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((Well, uh... *flees* lol, nah, think of it as in dollars.))

"Yeah, let's go." He followed James out. Poor kid, if he came with them, he'd no doubt be their newest member of Rocket. The cycle continued.

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Bah, It's been to long since I've Roleplayed, and since I don't know where else to go to quench my little addiction, it seems I'm coming back here for awhile.

you don't mind if I join do you?

Name: Russel "Russ" Kalmorain.
Profession: Vigilante/Terrorist

Appearance: Tall and somewhat slender for a guy, his face is dotted with stubble, he has a hardened appearance of a disparate man.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Body type: strong legs, hands and arms built for fine muscle control, strength is just a notch below average
Hair and eye colors: Brown hair swept to the side. Eyes a deep dark brown.
Face type: wears a cautious looking face, very hard to read, he is very alert, and you can see this by watching his eyes as they dart about from object to object.
Other physical features: treated gunshot wound in his upper left arm, the round itself barley got him, and as such did little damage, but it left a scar. he has a few other scars on various parts of his body.
Clothing style: He usually wears a light concealable ballistic vest under his clothes, along with a concealed holster. He carries various firearms, and he prefers to wear clothing that can hide these well, but will wear whatever clothes he thinks will amplify his ability to hide. usually camouflage in the woods, sometimes even Ghillie. in towns he often wears black, or whatever clothing style he can steal that will allow him to blend in.

Speech style: usually soft and calculating, but he can yell like an army sergeant when he needs to.


Personality:
General demeanour: Quiet, calculating, he is trying to move up in the world, and has all but given up on improving it while aqua and psyche reign. and he's willing to betray those he thinks are too dangerous to him. regards himself as a powerful thinker, and is an excellent tactician. Oh, and he fights dirty, utilizing anything to gain the upper hand in combat.
How he/she sees himself:
Best qualities: strategic thinking, thirst for knowledge, researching skills, driven.
Worst qualities: untrusting and untrustworthy to all but a few. he won't turn on you until he's got you right where he wants you.

Background: little known.
Parents: both dead
Siblings: if any, they are dead.
Hometown: grew up in the country, and had a tendency to move around.
Childhood history: Enjoyed learning, learned much about economics in his youth, which in turn lead him to study strategy.
Recent history: works out of the mountains and the wilderness, utilizing survival skills to stay alive, and carrying little with him, he works with various resistance movements, and wants to topple aqua.
Plans for the future: fight, do whatever is necessary to stay alive, would like to see the dust settle so he can settle down and buy a cottage in the mountains before he dies. also wants to write a novel.

Pokemon:

Disclaimer: this role player, when joining "Advanced RPs" has been know to cause: increased gun play, backstabbing of other player characters, and slight plot twists. Accept this application at your own risk.

I'll be gone over the weekend, but Hopefully I'll remember this is here.

EDIT: I forgot my Pokemon Team. *adds*

Name: Jet
Age: 28
Proffesion:Youngest Elite four Member(At 16), Now Unemployed.
Appearence: Jet has brown hair and looks like his mentor and brother- figure, Ex-Champion Lance, Jet wears a polo shirt and baggy pants. He is tall and toned.
Body type: Athletic and toned
Speech: Smooth and pleasant , likes to sing
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 160


Personality

General Demeanor: Jet is into martial arts. He is almost always calm and looks on the brightside. He used to hang with extinct elite four and is an exellent trainer
Best Qualities:Calm,Almost always happy, outgoing,samart
Worst Qualities: doesn't care for selfish people and is not profiecint with guns, is stubborn

Background

Parents: Somewhere in Kanto. Probaly dead now
Siblings:Same as parents. Also Kanto Champion Lance was considered Jets older brother.
Hometown: Blackthorn City
Childhood History: Jet and his family used to live in Blackthorn City but moved to Fallabor, where he met his Bagon. His family moved to Kanto leaving Jet on his permission. He then met Lance at Meteor Falls and trained with him.

Recent History: Jet joined the Elite Four at age 16 becoming the youngest member in history. He was a current member and number number 4 and was offered being Champion which was his dream til Psych came in.

Plans for the future: Tak out Team Psyche in order to revive the Elite Four
Pokemon: Salamence
Dragonite
Tyranitar
Metagross

((You two are both in. I'm planning to head to Saffron to catch the train there tomorrow (in the roleplay, duh). Our characters can meet up there.))

Spence gave a glare at the pair who walked out. Because of them, he was spotted, and who the hell knows what's happening in Fuschia now...

