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Asura the Machamp & R'hia the Human [Marsh, Ace]

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Asura the Machamp & R'hia the Human [Marsh, Ace]

Post by R'hia Kyrie on Wed Feb 15, 2017 6:56 pm



















Asura
Theme Rage Awakened
Asura Unhinged (Plays when ability Guts is active)
The Awkward, Gentle Giant
Profession Currently N/A
Text Color #ec3a18
Items His master's old, tattered golden-brown cloak. This is wrapped and tied firmly around his waist, draping ever so slightly below his knees. His master;s old training pants, gifted to him when he became a Machoke. The right pants leg is torn up towards the knee, while the left is tattered at the ankle. It is violet, with red flame-like patterns.
HELD ITEM: Focus Sash
Biological Sex Male
Gender Identity Cisgender Male- Him/He/His
Age Adult
Species Dex #068: Machamp, the Superpower Pokemon
Height 5'7" (170.2 cm)
Weight 307.2 lbs (140 kg)
Pokédex Entry It is impossible to defend against punches and chops doled out by its four arms. Its fighting spirit flares up when it faces a tough opponent.
Level 43
Ability Guts: Guts raises the ability-bearer's Attack by 50% when inflicted by a major status ailment (poison, burn, paralysis, freeze or sleep). If burnt, the Pokemon does not suffer the usual drop in Attack.
All other effects of the status condition remain, e.g. losing HP each turn (poison, burn), speed drop (paralysis) or being unable to attack (paralysis, freeze, sleep).
Nature Adamant (+Attack  -Special Attack)
Characteristic Quick Tempered (+Attack)
Moves -Close Combat (Bred)
-Power Up Punch (T M)
-Giga Impact (T M)
-Heavy Slam (Bred)
Quote ”I pray to no one, nor will I be prayed to! But most of all… I refuse to let the world suffer any longer!”
History Asura was hatched long ago, on a ranch held by the Kyrie breeders. He was quickly seen as two things- an extremely capable fighter, and a tough candidate to find a partner for. His bred and taught moves made him an extremely capable heavy hitter, but he was very strong willed, adamant in all his beliefs. If someone questioned them, so be it. If someone punched him, he may even take that. But a single ill word of someone he cares for can easily send him into the beginnings of one of his bouts of rage. He leveled up just by picking fights in the ranch. He cared deeply for his caretakers and their sole daughter, often choosing to outright punch any of the other Pokemon that spoke ill of them. After ten years, hardly anyone in the ranch posed a challenge to him, being level 19 already. He disliked those that offended his comrades and the way he chose to live. However, who he despised the most were the Pokemon that kissed up to him, pretending to love and adore him simply so that they could use his name in claims so that they could have more power on the ranch. Often times he would not intervene in any fights they got themselves in, as he believed that they deserved what they got. He also disliked some of the younger Pokemon that chose to treat him like a ruler of the ranch or a mentor- he saw himself as ill fit to be any kind of role model. It was this self-view that constantly made him strive to become better, and to protect all he cared for.

The day finally came when he was chosen by a trainer. An older martial artist whom wanted to travel wherever he so pleased. He saw the gusto and passion of the Machop, and its want to protect all that he held dear. In this machop, he saw whom he once was- a martial artist full of Vigor, strength, and will. Asura was a bullheaded little thing, but at the same time always ready to sacrifice for the good of the many. Asura wasn’t the most pleased about leaving his home, nor was he against it. All must leave their beginnings one day, to carve their future.

The two travelled for years to come, with Asura growing fond of the old man. The Machop was not well versed in the art of showing compassion and joy, so he often would comminucate such with a playful knock of his master’s shoulder with his hand. Occasionally even a hand on his master’s shoulder, if he could reach it from where he stood. As time passed, a few other Pokemon joined Asura’s ranks, though he distanced himself from them. They worked well with one another, though a couple of them simply did not bear a welcoming air about them…

Nearly twelve more years later, Asura evolved into a Machoke. Master immediately halted their journey and began a trek back to Hoenn to speak to the Kyrie family about helping with his final evolution. The others were clearly Jealous, but one amongst them was a voice of reason- Asura was the only one with a trade-only evolutionary stage amongst them, and who were they to stop him from growing even stronger? Even so, the others turned their back to Asura, not that he payed it much mind. He only ever needed his master, who treated him well, and was a respectable being. In only three months they stood in front of the Kyrie Ranch, with the two heads of the ranch happily organizing an official trade and trade-back with paperwork and all. Asura was excited in his own way as he felt his body evolve once more- not excited that he was growing stronger, but because he was growing more capable of protecting what he holds dear.

