~*~ Mewtations: No Escape ( Begins ) ~*~

[Roy Karrde]

The Legendary RPG Created by Vulpix.ck, a TPM Original from 2001

The year was 2007. It’s been 14 years since the pride of the Pokémon League, Red, rose to stardom. Team Rocket was thought to have been abandoned 9 years ago. For some time, there was peace on earth.

They came with out warning, Team Rocket the group long thought abandoned rose up almost over night. Explosions rocked cities all along Johto and Kanto, causing thousands of deaths, and even more injured. Worst of all the government of the two lands were destroyed; the capitals were in flames, their leaders badly maimed or dead. The countries were thrown into chaos as people hid in fear, clinging to their families.

With one week of terror Team Rocket was ready, poised to sweep in and take over the countries of Johto and Kanto, the resistance against their rule was light, with fear of further waves of bombings keeping many at bay. By the end of the year Team Rocket had cemented their rule, destroying the constitution of the two nations in favor of one built on fear and tyranny.

For the civilians it was even worse, Pokemon that could be considered a threat to Team Rocket were banned, either rounded up and redistributed to Team Rocket members, or destroyed out right. Adults suspected of being dangerous to Team Rocket’s reign were shipped to concentration camps designed for a slow death. Meanwhile teenagers were recruited into the Team Rocket Corps to train them and turn them into foot soldiers for the regime.

For Team Rocket that wasn’t enough, they wanted the Legendaries, both birds and beasts that were native to both countries and held power far beyond the Pokemon they already had captured. With the Legendaries their rule would be cemented, and no other nation would dare challenge them. As Team Rocket hunted for the Legendary Pokemon, and human and Pokemon alike cried out in fear and anguish, a Pokemon only known in fairy tales was awoken.

~~~~ 2 Years Later ~~~~

You are a member of a small group of teenagers hidden away on the other side of Mt Moon: Midnight Forest, a haven both for your group as you escaped Team Rocket’s dictatorship, and Pokemon lucky enough to escape slaughter by Team Rocket. At first Team Rocket is content with letting pockets of refugee camps such as yours exist, but even their blind eye to the midnight forest has a sinister purpose.

As the year winds down, the first batch of foot soldiers for Team Rocket are nearing their final exam, Team Rocket decides to test their new soldiers by turning them loose upon the Midnight Forest, with orders to put a end to the refugee groups.

As Team Rocket swoops in with their helicopters to attack the Midnight Forest, a small Pokemon zips by. In the Midnight Forest, before your eyes, Mew appears, no longer content with watching the horrors brought upon human and Pokemon, Mew releases a wave of pink energy that washes over you, even catching one of the first Team Rocket Helicopters.

Mew has bestowed upon you the powers of one Pokemon, from the Flamethrower of Charizard, to the morphing powers of Ditto, to the Psychic powers of Abra, each one in the group has received one power. And with it, your body has also added one part from that Pokemon.

Mew has given those of the Midnight Forest the power to fight back against Team Rocket, to end their reign. But Team Rocket now knows of your powers as well, and has now turned its attention to tracking you down for experimentation and dissection.

The fate of millions, the fate of two nations, now rests in your hands.

Name: Roy Karrde ( Teh Original! )
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Alliance: Midnight Forest
Physical Looks: He's around 6 foot with messy dark brown hair, he combs it to the side but he is clearly in need of a haircut. and hazel eyes, he has a semi muscular build, and wears a blue tee shirt which has a red flame on the middle of the shirt, he always wears his dark brown jacket with him, as well as blue jeans with a hole cut out for his tail. His hair mostly hides a long cut on his forehead that he received when he escaped from his captors.
Personality: Roy has grown to be somewhat of a leader to the Midnight Forest Refugees, this causes him a lot of stress, but he is usually upbeat and friendly, he can be distant when the stress overwhelms him, he does not let many see him under stressed and during times in which lives are on the line he can get cold and angry under fire.
History: He was one of the founders of the Midnight Forest Refugee camp, when the bombings happened his parents sent him fleeing to Midnight Forest, as the weeks passed he was joined by some, and made daring raids into some close cities to gather more. He knows his family is dead, but has too many responsibilities in Midnight Forest to worry.
Pokémon: Tyranatar, Chikorita, and Charmander
Power: Flamethrower * In the beginning the power he can shoot a long string of flames from his mouth that could engulf a person, as time goes on his flames will get stronger and be able to engulf several people or create a long barrier of fire * He also has a scaily Charizard tail with a bright flame at its tip. The tail is not very thick and fits his human frame pretty well as he keeps it curled around his leg some times with out the flame burning him or his clothes.
Weapons: He carries a P90 that he was able to get off a Team Rocket soldier off the first battle. He barely uses it because of the amount of ammo it consumes.
Other: None yet although I may change the power/Pokemon part as I am iffy on it.

After a lot of thinking I am going to enforce a 500 word limit, if you have a problem with this please PM or IM me, I promise to make exceptions

Roy Karrde
~~~ Night, Midnight Forest ~~~~

I made my way through the camp, it was early in the night but I couldn’t help making my rounds around the camp, always looking for something out of place, something sneaking around in the shadows. In the two years since we came here, and severed all of our ties with the out side world, we had only received rumblings and rumors of what was going on in our beloved countries. Every once and awhile some one would make it to the midnight forest, and bring stories about the horrors of the outside world. But even that was few and far between, and the further we got from the day of terror, the day Team Rocket took over Kanto and Johto, the fewer refugees would come.

“Seen anything new?” I asked, approaching Kite, I needed something to break the silence the camp could get quiet at night and with the constant threat we seemed to always be under it was nice having some one to talk to even if it was as boring as the weather.

“Braden wandered off some where about a hour ago, other than that..” He ended his sentence with a shrug. While we enjoyed our freedom, it was pretty boring when the biggest event was the wanderings of our local explorer. “Think we should go after him?”

I sighed, thinking about it, he was pretty good at coming back but with Braden there was always the worry that he would hurt himself or wander off too far. “I’ll go, it’s not like I have anything else to do.” I turned back to him to see Kite was focused on something in the sky.

I turned my head in the direction he was looking, quickly finding what looked like a shooting star, a purple orb that was streaking across the sky from the mountains. “Too close to be a shooting star.” Just as the words left my lips the another bright flash was seen, streaking toward the orb and striking it, a loud boom rocked the ground and shook the trees around us as the orb went crashing to the ground near by.

“Stay here!” I shouted, knowing that it was far too late for that as people left their tents to come out and see what happened. The best I could do was beat the rest to what ever had landed in the forest beyond our camp.

I took off hoping I could out run the others, racing past trees and shoving branches out of my way as I followed a path that would hopefully lead me to the crash site. The further I got away from the fire light of the camp I began to notice a purple glow that seemed to get brighter and stronger the closer I got until I reached a small clearing, in the middle stood Braden with a small crater in front of him and a purplish cat Pokemon hovering in front of him.