He crossed his arms after lighting up another smoke, "Psych. Actually, I don't really call them Psych per say. Elite members of Aqua get given cloned copies of pokemon from the government, powerful ones. They're the guys in the yellow/purple suits. They eliminate certain...threats..." he took a draw, blowing it out, "It's funny they attacked you so late. After all, Rocket's been here for a long while, huh..." he grinned, "They're not stupid, they know where all your little hidey-holes are." He leaned against the doorway. He was talking more to the survivor, not James.

He didn't say it, but he knew something he wasn't telling anybody. As soon as he was spotted with a Rocket member, a leader of the Rockets, Psych went into finding all the rouge Team Rocket locations. Their lives must have been spared when they didn't find anything. It wasn't going to be safe sticking around, they would probably be back, but not for a little while. Two or three days, maybe. "Sorry if I sounded heartless. I am sorry about your losses."

((Sorry if I seem to be leading your character/godmodding with you Thunder.))

"I'm going to find a room. Kid, you coming?" he walked off into the dark hallway. Finding one, he kicked the door open. Fours beds. It was convenient the Rockets weren't coming back. Spence walked inside, pushing the door back to open as it tried the creep back. He picked the furthest bed from the door and sat down at the end of it, checking under to find an ashtray. He smothered the redeye then laid back onto the bed.

"Come out, guys." He summoned his pokemon; Scizor and Swampert. They were fairly sick and tired, they looked horrible. Spence looked down at the medicine. It was rather decent stuff, good quality. He grumbled a bit though. It was of course stolen, which only backed up the quote 'you steal to survive', in this day and age. He proceeded to spray them with the potion. These two were tough as nails, probably even the best of their species. They had been with him for awhile now, about 30 years back. "Get some rest you two," he nudged over to the two beds across the room, "You'll feel better with some sleep, I promise."

As the two pokemon miserably walked over to their beds, Spence got up and walked over to the kid, "You can have these two beds if you like, I'm gonna go talk to James for bit. Could you look after those two for me?" he asked kindly, suddenly looking surprised and chucking, "Ahaha, sorry. I never asked you your name. I'm Spence."

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Jet woke up in his hotel room in Fuisha City. He has been traveling from his home in Hoenn, in hopes of finding a better life in Kanto. He was wrong. The once prosperous city of Fuisha is now poor and chaotic. "Another crappy day..." Jet got up from bed and got dressed. He grabbed his pokeballs on his way out of the room. He then left Fuisha and headed to Saffron hoping they had one thing Fuisha did not have. Good food. Jet looked at the beautiful scenery of the routes. The only things that Team Psyche have not ruined yet. Jet noticed a few kids playing around in flowers and smiled. He sometimes wished he was kid. He then kept walking towards the entrance to Saffron.

((I'm just guessing we're alone.))

Spence gave a frowning nod to James, "We need to talk."

"Because your little friends ratted you out, Psych now knows my last location, and supposedly, the people I'm working for; you." Spence started smoking again, "They want me dead, James. They'll do anything to hide their dark past, their, dirty little secret..." he grinned, taking a draw, "You probably figured it out already, huh... Psych ripped this place apart, because...they were looking for me."

Spence took this time just smoking, and patting Jimmy's Umbreon just right. He stepped away to talk again to James.

"Fuschia, by tomorrow, will be in even more chaos than it was before. Elites will be everywhere. I just hope for your sake, your 'loyal droogs' didn't tell them your real name... Otherwise, your family would be in danger, too."

"We'll have to leave tomorrow... Psych will be back. I'll give you until tomorrow to decide, whether to come along or not, to join me." Spence started walking out, he was heading outside, he paused, "Thanks for the medicine earlier, by the way. My pokemon are doing fine now."

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Spence listened to James, and then to DX. Spence had joined Midnight around his young age. It brought back a lot of memories.

He sighed, and then nodded, "Yeah, you can come along, DX."

His back was to James, "I try to avoid using Mewtwo whenever possible. Unlike the Mewtwo from Rocket, though... This Mewtwo, however, was created by Psych. Whenever I use it, something bad always happens," he crossed his arms, "I don't even know why he was created... The only time it was ever used, was when it destroyed my home town."

Spence placed his arms by his sides. James was right; it was his fault that James was in this predicament, Team Rocket lost, unable to go home. "And, James... I'm sorry."

"Get some sleep, everyone. You'll need your strength for the morning." Spence walked out of the hideout and outside into the rain. He leaned against the building and stared. He had some cover, so he lit another smoke.

((Morning is the next post.))

Spence, however, was still outside. The sun hurt his eyes. He'd rather it to be raining again, the dark clouds that would block out the sun. He was more of a night person. The younger Spence would've been the complete opposite. He sighed. After so many years, he couldn't remember the last time he slept.

