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Fantasy. Harry potter. Vampire. Apocalyptic. Magical. Super powers. Trouble teens w/ powers. Psych wards. Werewolf. Zombies. 4 Horseman.
This first post is just going to be the outline of everything, including my characters. If you want, I'd be more than happy to add your character to this as well. This is so we can refer back to something and it's all in one place. I hope this helps you if you need it.

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The Plot
The region of Kalos has fallen under a strict dictatorship over the last century; each ruler even crueler than the last. The new King, King Samuel Kraken, is by far the worst. All the traditions of gyms, the elite four and champions have been abolished. The King has convinced most of his people that this new way of training, this program, is the way of the future, a way of perfecting the training process therefore creating Elite trainers. If interested, you enrolled in this four-year program at the age of 16 with only one pokemon. For the first few years no one minded it and everything went smoothly. It wasn't until the first wave of Elite trainers graduated from the long program and proved to be the best of the best. Their pokemon beastly, with their trainers to be just as intimidating. Seeing these amazing results people began to sign up. What no one saw was that King Kraken was creating the ultimate army of soldiers, both human and pokemon. These Elite trainers exited the program with complete loyalty to the king, the pokemon following suit. It almost seemed as if they were drones, but to notice you have to look almost too hard. Looking that hard can get you into trouble with the new King.
The Program, which is more like a school on route 14, is an enormous building standing seven stories tall and with a basement underneath. The outside of the building was painted in the colors of the King, brilliant royal blue with softer powder blue trims. It had no windows except for those on the fourth and fifth floors. The wide double wooden doors of the building were painted in the same soft powder blue with the words "The Program" painted plainly in large, thick lettering, 'Long live the Kraken! King of Kalos!' was elegantly painted in smaller swirling letters underneath. On the inside each floor that does not contain windows is artificially light using light bulbs that acted as if they were casting actual rays of sunlight in the spring months. The castle grounds consist of extensive training grounds to train Pokemon in the field.

Building Layout
Main first floor; Pokécenter - Besides acting as both a hospital for the students and their pokemon, the trainers are required to store their pokemon here at the end of every day before going to sleep; many general facilities, large rooms for speeches, a recreational room, and a dining room.
Floors two and three; Filled with regular classrooms, simulators, hand-to-hand combat training and battle arenas.
Floor four; Offices for staff
Floors five and six; Bedrooms~ These floors resemble the floors of a hotel rather than living quarters. Each room can house up to 5 students comfortably, one gender per room. The girls are on the right side of the hall and the boys on the left, this goes for both floors. The interior of the hallways is painted in the same Royal colors of royal and powder blue. The best of the students get to have their own rooms.
Basement; The Lab~ Only a handful of people know what this floor really consists of. To those outside selected staff and King Kraken himself, this floor is a sort of honor's course where they can receive special training to eventually qualify to be among the King's personal Guard. The front half of the basement looks much like, well, a super gym. There are machines that regulated strict workouts hooked up to other machines that monitored the body levels on one section. In another section was another simulator, this one much small and only geared for one trainer and his team. The back half of the floor held the Lab.

Roof ~Aircraft and Pokemon landing area

Extras
After Enrolling~ After registering for the four-year program at the nearest Pokécenter at the age of sixteen the Entry Trial begins. Once the group of potential students is collected in the survival area, they are released and hunted by a group of hand selected older students.
Each year the program gets more intense and difficult, as if it were a school strictly for battling. The courses can eventually get to the point that not every trainer and pokemon are physically and mentally up to the task, suffering injuries from minor to fatal, and in some cases, death. Although all students are permitted access to all upper levels of the building, only those who excel the quickest and show the most promise are permitted entry to the Basement. It should go without saying that very few know the Basement as what it truly is, a Lab. Most of the students see the Basement as a type of honors course that's designed for the best of the best. Those permitted entries to the Basement have their skills 'properly honed' by mind and body altering drugs and extreme training on both trainer and pokemon. Most of the students strive to be among these hand-picked trainers, not aware of what awaited them should they ever make it. After such outstanding results in the first wave of trainers that graduated The Program, Kraken has begun toying with the idea of introducing the drug to the rest of the students in The Program; increasing the already fierce loyalty they harbor.