“Braden move away, very slowly.” I spoke to the mute boy, who seemed to ignore what I was saying. The Pokemon turned its head past me, gazing off in the distance as if seeing something none of us could see, possibly what ever it was that shot him down.

“Braden” I hissed, trying to get his attention as a small group of people from the camp began to arrive at the sight. Please listen, they are coming for you, take my gift and drive the evil off this land The soft spoken female voice seemed to come from inside our heads like thoughts instead of actually being spoken.

There isn’t much time The words came again, this time the purple Pokemon began to rise into the air, moving higher and higher before stopping, for a moment nothing happened, and then it released a brilliant ball of purple light that washed over us. The light so intense that I had to close my eyes and turn away as it washed over my body, electrifying every cell with an energy that felt like a Pikachu shock.

I didn’t even have a chance to wonder what had just happened when I felt a pain race up my tail bone. My pants were suddenly growing tighter and tighter before ripping. I turned to look over my shoulder and watched in shock as a thick red scaly tail seemed to grow longer and longer until it nearly reached the ground, lit by a small flame on the end.

I barely had a chance to take everything in, as the stunned silence that seemed to fill the air was broken by the sound of gun shots and the rotating blades of helicopters.

Wilson, Lieutenant First Class Team Rocket Soldiers
~~~ Team Rocket Chopper ~~~~

The heavy set man stood at the front of the chopper, holding on to the bars of both sides as the chopper remain lit in a deep dark red light that was used for military missions. The assignment was simple, a search and destroy mission with a bunch of cadets.

“Suit up, we’re two minutes out” He barked to the cadets, the helicopter jerking slightly from turbulence. “You know the drill, shoot first, only get use your Pokemon if you are drawn into the battle.”

His voice was cut off by one of the pilots shouting for his attention from the cock pit. “Sir, we have a contact coming in hot behind us, most likely some kind of early warning Pokemon.” The pilot pointed to the small green radar which showed a dot steadily approaching the helicopter before finally streaking past the windows in the form of a purple ball.

“Shoot it down.” He commanded, the pilot didn’t hesitate, flipping two switches before squeezing the trigger, sending a rocket speeding away from the helicopter and striking the Pokemon. “The second helicopter will land five minutes after we make contact, expect heavy resistance since they most likely know we are coming.” The helicopter began to make it’s decent toward the small twinkling camp fires.

“If all else fails you, rely on your training..” His words were drowned out as the chopper began to reach the ground, the noise filled the cabin as the back ramp lowered and the restraints holding the cadets in were released. Just as the first cadet stepped out of the chopper a blinding purple flash of light filled washed over the cabin, causing many of the cadets to scramble to turn off their night vision goggles.

“What the hell..” Wilson looked around noticing the other cadets standing around in shock at what just happened. Their mission and purpose quickly kicked back in as he grabbed two cadets by the collar, pushing those in front of him out of the chopper. “What are you waiting for! Go!” He shouted.

Wilson is just a NPC character and anyone can use him, you guys can start the fighting if you want, it most likely will be bloody so enjoy experimenting with your new powers.

[VirtualPlay]

Name: Katharine (Kat) Blairre
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Alliance: Midnight Forest
Physical Looks: Kat stands tall for her age at around 5'8", has a medium-small build, doesn't have a large amount of muscle, and isn't too well-endowed. Her skin is fair bordering on pale, as she doesn't spend much time outside. She has slightly frizzy brown hair that reaches halfway down her back, and her eyes are a bright green that seems to sparkle in any light.
Her current set of clothes includes a barely-fitting light blue baby-doll tee, a black pleated skirt that reaches halfway down her thighs, a pair of light gray capri leggings, and a pair of white sneakers over white socks.
Personality: Kat is very empathic, being able to feel how others feel and partially know what they're thinking. Despite the state of the world and her history, she has an optimistic look on her life. She knows it's not possible for the world to suddenly become peaceful, but she knows that there will be something each day that will make that day worth it. She also has a gut feeling that one day Team Rocket will be overthrown, and lives through each day so that she can eventually see that time. She tends to be a voice of calm reason when other people are fighting, but sometimes the fighting gets to be too much and because she's an empath she has no choice but to hide somewhere until it stops.
History: Up until 2007, Kat had lived a nice life living with her parents, who were both Gym trainers (not leaders). On that fateful day, however, she happened to be visiting the gym when Team Rocket went and bombed the place. Kat ended up getting thrown into a wall, hitting her head and putting her into a small coma.
When she woke up two weeks later, it was to a hidden cave and a semi-severe loss of memories. She still remembered core details about her life (like name, age, etc.), but her vast knowledge of Pokémon as well as any worldly knowledge had faded from her; she remembers having parents, but can't remember what they did or what they looked like. Seeing her own Pokémon has sparked a small bit of memory about them, and now every time she sees a new Pokémon (that she had encountered before) she remembers some random facts about it.
Pokémon: Pikachu, Misdreavus, Gallade
Power: Transformation - At first she transforms slowly (not instantly like a normal Ditto), can only transform her body into a Pokémon that she thinks of (and as explained in History, she's forgotten most of the Pokémon she grew up with), and she can't stay in a form for long or she passes out. She gets much faster as she develops, after a short time she can transform her clothes as well, and eventually she starts to be able to transform into people she sees as well.
Her skin has taken on a noticeable pink tinge, turning the skin on her body a bubble-gum color except her hands (to just above her wrists), feet (to just above her ankles), and head (to the bottom of her neck); when she later can transform it away, she typically doesn't bother because it requires her to focus on it.
Weapons: Nothing, she's not a fighter. She borrows weapons when they're needed.
Other: Yay amnesia! Also friends with Braden, being able to feel his pain and actually understand him, despite his minimal communication.

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Kat Blairre
Sitting in her tent
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You don't understand how alone I am / But how could you?
You can't understand how alone I am / Unless you know my pain.
I sit here, lost without a clue / But what can I do?
I sit here, lost without my life / A life I can't reclaim.

With a small sigh I put the pencil down. It was hard to write such depressing thoughts, thoughts I haven't really had for almost two years now. But Kite had recently mentioned how he remembered his first few weeks in the camp, which got me thinking of mine. It wouldn't stop bugging me, so I had finally pulled out the pencil and notebook from my bag tonight and started writing it into a song.

So far it had been working, aside from the difficulty I had actually writing the emotions down. My thoughts were clearing and becoming normal again. Silently I thanked the other refugee who had brought the notebook and pencil I now used; they had been one of the first ones to arrive, and it looked like they had escaped from school with a backpack full of supplies.

