Ok, before I start this RP off officially, time for a little OOC. First off, this is a non-pokemon RP startup, so I'm not exactly sure where this should go. I'm gonna put the start up here for the time being though. Secondly, this RP will have profanity & violence, but I don't think either of them will be very strong or excessive. Signups won't close for a LONG time, so don't worry about that. A few other things though: 1. I can't be on on weekends. If you would like to co-run this game, VM me. 2. Nothing too explicit! No sentences containing lots of naught words, no gruesome scenes of evisceration, and no sex scenes. 3. the language that the Wermech speak is a perversion of German, and since it's being written by someone who knows no German, it should be pretty easy to figure out. However, if you can't figure out something a Wermech says, just ask for a translation and I'll provide it. Now, on to the RP!
A group of teenagers are standing at attention in the courier station in Drolling town, a small speck in the great Eldith empire. They are currently waiting for the craft that will take them to the academy, and to war. Finally, a craft lands and a tired looking courier steps out. He has longish (it comes down to the middle of his neck) straight brown hair, and is wearing a simple brown bulletproof vest over a gray jumpsuit. He has a saber strapped to his left him. It's straight, and doesn't have any ornamentation whatsoever. He looks over the group, but doesn't seem to have any particular thoughts about them.
"Hey, my name is Allen Belmont, and I'll be transporting you to the academy. Any questions?"