Pokémon Information Affiliation: Let’s be real, Henry will be a Rocket. Starter: Shuppet (Rocket) and Murkrow (standard). (HERE'S THE PART THAT WAS EDITED, MODS. Also, his Murkrow will be his one regained starter, Cawdia.) Password: Cherries Jubilee
Samples First Person Sample: [ video ]
Oh, hey! It did a thing!
[Two faces pop up on the screen. One is a human boy of unclear age, though he can’t be much older than eighteen; the other is a rather exasperated-looking Vulpix. The latter reaches a paw out, puts it on the screen, and begins chittering to the human… who actually seems to understand.]
When the red light is on, it’s recording… okay, got it.
[The Vulpix squeaks again.]
“Say something”? Alright… [The boy, previously lying on his stomach, goes into a sitting position and picks up the Pokégear. One can see that he appears to be wearing peculiar purple-and-tan robes with really creepy eye designs on the collar.] Well, people in there, my name’s Henry and I’m from the country of Plegia! My interests include dark magic, nature walks, explosions, murders, explosions with murders— what?
[Henry looks down. The Vulpix can be heard screeching angrily, probably telling him to stop before he gets himself turned in to the police on day one. There is a short scuffle for control of the PokéGear; flashes of amber fur and claws can be seen, and eventually the feed cuts out.]
Third Person Sample: The Epic Saga of Henry’s Johto Conquest began in a rather unimpressive fashion: he came to on an extremely uncomfortable bed (intriguing since he had fallen asleep while rolled up in a blanket on the ground), in a room too dark and too metal to be the tent where he’d rested his head for the night. Blinking blearily, the white-haired boy lay there for a while, waiting for something to come back to him; there would be a memory springing into his head any second now of why he was here.
And yet, no matter how long he waited, no memory came.
Welp — nothing to be done about it but investigate himself. Henry pushed himself into a sitting position on the cot; a normal person would be groaning in pain from the strain of it, but all Henry noticed was that they were shakier than usual — and that was a real accomplishment. Finally, he was able to let his spine more or less support him, and his arms flopped back into their useless positions on the bed. In the meantime, however, Henry took the opportunity to look around. It seemed like the entire room was made of some kind of metal, which surprised him; how in the world would someone be able to construct a building like this?
Fortunately, however, something in the room made sense, a wooden table. The items on top of it… not so much. Henry reached out to grab them. One was a box of some kind that seemed to have a hinge on it — it felt smooth like metal, but the colour was red, as if it had been dipped in blood. …Was it blood? Experimentally, Henry licked it, but after he came to no conclusion other than it tasted horrible, he tossed it unceremoniously aside. The second item was a bit more interesting; it was also made of metal, but it was a red-and-white sphere. There was a circle in the center that stuck out, almost like a button, so naturally Henry had to push it.
Immediately, blinding light filled his vision, and Henry had the distinct impression that he had messed something up. Oh gods, was that thing cursed? Frantically, he tried to scramble around for some magical power to dispel whatever was coming at him, but found none. The reservoir was empty. As if this wasn’t worrying enough, he felt a new weight on his chest, and discovered a small animal had somehow appeared on his lap. Even though the exact species was unfamiliar, it was warm and fuzzy and looked more or less like a fox, so he was immediately relieved to have it.
“Hi,” he said to the creature gently, reaching out to stroke its forehead — but the fox swatted his hand away.
“What do you think you’re doing?” it cried.
The mage paused, but then broke into a smile. “Well, I thought I was saying hello! You don’t like the head, huh?”
The fox’s jaw fell slightly open, and it stared at him in shock for a moment before finding the words to speak. “Wait — you know what I’m saying?”
“Sure I do! Always have.” He was used to this; most animals found it hard to believe that a human could communicate with them, so it was a song and dance he’d gone through many times before.
Quietly, the fox sat down on his lap and considered this. “…I saw you staring at the Pokédex earlier. Do you know what it is?”
“Oh — you mean the metal thing! Nope, not at all.”
The fox got to its feet and jumped over Henry’s legs to the Pokédex in question. “Well then, boy,” it said. “It seems you have a lot to learn.”
