Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2017 15:27:00 GMT -7
Name: Blake Bodicker
Nickname: Bada$$, Buttkicker, Smart-Aleck
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: Healthy and Trim
Age: Early Twenties
Birthday: March 8th
Home Town: Detroit, Michigan
Orientation: Heterosexual
Likes: Money, Mayhem, Murder (Not actually!), being called Badass, lying, conning people, making more money, generally always winning, hanging out, loitering
Dislikes: "Cops, robocops, cybercops, undercops, overcops, Detective Looker, International Police, Trainers, Training, Kids, Kid Trainers, Trainer Kids, Training Kids, Kids training, and Pokemon. Yes, I said Pokemon."
Fears: "Being arrested! That's pretty much it. Prison aside, I'm FEARLESS."
Goals/Dreams: "Keeping the hell out of prison is a good start. Then I'd want to go and tick off as many people as possible without getting into prison again. And then it'd be to settle down in a nice cityscape, in this huge skyscr, with a menagerie of servants at my beck and call. And in case ya don't get it by now, goals and dreams are for the idealist trainers. "
Skills:
Exceptional Smart-aleck; will get into your mind,
Smooth talker from plenty of con-work in Team Rocket,
Pretty Good Fist-Fighter from lots of bar brawls,
Self-Proclaimed Rock'n'Roll Singer and Guitar Player
Amazingly-Gifted Procrastinator
Master Dirty Liar
Status: Trainer (Ex-Rocket Grunt)
Theme Song: Back in Black (AC/DC)
Favorite Types:
Dark, because Edgy
Bug, because Creepy
Ghost, because Hilarious
Least Favorite Types:
Fairy, because Wimpy,
Psychic, because Creepy,
Normal, because Normal,
Dragon, because Overused,
Personality: Overall a snarky smart-aleck still used to bossing people around as a Rocket Grunt; one who'd never developed any sort of fear of Pokemon Trainers. He's known for some extraordinary level of luck- because he'd probably be dead if he didn't have it- and yet he's not all bad a guy. In some cases he rubs people the wrong way with his witty witticisms and open, blunt, sometimes even non-sequitur remarks. He can prove to be quite the wild-card as a companion, seeing as what he does in terms of teamwork can vary anywhere from leaving you out to dry to sticking to your side.
History: Blake was born in-
Nickname: Bada$$, Buttkicker, Smart-Aleck
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: Healthy and Trim
Age: Early Twenties
Birthday: March 8th
Home Town: Detroit, Michigan
Orientation: Heterosexual
Likes: Money, Mayhem, Murder (Not actually!), being called Badass, lying, conning people, making more money, generally always winning, hanging out, loitering
Dislikes: "Cops, robocops, cybercops, undercops, overcops, Detective Looker, International Police, Trainers, Training, Kids, Kid Trainers, Trainer Kids, Training Kids, Kids training, and Pokemon. Yes, I said Pokemon."
Fears: "Being arrested! That's pretty much it. Prison aside, I'm FEARLESS."
Goals/Dreams: "Keeping the hell out of prison is a good start. Then I'd want to go and tick off as many people as possible without getting into prison again. And then it'd be to settle down in a nice cityscape, in this huge skyscr, with a menagerie of servants at my beck and call. And in case ya don't get it by now, goals and dreams are for the idealist trainers. "
Skills:
Exceptional Smart-aleck; will get into your mind,
Smooth talker from plenty of con-work in Team Rocket,
Pretty Good Fist-Fighter from lots of bar brawls,
Self-Proclaimed Rock'n'Roll Singer and Guitar Player
Amazingly-Gifted Procrastinator
Master Dirty Liar
Status: Trainer (Ex-Rocket Grunt)
Theme Song: Back in Black (AC/DC)
Favorite Types:
Dark, because Edgy
Bug, because Creepy
Ghost, because Hilarious
Least Favorite Types:
Fairy, because Wimpy,
Psychic, because Creepy,
Normal, because Normal,
Dragon, because Overused,
Personality: Overall a snarky smart-aleck still used to bossing people around as a Rocket Grunt; one who'd never developed any sort of fear of Pokemon Trainers. He's known for some extraordinary level of luck- because he'd probably be dead if he didn't have it- and yet he's not all bad a guy. In some cases he rubs people the wrong way with his witty witticisms and open, blunt, sometimes even non-sequitur remarks. He can prove to be quite the wild-card as a companion, seeing as what he does in terms of teamwork can vary anywhere from leaving you out to dry to sticking to your side.
History: Blake was born in-
"Now hold it one dang minute! This is MY biography, and I'M ME, and who could talk about ME better than ME? I don't need some nutzo biographer to tell you about me, because that's my job- you dig? Good. Now let's get it on!