As I went to write some more, I heard a loud crashing sound and felt the ground shake, as if something had collided with the earth nearby. I heard Roy shout, "Stay here!" but of course that just made me even more curious. Shoving the book and pencil into my bag, I ran out to see what the commotion was.

I was faster than most of the others, and managed to pull ahead of them. I suddenly noticed that I was running into an area filled with a glowing, purple light. Before long I was standing behind Roy, staring at a weird purple cat-like creature I could only assume was a Pokémon I had never seen. Right next to the creature was Braden, who was looking at it with curiosity. That, combined with Roy's apprehension, made me realize this probably wasn't a common thing.

'Please listen, they are coming for you. Take my gift and drive the evil off this land.' I heard the voice, but at the same time I didn't actually hear it. It was like it was spoken directly into my mind. I could only assume it had come from the Pokémon. 'There isn't much time...'

Suddenly the creature floated higher, out of reach. It stopped a couple dozen feet off the ground, then suddenly an explosion of light expanded all around it, engulfing us. It was so bright I had to shut my eyes, but that ended up making me feel it around me, tingling every part of me. My body seemed to be on fire, yet freezing at the same time. I wanted to scream in pain, but I was too scared that it would hurt worse.

Then suddenly the pain dissipated, and I realized I was lying on the ground. I looked at myself and saw that I was mostly fine, except my skin seemed to be kinda pink except for my hands. I wasn't sure why they looked like that, but I had no chance to think about it as guns started firing and the loud sounds of a chopper flew down from the sky.

"Shit, Rockets!" Roy said, and if it weren't for the fact that there were now about a dozen Rockets dropping out of a chopper, firing at us, I'd probably have sat stunned at his new growth of a tail. A burning tail, no less. But the reality of guns and Rockets was more important and I started running, not even sure which way I was going.

~~ ** 609 ** ~~

[Crystal Tears]

Name: Braden
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Alliance: Refugee
Physical Looks: He stands at 5’5’’, with light blond almost white hair that’s sort of long (for a boy), slightly layered and shaggy. His eyes are a faint beautiful yet tired green, worn out from the experiences the boy has had. Braden’s skin is fair, seemingly untouched by the harshness around him. His wears baggy, dark green (almost military green) long shorts (I forgot their technical name 8D) that are held on his slightly lanky body by a black belt with a silver buckle. He wears a somewhat baggy muscle shirt/tank top that’s a bit worn due to the condition of the world. Braden’s left arm is wrapped in bandage up to his elbow, with a black clothe overtop from his wrist to just below the elbow. His shoes look very close to black ‘chucks’ (shoes 8D, but without the converse symbol). Overall he has that cute ‘young teen’ look to him, which he abhors because adults usually comment on it.
He also has a pale grey-beige bag with all his supplies in it, including his mp3 player with large silver headphones he’ll occasionally listen to when he thinks what he’s hearing from people isn’t worth listening to (no one knows this but Katharine).
Personality: Braden is quiet overall; he’s seen many horrible things that have almost turned him mute. He is much of a thinker, analyzing even the littlest of things and in his little notebook he’ll write down his findings. His schooling was cut short by the rockets, so his writing is really a jumbled up mess of letters, numbers and unrecognizable symbols (though it wasn’t much better when schooling was taking place). If he does say something (which is rare), it’ll be at most one word to sum up what’s going on or what’s wrong. Braden is also a very curious boy, something he doesn’t understand he’ll often try and take, just to figure out what it’s for and how it works. Because of this trait he has a phenomenal understandings of mechanics and machinery (including guns), though he couldn’t tell you (even if he wanted to), what the technical names were anything. He’s often seen either by himself, with his Baltoy, or following Katharine around, showing little to no interest in anyone else. He's an awfully good listener though, and will never spill anyone's secrets, partly due to never talking, and because he never breaks his word.
History: Not much is said about Braden’s past, he’s seen horrible things and they scared his voice away. Maybe hints are in his journals, but because they’re in gibberish, no one can figure anything out (it’s also unclear why he doesn’t know how to spell when he’s fourteen).
Pokémon: Baltoy
Power: Braden has inherited Metagross’s Iron Defense. At the beginning he can strengthen his skin and give it a cool silvery gleam which can lessen the blow of attacks and projectiles. As the power grows, he’ll be able to sustain the state for longer and it’ll only increase its defensive boost (as in no bruising or welts from the attacks deflected). The physical traits he inherited from Metagross is harden skin, making him a *tad* more resilience to physical damage that others, and a faint, silver coloured ‘X’ on his face (crosses on the bridge of his nose/in-between eyes)
Weapons: He keeps a simplistic black pistol in his bag, with one extra clip. He never uses it though; often he forgets it’s there.
Other: Good friends with Katharine, though no one really knows how this works as he never says a word to her but she seems to know what he’s ‘talking’ about (If that’s alright VP)

Braden ~/owo\~ 1176

He wasn’t supposed to wander off… Many times people had told him to stay relatively close to the camp, where it was safe and secure. Braden had always found that the statement was a bit of a lie. It was true what Roy occasionally said, that it was the safest place because they hadn’t been found. That the rockets had not found them, and thus they were safe, though they had to be careful.

Braden found the lie within that statement. The camp wasn’t safe, it was hidden. That was the difference; hidden things were no safer than being in the open. Safe implied they had somewhere to run if the Rockets did show up, or had some sort of back-up plan. He was mute, and being such a way had its advantages. People didn’t care if you heard what they said because you wouldn’t tell anyone, so from the others he had learned something quite problematic.

They had nowhere to run and no defenses if the murderers did show up.

That’s why he was out here.

He had wandered a good ways away from the camp, looking for a spot to hide. No, he didn’t care much for the others, but if Katharine was his friend. At least, she was the closest thing he had; Braden wasn’t too sure what it meant to be a friend. Usually they held conversations, with them it was really just she talked and he listened. It was contorted friendship, but one he was willing to risk his life to save.

‘Field…’ He thought with a distinct frown, he stood on the trees edge, peering out to see nothing but grass. It had a wonderful view of the sky though, and its allure drew him out of his spot and into the openness. The boy gazed up with fascination; the stars were by far the most beautiful thing he had seen. They were silver and white, glimmering in the darkness just like they had before.

Braden was happy some things didn’t change.

That’s when he spotted a shooting star. He watched it move across the sky before there was a brief flash of something else and then a resounding boom. It made the grass waver and trees dance for a moment before it faded away. But his heart was pounding, he had seen brief flashes like that, they had appeared only to tear apart things he cared about.

