allitersonance
Banned
One character per person, yeah.
Name: Alec
Species: Smeargle
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alec is fairly short and scrawny compared to most of the better-pampered smeargle owned by humans, and his fur is messy, tangled, and dirty. Small flecks of red paint can be found all over his fur, especially concentrated on his forepaws and feet. He has a black pawprint on his back. His tail leaks a bright red paint, and is the only clean part of his body. His ears are darker than usual and one has been thoroughly chewed on. There's usually something in his mouth, whether it's gum off the floor or a toothpick or a used cigarette.
Bio: Alec and his partner smeargle, Coldfoot, had been living in the streets of a large city for most of their lives. This was fairly common for pokemon that had once had owners, and many that didn't, although the humans had several cleanup units devoted to getting rid of the strays. Alec and Coldfoot most likely could have flown under the radar for ages, no problem, if it wasn't for their penchant for graffiti, stealing art-related items from various stores, and accosting random trainers in an attempt to copy as many moves as possible. Or doing drugs, for that matter. Coldfoot liked sticking needles in himself while Alec preferred just stuffing things into his mouth, and they liked that habit more than the effects of the drugs. Since Coldfoot tended to find used needles laying around, he rarely got anything more than a couple of human diseases.
It was only a matter of time before the cleaners found the smeargle in the act of stealing blocks of wood and knives to carve them, at which point they were picked up and thrown into cages. Naturally, these particular cleaners were Rocket grunts, so the smeargle got to live and do more crimes... they just weren't seen as equals, and they didn't like captivity. Nor did they like the idea of being stuffed into pokeballs. With the wide variety of moves they'd copied, Coldfoot and Alec managed to escape.
They went back to their old ways, or tried, but Coldfoot died quite randomly, just not waking up one day. Alec realised that the thing Coldfoot had injected himself with might have something to do with it, since there had actually been something inside. Alec was convinced that it was murder - someone had obviously planted some sort of poison - and that the Rockets knew where they were. He fled the city and eventually (after a couple of years at a grimer-infested dump, where he developed hallucinations about seeing his dead best friend), found himself in the ruins.
Personality: Alec is fairly sarcastic, but he prefers the brutal honesty route when he's not making any attempt at humour. He doesn't care about anyone else, and can be quite cruel in order to reinforce that point. He does things that could be considered nice, but tends to insult the other pokemon while doing it. He is secretive, mainly because he doesn't feel there's anything to share, but he's interested in finding out about anyone else's past. He aspires to copy every move that exists, ever.
Name: Alec
Species: Smeargle
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alec is fairly short and scrawny compared to most of the better-pampered smeargle owned by humans, and his fur is messy, tangled, and dirty. Small flecks of red paint can be found all over his fur, especially concentrated on his forepaws and feet. He has a black pawprint on his back. His tail leaks a bright red paint, and is the only clean part of his body. His ears are darker than usual and one has been thoroughly chewed on. There's usually something in his mouth, whether it's gum off the floor or a toothpick or a used cigarette.
Bio: Alec and his partner smeargle, Coldfoot, had been living in the streets of a large city for most of their lives. This was fairly common for pokemon that had once had owners, and many that didn't, although the humans had several cleanup units devoted to getting rid of the strays. Alec and Coldfoot most likely could have flown under the radar for ages, no problem, if it wasn't for their penchant for graffiti, stealing art-related items from various stores, and accosting random trainers in an attempt to copy as many moves as possible. Or doing drugs, for that matter. Coldfoot liked sticking needles in himself while Alec preferred just stuffing things into his mouth, and they liked that habit more than the effects of the drugs. Since Coldfoot tended to find used needles laying around, he rarely got anything more than a couple of human diseases.
It was only a matter of time before the cleaners found the smeargle in the act of stealing blocks of wood and knives to carve them, at which point they were picked up and thrown into cages. Naturally, these particular cleaners were Rocket grunts, so the smeargle got to live and do more crimes... they just weren't seen as equals, and they didn't like captivity. Nor did they like the idea of being stuffed into pokeballs. With the wide variety of moves they'd copied, Coldfoot and Alec managed to escape.
They went back to their old ways, or tried, but Coldfoot died quite randomly, just not waking up one day. Alec realised that the thing Coldfoot had injected himself with might have something to do with it, since there had actually been something inside. Alec was convinced that it was murder - someone had obviously planted some sort of poison - and that the Rockets knew where they were. He fled the city and eventually (after a couple of years at a grimer-infested dump, where he developed hallucinations about seeing his dead best friend), found himself in the ruins.
Personality: Alec is fairly sarcastic, but he prefers the brutal honesty route when he's not making any attempt at humour. He doesn't care about anyone else, and can be quite cruel in order to reinforce that point. He does things that could be considered nice, but tends to insult the other pokemon while doing it. He is secretive, mainly because he doesn't feel there's anything to share, but he's interested in finding out about anyone else's past. He aspires to copy every move that exists, ever.
