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Vamutu Montia

"It's amazing to see people treat Pokemon as pets. That is something I will never understand. I wouldn't even presume to name one."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Blazezon, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description


Vamutu Montia

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Statistics

Age: Twenty Eight.

Height: Five foot, ten inches.

Weight: 189lbs.

Race: Ruulan(Aryaket Tribesmen).

Tribal Scars: X pattern: balls of both feet.

Medium gouge: top of both wrists.

Symbol of the Aryaketi: Between shoulder-blades, extends down to mid-back.

Tribal Tattoos: Coiled Gyarados: Spans his entire right leg/lower abdomen.

School of Sharpedo: Mid-chest/back.

Feraligator Attacking: Left shoulder-blade.

Feraligator Defending: Right shoulder-blade.

Unintentional Scars: Small Gash: Left side of skull, just above ear, extending into face.

Massive cut: Right side of face, from just below eyebrow all the way back, vertically, to the neck line.
Power Level
Teeth mark: Top of head, center. Obscured by hair.
Pokemon

Gyarados: Power Level[68/100] - Moveset - Crunch, Hyperbeam, Freezedry, Surf, Dive.

Wailord: Power Level[65/100] - Moveset - Surf, Dive, Heavy Slam, Amnesia, Mist, Rest.

Sharpedo Swarm: Power Level[51/100] - Moveset - Surf, Dive, Waterfall, Crunch, Skull Bash, Agility.

Kingdra: Power Level[50/100] - Moveset - Surf, Dive, Smokescreen, Twister, Brine, Dragon Pulse.

Feraligator: Power Level[47/100] - Moveset - Surf, Dive, Rage, Crunch, Slash, Scary Face.

So begins...

Vamutu Montia's Story

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"Da sea simple 'ting, boi."

It was a clam, peaceful day in the waters of Ruula. Even far, far out in the untamed oceans it was an easy, sunny moment. Wingull, and Pellipeppers squawked, and dove at various water-types who got a little too close to the surface, while a school of Goldeen blissfully skimmed by the only surface for leagues. A Regicide Deep Sea Platform. An ugly steel, and wood affair, very clearly man made, and horribly out of place.

It obviously didn't belong, but that didn't stop the thugs who financed, moved, and operated it. Neither did ethics, morals, or laws.

It was simply massive, adorned with nets, sensors, three docked submersibles, several motorboats just in case, and four tall towers forming a small square in the middle of the floating wooden deck. Those on board milled around, checking equipment, tapping away on tablets, or even sunbathing. It was another hour before the Sonar Charges were ready to drop'n'det, so the entire operation was rather relaxed.

"She go sof silk ta storm in secon."

With no warning however, clouds began to roll in from all directions, and as if on cue, the winds picked up. Just off the port side a large stretch of water began to roil, and newly forming waves lapped against the floating structure. The net crews glanced around among themselves, apprehensive as always. Poaching sea-faring Pokemon was not the safest of tasks, and precaution kept you alive. One of the team captains had the good sense to produce his walkie-talkie, and page into one of the control towers.

"Did we have a storm on the forecast this afternoon, Skipper?" He laughed a little, a cruel, salt-strained rumbling.

"Negative, T1L. Clear skies all week, but you know the drill."

"Yeah, I know. Occasionally somethin' feisty gets stirred up, and decides to make it rain. Sonar picking anything up?"

"Negative T1L, we can't see anything on the de-..That's odd..."

The old sailor raised an eyebrow, the grip on his walkie-talkie tightening as concern crept into his gruff voice. "What's odd?"

"I'm getting something surfacing, it looks like it's coming fro- Oh. Oh fuck."

The crew-leader was about to inquire further when the entire deck lurched violently, sending him to his knees.

"So I telling ya what my fadda tol me age go. Him tell me,"

An alarm began to sound, and as if in response the wind had picked up once more, much more quickly than it should've been able to. It was swirling now as well, a very bad omen. The station shook again, as the bloody howls of the wind passed through the structure, echoing with malice. Something was incredibly wrong, and everybody felt it. Crewmen began to scramble for the inner towers, but a final solid lurch of the deck stopped those plans in their tracks.