His eyes opened in the black of the night. The campfire had gone out, and it was difficult to see. The floor was soaked, but Asura’s hair and body were still mostly dry- had it rained? He stood up, feeling uneasy with himself. He walked slowly as his eyes adjusted to the dim forest clearing. He saw master, but nobody else… Had they left to gather supplies? No, he had done most of that himself, the night before. He went to his Master once more, feeling the wet grass under his feet. It was only around his Master that some form of puddle had formed. He only now realized the implications of this. He looked at his Master for a moment, his mind struggling to process the information that his eyes had retrieved. His throat slit, Asura’s Master lay dead, eyes locked open in terror, sorrow and betrayal showing in the dried tear streaks on his cheeks.

Asura had no way to properly track or find the traitors, and when pokemon suddenly started to not only drop dead, but come back before his eyes, his priorities shifted. They would all get their own, hopefully by way of his fist one day. But he must survive first and foremost. He travelled often, quick to fight, and quicker to win most often, even against Pokemon a few levels higher than him. He fainted twice only, fighting a still-living Pokemon each time. Whenever he did have to hold back, and not engage enemies, it was for the sake of someone else around him- be it an innocent, someone in the group he was currently with. As the Epidemic played out in front of him, claiming the lives of those he bonded to, he found himself less compelled for revenge (albeit still thinking about revenge and his past often), and more compelled to protect whatever he could. As such he travels still, his last group having found a home they could protect, leaving him to find others to help, and search for his enemies once more.
Bulbapedia " Machamp has the power to hurl anything aside. However, trying to do any work requiring care and dexterity causes its arms to get tangled. This Pokémon tends to leap into action before it thinks. Its four ruggedly developed arms can launch a flurry of 1,000 punches in just two seconds. "
Appearance Tanned, almost rusty/oxidized skin tone with white "hair frills." His forearms and hands are colored silver, as if he were wearing thin metal gauntlets.
Accent American (USA)
Religion Ex-Polytheist, Currently Agnostic
Motivation To protect all that he can, and avenge his master’s death.
Personality
Hot-Tempered, Stubborn, Rash (Pending situation), Strong-Willed, Fearless in Battle (though not stupid in battle: IE won't blatantly let an infected bite him), Good-Hearted, Values Innocence, Holds disdain for those who see themselves as better than others, Fatherly without realizing it, Capable of forming VERY strong bonds, Vengeful upon wrongdoers.
User Notes -Inspired by the character Asura from Asura's Wrath
-Shiny ticket used for (non-nintendo) shiny color
-Alternate sprites: Menu Sprite - Modded Sprite
-All character art done by Kaze, thanks!
Team notes -Marsh Team member
Affiliations Knows R'hia Kyrie
Development Notes -Protective, Parent like to those that need it.







R’hia Kyrie
Text Color #6F2B8C
Theme(s) VS! Trainer R’hia
Casual Day
Relax and Play!
Solemn Support
Believe in me, and we will survive.
Sacrifice
Spark of Insanity
Fight for your Life
Loss of the Oldest Friend
The Price of my Survival
An Impossible Decision
This Life is Still Beautiful
Item Altaria Feather (From Azure, currently in Vinra’s possession), nylon Furfrou collar, full-arm sports brace for right arm.
Weapons 1060 High-Carbon Tempered steel 27” (68.5 cm) blade Katana w/ scabbard and hidden-in-pommel 3” (7.6 cm) blade, 1095 High-Carbon Tempered Steel 24” (61 cm) Blade Katana w/scabbard, 6” (15.25 cm) Blade All-Purpose (1045) High-Carbon Steel Knife w/sheath  
Gender Genderfluid | Female
Age 23 Years Old
Species Human
Weight 214 lbs (97.1 kg)
Height 6’4” (193 cm)
Occupation Ex-Pokemon breeder / Martial Arts Instructor
Party Lv. 44 Abbey the Absol (Female), Lv. 41 Queelag the Charizard (Male), Lv. 38 Kaisura the Pelipper (Female), Lv. 42 Azure the Altaria (Male, Deceased), Lv. 27 Vinra the Grotle (Male, Recovering from non-infection illness)
Pkm 1
Species- Absol
Level- 44
Ability- Super Luck
Attack list-
-Swords Dance (Bred)
-Megahorn (Bred)
-Night Slash (Level)
-Zen Headbutt (Bred)
Absol was the fist pokemon given to R’hia, givn to her by her father who had bred Abbey specially to be a guardian and friend. Chain bred from Absol father. Gentle nature. She holds a Focus Sash.
Pkm 2


