Post by DJ on Jun 2, 2007 23:02:05 GMT -5
Name: DJ (Derek Justic)
Age: 14
Gender: male
Physical form: 5'6. Sleek, tan body. Semi-muscular, not bulging bicepts. deep, chocolate brown eyes, raised, brown eyebrows, and thick, shaggy, brown, almost black hair. Wears ragged, white T-shirt, dark green cargo pants, a camoflauge belt with an emerald belt buckle, a green headband, and a jet black jacket. Carries a camoflauge backpack with traveling equipment and rations along with 10 pokeballs, 5 potions, and 5 full heals.
Personality: loyal and trustworthy, but knows that breaking the rules is sometimes necessary. loves to make others happy. Loves to meditate and talk to Pokemon, hates items used for tearing down trees, destruction, and anything that involves destruction of nature. Wishes to pursue anyone with any relationship with the excavators that burned down his home. Can't stand people who refuse to move on and keep dwelling in the past. Isn't affraid to throw himself in harm's way or risk his well-being for friends. Can speak English, some Japanese, and with Mime Jr.
History: The Justic family's mansion is in athe middle of a forest far off of any city or town. For over a century, The Justic Family has been a long line of trainers. There are lesser branches of the clan, such as the Den family. It is a tradition that when a member of the Justic family turns 13, they go off into the woods before starting their journey. There they find a pokemon to accompany them. They only are given one Pokeball to capture with; the Pokemon must be willing to join him/her.Back then I was a skinny, pastey faced kid who didn't know up from down. I knew the basics of Pokemon battling and catching, but never experienced it myself. When I turned 13, I started into the woods, like everyone else. But living off of the land was hard. I couldn't find food or make shelter. I survived on sheer luck alone, finding a hole in a tree to sleep in, with a bundle of berries. In fact, everything seemed to go my way, or at least, until that night. That night, I woke up in cold sweat. I stood up, grabbed my stuff, and started walking. I tried to stop, but my body wouldn't respond. I walked into a thick bush about my height, and passed out.
I woke up in an underground cavern. Sunlight was leaking through tiny holes in the cieling. There was a stack of berries and a small pool of water next to me. I laped at the water and ate the berries ravinously. It wasn't until I was full that I noticed that a Mime Jr. was lying unconsious next to me. Forgetting my confusion, I splashed some water on his face. I was beginning to panic. "Don't die..." I pleaded. Suddenly the Mime Jr. jumped up and started spinning around. The little rascal was mimicing me sleeping! Then I started to notice that there were others. Kadabra, Xatu, and all kinds of Psycic pokemon were crowding me, glancing oddly. I felt embarrassed. I got up and said, "Thanks, but this is all to strange. I need to get home." All of the Pokemon shook their heads. I tried to get up, but a jolt went through my ankle. I was hurt. A kadabra touched my forehead.
<You hurt yourself last night. You will need to stay a while to recover.> I considered trying to leave, but decided to stay.
I spent the next two days in a bed of leaves, watching the psycic Pokemon train. I watched them meditate and practice survival. Kadabra and Mime Jr. constantly visited me, Kadabra to help me recover and Mime Jr. for company. If it wasn't for Mime Jr., I would have gone crazy. I thanked the Pokemon, then left to find my first Pokemon. Watching the Psycic Pokemon train helped me survive for the next day. I tride (but failed,) at meditating, and feasted on berries that afternoon. The best part was knowing that I had gathered it myself. But that evening, the excavators came. They all wore blood red coats with the thick, black word 'future' imprinted on them. They told me that there were ancient tombs under the forest. "You can't do that," I said. My family and plenty of Pokemon live here!" But they didn't care. One guy knocked the wind out of me and the passed right over me. The last thing I thought before I passed out was "What's gonna happen?"