Too much was going wrong at once, this was no mere accident. Something was ramming the deck, and had managed to split a chunk off port side, while the damned wind speed was doubling nearly every second, on track to become an earnest gale. By now everyone was in full crisis mode, the station wide radio signal broadcasting a warning.

"Hostile Pokemon in the vicinity. Source of storm unknown, but sonar has picked up a Gyarados."

Panic was full blown now.

"Da sea kill boi like ya fasta den I breath. So remember dis, alway.."

It was too late for the men working the nets, two full scale Twisters had formed just off the starboard side of the Platform. As the men raced towards the structures again, towards any semblance of shelter, the Gyarados rammed the deck once again. The violent jolt sending them slipping, scrambling, or flying right into the Twisters, or sea. Someone on deck, probably one of the scientists, identified the threat, and relayed it with a terrified shout - "Kingdra!"

"Respeck it tru, but alway be ready ta kill it firs, 'fore it kill ya."

Siren's blared, sailors, and scientists alike screamed curses, clawed to get towards any of the Command Towers, pushing, and scrapping, and kicking at eachother for a straight shot to safety, but it was all in vain. Over, and over the Gyarados battered the station from below, while the malicious twisters closed in on the deck. It didn't take long for men, and women on the edges to be drawn into the ice cold, salty grasp of the ocean. And while lifelines, life jackets, and strong swimming skills kept them from drowning, or drifting out, nothing could've saved them.

A wave of screams washed over the structure, short, and filled with agony. Then swiftly silence. The waters all around turned a deep, dark red.

"Member dat, Vamutu. 'Member dat very good. Da sea show ya no mercy, boi..."

A school of hungry Sharpedo had made it's way into the fray. The beasts were more than happy to gorge themselves on the human flotsam, and jetsam. The once calm day had quickly turned into a horror show.

"So ya don't go showin' any mercy yaself."

And this was only the beginning.

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"You're making the biggest fucking mista-" The Regicide thug found himself unable to finish his threat, the rough, furious hand around his throat tightened. He struggled against it, grabbed at it, flawed at the other man's fingers, kicked, and flailed, but none of it did him any good. The stranger held him up by the throat, a few mere inches from the crimson waves, the fins of the circling Sharpedos kept grazing his foot. The thug closed his eyes, not wating to see his end.

It didn't offer much solace, though. He could imagine the blood-stained teeth beneath him, row after row open, and waiting with ravenous hunger.

It was hard for him to think at that point, the lack of oxygen darkening his vision, making his head fuzzy, making it hard to hold onto any thought. Not that he had many at a time like this. His life didn't flash before his eyes, he didn't feel the desire to pray to Arceus, instead the attack seemed to be stuck in a loop, playing endless. Over, and over the screams, and flames played out. Again, and again he wondered, "How the hell did this happen..?" The attack had reached it's climax in a mere blink, and the reality of the situation had yet to key in.

He remembered scrambling for the East control tower, he remembered the sirens, the screams, and scientist who shouted Kingra, and then..And then...

Thud

A new wave of pain shot through him, forcing his eyes open. It seemed the man holding him had decided to let him live - for the moment, and threw him back on the devastated sea-platform. His limp, oxygen-starved body landed on some of the metal frame work from one of the crushed towers with a sickening, wet snap. He coughed, and groaned, writhing in pain, He was no doctor but he figured at least two of his ribs were broken.

In desperation he reached for the belt of Pokeballs on his waist, only to have a heavy boot come crashing down on his hand. Another sickening crunch, his wrist this time, snapped clean under the wait.

"No, no, no." His attacker spoke with such a neutral tone it was almost frightening, like this was all just another day at the office. "Ya do dat, and kill ya rit now, friend. Rit dis seckon, no lie." The sing-songy voice was so matter of fact, so casual, that the thug jammed his eyes shut. He didn't want to see whatever monster could be so calm in the face of taking someone's life.