Being Accepted; At the start of each year the group of potential new students is dropped in the fields surrounding the castle with only a single Pokemon and the students of second grade and higher will hunt on the new students with full teams. There is no Pokécenter and only the students that are able to survive for 3 days may enter the Program. Each potential new student is given a tracker device. This allows for the judges, the teachers of the program, to be notified when a certain number of students are left. When this number is reached, the remaining students are automatically accepted no matter how much time has passed.

Uniforms; Dark blue fabrics with light blue trims. Simple military style overall look. Males wear slacks, while females are permitted knee length skirts.
Acquiring the rest of your team~ The rest of your team is acquired through field missions, tests, exercising and some are even given as rewards. The pokemon that are gifted to students by the Program tend to be higher level or have passed through an evolution and tend to be harder to train as they were not caught by the student.

Graduating the Program; The Gauntlet - A final test in which students that King Kraken does not consider among the top rank must pass in order to keep the 5 pokemon they acquired during their stay in the Program. The lowest ranking trainers must battle each other in an arena type setting with the rest of the students of the Program watching. The arena is capable of adapting battle terrain once, possibly twice, per battle in the advantage of one or the other – this is controlled by a chosen Teacher. That way only half of the lower ranking trainers keep their pokemon (of course keeping the original). Kraken doesn't consider a high percentage of students 'high ranking' enough to avoid the final test, taking input from the student’s teachers, ensuring that, roughly 55%, of the school graduates with full teams. If they fail the test, they do not graduate, are labeled something less honorable than a failure and have to permanently turn in all but the pokemon they chose when they were 10.
Life outside The Program; King Kraken only allows his regular inhabitants to have just a single Pokémon. In that way, choosing a first Pokémon is even more important, as it will be the only Pokémon you can have.

The Good Guys
The rebellion group; Ditto~ A group called Ditto sees through the illusion that the King has painted for the people about a school that can perfectly train you and your team; that it's a favor from the King to his people. Most everyone accepts the favor with a renewed spirit for the otherwise strict dictator, except for a small group that slowly grows in numbers almost daily as people notice the difference in the children that are enrolling in The Program. There are people that had even taken notice that there was something that just wasn't right about the first group of Elites that graduated from The Program. They didn't seem to maintain their personalities as much as the rest of the graduates seem to. Their loyalty seemed to... forced. Will you join Ditto to destroy the iron grip of dictatorship that the King has over the land; or will you chant along with the rest of the drones?

CHARACTERS
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Name: Samuel Kraken
Title: King of Kalos
Age: Forty-three
Personality: At first glance Samuel seems charming, polite, honorable and kind with a jolly and overall happy demeanor. All aspects of a great King that his people love. Behind closed doors, away from the eye of the average commoner of Kalos, he rules with an iron fist. He has a firm grip of the reigns of his region and is icy to those near him. He sees his role as King to gain even more power beyond the reaches of his kingdom. Driven by greed, power-lust and dishonesty he gets what he wants by any means necessary. Putting himself first, Samuel is more like a pirate made King.
History: Not much is known about Samuel before the age of seventeen. He seemed to be somewhat of a no body, just gliding under the radar of anyone that mattered, until he surfaced out of seemingly nowhere challenging the Elite Four of Kalos without any gym badges. The first few challenges he made to the Elite Four went unnoticed, waved off by the guards just outside victory road. It wasn't until he finally challenged the guards themselves to a battle, bargaining that if he beat both men without a single one of his pokemon fainting, they would allow him to gain entry. Thinking that this boy, with no badges to prove his strength and knowledge of pokemon, couldn't beat them, let alone do it without a single pokemon fainting, accepted with boasting egos. When he wiped the floor with them, he finally entered victory road without being stopped. Beating everyone that waited for him inside, news of him being there spread quickly, and before he emerged at the end of victory road, the region knew his name in constant whispers. He was elected king before the age of thirty when the king at the time, King Ron Rois, died unexpectedly and named the Champion his heir.
Starter Pokemon: Pancham
Pokemon Team: Xerneas. Pangoro. Aegislash. Lucario. Aurorus. Goodra.