I woke up hours later. The forest was on fire. I ran towards my house. It was torn to the ground. Tears streamed down my cheeks.I ran towards the wreckage. I ran through the remains of the mansion, tears streaming down my cheeks. Portraits and possesions that I had known all my life were destroyed. It was as if someone had taken my life and twisted it beyond recognition. The odd thing was, there was not a trace of my family in the mansion. There was nobody lying hurt or dead, not a drop of blood in the house. I wanted to curl into a ball and weep, but then I remembered something. I ran back into the woods. If the Psycic Pokemon were hurt, I would track down those goons to the deepest layer of hell and make them pay. I looked through the small burrow to the Pokemon's home. There was a log blocking me from entering, but I could see through a crack. I saw that the Kadabra was trapped. There was a log on him, crushing his legs. The log was buring, and soon the Kadabra would die from the heat. I knew that the Kadabra couldn't concentrate enough to use a move strong enough to save himself. I also saw the other Pokemon huddled in a corner. There was no exit. Soon they would all die. Then I noticed a tugging at my leg. Mime Jr. was next to me. He was crying. I franticly tried to break through the log, ramming into it, but it didn't budge. I tried to squeeze through a tiny opening in the cave, only to be singed by the intense heat. Kadabra noticed me and waved his hand. Mime Jr. and I started to levitate into the air. I tried to move but couldn't. I remembered Kadabra weakly smiling, then next thing I knew I was out of the forest with Mime Jr. He was still crying. They had watched over me, but I wasn't strong enough to save them. And even in the face of certain doom, Kadabra had expended the last of his energy to save me. I was crying now too, but I knew that I had to make Mime Jr. feel better. I cradled him in my arms. "Don't worry," I sobbed. "You can come with me. I'll call you Rascal." And thus began our journey.
That was a year ago. For one year mime Jr. and I have been traveling through the Konya region. Mime Jr. and I have such a strong bond that I can talk to him. I've heard recently that The goons who burned down my home (I've learned that the name of the group is 'Futureshock',) is linked to the Elite Four, and the only way to find out is to get all eight badges and to beat the Elite Four. And never once have I ever forgotten my oath to the psycic Pokemon.
Party Pokemon:
1. Mime Jr.
Nickname: Rascal
Gender: Male
Attacks: Mimic, Confusion
Nature: Always Mimics DJ. He is funny and good company to anyone. He does get home sick for his old psychic friends.
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PC Pokemon: none
Inventory: $750
Age: 14
Gender: male
Physical form: 5'6. Sleek, tan body. Semi-muscular, not bulging bicepts. deep, chocolate brown eyes, raised, brown eyebrows, and thick, shaggy, brown, almost black hair. Wears ragged, white T-shirt, dark green cargo pants, a camoflauge belt with an emerald belt buckle, a green headband, and a jet black jacket. Carries a camoflauge backpack with traveling equipment and rations along with 10 pokeballs, 5 potions, and 5 full heals.
Personality: loyal and trustworthy, but knows that breaking the rules is sometimes necessary. loves to make others happy. Loves to meditate and talk to Pokemon, hates items used for tearing down trees, destruction, and anything that involves destruction of nature. Wishes to pursue anyone with any relationship with the excavators that burned down his home. Can't stand people who refuse to move on and keep dwelling in the past. Isn't affraid to throw himself in harm's way or risk his well-being for friends. Can speak English, some Japanese, and with Mime Jr.
History: The Justic family's mansion is in athe middle of a forest far off of any city or town. For over a century, The Justic Family has been a long line of trainers. There are lesser branches of the clan, such as the Den family. It is a tradition that when a member of the Justic family turns 13, they go off into the woods before starting their journey. There they find a pokemon to accompany them. They only are given one Pokeball to capture with; the Pokemon must be willing to join him/her.Back then I was a skinny, pastey faced kid who didn't know up from down. I knew the basics of Pokemon battling and catching, but never experienced it myself. When I turned 13, I started into the woods, like everyone else. But living off of the land was hard. I couldn't find food or make shelter. I survived on sheer luck alone, finding a hole in a tree to sleep in, with a bundle of berries. In fact, everything seemed to go my way, or at least, until that night. That night, I woke up in cold sweat. I stood up, grabbed my stuff, and started walking. I tried to stop, but my body wouldn't respond. I walked into a thick bush about my height, and passed out.
