Pokemon RPB: Bitter VengenaceA crash, a bash, a smash rang from the very isolated rooms of the old bell tower. Two figures, one small in statue but big in stance and another a large four legged beast of wicked flame and deranged eyes continued to trash about the very bell tower taking pieces upon pieces of each other through blunt force and vicious fangs and claws. The figures continued to clash around the tower each giving everything they got in the vicious cycle of survival, both filled with hatred.Pokemon RPB: Bitter Vengenace by JOLLYGr33nGIANT
The large figure that lumbered over the other a crude Arcanine with bloody stained fur, a wicked grin on it's maw and a full tummy from it's last meal. A horrid monster known as 'Annie' a Pokemon that preyed upon the smaller feasting upon them in the most crude manner. A girl with no need for friends, an endless appetite, and a cruel sense of humor.
The other a smaller Pokemon in stance was a Marowak with a damaged mask, a torn scar around it's neck and a 'colored' bone held tight in it's grip stained with the very b
Their Lore: Ghoul 'Jolly' Genny [Wysteria]Their Lore: Ghoul 'Jolly' Genny [Wysteria] by JOLLYGr33nGIANT
A scream. A scream is where my story starts. Upon the vast southern seas of Wysteria on my lovers very own ship, The Golden Bite. I was nothing more then Isia's little lover boy to her ragged crew of bilge rats. Yet Isia saw worth in my street rat life, she took me in, loved me, gave me purpose. Yet even as I sit here and try to get lost in my past life the very scream still haunts me.
That scream was of Isia's very crew. All being slaughter one by one by a pack of pirate hunters lead by the man known as Good Roger. I had rushed to find the slaughter in progress, Isia and I'd baby robbed from her very crib and The Golden Bite slowly burning away. I remember the fear that nibble on my spine as I rushed through the carnage, ducking and weaving attempted blows by the pirate hunters and the cross fire.
I found Isia and our baby girl... dead. Good Roger simply cut up the small innocent child while Isia bled to death at his feet. I met his smug gaze as his loyal workers quickly turned their
Liath Jr. Scarecrow [Kyrie]Name:Liath Jr. Scarecrow [Kyrie] by JOLLYGr33nGIANT
Liath Jr. Scarecrow.
Old Aunts Farm, Route 9, Bullsworth Town.
On Old Aunt's Farm Kyrie is a helper to her families farm and thus aids her older brother Jason in the various grueling tasks and work a farm demands, from aiding the animals, to helping pick apples, Kyrie runs a busy life.
Kyrie is seen as being a goodhearted neutral in the alignments, as she will not seek out trouble unless trouble knocks upon her door first. If troubled Kyrie will see to it that she is able to solve the problem and with best intention help those who require her assistance.
A medium patch of hair that goes down to Kyrie’s chin, it’s dyed pink, has two long bangs, and is very silky to the touch.
Weight/Body Structure/Physical Faults:
Weighing at a light 90lbs Kyrie has a frail slender pale green body with a large sharp toot
Hallwood Tales RPB: The Midnight Hour"That will be ninety nine cents." The cashier requested as he placed the bottle back upon the counter after scanning it.Hallwood Tales RPB: The Midnight Hour by JOLLYGr33nGIANT
You fished for a dollar out of your pocket and placed it on the counter while the cashier leaned to the left to spit out his gum into a trash bin. Your hand quickly exchanged the dollar for the cool beverage you had bought.
"Would you like change back?" The young man asked picking up the dollar and opening the cash register.
"No thanks." You gestured against it and turned to the exit as you twisted the cap off and took a quick drink to beat back the heat of the night. You left the 'Mobil Mart' stepped out onto the road in the black of night.
Yet the moon was full and thus it's bright light gave you enough vision to begin your walk down a road known as 'Chestnut' though most locals called it 'North Chestnut'. This mattered little to you as you continued down towards an intersection.
For the town of New Paltz it seemed too always be 'dead' by midnight a strange hour fo
Deviant ID by Shadall|
Writing to me is a hobby and nothing more! I enjoy writing stories and try my best to keep an original air about my stuff but lets be honest; there are way to many people on this planet so ideas will clash and be similar... it's just how it is!
Besides that I do fancy myself a bit of a RP freak! Doesn't matter what world or what story, I'll RP it...