Of course, his fear was washed away with awe as the purple star came flying towards him, lower and lower until it smashed into the ground before him. There was another shockwave of air as dirt and grass went flying from the impact. Braden coughed, covering his eyes until the dust had settled. Slowly he lowered his arm and approached, eyes narrowing against the sharp lilac coloured glow coming from the small crater.

If the boy had of been the talking sort, he would’ve been dumbfounded. Rising out of the crater slowly was a creature he had only ever heard stories about. It was small, with a pink body and resembled a sort of combination between a gerbil and a cat. It stared at him with blue crystal blue eyes and its ear twitched as both of them heard someone come running through the forest.

“Braden, move away, very slowly.”

He knew that voice, it belonged to Roy. But the boy ignored him completely. He was mesmerized by the creature before him; one of fables, myths and legends was right in front of him against all odds.

“Braden…” Roy said it in a clearly annoyed tone, Braden briefly considering putting on his headphones to get the point across he wasn’t listening.

Please listen, they are coming for you, take my gift and drive the evil off this land.

The boy opened his mouth a tad in shock.

There isn’t much time… As it ‘spoke’ it rose into the air, Braden stepped back at as the glow grew steadily brighter before there was a burst of light.

The light’s intensity was out of this world, but that wasn’t the most prominent issue. It made Braden’s body feel odd, his skin felt as if it had changed; became denser and stronger than before. As the light faded, as far as the boy could tell, there was no visible difference.

The moment was thrown into chaos at the sound of gun shots. Braden turned, his eyes moving across the sky until he saw it; a chopper black in coloration with a prominent red ‘R’ on the side. The tips of the rotating blades were also red, creating a sort of hellish red ‘halo’ over the contraption. His heart began to pound again, but his body wouldn’t move for a good second.

It was lowering to the ground, and finally it seemed that whoever was shooting took notice of the boy. Bullets shot by him and he dived for the ground. Falling into the crater, it wasn’t that deep or wide, but it provided a trench deep enough to spar him from the vast amounts of bullets now being sprayed at the tree line.

But Mew, she was falling.

The boy saw her body fall from the sky and drift over out of his sight. He bit his lip, his body shaking with fear as no doubt the Rockets were getting off their helicopter.

H-help…

He nearly let out a call of frustration as he literally jumped out of the hole. Braden distantly recalled moving this fast before, when the Rockets had first appeared to tear his world apart. But he hadn’t been running to save anyone or anything. Fear had propelled him to follow his instructions to the letter.

‘Run.’

This situation thus was vaguely familiar, only it changed when he saw a woman with spiky blond hair pick up the fabled pokemon. He had only intended to grab the creature and go, but now he had to fight. She seemed sort of odd though, like something was growing out of her temples. Maybe if he slowed down the boy would be able to tell just what was different. But he couldn’t, she wasn’t from the refugee camp, he would’ve recognized her.

Thus, she was a Rocket.

A Rocket, holding Mew.

That was unacceptable, and so without much thought (which was rare for him), he charged right at her. Truthfully Braden hadn’t intended to hit her so hard as to send her flying, but it had happened. She was sent toppling to the ground and he caught Mew who was sent into the air.

He had never heard such an angry growl from a human, but it shot out of her throat as she looked up at him, intended death directed at him.

“Braden!”

He turned, seeing Kite in the tree line, gesturing for him to run.

“Come on!”

Braden took one last glance at the girl, who was still recovering from the tackle (albeit, now that she was almost on her feet, she looked far more intimidating) and bolted, Mew tightly in his arms.

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TAG WEASEL OVERLORD (ahaha I’m sorry I knocked her over, but my dudes a steel type, and being tackled by steel hurts ♥ I'll change it if you'd like) AND CLASSY_CAT18 :3

[Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]

Hob Standen

Do I follow the star?
Or the gypsy king?

Hob looked at his standard-issue gun. He fingered it gingerly, as one would something repellent; deep down in his traditionalist soul he didn't approve of guns. He suspected many people didn't approve of guns, much less owned them, and that was probably why Team Rocket had been as successful as they had been: after years and years of relying on Pokemon and half-baked plans the latest regime had decided to step up their game and act like proper terrorists.

Or so Charon said, although not in so many words. As he recalled, her exact words had been "Oh, they've finally got smart."

That wasn't the point, though. He didn't like guns because they were cheap. They were not quite the thing.

He kept telling himself that his little jaunt into the annals of international terrorism was only temporary. Because Team Rocket was not quite the thing, either. He'd been a foreigner in foreign parts and it had taken him long enough to figure out the precise nature of his best friend's family business and also why people ran away from her in the street: but this was a perfectly natural phenomenon once you'd been around Charon for any length of time, so he hadn't really, well, noticed. And he'd given his word he'd go it with her, but that was because she'd made him angry first, and then the other people he had met had made him angrier, and he was good at making people bleed, and somehow or other he hadn't had time for qualms. Until now.

It was almost enough to make him want to go back home. Only... home wasn't really home any more, with all his siblings and their sins in residence.

A dread voice echoed in his head. A grim shade rose into the line of his vision...

Excretus ex fortuna, sir, as the ancient Unown said.

"I would appreciate it, Flabberghast," said Hob through his teeth, "if you would refrain from making snide comments in Growlithe Latin."

"You say something about Growlithes, Hob?" As usual, Charon's ears filtered only keywords of interest.

"Standen! Did you hear what I said about guns first, not Pokemon?!"

"Also, Flabberghast, if you would so kind as to disappear." It was useless trying to explain anything to the vast majority of Rocket officers, for example, how he would never put a Haunter who had looked out for him since he was four and thought balloons were the ghosts of Drifloons into a Pokéball.

As you wish, sir.

Flabberghast disappeared, along with everything else in sight, in a flash of brilliant fuchsia. For the briefest of moments, Hob saw the form of a catlike creature silhouetted against the moon--

Hob blinked. A copterful of Rocket trainees blinked back at him, and then looked down at themselves, in a state of some confusion. And well they might be confused. Mysterious extrabodily parts sprouting out of nowhere were definitely things to be concerned about, in Hob's book. He found it odd that that person who always wore sunglasses, Cooper, that was his name, didn't seem changed. At any rate, he was dead certain that the last time he'd seen her, about two seconds ago, Charon had not had horns growing out of her temples.

"You've got-"

"A huge hat on your head, doesn't look half ridiculous!"

"Horns, I was going to say! And I don't wear hats!"

The sergeant rallied, at last, shouting: "What are you waiting for? Go!" and thrusting both Hob and Charon forward, in the time-honoured spirit of following orders to the letter regardless of whether the troops carrying out the order were in any shape to do so or not.

A cold whisper in his ear (Flabberghast, he thought) informed him: I would concur with the opinion of Miss Andeor, sir. It is a very big hat, sir, of the sort that the Screech family commonly affect.

"But I don't feel anything on my head!"

