PBA Quesions Per Day~

1) What will you character look like? [Feel free to use pictures, the more the merrier, they always say~]

2) Explain you character's personality.

3) What type of Pokemon will be on your character's team? [It can be broad, like: All Fire types, or a mix of a bunch of types.] [Or you can narrow it down and say which Pokemon you will be using.]

4) Now give me an RP Sample of your trainer! [You can include any of your Pokemon~]

1)
Well. Let's see...

spoilerception :

[for this question, go ahead and post as many as you want]

2)Becca is known to be polite, generous, and gentle. She always seems to know what emotions other people are feeling and always reacts accordingly. She excels at swimming and track, and is always up for joining any sport. Contradicting her athletic prowess, Becca lacks art abilities to a near zero amount. One of her quirks is that when she isn't paying attention to what she is saying, she adds, 'Ya know' To the end of her sentences.

3)

*clears throat*:

4)

Yey. ouo

The Townes household was in a state of complete organized chaos. Inside the youngest's room, clothing was dangling off the hangers in the young girl's closet. The drawers in the large dresser were near empty. A large suit case was placed on top of the bed of the young girl.

"Becca! We have ten minutes before we have to get to the harbor!" Came a woman's voice from the living room.

Becca, who her mother was referring to, was hurriedly sorting through her clothing on her bedroom floor. Her obvious lack of artistic skills getting to her. She didn't want to pack the clothing that looked bad. However, she could never tell. At this moment, she wished her friend Rika, was here to help her pick out the good and bad ones. However, no such luck. Her friend was probably already on her way to the dock.

Checking the clock as her mother called out to tell her the time left, she hurriedly snatched most of the clothing and shoved it in the suitcase. Silently praying that there would be shops where, she could buy more clothing, Becca zipped the bag shut. She then heaved a long sigh.

Next on the list: Making sure that her Poke'bag was all packed.

Before she could charge her way over to that side of her room, a cry of her first Pokemon halted her in her tracks. Becca turned to where she heard the sound.

Her Espeon, Nuric, was already sitting below the foot of the bed. The sling of the bag in his mouth. A gentle smile broke across the red head's face. Becca crouched next to Nuric and stroked his head.

"Thanks for checking it little guy!"

Nuric gave an enthusiastic cheer, "Espe!" And leaped onto her shoulder, where he carefully balance himself. Continuing her smile, Becca slung the bag over her other shoulder, and hauled the suitcase off of the bed. It hitting the ground with a loud thump. Becca pulled the suit case out of the room, before turning to turn off the light.

She gazed around the room she grew up in. It only seemed like yesterday, when she had gotten her first Pokemon egg, with her best friend, who she liked to call Rika. It had hatched to become an Eevee then to a Espeon later that year. The trainer in haled a large amount of air. Taking in the warm, comforting scent of her home. Then, with a flick of her wrist, shutting off the lights, and closing the door.

This was the first step to enter a whole new life.

Shiloh
Pyrrha
Lightning
Atlas

Dakota might be described as supercilious, disdainful, sharp-tongued, and aloof. While her rigid formality might seem polite and lady-like at first, sooner or later her dismissive and withdrawn nature will inevitably show through. She's a passionate and tough battler and not above using devious tactics to win.

She can often be found by herself in the more wild places of the Island, daydreaming and staring off into space.

The send-off ceremony wasn't much, and Dakota half-suspected that the six or seven townsfolk in attendance were watching more out of curiosity than anything. She didn't give them any of her attention, nor the domestic workers who'd most likely been ordered to watch.

She felt their stares burning into her back, but she ignored them as she gazed off into the mist that had settled over the sea that dreary morning. There was something calming about it when it should have been frightening. The gentle slosh of the waves was soothing, and for a moment she forgot all about the Academy as she stared off into the dense fog.

"M-madam!" a familiar strained voice called from behind her. Dakota turned her head in annoyance to see Howard Richards, the aging head housecleaner, struggling to hold up a cage containing her Honchkrow. Her mouth twitched in amusement to see none of the other household staff running up to help the old man.

