, we used the humor to escape from the bad; it was how we lived life.

Change, however, was something we learned to accept over time. It was first with Jin's graduation, and then Leo's not too long afterwards, and the Gang of Four had been cut to two. And as the youngest, I'd be the only remaining after...

"Mel!" His voice suddenly called out in the distance, causing me to turn my head. I tried to hide any obvious melancholy with a small, weak smile as he slid right next to me, pulling me in next to him with his arm for a moment. "What are you doin' out here?"

"Hey Dare," I responded quietly, a little stunned to see Daron in as good of a mood as he was, especially with seeing me. "I think this might explain it."

I showed him the ball in my hand, noticing the unusual whir in his green eyes that occured only when he was interested in something.

"Ooh, you got to catch something. But wait; if you're only a junior..."

I shrugged my shoulders. "My aunt mentioned that exceptional students would get to catch early. I saw younger than me in there, anyhow."

Daron nodded slowly before looking at his watch for a brief second, his eyes then fixed back on me. Almost six feet in height, lanky with some toned muscle, and a curly mass of brown hair complementing naturally tanned skin - it seemed like every girl that knew us wanted to tear us apart just for his body. But seeing the kindness in those bright, leafy-colored eyes sometimes made me wonder if I was the one who had his soul. I blinked, regaining a sense of reality as we both started to walk towards the entryway of the campus. Slowly, close, yet quiet...

"So, umm..." I finally managed to blurt out something.

"Hmm?" He turned back towards me.

"Are you busy or something? Just because I'm free to go home now, and I think my stuff is still in your car anyhow."

"Nah, I'm free, as well." He smiled warmly after his response. "Where would we go, though?"

I suddenly remembered that I had a new Pokemon that would probably be thankful for being in water. "We could go to my place; perfect weather for the pool, and my mom's still out of town, anyway..."

[classy_cat18]

Name: Jessica Karrde, or "Jessie"
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Appearance: Jessica stands at an impressive five foot nine with a balanced medium build and B cups. Her long blond hair is worn in a braid with a light blue ribbon tied at the end. Her green eyes are usually seen behind her glasses, which are used to correct her nearsightedness. Clothing is always casual, and sometimes covered in paint or charcoal. She wears a simple silver chain around her neck.
Personality: Jessica is not one for keeping opinions in and once she gets started on something, it takes a lot of willpower for her to stop. She can't stand bullies or anyone that lets themselves get buried. After chasing away the bully, she'll make sure to chastise the bullied for allowing themselves to get pushed around. Otherwise she's friendly, helpful, and willing to use her talents for good use. She tends to clam up when it comes to matters of the heart and, um, intimacy.
Person you caught: Charlie/Katie Brown
History: Jessica spent her early school years as an invisible girl. Thinking that she had to get herself known, she started doing art in school. Now she's an active member of the Art Club as well as a web design group.
Relationships: She doesn't know any of the other characters officially but she sometimes catches herself watching Charles during practice. From a great distance, of course.
Other: Panics when she sees something racy.

I had been waiting to try out the Fauna Complex ever since I started school, but all the schoolwork had taken up all my time. But I had finally convinced my teacher that capturing a new Pokemon would help me with my big art project. The guy was so convinced that he told me not to show up in class without one and gave me a Dragon Ball.

I didn't even have to try. I found a beautiful (although petite) Dragonair slithering near the grass. Dratini were rare at the complex, but I found a Dragonair! "Ha! My teacher's going to give me an A+ for sure!" I said with a barely suppressed volume.

The Dragonair seemed to be out of sorts. Shoot, the poor thing was freaked out. So the first thing I did was not to throw the Dragon Ball like I was supposed to, but to check on her. “Are you okay?” I asked her.

That didn't help things. She cowered in front of me but I was determined to make the capture as painless as possible. “Here, this won't hurt a bit.” I pointed the Dragon Ball at her and began to reach for her forehead.

Then, quick as lightning, she slithered between my legs and made a run for it. Not literally, of course. "HEY!" I ran after her, cursing myself for wearing a skirt that day. But luck was with me as she attempted a sharp left and only succeeded in wiping out like a race car. This is one weird Dragonair. Aren't they able to fly? It didn't matter. She just stayed there as I approached her. “Something must be wrong with you.” I held out the Dragon Ball and made my capture.

"I never had a Dragon type before. This is going to be fun." I left for my dorm room so I could have a one-on-one with the Dragonair, as well as my traditional afternoon snack-and-nap.

[Krystalline Kabutops]

Just to clarify... DA is am mixture of boarding/regular school. Students who live nearby can just attend and go home, while students from farther away stay in the dorms.

|\Cassie Dawt/|

It was like being submerged in ice water. Cold, terrifying, and for an instant I thought I'd drown. However, quickly realized that I was in a safe environment - after all, what were pokeballs for? It was black as ink inside, and after a few minutes, it began to warm up. Although I couldn't see, I was at least somewhat comfortable.

I don't know how long I was in there, but after a while I began to hear voices. After a few minutes, I realized it was my new owner's voice. My new owner... The thought filled me with dread. I didn't want to be a pokemon! The very thought of being someone's property... I had never paied much attention in ethics class, but I remembered that it was still alright for trainers to let their pokemon remain in a fainted state for however long they pleased.

Suddenly, I saw red. Literally. I was surrounded by a red glow, and within an instant I saw my surroundings again.

I was in someone's backyard, by a pool. It was very odd... I didn't recognize the area. Turning my head, I saw a pair of teens, one my new trainer and the other... he must have been a friend of hers. I couldn't believe how tall they looked.

"Aw, it's kinda cute." The girl said, smiling. "You have to be the prettiest Dragonair I've ever seen."

As you can imagine, this didn't go over with me to well. "I am not pretty, I'm just stuck like this!" Is what I meant to say, but what came out was "Aire, aire, dragonaire!"

"You know, we should check to see what sex it is." The guy said, walking over to me. I hissed, but he seemed unconcerned, picking me up by the tail gently as my new trainer walked over to get a look.

This was already humiliating, and I had only been hers for half an hour.