"Oh, it's there all right," said Charon. "With bells on. Damn this gun. I hate guns. Let's toss 'em in a bush, in this racket old Wilson wouldn't notice his ears falling off." She grinned suddenly, looking utterly fearsome. "There's an idea."

Hob rolled his eyes. "What, biting his ears off? You only bite people you like."

"I make exceptions."

Gunfire overhead cut short their commentary. As they ran towards the target of the shots, Charon keeping speed with Hob despite her formidable heels, they saw it fall. Mew - of course it was Mew, stuff of legends - was only a few feet ahead of them now, and though it wasn't part of their orders, they weren't known particularly for following orders anyway - quite the contrary.

Charon dove for the elusive pink figure like an extremely large and well-trained retriever.

Things then began to happen very quickly. He had the merest, shortest glimpse of silver; then someone, or something, barreled into his friend, sending her quite a ways in the opposite direction, and proceeded to make off with their target.

A furious growl ripped through the air; probable origin, throat of Miss Andeor, as Flabberghast would have put it.

The juggernaut, who turned out to be a younger boy who didn't look like he even had the poundage to throw a decent punch, was running in the direction of the trees, Charon racing after him like the fury of the devil. Hob scowled, and made to follow; there was no telling what his partner-in-crime would do to someone who'd dared to injure her and steal her quarry, and there'd been a feral set to her face that he hadn't seen before--

Something dug itself into his right shoulder. He winced involuntarily. It was a kunai, and although he seemed to be feeling the pain of metal plowing itself a hole through his flesh, the kunai completed its journey through his bicep and hit the ground with a ping.

He was completely unhurt.

The owner of the kunai furrowed his brow, then decided that flight was the obvious option.

"Watch out for a weirdo in a funny hat, weapons go right through him!"

Hob's mouth set itself in the thin, grim line that even Charon was sometimes wary of. He shook off the pain: if he wasn't hurt, there couldn't be pain. He'd be damned before he would let anyone throw kunai at him (even if they passed right through his body) and call him a weirdo in a funny hat.

Moonlight glinted off his katars as they slid out of his cuffs.

The chase was on.

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excretus ex fortuna: shit out of luck

Tag Wurzel, classy, anyone who wants to try to beat up angry Rockets; also, Wurzel says her post tacks on to the end of mine so don't tag Charon as yet, and sorry for any OOC'ing (I wasn't too sure of how to play Kite :x)

I'm moving to a new flat on Monday, so I'll be away until we set up internet access (hopefully by the end of the week, or I'll stab the modem people). Please don't kill Hob in the meantime though tags/tags-back are still very much appreciated, thanks very much.

[DivineAll]

Name: Isaac Cooper
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Alliance: Team Rocket
Physical Looks: Isaac stands an even 6 feet tall with short, messy, light brown hair and a build of someone who's trained for combat. He usually wears a black leather jacket, blue cargo jeans, white tennis shoes, and a pair of sunglasses that hides his striking green eyes. Imprinted on the back of the back of his leather jacket is a red R, indicating he is or was a member of Team Rocket.
Personality: Isaac is a fairly intelligent, nearly unfazed person who seems to show absolutely no emotion, other than one of complete seriousness. Even though he mostly doesn't show it through his facial expressions, he is caring and compassionate towards others and to Pokémon, especially his own. He is dedicated to doing any task he has been given and will complete it by any means necessary unless it goes against his own moral code. His moral code is that no one should die unnecessarily without a very good reason. Also, he is not ashamed of his historical background whatsoever; he is proud of it and will remind anyone if he needs to.
History: He was raised into Team Rocket and trained as one of their own from the day he was born. He never knew his parents, but according to his superiors his father was a Rocket elite and his mother was a caring Breeder who fell in love and tried to keep their relationship a secret but failed miserably once the organization found out. Even though he inherited his mother's caring nature, he slowly rose through the ranks and became a commander at a young age, thanks to his father's legacy. However, he knows that he'll eventually be forced to do a task for the Rockets that goes completely against his moral code and will join the Midnight Forest Refugees if his is told to do it.
Pokémon: Ralts, Dragonair, Typhlosion
Power: Future Sight - He can clearly see future events and actions but only if he's sleeping because, apparently, the visions of the future are best seen in his own dreams. The time period in which the events will happen vary from happening within a day, at the least, to a year, at the most. Apparently, as he's told, he inherits Kadabra's red star on the center of his forehead, when he's fast asleep.
Weapons: A longsword, that apparently belonged to his father, that he keeps strapped to his left side.
Other: He really likes dark chocolate.

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Issac Cooper, 513+

‘Why does this happen to me?’ Isaac asked himself. He had just come back from an overseas mission about forging an alliance with Team Galactic and Team Cipher from Sinnoh and Orre, respectively, and now he was in helicopter assigned to overlook a bunch of fresh faces among the Rockets who were taking a final exam about becoming official Grunts or some crazy stuff like that, he didn’t really care. What he wanted to do after that overseas mission was sit back with a good book and eat some of his favorite imported dark chocolate. This was one of the last things he expected when he got back, but ‘tis the life of a Rocket Commander.

“Okay, those who are with me listen up!” Isaac ordered. “I’m awarding you bonus points on your final if you manage to bring back any one of those people who are opposing us alive! Even more bonus points for every injury they don’t have on them!”

“Why would we do that, sir?” a female asked. “Wouldn’t it be better to just kill them outright instead of leaving them alive so they could possibly fight for another day?”

“You’re Sergeant Major Annie Heller, correct?” Isaac asked. “Yes, sir.” the woman responded. “Well, Ms. Heller, I’ll have you know sometimes we have to show restraint in the field of battle. Why? Information, that’s why. Captives often provide information in exchange for their quicker release, for a delayed death, or for other miscellaneous reasons. Sure, most of the time they’re unwilling to divulge their knowledge, but in the end, we get what we’re looking for and maybe even more. Does that answer your question?”

“Yes it does, sir.” Annie nodded hesitantly. “Good. If you need to use your Pokémon to make sure they cooperate, don’t use your weapons unless it’s an absolute last resort. Any questions?” Silence. “Good. We should arrive much earlier than Lieutenant Wilson expects us to arrive. That way we’ll be able to help him out sooner rather than later. Speaking of which, we’re now nearing the landing point right about now, so get ready to move, people!”

About a minute after he made his announcement, Isaac’s copter had had landed and he and his group got off the chopper. They bundled up with a nearby separate group of Rockets who had also unloaded their people off. As soon as the last person got off the copter, everyone saw in the sky the shadowed outline of a catlike creature against the moon falling towards the earth. “What in the world?” Isaac asked. He was asking about the strange creature and the state of his crew who apparently were now mutating to say the least. Isaac noticed that he had not undergone any strange transformation after the sighting of the catlike creature. “Can someone go to where that creature fell and tell me what happened to that creature to cause this mess?” he asked.