"Are you having difficulty, Richards?" she called back in a half-mocking tone, placing a hand on her hip. The Honchkrow in the cage looked as pompous as ever, chest puffed out, mindlessly preening its feathers. The old heavy thing had a propensity to laze around and let others do work for it. "I'd have thought you would have brought him to me in a Pokéball. You wouldn't want to put your back out, now."

The old man only mindlessly nodded to her taunts as he set the cave down with a sigh, panting lightly with sweat pouring down his forehead. In the background, she could see her home, imposing and huge compared to the modest houses and shops. It had been noted that the staff of the Walker household outnumbered the native islanders. She could be considered a native islander as well, but it was hard to identify with any of the others; they were all older, either well over the hill or approaching the summit. As John Walker's only daughter, she suspected that they probably would have kept their distance regardless.

"Well..." Richards breathed as he stood up straight, clearly glad to have been rid of the bird. He was balding, and the hair he had left was grayed. "He wouldn't listen to my commands, and refused to go into the ball, madam. I was never a great trainer in my youth, so I suppose it is no great surprise..."

Dakota stopped listening to his rambling halfway through and absently examined her nails as the man talked. He often talked at length, yet the girl couldn't decide if she minded or not. While a slight annoyance, none of the other workers spoke more than they had to. "Why didn't you get another worker to assist you?" she asked disinterestedly, letting her hand fall limply to her side.

"I'm afraid they don't listen to my commands either, madam." he quipped with a resigned smile. Dakota snorted in laughter and gave half of a grin at that. Richards responded with nervous laughter before he spoke again. "Well, madam, if you are no longer in need of my assistance, I shall take my leave -- "

"No, you shan't." Dakota cut in, but spoke more softly when she opened her mouth again. "Tell me, will my father be coming to see me off?" She couldn't help but let a small sliver of hope enter her voice as she asked, even though she already knew the answer.

Richards didn't answer right away, looking to the ground as he searched for the right words. "Mr. Walker is terribly busy, so I am afraid --"

Dakota didn't need to hear the rest, waving her hand in dismissal. Her mood was growing more sour by the moment, and none of the soft words Richards had could quell her building irritation. The simple answer was no, and she cursed herself for even bothering to ask. "Then do one last thing and tell the captain that we are leaving for Dacaer immediately."

"Err, madam..."

"Have some housekeepers grab my bags, and if they refuse your orders again send them to me. Perhaps I will train them better." Dakota curled her fingers into her palm again, examining her nails, before looking back up at the housecleaner. "Do you got that, Richards?"

Howard looked as if he was about to protest before he thought better of it, bowing his head. "As you wish, madam." he said quietly, turning around back to the mansion. Handling his disobedient employees would be the easy part. She knew that the captain would be a different story.

Soon enough, two bags and an angry seaman were brought to her. The Honchkrow had been contained to its ball now, the ball she now rolled mindlessly in her palm in its smaller portable form.

"We are leaving when the mist clears, little missy." the captain growled. He was a rough looking man, at least six feet tall and all muscle. He would have looked more fitting sailing with Team Aqua renegades in Hoenn than escorting girls to school on a ferry. "The autumn waters can be rough and Academy Island is a long distance away. You'll get us capsized if we get lost."

"You will get us capsized if you get us lost, captain." Dakota snapped back, not flinching from the man's tough demeanor as she glared up at him. "Unless you wish me to take over your ship. I've surfed plenty with Milotic, perhaps I could do your job better." She ignored the venomous looks she was being given as she continued. "We will leave when I want to leave, and I want to leave now." The sooner she was away from her father and Six Island, the better.

"Look here, little missy --"

The girl put her hand in his face, silencing him. He looked as if he was ready to explode. "You best tread lightly, sir, or else you may find yourself facing an early retirement. Men with useless arms can hardly be expected to command a vessel such as yours." She kept her cold glare steady as she slowly lowered her hand. "We will leave now. Now be a dear and carry my bags, for we set sail."

The captain's expression was borderline insolent, but he gave a defeated grunt and nodded his head. "Aye."

Dakota walked along the pier towards the docked ferry, not looking back at the only home she'd ever known, only forward to the boat. A cold blast of wind tugged at her hair and skirt, but she ignored it as she stepped on. It swayed underneath her feet, unsteady and rocking.

"Oh, and captain?" Dakota called over her shoulder. "Call me 'little missy' again, and you may have to wear an eye patch for the rest of your days."