Species- Charizard
Level- 41
Ability- Blaze
Attack list-
-Flamethrower (T M)
-Outrage (Bred)
-Thunder Punch (Move Tutor)
-Dragon Dance (Bred)
Charizard was the first Pokemon that R’hia bred by herself, and chose to raise him as well. Chain bred from Charizard father. Serious nature. Missing his left arm from the elbow down- An infected bit his hand one day, and R’hia did all she could think of to save him. With quick reflexes and thinking, she removed his lower arm with her blade, treated the wound and hoped for the best. In any case, Queelag draws breath for his beating heart to this very day. Holds Leftovers.
Pkm 3


Species- Pelipper
Level- 38
Ability- Keen Eye
Attack list-
-Fly (TM)
-Protect (Level)
-Surf (TM)
-Air Cutter (Level)
The only pokemon of the group to have been caught from the wild, Bears a deep scar on the lower-right side of his beak. Caught as a Wingull. Quiet nature. Holds Mystic Water.
Pkm 4


Species- Grotle
Level- 27
Ability- Overgrow
Attack list-
-Seed Bomb (Bred)
-Body Slam (Bred)
-Solar Beam (TM)
-Curse (Level Up)
A bit of an odd case for R’hia, who adopted him shortly after she turned 15. He was one of two Turtwigs that Birch was eyeing for his studies, but this one was much shyer and often hid behind her legs. After a month, he was actually often clamboring into her lap as she sat outside to read and watch the ranch, and once nuzzled into a pokeball with want in his eyes. She got the hint, and quite a story to tell about how she captured a loving Turtwig. Chain bred from Torterra father. Timid nature. Not one to enjoy a battle, and as such, under-leveled. Holds a Pretty Feather, his only memory of his pseudo-father, Azure.
Quote ”Yeah, I know what’s going on. But I’d much rather be naively optimistic than painfully realistic.”
History The Kyrie family was a long line of breeders, spread across the regions throughout the generations. Sixty-seven years ago, Jude and Milla Kyrie came to Hoenn to continue the family trade. Their child, Ludger, enjoyed the lifestyle, unlike his brother Julius, who went embarked on a Pokemon journey instead. Ludger went on to find Elle Kresnik and, in no short terms, wooed her to be his love and life. Then came R’hia, the child that breeders themselves bred to have. As a toddler, and well into her late childhood, R’hia was much more inclined to spend time with the Pokemon on the ranch, than to take a small trip east of Verdanturf town and socialize with other children. Her favorite was an Absol her father had bred for her, to serve as a long-time friend and guardian. Given that a young R’hia could hardly speak, let alone come up with a truly creative nick-name. The young girl couldn’t even pronounce Absol properly, and thus came around the repetition of the name “Abbey,” which the young Absol quickly connected to and enjoyed. The two grew up together, and while R’hia obtained other Pokemon that she became close with as she progressed through her life, Abbey was always her truest friend. Seeing as the family business required R’hia to remain on the ranch more often than not, Ludger and Elle decided to homeschool their daughter.

R'hia often went on short errand runs to the nearby Verdanturf Town, seeing as a large breeding ranch needed plenty of potions, status remedies and other emergency supplies. The more important shopping trips to Mauville and the Lilycove Department Store were made by her mother, while Ludger stayed behind and tended to the mons. Elle was the marketer of the ranch, which sold a variety of basic starter mons, slightly trained, to younger trainers and whomever needed them. They also took breeding commissions. While not the most lucrative business, the family lived comfortably. Whenever Elle was out on business, Ludger would be the father with a soft spot, letting R'hia take one of the well-behaved starter Pokemon out with her to Verdanterf. It was a thirty minute walk from the ranch, but R'hia always took her walk at a slow pace, playing and enjoying the day, no matter the weather, with Abbey and any others that accompanied her. On one such trip, she had a young Bulbasaur with her, and saw a young boy, probably slightly older than her, wandering in the thickets, bushes and tall grass nearby. He didn't seem to have a partner, and even as a Zigzagoon growled at him and approached, he did nothing. Was he somehow unaware? "A-Abbey!" She called, her level 13 Absol dashing forward, expecting a command. R'hia had only ever fought with her father coaching her before, but this was her first solo encounter. She had never really gone into the grass on her own- she wasn't journeying just yet, and her father was only helping her along so that Abbey would be powerful enough to protect R’hia until she started her own journey one day. R’hia quickly overcame the shock of the moment- in her head, this boy needed her help, badly. “U-Use Megahorn!” Abbey smirked- the girl had good instinct. She was already running and close to her opponent, and in a split second she drove into the Zigzagoon. The boy whirled around, startled, with earphones in- and two Natu beside him. The Zigzagoon did not faint, but quickly ran from the now trio of Pokemon before it. R’hia, now resuming frailty, ran up to the boy.

