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"Honestly," Will shook his head looking down at the map he held in his hands, "I have no idea where we are going. I should have thought that Hoenn would use different types of symbols to Kanto, I could barely even read those ones," Knight who was walking alongside Will spoke with his mind, the Kadabra clearly didn't care about Will's problem, "let me look at it then, I should be able to figure it out," "You've never used a map before," Will retorted. "True, but pictures are pictures, and I have a good memory," "Fine, here you go, meanwhile you should probably watch where you are stepping Knight," Will suggested as they continued to walk d

Razor looked through the Prison bars again, as he had done for every night of his life. He was a slave, a prisoner. Born into a corrupt world to do as the so called Science League wished him to, and that was to work until he died and have as many children as possible to continue the labor which in truth would never end. But that's not all he was. His people were sent to the planet Rygar by the Earth government to train an army. An army superior to any that had been fielded before; they would be trained from birth to be soldiers, learn to survive on even the harshest environments imaginable. And become a breed of soldiers with the sole purpo

The S.S. Anne pulled into dock in Slateport city. So far in its annual world cruise the S.S. Anne had not visited anywhere within the Hoen region. As a result many of its passengers lined the sides of the large and majestic ship. Among them stood Will Hasting, a young Pokémon trainer of some renown, although that was usually debatable. Outside of his home region of Kanto he was known only as another tourist. Beside him stood a red dragon without wings, a Charmeleon. The Charmeleon's name was Scorch, he was Will's first ever Pokémon. Ever since he was ten they had travelled together. Scorch was a formidable Pokémon. Easily Wil

Will Hasting was born in Vermilion City, which is also where he grew up. At the age of ten his parents took him to Palet town to get his first Poke'mon, something he had always wanted. They arrived late and only one Poke'ball remained. Will was not worried at all, as it contained a Charmander, the Poke'mon he had longed to have for as long as he could remember. The next year he set out with some friends and his Charmander who had become like a younger brother to him. After a while he left his friends to go out on his own. They had ended up mistreating their Poke'mon and Will couldn't stand it. He had his own Poke'mon for company so he didn'

Raised to fight; raised to kill, to serve and to die. That was all that Captain Aric Varel could say about the men under his command. He was only a young officer in the Imperium of man's army know as the Imperial Guard. In a hostile universe of monsters, aliens, demons and heretics a mere foot soldier was merely expected to hold back the tide of enemies and hope the navy and other aspects of the Imperium's war machine could eliminate the threat. Although, men were not the correct term, Aric's homeworld, Seldren had never prevented women from joining the guard unlike many other worlds. They needed the extra bodies on the line and women could

Vulcan was thrown into a dark room, no light emanated around the space. "Hey it's that guy," came Tornado's voice from within. "They finally brought you in here too then?" Bolt asked. "Yea seems that way," Vulcan struggled to his feet, his hands had been bound and he had been in this strange facility for hours without food, maybe they had meant to exhaust him so he couldn't use his powers properly. "They're thorough, took my helmet and everything," "And that Warrior guy with it," Bolt sounded disappointed. "We thought we could use him to bust on out of here," Tornado finished. "Unlikely," Vulcan grunted as he finally regained his feet o

The cage of metal began to glow from within, and soon the whole heap of metal began to melt away, slowly at first, but within seconds a large portion gave way, resulting in a blast of heated air. "Tornado we need to get down there!" Bolt shouted over the loud crackling of metal and flames, which somehow managed to reach them on top of their tall building. Tornado didn't reply straight away, grabbing Bolt's arm and leaping into the air shouting "Bungee!" They fell freely for a few moments, gaining speed as they went, both of the injured figures laughed as they went, two friends who even in the grim circumstances could easily laugh and carry

"How did you-" Conduct asked, a blank expression on his face. "It's a secret," Warrior grunted lifting one of his open palms towards Conduct. Conduct jumped, throwing the metal shield between him and the hand. As soon as he moved a wall of fire erupted from Warrior's hand which shimmered with heat of its own. The metal immediately became red hot, and within a moment it began to melt away. Conduct moved it again to block the whole street and began sprinting down the street. Attempting to escape the flames and restock his arsenal of weaponry. As he ran the badly injured forms of Bolt and Tornado hindered his movement with bolts of lightning

Vulcan grunted "This isn't going to plan," "Isn't the mighty Vulcan capable of taking down a 'Malus'?" Jeered Conduct from behind his protective wall of steel. "I could if you decided to take a few hits!" Vulcan roared, his fists lighting up. He charged almost head first towards Conduct in an act of desperation and rage, roaring a challenge as he went. Conduct was surprised by this assault but reacted quickly, sending his shield slamming into Vulcan and sending the larger combatant flying. "Why take hits my friend? When you can simply deal them out yourself!" Conduct pressed his advantage, pushing the large piece of metal after the injur

BASIC INFORMATION Full name: Nephius Tor Pronunciation: Nef- ius T-or Nickname(s) or Alias: Tornado Gender: Male Age: 17 Birthday: January 2nd Nationality: Air Lord Relationship Status: Single PHYSICAL APPEARANCE Height: 5'9 Weight: 67Kg Figure/build: Scrawny Hair colour: Dark Brown Hairstyle: Longish, unkept Eye colour: Blue Skin colour: Pale white. Tattoos: Cyclone pattern on his left arm Piercings: none Scars/distinguishing marks: none Preferred style of clothing: Anything plain, mostly practical clothing. HEALTH Smoker? No Drinker? No Drug User? Which? No PERSONALITY Personality: Likes: Messing around, annoy