I woke up in an underground cavern. Sunlight was leaking through tiny holes in the cieling. There was a stack of berries and a small pool of water next to me. I laped at the water and ate the berries ravinously. It wasn't until I was full that I noticed that a Mime Jr. was lying unconsious next to me. Forgetting my confusion, I splashed some water on his face. I was beginning to panic. "Don't die..." I pleaded. Suddenly the Mime Jr. jumped up and started spinning around. The little rascal was mimicing me sleeping! Then I started to notice that there were others. Kadabra, Xatu, and all kinds of Psycic pokemon were crowding me, glancing oddly. I felt embarrassed. I got up and said, "Thanks, but this is all to strange. I need to get home." All of the Pokemon shook their heads. I tried to get up, but a jolt went through my ankle. I was hurt. A kadabra touched my forehead.
<You hurt yourself last night. You will need to stay a while to recover.> I considered trying to leave, but decided to stay.
I spent the next two days in a bed of leaves, watching the psycic Pokemon train. I watched them meditate and practice survival. Kadabra and Mime Jr. constantly visited me, Kadabra to help me recover and Mime Jr. for company. If it wasn't for Mime Jr., I would have gone crazy. I thanked the Pokemon, then left to find my first Pokemon. Watching the Psycic Pokemon train helped me survive for the next day. I tride (but failed,) at meditating, and feasted on berries that afternoon. The best part was knowing that I had gathered it myself. But that evening, the excavators came. They all wore blood red coats with the thick, black word 'future' imprinted on them. They told me that there were ancient tombs under the forest. "You can't do that," I said. My family and plenty of Pokemon live here!" But they didn't care. One guy knocked the wind out of me and the passed right over me. The last thing I thought before I passed out was "What's gonna happen?"
I woke up hours later. The forest was on fire. I ran towards my house. It was torn to the ground. Tears streamed down my cheeks.I ran towards the wreckage. I ran through the remains of the mansion, tears streaming down my cheeks. Portraits and possesions that I had known all my life were destroyed. It was as if someone had taken my life and twisted it beyond recognition. The odd thing was, there was not a trace of my family in the mansion. There was nobody lying hurt or dead, not a drop of blood in the house. I wanted to curl into a ball and weep, but then I remembered something. I ran back into the woods. If the Psycic Pokemon were hurt, I would track down those goons to the deepest layer of hell and make them pay. I looked through the small burrow to the Pokemon's home. There was a log blocking me from entering, but I could see through a crack. I saw that the Kadabra was trapped. There was a log on him, crushing his legs. The log was buring, and soon the Kadabra would die from the heat. I knew that the Kadabra couldn't concentrate enough to use a move strong enough to save himself. I also saw the other Pokemon huddled in a corner. There was no exit. Soon they would all die. Then I noticed a tugging at my leg. Mime Jr. was next to me. He was crying. I franticly tried to break through the log, ramming into it, but it didn't budge. I tried to squeeze through a tiny opening in the cave, only to be singed by the intense heat. Kadabra noticed me and waved his hand. Mime Jr. and I started to levitate into the air. I tried to move but couldn't. I remembered Kadabra weakly smiling, then next thing I knew I was out of the forest with Mime Jr. He was still crying. They had watched over me, but I wasn't strong enough to save them. And even in the face of certain doom, Kadabra had expended the last of his energy to save me. I was crying now too, but I knew that I had to make Mime Jr. feel better. I cradled him in my arms. "Don't worry," I sobbed. "You can come with me. I'll call you Rascal." And thus began our journey.
That was a year ago. For one year mime Jr. and I have been traveling through the Konya region. Mime Jr. and I have such a strong bond that I can talk to him. I've heard recently that The goons who burned down my home (I've learned that the name of the group is 'Futureshock',) is linked to the Elite Four, and the only way to find out is to get all eight badges and to beat the Elite Four. And never once have I ever forgotten my oath to the psycic Pokemon.
Party Pokemon:
1. Mime Jr.
Nickname: Rascal
Gender: Male
Attacks: Mimic, Confusion
Nature: Always Mimics DJ. He is funny and good company to anyone. He does get home sick for his old psychic friends.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
PC Pokemon: none
Inventory: $750