“I-I’m sorry, see, I didn’t see them, and, I thought you needed, er…” With a bright red face, and a bow, she apologized without words. The boy seemed just as awkward, albeit seemingly appreciative of  the selfless help from a complete stranger. There was an air about him… not ill, but unwell. He explained that his Natu, Pollux and Castor, were aware of the approaching threat and were awaiting his command, should he wish to fight. The two were awkward with each other, and by no means were completely comfortable. Yet, R’hia felt drawn to him. She didn’t want to force him, though. They talked for a short while, and she found that he spoke softly, almost solemnly. She hardly spoke to him as they went to the store, and she did the business her father had sent her on. She regularly would look over and shoot a smile towards him, now and again getting one back. They parted with a wave and a ‘see you soon’ from R’hia. And so she did, they would routinely run into one another, and grew close. R’hia loved bringing baby pokemon from the ranch to show Vince, and he seemed to love it just as much. Now and then, R’hia would come to the door of Vince’s home, only to see his older brother answer. Typically when this happened, Vince was “Not well,” though the true meaning behind this came to R’hia’s understanding with time, as did knowledge of just who Vince was inside. His tragic past, how he was shattered and constantly fought himself. It only strengthened her commitment to, and friendship with him for a long time to come.

R’hia rarely saw Uncle Julius. He was out training often, on a very slow-paced journey, more about enjoying his own life than growing stronger. He had shown disdain to the expectancy that he would simply fall in line and be a breeder like the rest of the family, and left with some cold blood between his and Ludger’s parents. Once Ludger inherited the ranch, he immediately called Julius, letting him know that he was welcome any time he pleased- he could never openly express this before, but he understood how Julius felt, but also knew that he did have a passion for breeding and seeing new trainers get their best friend and partner for the first time. Whenever he would come, he would stay for a long time with his Serperior always by his side. He would bring gifts, laughter, and joy. Particularly, he was a key helper in her early teen years, as she would always seek him out for advice on what to do with this, or how to get better at that. When R’hia was nearly 16, he came once more to the ranch. He looked sickly, especially for a man hardly in his early 40’s. It was also the first time he had actually called in advance before showing up- a red flag. He insisted he was nearby and simply needed rest, and thought that the best place to do it would be in the company of his family. Only he knew the grim truth, and had not the heart to share it face to face with any of them. Three nights later, Elle screamed from the far room- the guest bedroom.

Cancer. A brain tumor, actually. His Serperior had shown them to a folder he had stored in the nightstand desk. He explained everything- he had known for a month, and had been traveling around Hoenn, saying his goodbyes, and chose to come and live his last days with those whom had cared so much for him. He knew Elle and Ludger would both understand- he was horrid at being the bearer of bad news, he hated dragging the mood down. He had written a will and testament, just the basic stuff. R’hia was devastated- she had so much she wanted to do with him, but all of it trivial in light of her want to start her Pokemon journey when he left this time. In one fell swoop, her plans for the near future crumbled and she lost someone dear to her. She had never felt such loss before, and could not properly cope for a long while. One spring day, she was with Vince, whom had just recently started bettering himself. Abbey growled to R’hia, who simply shook her head. Aggravated, the Absol pushed R’hia’s right hand forward with a hard nudge from her head, revealing recent marks made from… who knows what, but Vince immediately saw what was happening. He simply did his best to console her in this time of need, and slowly, she pulled herself together. In her head, Vince had saved her. She was indebted. She would stick with him as much as she can, she swore it!