"Aye, madam. Apologies, madam."

(However, she has brown eyes but I was to lazy to look for a picture showing that)

A mighty roar, followed by the cracking of thunder as a yellow bolt flashed across the clearing. The target of the thunder just let out a laugh as it stuck him, and disappeared without a trace. The Swampert gave a sly smile at the soaking wet Luxray, who glared daggers at him before she turned and stalked away.

Aria looked up from her book and at her two Pokémon, letting out a sigh. “Tory, must you really pick on Taima like that? One day she is going to learn a real move that will hurt you.” At the voice of his master, the swampert glanced at Aria before smiling and shrugging. He let out a small laugh as he fell backwards onto the grass, enjoying the sunlight that warmed his belly.

Aria placed her book onto the ground next to her, glancing around the clearing. Her Pokémon were relaxing in their own ways. Sitting in the tree above Aria was her Zoroark, Lamya, and by the faint sound of snoring, Aria guessed that she had fallen asleep. Bahamut, her Deino, was also relaxing next to Aria, but had raised his head at the soft sound of the grass moving when she had placed her book down. Blossom the Vileplume was dancing away in the sunlight, while Taima was attempting to dry herself from the unexpected Hydro Cannon that Troy had used on her. Troy was of course relaxing in the sunlight, and final her last Pokémon, Uri her Litwick, was just sleeping infront of Aria’s feet.

Aria slowly pulled out a piece of paper from the pocket of her coat, unfolding it and just staring at it. On the top of the paper, in bold letters was: “Come to the Pokémon Battle Academy!” A large picture of a building was pasted under it, and then even lower was info about the Battle Academy and the price of it. She had been given this letter by her parents, saying how they thought that the Academy would be helpful to her. It did sound like a good idea…But…She had no idea if her Pokémon would be able to survive each other. After all, Taima could barely stand Troy.

As she wondered, she faintly came aware of the soft sound of gnawing, and looked over where she had placed her book in surprise. Bahamut had found the book, so he did what any Deino would do; he started to try to eat it. She suddenly dropped the letter in surprise, and grabbing the book and yanking it from Bahamut’s grasp. “What did I say, Bahamut! No chewing on things!” she said in a hushed tone, brushing off the drool from her book. She sighed, shaking her head as she pulled her backpack over to her and pulled out an apple, placing it right in front of Bahamut. “There you go, Bahamut…Just…No eating my stuff, alright?”


The Deino let out a happy gasp at he gently lowered his head and bumped his nose on the apple, before he chomped down on it and started to chew happily.  As he ate, Aria picked back up the piece of paper that told all about the Pokemon Battle Academy. Alright…Perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad of an idea.

Lev is a very laid-back, care-free girl that enjoys writing, sketching and nature-watching as much as battling.

Turt
Low
Pigi
Hoo
Stal
Duc

"Tor..terr..aaa..." the giant turtle pokemon yawned, lowering himself to rest on the ground in the midday sun.  "Turt! you're scaring the chatots!" said the girl on the torterra's back.  Leaning against one of his spikes, she had been sketching a pair of pokemon that had settled in his tree along with her swellow.  They were now flying away, startled at the movement of the pokemon.  "Swel-swel-swellow!" the tame bird pokemon tried to call the wild ones back, but they seemed uninterested in returning.  "It's alright Low, we need to get back anyway," the girl said to her disappointed swellow.  As if on cue, a voice called "Lev! Lev, where are you sweetie? It's almost time to go!"  Lev hopped down from Turt's back, "Coming Mom!" and glanced around for the rest of her birds.They all fluttered down from the trees and waited as their trainer pulled out their poke'balls "Alright everyone, time for a trip," she said before returning them. Only Turt was left.  "Come on big guy, don't look so sad.  Maybe you can sunbathe on the boat" she said, watching her torterra's unhappy expression change into a somewhat okay look.  "There you go! Now lets have a fun time at the academy," she said, sealing up her pokemon.

Casual 1 (w/o angelic stuff)



Casual 2



Swimsuit (one on the right)



Kanto Gange

WIP

Something referenced from this.