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Name: Aron Pendleton
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Title: Fourth Year Student
Loyalty: His loyalty lies with Ditto. He joined the program to gain the intelligence and skills the King so graciously offered to his people to use against him. His father is a co-founder of the rebel group.

Personality: With the passion to learn and battle Aron is also strong-willed and seeks glory. Having a good head on his shoulders and a good sense of right and wrong, Aron has no problem challenging authority when authority is wrong. He is a natural problem solver and thinks logically and thoroughly before acting both in battle and life situations. He's very outgoing and gets along with just about anyone. He can be blunt and even sarcastic at times, but it's never meant to cause any negative feelings, it's all in good fun. When it comes to his friends, family and pokemon, Aron has been known to be very protective.
History: Before registering for The Program when he was 16, Aron lived with his parents in Laverre City. He was well taken care of and has grown up knowing about Ditto, both his parents had been founders of the group since their rough beginning when the people of Kalos started to realize King Kraken wasn't as humble as he was pretending to be. His mother was killed in during an interrogation session in the depths of the King’s castle. She had been among the three captured during a raid of a smaller out-post of the rebel group. Word had gotten out she lasted the longest of the taken trio, but held strong and gave nothing up. Aron had only just received his first pokemon. Afterwards, Ditto relocated and Aron fully immersed himself in the group alongside his father. Eventually the idea was proposed, by Aron himself, that he attempt to enroll in The Program to learn what exactly was happening behind closed doors. It would also finally give Ditto a location of the training grounds the King used for said Program.
Starter Pokemon: Deino
Team: Hydreigon. Zebstrika. Alakazam. Rhyperior. Marowak (Alohan). Walrein.
 
The walk up to the powder blue doors seemed to happen too quickly and the feeling of freedom was seeping out of Aron the closer he got. There were still things to do that The Program restricted him from, Ditto needed him, and he wasn't finished enjoying the last few moments of false freedom the mission allowed before a new year started. Aron had feigned travelling difficulties to arrange a meeting with the rebel group before returning to the castle. He loathed taking The Program; he saw the blue building as a communist college disguised in royal colors and bright flowers and trees to make it seem more appealing. It was alluring to the eye, almost pretty; he couldn't deny that, Kraken knew what he was doing when he built the place. It fit in with all the other glorious and beautiful buildings in the bigger cities in the Kalos region, even if it was hidden and off the beaten path. To be honest, Aron hated the place, and so did his pokemon, even the ones he acquired through being here, but he was lucky enough to have a team that understood why they did what they did. Taking a deep breath and swallowing the bile he could feel rising up the back of his throat, Aron rolled his shoulders in a weak attempt to relax and once the heavy wooden doors were in arms reach, grasped the handles and heaved them open.

The sight inside made Aron sigh heavily - young trainers were milling around the open area in front of the Pokécenter baring the battle wounds from the Opening Trial last few days. Some held their weak pokemon in their arms as they awaited their turn at the counter. The rest of the obviously beaten up newcomers leaned against the walls with arms crossed or folded behind their heads, looks of superiority across their faces as they spoke amongst themselves, their backs to the poorer trainers. Those were just a select handful of kids, their pokemon exhumed the same smug attitude as their trainers. Aron knew right away these were the wealthier kids, the ones that had a better chance of catching the King’s attention, the more lethal of the newcomers. They didn’t seem to have the most serious of the injuries, and their pokemon didn’t seem dangerously close to fainting, yet the group had pushed their way to the front of the line to get their pokemon healed before moving off to get themselves patched up ahead of the more roughed up kids.