“Unova!! I’m going to Unova, in two weeks, R’hia!!” Her heart did cartwheels of joy, right before sinking like an ancient stone anchor. This was a big part of the reason he was trying to get better, to finally go to Unova! But… she wasn’t ready to go, yet. Not old enough, only 15. Just three more months, she begged in her head. But she convincingly applauded his realization of this goal, even as she dreaded the approaching leave. She calmed herself even as the day of departure drew near, telling herself that it was a couple months at most, that’s what he and his folks were saying. The two hung out more oft than usual in these two weeks, mostly with R’hia staying at his house for long periods of time, helping plan and pack. She convinced her parents to get her a phone, seeing as her only close (human) friend was leaving for a long while. They exchanged numbers, and she followed him as far as Mauville, under the guise of doing some extra shopping- though her parents saw right through that reasoning, knowing she wanted to be with him as long as possible, and allowed it with no strings attatched. She called him as much as she could, finding the first two weeks difficult. She had never been so far from Vincent before, for so long a time. He had gotten closer to his new friend, Shiro, while in Unova and the three actually began all talking over the phone quite often. Glancing jokes at Vince staying with him in Unova were made, and while they made R’hia uncomfortable, she bit her tongue. No way, right?

Of course, two and a half months in- already past the planned return- her phone rings. Another ten months, maybe a whole year. She wasn’t so convincing this time, but passed it off as illness making her sound unwell. It was like a relapse- loneliness, depression, things that R’hia thought only Vince could help with. Abbey, though, was always a great help, and while it took much longer without Vincent, R’hia regained a proper mentality, and in so gained an independence from Vince she needed to have for the future. She’d be spending as much time with him as possible, but by no means would he likely want to. He’s a growing boy… probably has dreams. This by no means squandered her excitement when his return to Hoenn came closer and closer. Independent or not, Vince WAS one of the biggest figures in her life, rivaling even her parents in importance. When he arrived in Mauville, his ass was quickly driven to the floor by a pouncing R’hia, who’s only way of saying hi at this point was a constant, sobbing squeal of joy. She ranted almost incoherently about how much he’d grown, with Abbey simply smirking and shaking her head nearby. He made an offhand comment about how he expected this from Mother, not her, and she sat up, looked him in the eye and stated: “I swear to Arceus, I WILL bite you…” She had that smartass, smarmy sense of humor as his warm welcome back. As Vincent likely expected, she was like a conjoined twin for the following weeks, constantly spending nights, hanging out, dragging him to the ranch to show off her own Pokemon, as well as just catch up in general.

She was barely 17 when he made the decision to start his official journey through Hoenn. And he actually wanted her to tag along! Albeit with the condition that he be given space as often as he needed- just as she had learned to be independent, he did as well, and wanted to exercise it. Immediately she went home, making more of a statement than a question when bringing up her own Pokemon journey. Ludger gave her the familiar Ultra Ball that contained Azure- apparently he got the distinct feeling that this older Swablu wanted to accompany R’hia. She was almost surprisingly compliant with Vince’s need for independence, and started off immediately by going ahead to Mauville, where she would meet him for an all-expenses paid supply run. She had started officially working at the ranch, on an under-the-table payroll, and hadn’t really spent much on herself. It was to be expected, Vince was always spoiled rotten when it came to things that could be bought. Simple fact of being close to R’hia, you will have items purchased on your behalf. She gave a passionate rant on how Mauville was a cornerstone of their adventure, at the heart of Hoenn, in a way. And, of course, finished off with a horrendous pun joke.

Thus began the journey of Vince and R’hia. They claimed their first gym badge together, but she was more eager to continue after seeing how well she and Abbey had done, and the sense of sheer accomplishment they shared. She’d take a few months out of the second year to travel with her team and challenge gyms, earning three more, the total coming to four in that period of time, before coming back to be with Vince once more and simply enjoy his presence. Come the third year of their training, R’hia was eager once more- she’d go for Lilycove, then Fortree, the last two that weren’t detatched from the mainland. After four months, she obtained her sixth gym badge from Winona, and called Vince to arrange another time of them being together, probably for even longer this time.

Hell came on the second day of May, in the year 2011. A rude awakening of phones, and hell, every device that could make noise was blaring it, in the middle of this Route 119 inn awaited the now 20 year old woman. What would soon be known as the Epidemic had started.

At first it was all a jumble. Infection, many dead, just a confusing yet alarming conglomerate of words coming the devices. She narrowed it down to her phone, which she just read instead. It was far more terrifying than she had thought. It was no mere infection- humans were ‘fortunate’ enough to die from it, they said. Fortunate enough? If they’re using such wording… R’hia shook her head and kept reading, she needed all the info she could get.

