Nicolai Dakari

Name: Dakari, Nicolai

Nickname(s): Servo, Nickel

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 177 lbs

Age: 29

Birthday: November 21st

Home Town: Celadon City

Orientation: Undefined/Asexual

Likes: Power, metal(the material, not the music), technology, shrimp(lol), intelligence, those who prioritize their desires over the opinions of others.

Dislikes: Pokemon, nature, religion, opinions, lies, stupidity, and those who are afraid to get their hands dirty..

Fears: Failure, Mewtwo, Regigigas, judgemental people.

Goals/Dreams: Unlike the other trainers of the world, all seeming to strive in some shape or form to advance the bonds of human and pokemon relations - Dakari aligns himself more along the lines of the shady figures who use Pokemon for their own selfish gains. His ultimate goal is to capture the pokemon powerful enough to grant his greatest desire.

Skills: Advanced computer analyst and programmer, High knowledge of different Pokemon species, attacks, and temperaments. Ability to blend in with a crowd. electrical engineering adept. Knows his way around a lock. Can be a team player or subordinate if it suits his needs.

Status: Hunter

Theme Song(s):
The day that never comes: Metallica
Bad guy: Eminem

Favorite Types: Fighting, Psychic, steel, electric.

Least Favorite Types: bug, water, grass, fire- pretty much anything that isn't on his favorite's list is disliked.

Personality: Driven, focused, committed. Appears as either extremely bubbly and social or depressed and angry with no in-between. Always displays the first three traits despite any given emotional state.

History:
Even Dakari has no idea where he spent the first few years of his life, though records obtained from a hospital terminal years later report him as being born in Cerulean City, Kanto. Dakari was raised in an orphanage just outside of Celadon city, growing up with many 'brothers and sisters' whose parents all shared the same line of work that caused them to abandon their children - Rocket operation's special enforcers (Lol R.O.S.E. Was a complete accident but I love it more now). Even without a true family to guide him, the male grew up in an otherwise average home with only a slightly less than advantageous life. He went to school, made friends, enjoyed hobbies, and one day considered becoming a professional trainer capable of toppling his region's elite four. However, by the time he had reached fourteen years old - the very organization that paid for the home in which they lived found itself in ruins, the police and 'brave' trainers who set about dismantling team rocket piece by piece clearly overlooking his would be family and their survival. In an attempt to help the foundation that had paved his entire life - Dakari set out with a few of his fellow orphans and stole several pokemon, vowing to join team rocket and their parents so that they could make the difference required to save the orphanage. Five years later he found himself alone, standing on the charred remains of an island that had been wiped clean as the result of the destructive force of a man-made Pokemon. Standing amongst the debris that day changed everything Dakari thought he knew about the world, knowing his friends were in prison, his parents were dead, and the corporation he had once admired was nothing more than the facade of strength. He changed his course of action then and dedicated himself to a very simple goal - A wish that would haunt anyone else. Dakari spent the next ten years tracking the creature he had seen that day, though never managed to get anywhere near the psychic type who seemed to understand and evade him at every turn. Dakari is aware that the pokemon understands his desire and fears capture - a point that drives him to give chase no matter where it may hide. Now he journies to Hoenn with new found skill and the remnants of those who still hunt him, seeking out other pokemon of legend who may yet draw out the cloned pokemon capable of granting his terrible wish.

Appearance/Physical Description: relatively pale, slender, and generally tired looking, Nicolai has red hair and deceptively bright blue eyes. He is known to exclusively wear an old Team rocket special OP's combat uniform but has taken great care to remove the rocket emblem from it. Despite this, the vague outline of the emblem remains if one takes real time out to observe the uniform which, despite how elite it may have looked in it's hay-day has now become completely worn and scratched in several places from extended travel across multiple regions. This uniform is equipped with a prototype stun based electrical field along the left arm for incapacitating enemies or stunning Pokemon without the need to battle them. He possesses very few scars but has several deep bruises beneath his uniform that never quite heal. Aside from this uniform, he tends to carry an overcoat with many items stashed inside that he uses throughout his travels. He carries a specially designed revolver that, in addition to looking menacing is entirely harmless - the internal mechanism inside long since becoming so damaged that only one round can be loaded manually via the chamber itself - which is reserved only for a tracking round (non-lethal).



Current status: After his most recent failure to capture target pokemon sent him quite literally back to the lab, Nicolai Dakari spent quite a bit of time hiding from the local authorities of Kanto for his crimes associating him to team rocket. When his hideout was most recently discovered, Dakari was forced to leave every bit of data he couldn't carry behind, as well as his collection of tracking Pokemon. With the lab scorched and his team taken from him by authorities, he fled to the Hoenn region - more determined than ever to acquire the legendary man-made pokemon he had failed to capture so many times. He has now decided that in order to blend in with the locals, re-aquire some pokemon, and avoid trouble - he will become an officially registered trainer. His new goals include exploration of the area, taking on gym challenges to gain access to even the most remote areas, and attempting to find a new place to create a base of operations.