Annie asked, “How do you know it was that cat thing that caused this, sir?” Isaac replied, “It’s kind of obvious, don’t you think?”

[classy_cat18]

I guess I didn't do a very good job with Personality. But yeah, that's how I pictured him.

Name: Kite
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Alliance: Midnight Forest
Physical Looks: A fiery redhead standing at 5'6", with a lean, slightly muscular build. His large eyes are a dark brown color, complimenting his slightly tan skin. Bangs cover his right eye while his hair is cut short in the back. He wears a short sleeved black T-shirt, and straight-leg blue jeans, both ripped. Although he owns worn-out white sneakers, he's sometimes seen without them. Small scratches can be seen all over his body due to his daily activities, which include climbing, swimming, running, fighting, and trying not to die.
Personality: Kite is not one to stay still most of the time. He'll wander outside the refuge camp in order to explore and collect anything that's of interest to him, and then talk about it with everyone else. But a lot of the time his curiosity will get into trouble, and then he'll need the first aid kit. He's persistent and assertive, always having either a smirk or a deep frown (from having a bad day). His worst trait? His sticky fingers. He won't (usually) steal from the other refugees, but everyone else is a target. He's good at it too.
History: He doesn't really know anything. One night, Team Rocket attacked his town, and his older brother knocked him out and carried him to safety since Kite wanted to stay and fight instead. His brother wasn't there; all everyone said was that he returned to get something but he never returned.
Pokémon: Kecleon, Persian, Taillow
Power: Electricity. At first it's a small, almost uncontrollable attack. He prefers to use it on contact, or to electrify his weapons. He also grows a fully functional Aipom tail (Aipom can learn Thunderbolt).
Weapons: He keeps a set of kunai knives in a pouch he keeps strapped to his leg.
Other: Carries a pouch of small items he finds interesting.

Boring, boring day. Turning into boring night. I yawned and leaned against the tree trunk while I lounged ten feet above the ground. On the edge of the branch was my trusty Taillow, keeping an eye out for anything interesting. "Anything yet?" I asked her. She looked back and shook her head sadly. That was okay. That time of year was slow anyway.

Then Taillow flapped her wings and pointed down to Braden. The kid was wandering away again, which he did almost as much as I did. I had tried to get him to share what he sees throughout the day, since he rarely hung around me, but it was like talking to a brick wall. "Yo, Braden!" I called down to him. He glanced at me for a brief moment, then kept walking. Today wasn't the day either.

It was an hour before someone else came along. By then, Taillow was asleep. “Seen anything new?” Roy asked me.

“Braden wandered off some where about a hour ago, other than that...” I shrugged. There was a tinge of worry that the kid could get himself hurt or kidnapped. “Think we should go after him?”

I didn't listen to what he said after that. A faint purple glow turned my attention to the night sky. Is that a shooting star? It sure moved like one. Nah, shooting stars don't fly that low. And they're never purple. Then something else streaked across the sky and hit the purple orb. A loud boom started the sleeping Taillow and almost threw me off my branch. I hung on and watched the orb crash to the ground nearby.

"Stay here!" Roy shouted as he ran off in the direction of the boom. I smirked and waited a minute before running after him, Taillow close behind. No way was I going to miss this.

I was about halfway there when I slowed down. Where did he go? He couldn't be that fast.

Please listen, they are coming for you, take my gift and drive the evil off this land.

I fully stopped and frantically looked around for the source of the psychic voice before it spoke again.

There isn't much time.

This time a strange feeling accompanied the voice. It felt like electricity raced through my body, sparking every nerve. But it didn't die down entirely. Even as a pain shot out of my tailbone, my whole body sparked. When it finally went away, there was extra weight near the back of my body. "What's this?" I looked back to see a large hand waving at me. No, it was a tail. A red Aipom tail. I tugged at it only to find out that it was attached to my backside. "My tail!"

There was no time to complain. I ran the rest of the way to the clearing (although part of the way was on all fours out of some new instinct). First I ran into Roy, who was dealing with problems of his own. "What happened to you?" we asked each other.

I shook my head. "Never mind. We need you back at the campsite since you're the one with the gun!"

"But-" He pointed to the middle of the field, where Braden stood. And near them was a girl who was cradling some purple creature. She was unfamiliar to me, but the clothes she wore struck a familiar chord. Rocket! There was a guy with her, also a Rocket. Even more Rockets were running into the forest for the campsite.

"We're in big trouble," I groaned. Roy nodded and ducked down, trying to keep the glow of his tail flame hidden.

Braden rushed forward and gave the Rocket girl his best tackle, successfully sending her and Mew flying. The boy caught the Pokemon in midair, but that was the end of his plan. "Braden!" I called out from the tree line, waving him toward me. He nodded and bolted past me, giving me a clear look at the strange Pokemon.

It was Mew.

The Mew.

I was only torn from my stupor when the angry Rocket girl ran past me, ignoring me and still going for Braden. The boy was close behind. My eyes narrowed and started the chase. No one was going to ignore me.

Running beside him but staying hidden, I held one of my kunai knives and threw it when I had a clear shot. The weapon went in his shoulder...through it...and into the ground behind him. All without even a grunt of pain.

"What just happened?" I mumbled to myself. Then I yelled out to everyone who could hear. "Watch out for a weirdo in a funny hat, weapons go right through him!"

That seemed to piss off the weird hat guy. His weapons, deadly katars, slid out his sleeves and into his ready hands. "Mind repeating that?" he growled.

I gave him a lopsided grin and took out another kunai. "What part? The part about watching out for you? Or the part about the funny hat?"

He charged at me, lunging the katar for my neck. I leaned back as far as possible, my new tail supporting my body. I kept my pose. "What? You do have a funny hat on your head? You really should look in the nearest mirror!" I kicked out at him, pushing him out of range of his weapons.

We circled each other, looking for an opening. But as soon as my eyes darted to the kunai knife that I had thrown earlier, I left myself open. I ran for my weapon and hoped that I was faster than him. I could feel him closing in...

My tail!

I felt movement in my tail and looked over my shoulder to see my Aipom tail closed around his katar. I chuckled and pulled my kunai out of the ground. "My mom always said that I kept acting like an Aipom, that I'd eventually turn into one," I joked.

He got over his shock and remembered that he had two weapons. His other katar went for me but I blocked it with my two kunai, my tail being a third hand and still holding his first katar. We heard a faint pop and we both yelped in pain as something that felt like painful static electricity popped us both. "What was that?" I asked out loud.

We heard several cries. I thought of Roy, Braden, and Mew. He was probably thinking of his teammates and Mew. We paused our fight. "This may be selfish to say, but right now keeping you away seems more important to me!" I said boldly.

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[Roy Karrde]

Roy Karrde
~~~ Night, Midnight Forest ~~~~