She picked up the phone and called him. She knew he wouldn’t answer. But to hear his voice, even if recorded, was something to hold onto. It had been almost a year since it all started. A veritable apocalypse. Pokemon without beating hearts roamed, killing humans and other Pokemon. Only the Pokemon would never stay dead unless you somehow severed the spinal cords at minimum. She had slowly been making her way home again from Littleroot town. Even flying was risky these days, so she only ever did it in short bursts. She’d been searching for Vince ever since the epidemic started, and clung to the hope that he still lived. Every now and then she’d find human survivors, but only one had ever seen Vince, a couple months after it all started. A couple days ago she found some sort of Bluetooth looking device, but had yet to turn it on or try it. She wanted to wait until she got home.

Yes, home. A surprisingly immaculate and clean place, considering all that happened. Though she hadn’t found it that way, when she returned on May 15th. When she first flew over, she saw them- a small platoon of people- probably military- with guns. They were mowing down every Pokemon on the ranch. She froze… she couldn’t tell Kaisura what to do, or where to go. So she just circled for a while, even long after the men had disappeared. Finally, she mustered a single word: “Land.” What she found induced illness, nausea, terror and sorrow all at once. Most of the young Pokemon on the ranch were dead- and had been so for a while already. Chunks missing, or hanging off of their old friend’s jaw. The military wasn’t being heartless- they were cleaning up. She returned Quelaag to his ball, and let Abbey out instead. The door to the house was still ajar.

The furnishings of every room were torn apart, claw marks, bullet holes… blood. She didn’t want to push forward, but her legs kept walking none the less. The remains of an Axew, a Totodile and a Turtwig were the only distinguishable bodies in the house. In the master bedroom… two piles of gore, chunks of already rotting flesh hanging off of the jutting bones. She knew exactly who these two once were. For an entire hour, she stood there, until her legs gave out beneath her. She was alone. Nobody was left aside from her Pokemon. She never truly snapped, instead just cutting off her ties to emotion instinctually to make it through this situation. Over the course of the next week, she carefully disposed of the bodies within the house, not letting any of her remaining family near them.  She buried all of it unceremoniously in a pit out back in the ranch, where the stench of death flowed freely now. She ate when she needed- the food left in the house was enough to feed the family of three for months, so if nothing else she could be nourished in her solitude. She cleaned up more and more as time went on, only venturing out on flights for fresh air, and to see what was left. Some cities were ravaged, while others seemed almost pristine…

But these days she had little food, and was returning from a supply run. Not all that bountiful, except this strange device. She made her way in through the side window- the only entrance she hadn’t completely boarded up- and went to her old room near the center of the house. She put it in her ear, and turned on her phone to see if it connected. She turned it on, but there was no scanning, nor any recognition from her phone… “Blasted piece of junk…” she murmered. Abbey nuzzled her, seeing the frustration of her master. “I’m sorry…” R’hia looked down to her, smiling. “It’s oka-“ She stopped dead in her tracks. These days it was hard to surprise her. “A-Abbey?” She asked, thinking she was finally losing her mind. With a quirk of her head, the Absol simply asked “What?” R’hia shot her arms around the one she had been with for her whole life. “I can… I can hear you!” Abbey seemed just as shocked as it all started to sink in, but the two hardly spoke for a while, laughing happily and nuzzling each other. They’d speak to one another for hours, and eventually R’hia let all of her Pokemon out of their balls, and began letting them sleep on/around her bed every night. If only Azure had been able to see this.

Yet another sleepless night. This time memories of the past kept her from slumber… She had done well to keep her family safe. She thought she had done so well… but she wasn’t careful enough. She had Azure, her Altaria, Peck a wild Pokemon that had been infected recently. He knew within a couple days… but could not tell her. After a couple weeks, she saw he was troubled whenever he was out. The fears plaguing her mind were quickly realized when she decided to be direct… She let Azure out from his ball- He was not well, nor was he truly sickly yet. He knew exactly why he was summoned this time… and with a solemn look, let her know that he was sorry for hiding it. She drew her pride- the longer of the two katanas- and brandished it half-heartedly towards her friend. The two spoke without words… He knew he needed to be dealt with. A painfully slow few seconds passed, with hours of thoughts brazenly crashing through her mind. Against her intuition, she told her friend… “Go.” But he wanted not to live, to turn and hurt others. It was against all he had learned with R’hia. He wanted her final memories of him to be as he was in life: loving. Tender, but strong and proud. So he’d rather die by her hand, on that day, than live to become a shadow of who he once was. She had always loved his pearly white coat… So he lay his neck down on the ground, as not to soil it once she had released him from this world. She shook, the clatter of the hilt all that could be heard. He hummed- in his own way, like he used to when she was younger. Her eyes closed… Azure, he always helped her make the right decision in the end. With a stammered breath and a silent scream, she drove the blade down, and lost the last traces of her innocence as she did. She couldn't scream, she couldn't yell… so she just bit her own arm in anger, even some avarice… feeling she needed to be hurt for this. She shot up in her bed, drenched and wide-eyed. She knew the toll Azure’s death had taken on her. She was always rather two-sided, having the quirky side around friends and a more reserved, shy side for everyone else. Around friends she was still happy, odd an funny. But instead of simply being shy, she was cold, never trusting and almost hostile towards unknowns in her life. With a regretful sigh, she looked over to her Vinra, who slept with the old Altaria’s feather still around his neck. With a silent apology, she lay back down for the night.