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Sitting alongside a building adjacent to the police station, a figure stood in the shadows. The faint glow of his goggles was the only indication that there was anything at all in the deep brush - their mechanical components buzzing at a frequency nearly inaudible to anyone aside from the figure itself. He had been watching this town for nearly a month. Watching foot traffic, general security, and most importantly of all - the police force themselves. One individual on the night shift for the station had caught Nicolai's eye so he had taken special care to ensure he learned everything he could about his target. The result of this reconnaissance, or rather, this hunt lay behind him bound, unconscious, and nude in the bushes themselves. The poor man had never seen them coming. "How much longer Flux?" He asked curiously, turning his glowing eyes onto the small pokemon studying the unconscious officer intently. With about as much of a shrug as a creature with no actual shoulders could manage, the tiny pink Pokemon wriggled itself back against the wall and began to shift its form, growing and changing until it stood approximately six feet tall and very naked before offering its trainer a thumbs up that could only be accomplished with the new fingers it had grown. Despite the seemingly flawless transition into an exact replica of the balding man on the ground, flux knew what to do next, stepping so that he was face to face with his trainer and slowly rotating so that Nicolai could study him. Ditto was an incredible Pokemon, but very few of them could replicate a target with true one hundred percent accuracy. In Flux's case - the creature had a tendency to mismatch skin tones if done carelessly. Once his human seemingly approved, Flux knelt down and began to put on the human garments carefully as it had done so many times in the past. The Pokemon was familiar with its job as an infiltrator and that pleased Nicolai more than he would ever show. Once the laces of its boots were tied, Flux wiggled its toes and stood, unable to resist a quick smile before wincing at the expression his trainer wore. "Stop. You already can't speak so this entire thing is blown if you act out of character. This guy is an asshole who barely talks to his co-workers. That is why we chose him. Look mean. Meaner... Perfect." Nicolai nodded as flux slowly transitioned its expression into something much more close to menacing. With an expression like that there was very little chance, anyone else in the precinct would even attempt to greet him, let alone strike up an actual conversation. "Alright, you know what to do, simple infiltration and data wipe. Walk in, walk out - do not engage anyone. If you feel you are caught, you change back and let Quanta do the fighting. I will be here to cover you. Now go." Flux, for all of its inability to imitate human speech, was still able to mimic most basic sounds. And so it grunted, reaching out and taking the ball that was offered to it before strapping it along the policeman's belt. Once the pokemon started off across the street, Nick knelt back down where he was and switched his goggles to their secondary function - which connected them to a micro camera he had placed along the buttons on the uniform. Their journey to this place had been hell on earth. From one cargo hold to another they had been forced to remain hidden and hungry lest they risk capture and imprisonment. So long had it been in fact, that Nick had almost lost sight of his true hunt. Almost. He frowned in the dark, pressing a gloved hand to his throat gently and shivering. His target Pokemon had nearly killed him the last time, in that jungle where no one would have ever found his body. He would have died alone and nobody would have mourned him. That didn't bother the male nearly as much as knowing that when he died, so then would the memories of those that had died or lost their freedom before him. It would all be for nothing, and he could not accept that fate. "The day is long and the fox grows tired. But still, the hounds give chase, driven by their mindless bloodlust. One of these days you are going to help me whether you want to or not." He mused in a tone just above a whisper, shaking himself from his thoughts a moment when the man realized his gloved hand was squeezing his throat a little tighter than it probably should have been. He had failed so many times in the past. thirteen years of failures to be exact. But he was not ready to give up just yet. Every time he lost a fight, he gained something in return... Knowledge was power and if his failures had amounted to anything - he was now stronger than he had ever been. By the time Nicolai actually took the time to focus on what he was viewing through his digital display, the male nearly pissed himself - seeing his own reflection in them and staggering backward as he tore the goggles up and onto his forehead. "God damn it Flux." He snapped through gritted teeth, the very confused pokemon clicking its boots together and saluting Nicolai. For all of his focus and tenacity - he knew this little adventure had worn him to the point of exhaustion. With a reluctant sigh, the human nodded and took the offered Pokeball back, clipping it to his tarnished rocket special operations uniform while Flux seemed to quite literally melt back into its original form. Had Nick a sense of humor at the moment he would have laughed as he usually did. Watching a ditto shrink down into a pile of clothes was amusing no matter how serious one might be. But he was too tired to find joy in anything that wasn't a success. "I take it you had no problems with the task?" He asked, the little pink blob poking its head out from the mess of clothes it had worn and nodding happily. When Nick sighed next, it was one of relief, offering his outstretched hand and allowing the little pokemon to slither up and onto his shoulder. The journey had been hard. But assuming his Porygon had changed his status in the regional systems to captured and incarcerated in Kanto - things were about to get much easier. "Soon we can walk in the sun again. And this time when we find him, we are going to make that monster ours." Whether the sentiment was for flux, or for his own waning optimism regarding what most saw as an impossible task, remained to be seen. But as he stepped over the naked officer and began his walk toward their small, forest-bound camp, Nicolai forced a smile. Whether he won or lost made no difference - he took pride in the thrill of the hunt.