Kanna always has a mature nature, having a way of thinking situations in with a certain bitterness with the fact that she shows little interest, making her seem a bit "tsundere." However, she proves to be a sweet girl, but can have mood swings that make her aggressive and undecided about who she wants to involve in a battle. In combat, she has an intelligent mind and has a knack for forming tactics and solutions to clashes.

Sylveon
Velia – Level 48 – Female – Shiny – Leftovers
Moonburst – Fairy Wind – Draining Kiss – Misty Terrain

Lucario
Ceylon – Inner Focus – Level 46 – Male – Normal – Life Orb
Swords Dance – Close Combat – Extreme Speed – Bullet Punch

Togekiss
Aryuna – Serene Grace – Level 44 – Female – Normal – Leftovers
Thunder Wave – Air Slash – Nasty Plot – Roost

Ampharos
Neku – Static – Level 41 – Male – Normal – Light Clay
Volt Switch – Focus Blast – Hidden Power Ice – Thunderbolt

Meowstic
Lillum – Keen Eye – Level 36 – Female – Normal – Twisted Spoon
Extrasensory – Will add the rest when known

Lapras
Dasani – Hydration – Level 37 – Male – Normal – Damp Rock
Perish Song – Whirlpool – Rain Dance – Rest

"Kanna, get down here this instant!" a voice called from downstairs - it was her father. Ever since he married a new woman and she's gained a half-brother - along with her already other sister - the girl's attitude hasn't been quite pleasant.

With a box of her Pocky, one in her mouth, the blue-haired girl ignored him, not caring about how stern the tone was. Looking back at her Pokedex and phone, she was getting ready to call Reto, or the girl others call Becca. Glaring back at her door, Kanna looked around and went right on her bed, off her desk, which was full of notes with Pokemon tactics. Letting out a sigh, a small grunt from the corner of her room caught her attention.

"Ceylon... I don't understand what're you doing for me, but you should at least show that you care about the others," Kanna said, looking to the Lucario who was swinging around a katana. Ceylon was always so cold and heartless, only having the intention of protecting Kanna. She wasn't sure why, but it always bothered her. The only hints he ever gave was that he had something to do with her mother.

"Hmph, as if I should care. Your mother assigned me to protect you and that's all I need to do," the Lucario replied, a glow of aura surrounding him. Obviously, he was a bit angry about something, but what was something Kanna couldn't get. He's her only Pokemon that has the ability to talk with humans and communicate with them properly. Shaking her head, the girl let out another small sigh.

She was then distracted when her other Pokemon - except Dasani the Lapras who was too big for her room - had come by her. Great, they were asking for some of the Pocky. Aryuna, a Togekiss, was the motherly one of the group, always taking care of them when Kanna was too busy. Velia, Kanna's first Pokemon, was well... often intimidated by Ceylon, but always seems to be brave enough to tell him he's wrong. She's a pretty big clutz either way. Neku, well, he's the comic relief Ampharos. Don't get started on his big story though, it's pretty depressing. Well... Lillum the Meowstic...? She's the usual of her species.

The phone ringing, Kanna turned to see something. Who was calling her...?

;; Sorry if this seems super lazy...

"Kerra, where are you? This isn't funny!" Daniel yelled as he glared around his room, holding a pokeball in his hand. His room was pretty much empty, other than for the chatot that was sitting on the head desk of his bed.

"This isn't funny!" the chatot replied with a flap of his wings, also glaring around the room. Daniel paused to glare at Habiki, who just let out a laugh. "Funny!"

"Quite, Habiki. This isn't helping at all." Daniel muttered as he glared around his room again for his misdreavus, before sighing and falling backwards onto his bed. He glanced a Habiki who fluttered his way over to his trainer, giving him an confused look.

"Isn't helping?" the chatot replied in a hurt tone, before narrowing his eyes and flapping his way back onto the headboard. His wings fluttered as he glared around the room, before he started to hop from place to place, looking wherever he could for Kerra the misdreavus.

His trainer just watched in surprise as Habiki looked for the ghost Pokemon, clearing taken by the fact that the chatot really wanted to help. Finally, Habiki came to the stop on the doorknob that led the room, taking a new glance around the room. "Kerra, where are you?" he muttered, flapping his wings.