It didn't go unnoticed, either.

"Dat's smart, what ya doing. Real smart. Good smart. 'A for Effort', dey say in da cities, rit? Rit. Buh 'ere's da ting 'bout dat.." He felt the boot lift off his hand, but it was in too much pain for him to do anything with it. He knew the logically, but for a brief second desperation set in. He thought about attempting to force it to work, to grab on of the Pokeballs despite the shattered bones, he even fought through the agony it took to wiggle his fingers, but there was no hope. The attacker was lifting him again, this time by the shoulders, and his grip..

His grip was tighter than a vice. His grip was Death's.

Without warning Vamutu shouted at the thug, "I WANT YA SEE ME, SEE WHAT YA DONE!" He shook his captive viciously for a moment, but once the man's eyes fluttered open he dropped him like a sack of rocks. "Dat's betta." Like a sea storm, his rage had blown over, replaced with the eerie calm of before. "All I want was the basic respeck'o eye contack. Very important, ya know.." The thug stared blankly, very sure that whatever this man might've been, psychotic was sure on the list.

"See, people, Pokemon, Da Sea. Alls da same. Eye contack. Respeck. Dis very important lesson.." He paced back, and forth while speaking, shaking his head like a disappoint Professor. "I would like ta teach ya meself, but ya see.." As if beckoned, the massive, gnarled head of a Gyarados emerged from the water behind him. "I have things ta do still. So, Hak'Hanety will have ta teach ya instead." He shrugged. The crazy bastard actually shrugged, after calmly stating that he was abandoning a human life to a staring contest with a seemingly wild Gyarados of all things.

The thug reached out as he strode past, causing Vamutu to stop. He looked down at the man, locking eyes for a moment. He almost seemed to pity him, but all offered was a pat on the shoulder, and the whispering of one final, helpful thing. "Maintain da eye contack. Learn respeck. If you look away, o' blink, he eat ya." With that he walked away, over to the last of the standing control towers.

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Character Portrait: Discord Character Portrait: Nicolette Porter Character Portrait: Vamutu Montia Character Portrait: Oprecia Baramia Character Portrait: Meia Feylan Character Portrait: ThisOne
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 “ ...? ”

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Character Portrait: Lukas Castiel Character Portrait: Discord Character Portrait: Nicolette Porter Character Portrait: The Regicide Crew Character Portrait: Vamutu Montia Character Portrait: Oprecia Baramia
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 “ Nicole slowly opened her eyes and finally awoke to find herself laying on the sandy shore. The ocean breeze was strong and familiar, living by the ocean but the setting was totally unfamiliar. One moment she was taking a quick snooze on her research trawler in the middle of Paloma Bay on her break and now she was here.

"...What the heck?" the girl muttered to herself, sitting up on the sand and looking around, surveying the area. "R-River? H-Hello? Anyone there?" she called out.

"Por Vaporeon!"

A wave of relief washed over the girl as she turned to find her most trusted and faithful companion scampering over to her. "Aqua! Boy am I glad to see you, sis. You didn't happen to see what happened while I was sleeping, did you?" she asked.

The Vaporeon shook its head, a look of concern on its face. "Por."

Nicole blinked. "So...were you asleep too?" she asked.

This time the water type nodded.

Nicole sighed as she got to her feet and brushed off sand from her wavy watery tank top, short jean shorts, and matching sandals. "...Ok...suddenly waking up on an unfamiliar beach with no idea what happened. Or where our boat is...Or if River's alright. She was helping us out. We gotta find some answers, sis." she declared.

The Vaporeon nodded in agreement. "Vapor!"

With a nod of her own, Nicole began her walk along the shore in search of anyone that could provide some possible answers. "C'mon sis. Let's get going."

Aqua followed her trainer, staying close to her side as she walked. ”