They all woke up at once. While R’hia only felt impending danger, the others sensed it- other Pokemon. A lot of them, headed this way, and not one was truly alive. They had a plan, and knew it would happen one day. They gathered supplies, putting it into three different bags- at least 150 pounds, but in the adrenaline rush, R’hia was able to slap them onto her back. She recalled all of her Pokemon into their balls except for Kaisura, whom burst through the back window followed by R’hia. The horde was coming from Mt. Chimney, and was more of a mass stampede than some sort of hunting for flesh… perhaps something had spooked them? Either way, R’hia jumped onto her flyer, and they escaped to their backup location on Route 114, in the barren hills. There weren't many Pokemon around whenever they had scoped it out- but the same went for any supplies. A small mountain home remained from a Hiker’s golden days. No electricity, though there was a natural well to draw from. She called out Queelag to help illuminate the house as they secured it once more- this was now home to an ill Zangoose. Infected, but not turned. Out of fear it lunged at Queelag, and clung to his arm, repeatedly sinking his teeth into his hand. With a cold, unforgiving movement, R’hia drew her blade- and aimed it at Queelag. He never knew what hit him, as his arm fell away from his body and onto the floor, with the disgruntled Zangoose. While it was dazed, R’hia drove her blade through its head- releasing the creature from it’s doom. From one of her packs, she grabbed Gauze and a basic stitching kit, as well as told Queelag to use flamethrower on his now stub of an arm. The rudimentary cauterization done, she cleaned the wound and wrapped it tightly. The next weeks weren’t without its scares, but Queelag told R'hia he was not infected from the Epidemic, simply ill thanks to the wound, even though that was but hopeful speculation. Two months pass, and he seemed to recover fully. To this day he is in good health, though missing an arm isn't exactly fun.

The recent months have been uneventful, save for Grotle falling ill and now being in a period of rest and recovery. The stocked supplies of the house were starting to dwindle, namely the Pokemon food. So the time had come to start scavenging once more… and perhaps resume the search for Vince. She picked up the phone and called, just to hear it again, before she set out once more.

Nearly a year passes, but the incredible miracle happens. While looking over a camp that had been set up near her own, R’hia feels her heart nearly stop. Vincent… unmistakably, undoubtedly, it was… ”Vince…!” She hops down from a tree, taking a step forward, noisily so. Vincent whirled his head around, looking utterly terrified. R’hia, however, had tears streaming down her face. The dummy had tape around his glasses, he broke them… She can hardly utter a word before starting to move forward.

”…S-Stop!”

R’hia was the one who looked scared now. Confusion splayed over her face… She told Vince it was her. R’hia, the old friend, they spent years together. Knew everything about each other. But Vince, he… he wasn’t having it. In the time that they were physically apart, somehow, somewhere along the line, his sight of R’hia had twisted. A man stepped out, holding a gun- R’hia had no clue what to do. She started to back away… She tried desperately to tell Vincent that she could be trusted, there were countless promises made that she would always keep. “Just leave…

R’hia didn’t try to wipe the tears from her face as she ran, stumbling around, Abeline desperately trying to figure out what in the world had happened, being a distance away at the time foraging. R’hia kept her sobs low, resisted the urge to wail- if she did that, she’d put Vincent, Abeline… everyone, in danger. She held it all in, refusing to make any noise save for the sniffling as she ran to the cabin a couple miles up the way.

She reaches the cabin, whimpering like a pathetic, wounded animal. She doesn’t even make it to the cot before just falling to the floor, curling up into a ball. Abbey tried to help, but she was completely inconsolable.