Daniel was a bit surprised, never had Habiki really tried to help him hunt down Kerra, mostly because Habiki would be to busy having fun repeating what he said. It was a bit odd that his chatot was slowly learning how to speak English, but he had a hard time with it and would normally forget how to say things so he could only repeat was had been said in the last hour, but he was learning...

"Misdreavus!" Habiki suddenly cried; sounding almost like a real misdreavus. He flapped his wings and took into the air, looking for any sign of Kerra appearing. Finally, the young misdreavus poked her head out of a wall, clearly wondering what that sound had been. Daniel quickly sat up with a large smile as he grabbed his pokeball and hit the button as Keera was suddenly returned.

"Haha! Thank you, Habiki! Looks like you are getting a cracker later."

"Cracker later! Cracker later!" the chatot echoed with a smile, his wings flapping happily at the idea of him getting a cracker. Daniel looked at the pokeball with a soft smile, before almost jumping in suprise when he felt something poke him in the side. He turned his gaze to the vaporeon that had appeared on his bed, having climbed from the floor. A tired look was in Matthew's eyes, showing that he had just woken up. He gave Daniel an confused look, clearing asking what all of the noise was about.

"Where have you been, Matthew? I could of used your help you know," Daniel scolded his starter pokemon, but gently rubbed his head. "Don't worry. I just had to catch Kerra because she thought it would be fun to hide. Kinda need to bring her to the Pokemon Battle Academy, you know?" Matthew's ears perked up at the sound of the 'Pokemon Battle Academy.' "Hehe, excited, eh? Don't worry, we are leaving for it tomorrow morning!"

Kyubey - Synchronize/Cute Charm - Level 44 - Fairy - Female

Crush Grip - Fairy Wind - Moon Blast - Cut

Incendia - Flame Body - Level 43 - Fire/Flying - Female

Fusion Flare - Fly - Fire Pledge - Blue Flare 

Hateeho - Blaze - Level 47 - Fire - Male

Blue Flare - Fire Punch - Flamethrower - Hyper  Beam

Akreor - Flame Body / Shadow Tag / Flash Fire - Level 43 - Fire/Ghost - Female

Incinerate - Will-o-Wisp - Flame Burst - Toxic

Thales - Flash Fire / Drought - Level 44 - Fire - Male - Shiny

Fire Blast - Payback - Flamethrower - Iron Tail

The black-haired girl gripped her pokeball tightly behind her back, eyes narrowed and an eyebrow raised at the boy currently verbally assaulting her in front of her.

"You gonna run, you wimp?! Stand and fight, you coward! I doubt you could even fight, you stupid little girl!" he yelled. She rolled her eyes, throwing the pokeball without a word.

An enormous bird-like Pokemon exploded from the pokeball. It was a Talonflame, named Incendia. The boy, with a rather scared glance, took it as an invitation to fight and drew out his own pokeball. It revealed itself to be a Chespin.

"A grass type against a fire type?" Cyth muttered. "Who's the stupid one here," she whispered under her breath, before screeching an "Incendia, use Fusion Flare!" The Talonflame brought down an enormous wave of fire, bathing the Chespin in flames. It screamed and the boy made a few startled noises, before pulling the defeaten Chespin into his arms and scurrying away. "Typical," she muttered, rather annoyed by the encounter.

Cyth made a startled noise, flipping herself over and pushing herself to her feet. "Sorry, I wasn't-" She cut herself off, thinking for a moment, before frowning. "Might I ask what the point of that was?" When her assaulter did not respond, she stepped closer to the person, eyeing them closely. "Are you trying to pick a fight?" At the shake of their head, her expression softened. "A joke, then?" They nodded, and she rolled her eyes. "Don't do it again," she scolded, before continuing on her way.

It would probably have to be the day that she met her Talonflame, Incendia. It was a very stormy day, and she was climbing a tree, which her startled Sylveon had climbed, which was now unable to get down. It was rather hard for her to climb said tree, as it was a tall tree with rather thin branches. About halfway up the branch she was standing on broke and she faced a fall of about fifteen feet to the ground but she found herself on the feathery back of a Talonflame, which had, to her surprise, saved her life. It flew her to pick up her Sylveon and then to the ground, where she thanked it and meant to leave, but it persisted, flying with her, until she finally abided and caught it within a Pokeball.