Aron was familiar with students like these. They were brutal and cruel, strong and relentless, they were exactly the type of trainer the King wanted to churn out of this place. By the end of each trainers four-year stay they all ended up like them anyway. He had the unfortunate pleasure of sharing the same skill level as those students - just of his own age class. However, Aron didn’t share the same cruel outlook on the poorer classes as his peers. He would often pass right over the crude jokes, or demeaning remarks aimed at the weaker trainers during conversations with the more advanced students, and his pokemon usually refused the opportunity to pick on the smaller, younger pokemon. Aron obviously stood out against the basic upper class, but as someone who simply wasn’t as harsh as the rest. He was viewed as someone who was once poor, but excelled through The Program to become one of the best and now pities them.

It was common for a student that entered the Program poor to graduate as cruel and mean as if they entered wealthy. Their loyalties fell to that of the King and their brethren instead of their villages, childhood friends and their families. They often chose to ignore them completely in favor of their new life as Trainer to the King. The shift in the trainer’s attitude usually began in their last year – this year for Aron. So far, all he could tell that would cause such a shift in loyalties and personalities would be the intense need to excel in missions and classes and increase the amount of training if not chosen to avoid the Gauntlet. Not many were chosen to avoid the graduation test, and the seniors had to wait the duration of the entire year to find out the group of trainers that were lucky enough to sit in those permanent seats in the stadium. Generally, the entre graduating class already had an idea of who the King would choose to sit alongside him during the Gauntlet, but it never stopped the seniors from pushing themselves and their teams to their absolute limits. Strength and power were propelled and fueled by the fear of losing the pokemon they had come to create relationships with.

Aron was no different. He trained his team every opportunity he had, and spent every ounce of his free time in the gym practicing his own hand-to-hand combat skills or in the battle arenas working out the kinks in his team. It was all in part to distract his heart of the place he was forced to live in the last four years, but mostly to keep his head in the right place – on keeping his pokemon. From the very beginning he needed to ensure that he would be among the top of his class, there had to be no doubt he would be allowed to keep all six of the pokemon allowed to him; he needed them, and they needed him just as much. Even as pokemon they recognized Kraken’s cruelty, they understood the need to stick together and ignored the foul taste that battling weaker opponents left. Aron wanted to ensure that even if King Kraken didn’t choose him to sit out the Gauntlet, he would be able to defeat any opponent he would be matched with no matter the circumstances or terrain. The new year had barely begun, he hadn’t even turned in his reports of the mission, and he was already feeling the anxiety of the Gauntlet.

As much as he hated the Instructor that assigned him the practice mission, he silently thanked the man for it. If it weren’t for Aron going out on the field test to extract a false rebel group in the far south-east, he would have been part of the group of seniors that milled around waiting for their turn at the Pokécenter and he wouldn’t have been able to meet up with Ditto and his father. It may have only been a test to see how he would do out in the field on his own with precise instructions to locate, extract information from, and eliminate a rebel group, but it was still a brutal two-week trek across the region that left him dirtied, slightly battered, but better off than he had hoped he would be halfway through. Aron was the only high ranking trainer that didn’t enjoy taking part as a Hunter in the Opening Trial, but when he was handed the thin powder blue folder that held the instructions of the practice mission, he pretended to be just as bummed about missing the Trail as the rest of his peers were for him. Only offering them a shoulder shrug and a quick, “Give the newbies something to aspire to be, boys!” that was met with a few hollers before backing out of the auditorium and to the Pokécenter to collect his team.