”BRADEN!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, my voice beginning to fail me as I raced through the forest, my arms flinging branches from my path, only to have them being caught and twisted around my tail. “Dammit” I cursed, grabbing the scaly tail and yanking it free, the bushes that it was caught in ripped and tugged at the skin, shedding scales off of it and cutting deep into it.

Sweat dripped from my hair as I tried not to let the pain slow me, behind me I could hear the soft footsteps of the tall thin man with the weird hat. I had only gotten a brief head start passed him and I knew that lead was quickly evaporating. “BRAD-!” I shouted again this time my voice actually giving out half way through and coming out more as a wheeze. I grabbed my stinging tail in my hands, cradling it as I ran.

A few more strides and I broke through the forest, finding myself at the edge of camp, the light of the camp fires and burning tents illuminated the night. I turned in all directions, my eyes scanning for him as I continued to cradle my tail. I tried my best not to focus on the horror that was unfolding in the distance.

I finally caught sight of the boy, doubled over as he tried to catch his breath, holding on to the small pink pokemon. I let go of my tail, allowing it to swing free and fling blood in every which direction as I rushed over to his side. “We… have… to go” I gasped for air, willing my voice back, although the truth was I had no idea where to go. Mt Moon? One of the cities? How could we even make it there in the condition we were in while Rockets were hot on our literal tails?

Behind me I could hear the two Rockets closing in, the man with the funny hat and another who I didn’t really get a good look at. They would be there any second and surely slaughter both of us. Kite had some weapons on him but I knew he was even further back then the rockets and wouldn’t reach us in time.

“Braden we..” My voice was cut off by the blood chilling sound of the cocking of a gun. For a moment I thought the two rockets had caught up with us, but as my vision trailed up from Braden to the person holding the gun, I could see it was some one entirely different. A young girl, whose tail and ears told me she had also been touched by Mew’s powers.

She held the weapon with shaky hands, switching back and forth between Braden and myself, her eyes darting back and forth almost as if she was deciding who to shoot first. I decided that if I was going to die, the best I could do was give talking a chance, so I rose up, my hands up and open to show she had full control over the situation. “You don’t want to do that.” I spoke my voice still weak and exhausted from shouting after Braden.

“SHUT UP!” She pointed the gun directly at my forehead as the two other rockets emerged from the forest.

“Dammit..” I swore under my breath, focusing my attention entirely on her, in the back ground I could hear screams, one of which sounded like a young child. “I can save them, I can save those people.” I tried to sound convincing but I knew that most of them would end up dying, but that was a fact I couldn’t burden myself with right now.

“Your not like the others, you don’t want to kill innocent people, that Pokemon, it’s the key to all of this.” I glanced over at Mew and Braden, who in turn seemed to hug Mew even more tightly. I knew the two other Rockets would be there any second, if anything I could hopefully buy time for Kite to come. “Please let me save them.” I gave one last plea, looking directly into her eyes. She placed her finger to her mouth, making a shushing motion. The Rockets were just a few steps away as she swung the gun aiming it at both of them. I could only hope the shush was what I thought it meant.

699, please I’m sorry if I stepped on any toes, I am just trying to keep this thing alive. If you guys have any problems with the post please PM me and I will change it.

[ChobiChibi]

Name: Seth Lawrence
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Alliance: Neutral, looking for Midnight Forest*
Physical Looks: Seth is around 5’10’’ tall with a rather lanky build. His eyes are an odd olive green colour, light but quite dull compared to other shades. His hair is quite long for a guy; the longest parts reach about 2 inches from his shoulders. He doesn’t really do much to look after it; it just seems to fall in exactly the right place. His skin is lightly tanned and healthy looking. Clothing wise, Seth is currently wearing a dark purple round necked woollen jumper (it’s quite thin) with a plain white t-shirt underneath and a lilac scarf. He is rather fond of skinny jeans and the pair he is wearing are black. For shoes, he wears a pair of slip on vans that are black and white like a chess board. He also carries a medium sized back pack containing all his supplies, which is surprisingly not a lot considering the distance that he’s travelled. Ooooh, cunningly illustrated! Forgot about that XD
Personality: In general, Seth is a very nice guy and pleasant to be around. Ever the optimist, he tries to always look on the bright side of things, even if he has a tendency to worry about things and over complicate situations. He is kind, thoughtful and rarely angered, but when he is, it’s rather scary. He enjoys company, which is why one of his Pokémon will normally accompany him at all times if he is travelling alone, hating long periods of solitude. He will lie to protect his friends, is a little naive and too trusting.
History: Seth’s actually from Mahogany Town in Johto, but his parents suggested that he left as soon as the attacks started getting worse. He travelled to Kanto whilst the trains between Goldenrod and Saffron city were not under the control of Team Rocket and has been wandering around Kanto ever since. He makes a point to travel alone, so that he doesn’t cause too much suspicion, but since hearing about the Midnight Forest, he has been trying to find them. And he does! Just on the night they’ve been found by Team Rocket...
Pokémon: Weavile, Marill, Mareep
Power: Colour Change: Seth has gained Kecleon’s ability to change type. He is then able to use one relatively low-powered attack of that type. However, just like Kecleon, he must get hit by an attack first to be able to change type and cannot just do it at his own will. After a while of not using an attack, he will automatically change back to normal type. It will not be obvious to him what attack her has learnt either, so will have to figure it out as he goes along. Here are the attacks he will learn:
Normal: Scratch, Fire: Fire Punch, Water: Water Pulse, Electric: Charge Beam, Grass: Grass Knot, Ice: Icy Wind, Fighting: Rock Smash, Poison: Toxic, Ground: Mud Slap, Flying: Aerial Ace, Psychic: Psybeam, Bug: Fury Cutter, Rock: Rock Tomb, Ghost: Lick, Dragon: N/A- Scratch, Dark: Faint Attack, Steel: Iron Tail.
Appearance wise, he has gained Kecleon’s “ears” (those funny zigzag things that come out of its head), tail and the red zigzag stripe across its belly. As he learns more, he will be able to gain a few more traits of a Kecleon (like turning invisible, with the exception of the red zigzag stripe across his stomach).
Weapons: His charming personality and stunning looks? XDD None.
Other: He’s asthmatic, just too proud to tell anyone. Sneaky inhaler usage often occurs~

Actual post coming soon after Ryan's read this :3

[VirtualPlay]

Kat Blairre
On the run
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I ran as fast as I could, thanking anything I could that I was agile enough to dodge the branches better than anyone else. As such, I was able to reach the camp first, even before Roy who was usually a faster runner. Doing the only thing that I thought was right, I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Rockets are invading, get out of here!"

The reaction was instantaneous. Every single tent came alive as people frantically grabbed their essentials and started fleeing in different directions. I quickly dove into my tent and grabbed my backpack, shoving my stuff in as quickly as I could. I was about to dive out when I heard a familiar grunt. I peeked out to see Braden sitting near my tent, holding the strange creature.

Roy soon appeared, attempting to get Braden to move. The problem was that he didn't seem to be able to carry the creature much longer, and I could feel that Braden didn't want to abandon it to the Rockets. A gun cocked and they turned their attention to another Rocket who had managed to get to the camp faster than the other two. She was standing with her back to me, a gun extended at the two of them.

Roy, always thinking of others, tried to reason with her, and as he did I noticed she had black ears and a tail, with blue rings around them. It seemed she had gotten some kind of mutation like Roy had. She also seemed to be rather shaky, like she wasn't doing this because she wanted to, but was forced to.

I was finally able to catch what Roy was saying, "You're not like the others, you don’t want to kill innocent people. That Pokémon, it’s the key to all of this." The girl faltered, but kept her gun held up. "Please, let me save them," Roy continued. All of a sudden, the girl swung her gun to the side, aiming at something I couldn't see.

