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Hello this seems like an interesting RP, so if you don't mind and nobody has reserved the spot, I'll put in this form for Mew's chosen.
Name: Alexander Clemont Reed
Personality: Alex had always been known for two things; causing trouble for others, and digging into people's business. He just couldn't help but wonder what others were up to; what they were thinking. Nosy, troublesome, and strange are all words that come to mind when one is describing Alexander Clemont Reed.
Brief backstory: Born in the Kanto region, Alexander managed to live an adventurous life even in a world devoid of Pokèmon. Around his hometown, he was known for causing trouble and sticking his nose where it didn't belong; meaning much trouble for those close to him. However, to be infamous is to be famous, and everyone knows that if you need dirt on someone, then Alex is your guy.
Name: RubilaxAdalok & Anozid Age: Technically numerous centuries, but has the mind(s?) of one no older than 25. Gender: Male Species: Doublade (Shiny) Appearance:
(Pokémon) Personality: Cocky as they are clever, these twin swords find raising hell to be the best way to get things done. Using the burning in people's hearts, they manipulate others for what they believe to be world domination, but consistently turns out to be the greater good. Frustrated by their seeming ineptitude, they tend to argue among each other, often a punishment enough for their inherent evil. However, those which support their deeds are seen with banners on their backs: true warriors of their cause, and confidently support them ways through.
Brief backstory: Left without memory of their noble use, by a great human against many of their own wretched kin, the blades Adalok & Anozid brooded for a good hundred years on their own, feeling forgotten without knowledge as to why. They always had a habit of bickering, though, and this only worsened with time. They would fight with one another, eventually physically, until this passion drove them to a purpose: a typical quest to test their strength, but their discretion between good and evil was now gone as well. It is only luck that they perform good, but perhaps it can remain that way...
Name: "June Venus Thompson, at your service. But in service of my patron, y'all can call me Jester."
Age: "Twenty two"
Gender: "I'm a gal."
Species: "Just a human last I checked, but now that I think about it somethin's wrong. Seems my reflection resembles that of an eevee."
I look like any other eevee now, maybe I'll pick up an accessory to set myself apart from the rest, Or maybe I'll just set about prankin' folks, I ain't too picky.
Roughly similar to this, different clothing but the hairstyle and color matches at least.
Personality: "I've been called a joker, a lady of infinite jest, and an incorrigible prankster. I like utilizing jokes, usually Knock Knock jokes, but I'll switch it up with puns and self-deprecating humor. The long list is that I'll do literally anything for a laugh. Slapstick, pratfalls, stand up, you name it I'll use it. Some folks find it annoying, but they'll see the humor in time. If you ain't laughin' at me, or laughin' with me then we've got a problem. I take nothing seriously, even life is a joke and thank goodness it's one of the funny ones."
Brief backstory: "I was born in Kalos, raised in Kalos, and educated in Kalos. I've always had some trouble with authority figures, most of them couldn't take a joke. Got caught writing political satire on a wall in Lumiose, shame the cops hadn't found it funny. 'Attended' juvie for a few years when I was about 13, was let out at 15. Started working at cafes as a stand up comedian, which worked out for a while. Just last year, I'd been looking for venues for an improv comedy act I was starting. That never took off, partially due to a lack of venues willing to let an ex-con work and partially because my troop consisted of just myself. Woke up just yesterday lookin' like this and hearing a voice in my head. The boss apparently has one rule, Make 'em laugh. And that, that's somethin' this jester can do."