Right, so Detroit. That's what you need to know. Detroit is where I was born, and I don't think you want to know about my parents. Especially if they were Clarence Bodicker and some lady. Do I even need to tell you how hard it is to live as the descendant of a crime boss and some lady? And I didn't even know; I was a frikkin' baby. Heck, I didn't even know my dad was Clarence Bodicker until, like, years after after some robotic cop killed him. I got his glasses, though, as proof; heck, they're refurbed.
Fine, call me a liar. Maybe I'm not the son of Clarence Bodicker; maybe I'm lying. Y'know it's kind of hard keeping track of your ancestry when you grew upon the dirty, crime-filled streets of Detroid- OKAY? Okay, cool.
Either way, presuming I am the illegitimate son of a dead crime lord, I didn't exactly have the talent to take on his criminal kingdom, okay? So I went and joined another one- and traveled all the way to Japan for it. There just wasn't any room for another street rat like me- not when there were mechanical COPS roaming the streets. But hey, I joined Team Rocket; and despite my astounding tail of a criminal legacy, those butts at the Recruitment center put me up as a GRUNT- can you believe it? I think, with my qualifications, I deserved to start as an admin!
In Team Rocket I was right at home, though. Broke all the rules, played all the fools, and generally I made a jacka$$ out of myself. Definitely developed some nice skill in what we in TR call "Team Rocket Mercantile", that being selling stuff to people for extortionately high prices. Then robbing it off of them again. Rinse and repeat. But I won't go over the details of that, seeing as even Team Rocket couldn't see just how awesome I was and get me into the Admins' ranks. It's all in the past.
Why? Because nowadays Team Rocket's gone to heck in a handbasket and I ended up getting arrested. Finally- to think such an end could come to a would-be crimelord like me. Inconceivable. But it happened. And only recently I've been behaving like a good boy and being on my best behavior so robotic cops don't come and strangle me in my sleep. Ngh- still gives me nightmares. Although I do have a comparatively overbearing cop not unlike that one guy; this cop-ette who's not even pretty but follows me around everywhere I go like some obsessed waifu. I think that's the definition of a parole officer. Even to the ends of the earth, with every region I go, starting right from pretty old Kanto.
So yeah! Bad guy on parole, that's me; and that's it. Might seem like a long-winded or short-winded tale, but either way you should take into account the fact that I'm a liar. But that's it! Peace out, lovelies!"
"... Can you fly, Pidgey?"
Right, so Detroit. That's what you need to know. Detroit is where I was born, and I don't think you want to know about my parents. Especially if they were Clarence Bodicker and some lady. Do I even need to tell you how hard it is to live as the descendant of a crime boss and some lady? And I didn't even know; I was a frikkin' baby. Heck, I didn't even know my dad was Clarence Bodicker until, like, years after after some robotic cop killed him. I got his glasses, though, as proof; heck, they're refurbed.
Fine, call me a liar. Maybe I'm not the son of Clarence Bodicker; maybe I'm lying. Y'know it's kind of hard keeping track of your ancestry when you grew upon the dirty, crime-filled streets of Detroid- OKAY? Okay, cool.
Either way, presuming I am the illegitimate son of a dead crime lord, I didn't exactly have the talent to take on his criminal kingdom, okay? So I went and joined another one- and traveled all the way to Japan for it. There just wasn't any room for another street rat like me- not when there were mechanical COPS roaming the streets. But hey, I joined Team Rocket; and despite my astounding tail of a criminal legacy, those butts at the Recruitment center put me up as a GRUNT- can you believe it? I think, with my qualifications, I deserved to start as an admin!
In Team Rocket I was right at home, though. Broke all the rules, played all the fools, and generally I made a jacka$$ out of myself. Definitely developed some nice skill in what we in TR call "Team Rocket Mercantile", that being selling stuff to people for extortionately high prices. Then robbing it off of them again. Rinse and repeat. But I won't go over the details of that, seeing as even Team Rocket couldn't see just how awesome I was and get me into the Admins' ranks. It's all in the past.
Why? Because nowadays Team Rocket's gone to heck in a handbasket and I ended up getting arrested. Finally- to think such an end could come to a would-be crimelord like me. Inconceivable. But it happened. And only recently I've been behaving like a good boy and being on my best behavior so robotic cops don't come and strangle me in my sleep. Ngh- still gives me nightmares. Although I do have a comparatively overbearing cop not unlike that one guy; this cop-ette who's not even pretty but follows me around everywhere I go like some obsessed waifu. I think that's the definition of a parole officer. Even to the ends of the earth, with every region I go, starting right from pretty old Kanto.
So yeah! Bad guy on parole, that's me; and that's it. Might seem like a long-winded or short-winded tale, but either way you should take into account the fact that I'm a liar. But that's it! Peace out, lovelies!"
"... Can you fly, Pidgey?"