Over the next few weeks, there was nothing but bumps in the road. Nothing was right in her world anymore. The one person she kept on pushing for… The one that R’hia woke up in the morning for, the one that gave her motivation, wanted nothing to do with her. Vincent saw her as a threat, in spite of everything they once shared.  R’hia many times gazed at her own blades, debating if it was worth it to go through the motions anymore.
Even as she did, though, she remembered three promises. One: R’hia would never intentionally harm herself in any way, nor intentionally be in any situation that would end in her death. Two: R’hia would never give up on the life she lives. Three: R’hia… would always be there for Vincent.

Two months after it happened, she was- and is all but traumatized- She wanted it all back, wanted him. But doubt had risen in her mind. Could she trust him now? Would he ever trust her again…? Even with these doubts, R’hia has chosen to keep all these promises. Should Vincent ever need her, she would come. Should she see Vincent in danger, she would help. She would continue life… because she promised to. She presses onwards now, having in some way fulfilled her goal. Perhaps it was time to find a new motivation?

Appearance R’hia was tall, and a tad bulky… in a very good way. Standing at 6’4”, most of her weight is muscle. Not all of it, though- she doesn’t have six pack abs thanks to her sweet tooth, and that’s just fine by her. Overall, she’s a lean, somewhat toned, and pretty feminine body shape- a smaller chest, and little thicker on the hips than normal. Her midriff/stomach is average, with a small layer of fat being the only thing standing between her six pack and the world. Her skin is quite pale, even for a Caucasian, being almost a ghostly flushed shade of peach. She has a severe inability to get a tan, and bruises rather easily. Her hair is actually an off-white color, extending to her tailbone. More often than not it is worn in a ponytail style, but instead of letting the hair down her back, she brings it to drape over her shoulder and hang down her front side. This way she knows somebody can’t come and just grab free hair, especially an infected. One small bang drifts to and fro on her forehead’s left side, hindering her eyesight if she doesn’t tend to it regularly. Her eyes are actually any variation of hues, going from a rustic red, to ruby crimson, to even a dulled, greyish red, depening on the lighting and her own mood.

Her choice outfit is a black, form-fitting tanktop, and an equally black pair of tight cargo pants. Through the waistband belt loops of said pants runs a modified heavy leather/nylon belt with two attachments for her katana scabbards on the left side, while the right side contains her five pokeballs- Abbey’s Heal Ball, Queelag’s Standard Ball, Kaisura’s Net Ball, Azure’s old Ultra Ball that her father used to capture him, and Vinra’s Standard Ball. She carries an old, high-quality all-purpose shoulder bag, in which she keeps her remaining medical supplies for humans and pokemon, minimal tools for maintaining her blades, and an assortment of basic snacks and sweets, though mostly for emergency storage only. She chose the shoulder sling back so that if it gets hooked or grabbed, she can leave it behind easily, and in all likelihood come retrieve it at a later time. On her neck she sports her fashion pride, a pitch black, plain nylon Furfrou collar. On her right arm is a sports brace/arm “sock,” for extra stability when training with her blades. She has a deep human bite scar on her left forearm, caused by her own teeth when she bit herself in angst over the death of Azure.
Personality Shameless, Kind-Hearted, Loyal, Occasionally too upfront/blunt, Two-Sided (Reserved around new people), Crazy, Loud, Charismatic, Nerdy, Self-reflective, Personal, Brilliant, Intuitive, Imaginative, Leading & Serious (WHEN a situation requires it), Fussy/Endearingly particular, Rash when spurred by proper people, Gloriously sculpted by generations of the Armstrong Family, Self-doubting, motivated, willful, Moralized, Protective, Quick to attach, Deceptively outgoing*, Protective, Highly intelligent (but doesn’t flaunt such), capable of high tactical thinking and planning.
User Notes -Childhood friend of Vincent Sage
-Character avatar created using a third party application. I do not claim ownership of either the application or the art within it.
-*Acts open and trusting, but in truth takes time to study someone and get to know them before trusting them. If the person knows Vincent Sage, trust is easier to attain.
-R'hia Kyrie is a long time OC of mine, please respect it and do not take her basis (within reason)
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Re: Asura the Machamp & R'hia the Human [Marsh, Ace]

Post by R'hia Kyrie on Wed Feb 15, 2017 6:59 pm

I apologize for all the confusion, MewTwo. It's been a long time since I've made any new profiles, and it's my first time doing a dual- thank you for your patience with me these past couple of days, and I believe that this is finally ready for a good approval! I'm fixing the old profile now, the main profile is stored on Word on my laptop.
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Re: Asura the Machamp & R'hia the Human [Marsh, Ace]

Post by Mewtwo on Thu Feb 23, 2017 9:48 am

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