Anxiety Trials is a Pokemon Special sandbox RP. We are a friendly, no-fuss site where you don't have to worry about posting 24/7, but when you've got the muse. We are based loosely around the Pokemon Special/Adventures manga, though set in a slightly alternate universe. If you're looking for a fun place to explore what life with Pokemon would be like, hopefully we're the place for you!
★ Shoutbox ★
Come say hello
★ Recent ★
4th Feb 14
As those of you who have been with us for a while can see, we've done some updating on the site. To our new membes, welcome! We've reverted to our original name and are going to move forward with six month! See all our new, updated summaries in the "Need to Knows" section for a full run-down on what has happened!
★ Census ★
Our citizens
breeders
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coordinators
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dex holders
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elites
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gym leaders
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knights
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rangers
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researchers
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trainers
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★ Weather ★
Feb, March, April
Snow is starting to melt in most regions, they are beginning to see Spring
ANXIETY TRIALS was created by Fate. The skin which includes the Board Mod, Mini Profile and Sidebar are created by Dorothia @ Adoxography. The tabbed sidebar was created by kimset of RPG D'. Plug ins were made by their respective PB Support member. All other information which includes but is not limited to, Character Plots, Character Applications and more belong to their rightful owner. Pokemon/Pokemon Special is the property of Nintendo.
[/b][/style][style=float: right; width: 280px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; padding: 15 10 10 20; text-align: justify; margin-left: -10px; border-top: 5px solid #6E4678]Oh, the Hoenn Region. Plenty of adorable little people, with many dreams and ambitions, hope for the future, all that jazz...how disgusting. If you had like her, ended up in the Knights of Arceus, well, then Catarina felt you had no dreams left. She was stuck for who knows how long now, following another person's every whim. Of course, it wasn't like she hadn't chosen that for herself, and it truly wasn't so bad. Still she just felt like... there could have been something else for her.
"Niiieee.." the soft feel of fur under her bare arm suddenly alerted her to the presence of her beautiful Ninetails, Claudine. Her crimson eyes always seemed to be able to bore right through somebody's soul, but in reality, most of the time when looking at someone who wasn't Catarina, she was only looking at a person skin deep.
"It's been that long, hasn't it Claudine?" The young woman questioned softly as she gently scratched over the top of the fox's head. Claudine let out a small, throaty purr and rested her head in Claudine's lap, feeling the soft cotton of the fluffed back skirt the girl was wearing.
Of course, it had been four whole years. Four years since she left the comfort of a loving home, and four years since she had found her way into the Knights. Today just marked the day that it had all started. She couldn't possibly remember the last time that she had been genuinely happy. Though, like a lot of other things she did, her normally cheerful attitude was usually a show for the idiots that actually believed her. There might have been some truth to it, actually. she thought many things were adorable, and her outlook on the world was strange at times, but most of the time she knew exactly what she was doing. She wasn't some stupid girl who didn't know her way around the bend.
"Nine?" The questioning look on Claudine's face was enough as Claudine patted the soft fur around the ruff of Claudine's neck.
"No, I'm perfectly happy sitting right where I am." She murmured thoughtfully. Claudine flicked her ears carefully. They were sitting atop a dumpster in the middle of an alleyway, and she was okay with this? Though it shouldn't have surprised her. Catarina was a free wanderer, and she did whatever she wanted, when she wanted to do it. She felt the motion of Catarina's hand moving over her neck stop completely, and she looked up to find the girl fast asleep.
Not a surprise. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=font-size: 8px]made by KING of PRE & OTE[/style][/center]
With his large hands stuffed in the pockets of his black jeans, he sauntered down the dark alleyway, emitting a dark aura that scared off most people. He was wearing, along with his black jeans, a casual white T-shirt that you could see from under his black sweater, which was left unzipped. He was wearing two belts, one for actually keeping his pants up, and another maroon belt that was left sloppily around his waist, peeking out from under his shirt, just for the sake of staying in style. His deadpan, rosewood eyes scanned the area in front of him, watching out for obstacles that he gingerly stepped over. Pieces of garbage littered the cobblestone ground; pieces of plastic, paper, and… foul-smelling, indescribable objects lay scattered, forcing him to use precious energy to step over or sidestep them. It was like an actual event at a track meet. The breeze wasn’t able to reach so far into the alley, so his unkempt hair remained frazzled and undisturbed, though looking quite nice.
