Doomsday Anybody?

Inevitably, it appears the nations of man were incapable of retaining peace for long, and the ensuing wars crumbled whatever hope humanity had left for survival. Now only pokemon remain in this battle scarred wasteland. The greed filled beings demise shoudl've brough joy among the pokemon, but it's not all fun as they realize the ones ruling now aren't nearly as favorable... Beware of King Vice the Darkrai and prepare for the worst...

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My character
Name: Samuel
Age:15
Personality: Hot tempered and cross. He doesn't like lous noises and will snap at little things.
History: Born in Kanto, there seemed to be nothing wrong in his life, until they suffered the 10-year war, leaving his family dead and an 11 year old kid wondering what to do. He is a scavenger, and a bit of a thief. Samuel has always harbored a grudge against dark-types.
Pokemon: Hitmonlee
Other: He likes to run instead of walk, and always has food with him.

Name: Crayon
Age: 16
Personality: Crayon is not very smart and he lives in his own fantasy world. He has a high pitched voice, and uses it well, when speaking he always has something to say about the current situation. When hurt, he becomes enraged, however, and spins in a rapid fashion. This usually ends when he has begun spinning so fast he has buried himself neck deep underground, at which point, he begins crying for someone to let him out.
History: Crayon was "made" in the day-care, like most eggs. However, his trainer, upon hatching as a Wynaut, released him. Cold and alone, Crayon found his way to a loving trainer. She was a pretty, blonde girl. She thought Crayon was the cutest little thing. She had no part in the war that destroyed humanity...But she died just like the rest of them. Leaving Crayon alone once more.
Pokemon: Wynaut
Other: His earflaps/arm things are longer than most Wynaut's and drag along the ground as a result.

Accepted Captaiin!

Name: Erinsay
Age: 21
Personality: She enjoys being around her friends, but she's somewhat full of herself and sure of herself, and can be cold sometimes. She's also a tomboy. With her being a hot-head, it's easy for her to make her friends mad.
History: Her mother died shortly after she was born, so she was raised by her father and taught her martial arts and how to defend herself. Since she always hung around males, she became a tomboy and was notorious for her fiery spirit and unyielding determination. When she saw a foe, she did whatever was neccesary to defeat them. She hated humans, thinking them to be ugly things that didn't deserve to live, and only hours after fighting a trainer, the humans died off. She was happy about this, though she realized that many Pokemon missed their trainers. She made it her duty to change those Pokemon's views.
Pokemon: Red Lucario
Other: Has a golden ear piercing on her left ear in the shape of a claw, as well as a necklace with a real claw dangling off of it.

Accepted Thire.... I think we can begin as soon as I alert Captain...

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Samuel walked along the barren desert that was once a town. It sickened him how the humans destroyed not only there own world, but his too. Those humans made him want to vomit.

"At least you're all dead." he said angrily.

With a stomp, he began to run off ro find some food, or at least some water. He was far too tired to be running, but if he didn't want to get mugged by the thugs out there, he'd have to move fast...

Erinsay folded her arms, surveying the destoryed village with a smirk on her face. "You all deserved this anyways," she said to herself, laughing slightly. "Best of the world, I think."
She kneeled down, looking at the soil with a frown. "Though not for the land."

Samuel crashed his way into an abandoned building, searching for food. Some bones lay strewn about in a corner, but he ignored them in his mad search for food. He found some wine, it wasn't water, but he took it anyways.

He drank the wine to sate his thirst. Grabbing a bag off some rubble, he searched though it for food, and found a twinkie.

"Good thing these never go stale." he said.

Crayon sat atop a crumbling building. It was roughly 20 feet above the ground, and hardly stable. Crayon looked down, and saw a sand covered road, and broken sidewalk. "Wynaut?" He asked at no one. He leaned forward slightly and plummeted to the ground; landing on his head. "Ouch." Crayon stood up, rubbed his head with his earflaps, and walked right down the middle of the road. He reasoned with everyone gone, nobody would run over a cute little Wynaut such as himself.

Samuel sighed, "If only there was more to eat."

He grumbled, and jumped through the roof of the torn up building, landing in the road just three feet from it.
"I hate roads." he said cynically.

Crayon continued down the road, and pondered..."Can I...walk...on my earflaps?" So he tried, and as it tuns out, he could! And it was so much faster than walking normally, and he could get to higher places, and he could places faster an-POW! Crayon walked into a pole. "Ouch." Crayon was flat on his back staring up at the orange and hazel sky. "So pretty..." Crayon just lay there, on the side of the road, staring at the sky, moving his earflaps back and forth in front of his vision, hoping to refresh the view with each sway.

Samuel was getting too tired, and the alcohol wasn't making it any better, so he collapsed on the road, feeling disorriented.
He ate his twinkie and passed out on the road, thinking about all the crap he'd been through.

Erinsay had been walking down the road, arms behind her head as she looked at the sky. The red Lucario was bored, to say the least, and she seriously needed something to take her mind off of her boredom.
She looked down, only to spot an unconscious Hitmonlee on the road. Frowning, she walked up to him, tapping his head with his foot. "Yo, sleeping beauty, the road isn't a bed."

He snapped awake, and nearly sprang up and punched the person who dared wake him, but he stopped himself. With dignity, he stood up unsteadily, and wiped his face of dust and dirt from the road, and he looked at the odd Red Lucario.

"I am Samuel." he said shortly.

"Oh boy, if you had punched me you would've regretted it," Erinsay said, snorting. She looked Samuel over before folding her arms, scoffing. "What an undiginified Hitmonlee. Passing out on the road!" She exclaimed, before chuckling. "All joking aside, the name's Erinsay. You can call me Erin if you want."

He scoffed, and he blew off her comment, "I need not your ridicule."

With a huff, he brushed himself off some more, before sitting back down in the road.
"I require sleep, and I'd prefer it out here than in some dead guy's house." he said.

"Ridicule is what I do."
Erinsay watched Samuel as he sat back down on the road before rolling her eyes. "Well, sleeping on actual dirt is better than sleeping on the road, now isn't it?"

(.............umm...........Is it too late to join this? <_>)

(Join if ya want CJ)

(Thanks, Big Cheese!!!)

Name: Jace
Age: 17
Personality: Jace is a very social Pokemon. He likes to play around, but times like these has forced him to be serious. He will always protect his friends no matter the cost.
History: Jace was born to a familily of a Hitmonchan (father) and a Hitmontop (mother). He ran away from home because he refused to evoilve into a Hitmon. He loves his Tyroque form. He learned how to fight from a wandering Mienfoo and became a surperior swordmaster.
Pokemon: Tyrogue
Other: He carries a samurai sword that he keeps sheathed on his back.

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Jacen was walking down a barren strip of road. He was tired and covered in bruises that he recieved from fighting all sorts of Pokemon, even a Jigglypuff. He was extremely tired. On the horizon, he saw what had once been a town, but has become nothing but a barren ghost town.

"Better than nothing," said the Tyrogue, going up to the town. He unsheathed the sword just in case there were more trouble up there.

Samuel began to really resent how hot it was outside. He looked up at the equally barren sky, and a large yellow sun glared at him with a fiery eye. With a groan, he looked away.

"It is far too hot." he complained, "I must find suitable shelter."