Re: Henry | Fire Emblem: Awakening | Unreserved, reapp
Affiliation: Let’s be real, Henry will be a Rocket.
Starter: Shuppet (Rocket) and Murkrow (standard). (HERE'S THE PART THAT WAS EDITED, MODS. Also, his Murkrow will be his one regained starter, Cawdia.)
Password: Cherries Jubilee
Samples
First Person Sample: [ video ]
Oh, hey! It did a thing!
[Two faces pop up on the screen. One is a human boy of unclear age, though he can’t be much older than eighteen; the other is a rather exasperated-looking Vulpix. The latter reaches a paw out, puts it on the screen, and begins chittering to the human… who actually seems to understand.]
When the red light is on, it’s recording… okay, got it.
[The Vulpix squeaks again.]
“Say something”? Alright… [The boy, previously lying on his stomach, goes into a sitting position and picks up the Pokégear. One can see that he appears to be wearing peculiar purple-and-tan robes with really creepy eye designs on the collar.] Well, people in there, my name’s Henry and I’m from the country of Plegia! My interests include dark magic, nature walks, explosions, murders, explosions with murders— what?
[Henry looks down. The Vulpix can be heard screeching angrily, probably telling him to stop before he gets himself turned in to the police on day one. There is a short scuffle for control of the PokéGear; flashes of amber fur and claws can be seen, and eventually the feed cuts out.]
Third Person Sample: The Epic Saga of Henry’s Johto Conquest began in a rather unimpressive fashion: he came to on an extremely uncomfortable bed (intriguing since he had fallen asleep while rolled up in a blanket on the ground), in a room too dark and too metal to be the tent where he’d rested his head for the night. Blinking blearily, the white-haired boy lay there for a while, waiting for something to come back to him; there would be a memory springing into his head any second now of why he was here.
And yet, no matter how long he waited, no memory came.
Welp — nothing to be done about it but investigate himself. Henry pushed himself into a sitting position on the cot; a normal person would be groaning in pain from the strain of it, but all Henry noticed was that they were shakier than usual — and that was a real accomplishment. Finally, he was able to let his spine more or less support him, and his arms flopped back into their useless positions on the bed. In the meantime, however, Henry took the opportunity to look around. It seemed like the entire room was made of some kind of metal, which surprised him; how in the world would someone be able to construct a building like this?
Fortunately, however, something in the room made sense, a wooden table. The items on top of it… not so much. Henry reached out to grab them. One was a box of some kind that seemed to have a hinge on it — it felt smooth like metal, but the colour was red, as if it had been dipped in blood. …Was it blood? Experimentally, Henry licked it, but after he came to no conclusion other than it tasted horrible, he tossed it unceremoniously aside. The second item was a bit more interesting; it was also made of metal, but it was a red-and-white sphere. There was a circle in the center that stuck out, almost like a button, so naturally Henry had to push it.
Immediately, blinding light filled his vision, and Henry had the distinct impression that he had messed something up. Oh gods, was that thing cursed? Frantically, he tried to scramble around for some magical power to dispel whatever was coming at him, but found none. The reservoir was empty. As if this wasn’t worrying enough, he felt a new weight on his chest, and discovered a small animal had somehow appeared on his lap. Even though the exact species was unfamiliar, it was warm and fuzzy and looked more or less like a fox, so he was immediately relieved to have it.
“Hi,” he said to the creature gently, reaching out to stroke its forehead — but the fox swatted his hand away.
“What do you think you’re doing?” it cried.
The mage paused, but then broke into a smile. “Well, I thought I was saying hello! You don’t like the head, huh?”
The fox’s jaw fell slightly open, and it stared at him in shock for a moment before finding the words to speak. “Wait — you know what I’m saying?”
“Sure I do! Always have.” He was used to this; most animals found it hard to believe that a human could communicate with them, so it was a song and dance he’d gone through many times before.
Quietly, the fox sat down on his lap and considered this. “…I saw you staring at the Pokédex earlier. Do you know what it is?”
“Oh — you mean the metal thing! Nope, not at all.”
The fox got to its feet and jumped over Henry’s legs to the Pokédex in question. “Well then, boy,” it said. “It seems you have a lot to learn.”