He didn’t know what he was doing – often when he wasn’t doing something for the Knights of Arceus, he never knew what he was doing. His hobbies included wandering around town, going places when he wasn’t tied down by work, and the like. That was the reason for him being in Hoenn; no work, and he was totally bored. His expression reflected this, his dark eyes set in an expression of eternal boredom, his shoulders hunched over to show that he had absolutely nothing to do. Normally a guy his age would be out and about, doing a plethora of stupid things, but Alioth just wasn’t your average guy. He was almost dull, except when he was pissed and his fiery nature revealed. Other times, though, he’s just straight-out apathetic to most things going on around him. Well, except for one thing that happened to catch his attention.
A head of white hair came into view. It was a very familiar head of white hair, actually. He advanced a few steps forward before coming to a halt right in front of the dumpster that she was apparently lying down on. She was also sleeping, accompanied by a Ninetails. Well, that was new. He never really had the chance to witness that. What’s more – she was extremely familiar, but he just could quite get her identity. Where had he seen the girl before..?
“Stupid girl, sleeping on a dumpster like that,” he muttered quietly, not intending to wake the girl up, but even if she did happen to open her eyes, he wouldn’t have cared in the slightest. His left hand still tucked snugly into his jeans, he lifted his right hand to prod the girl with his index finger, right on the cheek. Again, he wasn’t planning on waking the girl up – he couldn’t care less. But his fingers were rather strong, so the force was probably enough to send a girl bolting straight up after dozing off slightly. Which was probably the case for the girl. But, who fell asleep on top of a dumpster?
Oh! Now he knew where he’d seen her. She was actually in the same organization as him, though he only recognized her because he’d seen a picture of her face. Now then, why was a Knight sleeping atop a dumpster..?[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; line-height: 10px; color: #141414; border-top: 5px #C9C9C9 solid;] WORDS 557 TAGS Catarina NOTES POST IS LATE, POST IS BAD. I'm so sorry!
[/b][/style][style=float: right; width: 280px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; padding: 15 10 10 20; text-align: justify; margin-left: -10px; border-top: 5px solid #6E4678]It had been peaceful for her, despite the fact that her chosen napping place was on top of the dumpster. The air was crisp and cool, but not too cool for her. Claudine by now had even fallen asleep, sprawled loosely over Catarina to keep her warm. It wasn't until she heard the voice of a man that she was startled to her paws, looking around wildly before spotting Alioth.
She began violently growling as he Catarina's cheek, clearly not pleased with the stranger touching Catarina at all. Catarina's eyes fluttered open rather quickly as she felt the force of his poke, and half-startled aqua eyes scanned the area only to finally land on Alioth's figure.
She remained silent, and quieted Claudine's insistant growling as she studied the man's face. She knew him from somewhere, and she was determined to know where exactly. Smiling suddenly as she seemed to remember, she leaned back against the brick wall behind the dumpster and hummed to herself for a moment. Most people would be scared of a strange man in a dark alley...then again, most people would also be afraid to sleep in a dark alley.
"Hm...Alioth am I correct. What person in out merry band of misfits doesn't know you?" she mentioned, the smile not leaving her face. she knew who he was because as the Knight Beta of the Knights, she had to know the faces of her higher ups.
"Though...pictures do not do your handsome face justice." she mentioned with a flirtatious wink. Claudine resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She was at it again, just waking up and already flirting with the shiny admin in front of her. Then again, this was no surprise to Claudine either. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=font-size: 8px]made by KING of PRE & OTE[/style][/center]
The red-headed man allowed a frown to decorate his visage, obviously displeased with the woman’s seemingly flippant remark, though he did a commendable job at keeping silent. He proceeded to assume a straight face and his lips formed a tight, small line. Alioth’s eyes hardened. The woman’s name still evaded him, much to his vexation. His fists balled up at his sides, his knuckles turning white, and his body rigid. Here was a Knight who thought that she could freely flirt with a higher-up. Yes, they were a band of misfits, but they a strong band of misfits. They were misfits, but they were organized. They were misfits, but they had a noble goal.
“What was your name again?” Alioth asked, unable to think of a better way to word it. The fact that he didn’t know the girl’s name shamed him, but he still managed to keep a deadpan expression on his face, although his body posture suggested otherwise.
“Also,” he continued, “Why were you sleeping on top of a dumpster?” He was being completely frank. He also completely ignored the woman’s flirtatious compliment, refusing to let it get to his head. Instead, he folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the alley wall. He bent on leg and let the foot rest on the wall behind him; he was being much too casual, although he was assuming the nonchalance proper to an administrator.[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; line-height: 10px; color: #141414; border-top: 5px #C9C9C9 solid;] WORDS 242 TAGS Catarina NOTES 1000 apologies. You're allowed to shoot me dead. I'm having a really bad time with my muse.