Doing the best to avoid as many of his peers as he could, Aron made his way through the main floor and to the elevator. A few ‘hellos’ and welcome nods were forced from him in passing, but he was able to maneuver through the crowd effortlessly. Protocol strictly stated that after each field mission a student was to report back to the assigning Instructor to be debriefed before being allowed to retire their team to the Pokécenter and take care of themselves. The elevator welcomed him inside with a gentle gust of chilled air, carried him up to the fourth floor, and with a soft chime the doors slid open and allowed him access to the floor. Staff members buzzed around the floor, not a single Instructor acknowledging the young man standing there, mud and dried blood from his own wounds caked on his skin and uniform. A woman, however, was unlucky enough to need to pass by him to enter the elevator and her nose scrunched up at the smell of his two-week excursion, Aron only smiled to her.

“Come in!” His Instructor’s voice boomed from behind the closed door just as Aron raised his fist to knock against it. Instead, his hand changed its motion and he swung the door open, stepped through and closed it behind him. Aron took exactly five steps inside the office, clicked his heels together and did the mandatory greeting, “Good Evening, Sir.” His hand snapped to his side after the salute while his eyes fell over the Dusknior that must have alerted Seanix of his arrival. It’s eye narrowing on him as it always did when close to Aron. He resisted the urge to shift his weight at being in the same room as the ghost pokemon and waited for Seanix to initiate further conversation. He estimated it took another three full minutes before Seanix looked up from whatever he had been scribbling down and leaned back in his seat to study him. “Jesus Christ kid, you look like you’ve been to hell and back.” Seanix made no effort to hide the amusement from his voice and before Aron could say anything in response, he motioned for the Dusknior to retrieve the field mission report from Aron – who barely had enough time to pull it from his ruined overcoat before the pokemon snatched it from his hands, leaving a cold shill that travelled up his arm.

Aron opted for silence as Seanix read through the report. It detailed every single move Aron made from the second he left the Program to the moment he re-entered the grounds. Of course, a few things had been altered and faked, but for the most part it was the truth. Locate the false rebel group; check. Capture a member foolish enough to either get left behind or go out on their own; check. Use unnecessary force to extract the desired phony information about the group they belonged and take care of loose ends; check. Completely dismantle said fake rebel group and cease all illegal actions; another big fat fake check. It was really astonishing how much effort the instructors and the King went to make sure these practices were really drilled into the heads of these kids. Every class, every battle, and every field mission was geared to better the minds and skills of the students so they would be the best of the best.

Seanix seemed at least mildly pleased with the report, because he passed it back to his Dusknior who filed the report away for him and turned back to Aron. “Besides the incident that caused your half-day travel delay,” Seanix paused to narrow his gaze on Aron and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk and his chin on his folded hands, “which I don’t entirely understand how a bunch of wild dugtrio were able to do as much damage as you claim. Your skills far exceed that of any wild dugtrio, I risk to go as far as saying, no matter how many.” Seanix paused again, apparently waiting for whatever excuse Aron had prepared.

“They just got the jump on me, sir. I was arrogant and didn’t stop at the local Pokécenter before heading out on the route. I thought my team would be strong enough to make it to the next town, but I wasn’t expecting the dugtrio, sir.” Aron looked the instructor in the eye as he spoke, but his tone was what convinced him the most. He must have accepted the lie, because he leaned back in his chair and waved a hand through the air; even his Dusknior seemed to relax a bit and the feeling of agitation lifted from the room. “You’re dismissed. You may visit the Pokécenter,” and with a look of mild disgust added, “and see that you get yourself a new uniform. I’d be revolted to hear the King saw you looking like that, regardless of what you were returning from.”

With the obvious dismissal, Aron didn’t relax his posture until he was back in the elevator headed back down to the main floor. He ran a hand through his dirty hair and leaned back against the wall of the elevator, a heavy sigh lifting off his chest as the chime and re-opening of the doors came all too soon. He shoved himself off the wall with his foot and made his way to the back of the line that had shortened significantly since his first trip through. His legs screamed at how tired he was, but he fought against them and patiently waited his turn, ignoring the looks he got from the older students for not pushing the freshman out of the way to claim the head of the line.
 
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