"Stop! This isn't right!" the girl yelled, presumably towards whoever (or whatever) she was pointing the gun at. "These people aren't the problem, Team Rocket is, and I'm through with them and you." She suddenly had a fierce look in her eye, that crazy kind that meant the person had finally snapped. I knew I had to do something or someone was getting hurt.

Gathering my nerves and being as quiet as I could, I slipped out of my tent and pounced the girl, my hand quickly going for her weapon. Unfortunately, the girl was holding on too tightly and her finger pulled the trigger. A deafening blast came out as I landed on the girl, my hand pinned on her gun hand.

"Ow, first a kunai, now a bullet," a male voice said, "This is really not my night, is it?" I looked up. As I had guessed, there were Rockets standing there, two of them. Both had some very non-human formations as well, the guy had some giant hat while the girl had horns. If this girl was truly defecting, we outnumbered them, but if not, we were finished.

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[Weasel Overlord]

Name: Charon Andeor, but cos most people mispronounce it, she'll accept Shadow.
Gender: Female. SHOCKU.
Age: 19
Alliance: Team Rocket's rocket
Physical Looks: Charon is about 5'8”, with short golden-blonde hair which sticks up and out and every which way, as if she's constantly got her finger in a plug socket. Her eyes are green, her nose is small and she has an almost-constant crease between her eyebrows. Her nose and cheeks are smattered with freckles, much to her annoyance, and they only get more pronounced when she's in the sun for any length of time.
Around her neck, Charon wears a black ribbon-and-lace choker tied with an elaborate bow at the back of her neck. From it dangles any number of charms – one bell (blue), one bone (white), one frying pan (silver), two metal feathers (gold with blue veins), one sphere (purple), and one small cage (silver) containing a bird (blue). Because of this necklace, she pretty much jingles with every movement. Her upper-wear is a tight-fitting (to accentuate her rather shapely figure) black silk tank top, embroidered with flowers and hummingbirds down the left side. On the bottom, she wears a flowing silver skirt (one which allows large amounts of movement), asymmetric, with about five layers underneath, none of which is the same as the one above. She silver is a subtle shade, not a tacky bright one, and the underskirts are varying shades of grey and silver. On her feet she wears a pair of black knee-high boots with killer heels about three inches high, making her overall height (with boots) 5'11”.
Personality: Charon is, to put is bluntly, a firebrand. She's completely aggro in every sense of the word, and will never fail to start an argument if she's awake. She has the wits and intelligence to twist most arguments round in her favour, and she uses these tools deftly to manipulate anyone into doing what she wants them to do. This comes with a high dosage of bossiness, so be prepared to have orders issued. She will never back down from a fight, and never flee, no matter what the situation. Despite these “negative” traits, Charon is fiercely loyal to those she counts among her friends (few though these people are), and she's fight to the death to protect them, while at the same time, lashing them mercilessly with her acerbic wit.
Has a habit of shouting, and of letting small annoyances set off a temper flare. She isn't one to easily forgive and forget a slight against her, but over time she might come round.
History: Charon grew up in the sheltered bosom of a highly respected Team Rocket family, and was therefore expected (and forced) to go into the same “trade” as soon as she was old enough. She pretty much grew up with Hob from a young age, and ever since joining Team Rocket together, they've been inseparable, although you wouldn't think it from their heated exchanges.
Pokémon: Growlithe, Houndoom and Poochyena.
Power: Beat Up – She calls upon her team of pooches and they all mob whatever enemy is around with dark energy attacks.
Inherited Houndoom horns – they curl out from her temples, and are silver in colour and wickedly pointed. They sweep back until they almost touch her neck. Not only that, but she got some of the bony structures elsewhere too; most notably, a pair circling both of her wrists. These may look like bracelets, but they don't move, and are as hard as stone if she hits you with them. May also have a few smaller ones up her spine, but no-one's ever seen them, as she stays clothed at all times.
Weapons: Her boots are pretty fierce... No weapons. She fights with fists and kicks and headbutts and whatnot.
Other: Had intensive martial arts training every day as a child. Likes to bite people as a way of showing that she likes them.

Charon Andeor
|| Your Tears Are All the Pay I'll Ever Need ||

Having a shiny gun pressed into her hand wasn't exactly Charon's idea of a great gift, but she supposed that she could see her way to being forgiving. And especially since, as soon as the General's back was turned, they could dispose of the unsavoury articles as quickly and cleanly and discreetly as possible. Filthy, underhanded weapons, guns. Charon didn't see what was wrong with good, clean, hand-to-hand combat – as down and dirty and messy and blood-filled as possible, which okay, might not be that clean after all, but it was certainly an improvement on shooting someone and not even working up a healthy dose of adrenaline. She'd been pretty much weaned on adrenaline, Charon had, and it was suffice to say that she may have an addiction to the glorious stuff.

Some might say that it was this addiction that made her act, completely on auto-pilot, and grab the flying Mew from out of the air. Ever one to seize an opportunity, Charon was.

She tucked herself in and rolled when she hit the ground, protecting Mew with her body on instinct. No sooner than the thought about just how well these new horns would stand up in battle had flashed into her head, and Charon's prize was stolen from her by an insolent whelp who felt like a lump of rock when he barreled into her. She crashed to the ground, landed on her feet and was off, chasing the cheeky git like a hound on the scent.

Tossing the closest pokeball on her belt, Charon growled in swift greeting as the Houndoom sprang out and joined the chase, and then they were off, speeding against the wind, dodging trees like they were born to hunt and run together.

The infuriating boy led them quite the chase through the woods, and when they finally ended up back at the campsite, Hob at her side now, Charon was decidedly more furious than she had been before.

The boy holding Mew was doing... well, something, and now, oh great, one of their own team was pointing a gun at them. Charon growled in her direction as the girl – Annie, Charon thought her name was – defected to the other miserable side. Before Charon could do anything about it, a bullet had gone off with a deafening crack, aimed directly at Hob, who did that weird funky mojo thing and went slightly less opaque as the offending article sped through the night and into a nearby tree.

Charon narrowed her eyes at Annie. “Is defecting the order of the day, or am I just horribly behind?” she snarled, finding herself almost unable to keep the menace from her voice. She was gratified to hear – and feel – her Houndoom, Moony, growling in echo at her side.

Hob poked at his chest ruefully. “I, for one, hope that people aren't going to make a habit of stabbing things into me.”

“Hob, you just phase out. It doesn't make a difference!” Charon turned to him, her teeth bared in a grin. “Although what you're going to do about that hat is beyond me. I suppose it does look vaguely dashing. You look like some sort of wizard.” She sniggered at the thought of Hob in a dress, and then narrowed her eyes back at the defector and her band of intrepid thieves, who were currently looking quite insulted that Hob and Charon were entertaining themselves with conversation instead of engaging in deadly mortal combat.

Well, Charon supposed, there was always time for deadly mortal combat.