When Spence walked inside, he passed Jimmy's Charmeleon. It was still upset from last night. "Hey...give Jimmy a break, okay? It wasn't his fault, and he is sorry," his pause, before continuing to the rooms.

He walked into the bedroom. DX and his pokemon were still asleep. Scizor and Swampert had been talking to each other quietly and turned to face Spence as he walked up to them, "Feelin' any better?" he asked. Both of them smiled and nodded, "Great. Glad to hear it." Spence smiled too, returning them to their pokeballs. Before leaving, he looked over to DX, turning back. Spence thought he'd better get all the sleep he could, today might be a tough one for him.

Spence walked into the main room where James resided. He sat down in a chair and crossed his arms onto the table. "So...did you mention anything to the other Rockets? What are they doing?"

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((Could you stop leading my character around now... I thought we'd walk to Saffron, but that's okay. I want something big to happen in Saffron, so leave it to me, kay. And also, just a reminder to you Jimmy, you were born when Psych was already in control, but they may not have been as bad as they now are today, so you're okay. BTW, Spence never did say anything about catching the train yet...or that he wanted to go to Saffron... Careful not to mix the out of character with the story, guys. Let's just say Spence mentioned it and let it slide.))

Spence checked the train schedules on the board inside the station. He could see the train outside the window. They had built many railway lines throughout Kanto and some more towards Johto. Ages ago, before Psych, there were only lines to Goldenrod from Saffron, and for good reason. How many pokemon had to lose their homes to build this? He wondered.

"It's this train, it'll be leaving shortly," he turned to Jimmy. He looked sort of happy today for some reason, he wondered why. Looking to DX, "Hey, that money I gave you earlier, could you pay for our tickets please? I'll pay you back, don't worry."

Spence proceeded to walk outside to the train. There weren't many people catching this train, mainly workers, probably who had business in Saffron.

((Once everyone's on, I'll let the train go.))

((Don't say I didn't warn you. ))

A shifty man wearing a trench coat and hat waited behind a newspaper at the front counter of a nameless cafe in the city of goldenrod. He waited patiently, as another man came up behind him and spent a minute studding the menu, the man with the newspaper waited as the newcomer gently pushed a briefcase being under his chair.

"The locks will prime and begin countdown when turned to 8-9-2 and 7-1-3 respectively. You'll have 15 minutes." the newcomer whispered.

The man gave a slight nod of acknowledgment, and the newcomer slowly and casually left, leaving the briefcase behind.

Moments later, the man with the newspaper, Russel Kalmorain (for that was his name.) Picked up the deadly briefcase and left the cafe. He proceeded slowly, and in a roundabout fashion, making certain that he was not being followed, Until he reached the City's train station. After Inspecting the schedule for a moment, he made his way towards the train, as he was preparing to board, he bumped into an older man, Probably in his late forties or early fifties he guessed.

"Excuse me." Russ said to him, before pushing his way through the various workmen to climb aboard the train.

After climbing aboard, He found a seat in one of the cars, and made himself comfortable. Then he made sure his suitcase explosive was secure, and then pulled out his newspaper.

"There's enough of that stuff to send this thing halfway to mars." He thought to himself. "You'd better make sure you're well clear of the train station when we get to saffron."

((Sorry Crunchy, you mentioned taking the train so I thought you still had that planned. I can edit if you want...oh yeah, sorry for bunnying...my little rocket saga is done XD and now...to unspam my post))

Jimmy looked around awkwardly. Once he heard Spence speak, he snapped out of his daydreaming and quickly followed him. "I can cover my ticket if it'll help." He reached into his pocket. Georgie and old Dim were nice enough to leave us a pittance. He pulled a bit of money from his pocket and briefly showed the two and shoving it back into his pocket again.

Jet stepped into the city of Saffron and sighed. "Better get a room." Jet started walking to the Pokemon Center. Two thugs suddenly appeared in front of him.

"We would like it if you surrendured any valuables and we will be on our way."

Jet shook his head. "I would like it if you two would wear tu-tus and hop around like little girls, but we both know that's gonna happen so..." Jet immediately roundhouse kicked one thug in head, knock him out. The other bolted. Jet chuckled. The world is a wonderful place. He entered the center and smiled. "Excuse me Nurse, where may I find a place to stay?"

The nurse smiled back with a hint of sadness. "There is a place a block down."

Jet noticed the sadness in her smile and could tell something happed bad happened recently but did not meddle in the nurses business. "Thank you, have a good day." How ironic. Jet walked out and headed to the hotel.

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