Viscadis Mahlee... (OTHER)

[Visca]

The Player:

OOC Account: Decimal
Age: Over 13
Activity Level: Just joined.
Other Characters: None at all. Must be pretty lonely for this one.

Basic Character Information:

Name: Viscadis "Shemp" Mahlee
Alias: Shemp or Visca
Gender: Male
Age: Nineteen
Allegiance: The Viscadis side.
Position: N/A
Species: Human
Sexuality: Heterosexual and something involving toasters


Hobbies:

• Standing atop cliffs while trying to look heroic or villainous
  
• Cooking up strange or borderline inedible foods
  
• Provoking anything that could kill him with little effort
  

Likes:

• Toasters
  
• Bread. Delicious, fluffy bread.
  
• Philosophy
  

Dislikes:

• The scenes in movies where the guy sacrifices himself to save the girl
  
• All the evil organizations running around everywhere
  
• Children
  

Physical Appearance
Information:

Hair Color:It’s deep purple, thanks to an incident involving qualot berries, but looks black from afar. His hair is in horrible shape, he’s never ever bothered taking care of it. It’s all tangled and messy. He lets the rain wash his hair for him.
Eye Color:Brown. Just brown. He always looks like he’s glaring though.
Height:Standing at 5’11 he’s not short, but he’s not tall either. As long as he can reach high shelves in stores and keep food out of Glimmer’s reach with little trouble he’s fine.
Build:He has muscle from all the traveling and mining he’s done but it’s all evened out. He doesn’t have any excess fat or excess muscle since he doesn’t really work out or eat much. He’s balanced.


Other Appearance Information:

He’s a man who lacks style and a sense of fashion. He only wears whatever he can afford, like winter beanies and cheap, low priced shirts. Since he’s a poor, jobless trainer he only changes his wardrobe when there’s irreparable damage to an item. He tries his best to prepare himself for any kind of weather condition. So what about what he’s currently wearing? For starters, he wears a gray beanie with a simple design on it. Four black horizontal arrows pointing down. He finds the beanie to be the best type of hat for him since it won’t fall off even if he’s upside down, it won’t get blown away by the wind, and it’s comfortable. He wears rim just above his eyes. He doesn’t want anyone reading the motion of his eyebrows to predict what he’s thinking.

His shirt is short sleeved and plain yellow. There’s only one thing that can be considered a decoration on it, the words ‘Kick Me’ written in black marker. Courtesy of Glimmer. Over it he has a dark green vest, not only to cover Glimmer’s wonderful art but also because it has numerous pockets, so he doesn’t need a bag or anything like that. He usually keeps the vest open so if anyone grabs it he can just abandon it without any hassle.

He wears loose fitting beige slacks. Again, they lack designs and decoration. They’re as plain as plain can be. For footwear he has tan colored sandals. Pants with sandals may sound and look ridiculous but Shemp’s always been all about comfort. However, he does have a pair of black snow boots tied to his belt, just in case.


Personal Related
Information:

Personality:

Personality? He’s a depressing person to be around, but not the “My life sucks, I should just die” depressing, more like the “Everyone you know and love is going to die. May not happen today, may not happen tomorrow, but rest assured, it’s going to happen eventually. What were we talking about again? Oh yeah, the weather.” He expects the worse from life so he doesn’t get disappointed later on. He’ll make the effort to complete a task but he’ll list off everything that could possibly go wrong. He can create a doomsday scenario for putting on shoes in the morning. But he doesn’t just blindly spout negativity. He’s always willing to explain his reasoning.

He hates everything except for his Pokemon, he can tolerate his Pokemon. He’s a hate vacuum that devours joy. He can hate even the most beautiful painting, he can loathe a newborn baby, he can detest a poor, crippled child, he can abhor an honest politician. He can find something to hate in anything and he’ll give the reasons why he hates that certain thing. But as said before, he can tolerate his Pokemon, only because they’re basically attached to him like barnacles. He’s had them for a good while but he still finds it hard to control them outside of battles, still, he actually enjoys their different personalities.
One good thing about his personality is that he’s practically fearless. While others believe that death is the worst thing that could ever happen to them, he goes beyond that. Death is a slap on the wrist compared to what he’s thought up. He laughs in the face of danger because he knows he’s going to die eventually, he sees no sense in avoiding it.

He’s really a dull person to be around. The most anyone can usually get out of him is philosophy 101. Well, he actually converses with his Pokemon.

History:

He was raised by his father in Lavender Town, located in the Kanto region. Ten years of blood, sweat, and tears. Mostly tears… The amount of crying that lonely man did when it came to memories of his wife was amazing. “It was all my damn brother’s fault!” “Why did she have to die so young?” “I have nothing to live for, I’m killing myself!” Shemp always saw him as a wimp. He took the first train out of cry-town as soon as he reached the age of ten, becoming a Pokemon trainer and starting a new life. He never really cared for the whole trainer scene at that time. He had a bad impression of trainers since his home acted like a rest stop for droves of them. He was made to sit and listen to them endlessly whine about Wobuffet and Tyranitar. About how they were unfair, that blah, blah, blah, blah… he hoped they would all die horrible, excruciating deaths in a real battle instead of those little boxed one versus one or two versus two bouts.

Of course, he failed at every single last gym challenge he took. They said he was breaking the rules. That such maneuvers were banned by the Elite Four. After being disqualified for the hundredth time for strapping a Sableye to his Cacnea’s back he gave up on gyms all together. He was a fool to think Hoenn or any other region would’ve been different from Kanto. He spent most of his time at Game Corners, trying his look on the slots. In fact he spent so much time there that he won a Porygon, though, it was a little odd and he had a feeling that it was malfunctioning. He also spent his time battling wild Pokemon, there were no rules in those kind of fights. He even captured a few of the ones he found to be especially strong.

Whenever he got the chance, he would dig up fossils from Sinnoh’s underground network of tunnels. Well, he only managed to find one fossil since the place was frequently visited. Whenever he got bored with a region he would move on to the next. He continued with that routine he finally went beyond Sinnoh, Hoenn, Johto, and Kanto. Whole traveling he did various odd jobs to make money, such as journalism, mining, and he even worked for an interstate delivery company. Eventually he ended up in Remoor by sheer luck. He was simply fishing in whirlpools when he got lost at sea.

He ended up in the Southern area of the region and has chosen to remain there even after visiting Nada Citadel.


Characters Pokemon:


Name: Rhamphor
Species: Aerodactyl
Age: Indefinite, was reanimated from fossilized DNA.
Level:41
Personality:In the past he was probably a fearsome creature whose very presence was enough to send his prey scurrying for shelter, but now, he’s just a lazy bum. All he does is eat and sleep, it’s surprising that he wasn’t born a Slaking. He’s probably the most uninspiring Aerodactyl in existence, he shames the entire species. But does he care? Not a chance. Though when provoked, he becomes uncivilized and brutal, relying on instincts, anger and raw physical might instead of tactics or fancy techniques. His rage is a frightening thing to behold.

Attacks:

• Roost
  
• Rest
  
• Ancient Power
  
• Crunch
  
• Scary Face
  
• Roar
  
• Earth Power
  
• Dragonbreath
  

Name: Remmy
Species: Porygon-Z
Age:30 years spent in the programming phase,
Level:51
Personality:After its program was modified for the third time it started stealing data from various satellites, both commercial and private. It’s an odd little Pokemon that says it frequently receives transmissions from other dimensions, and not only that, it also gets all regional weather forecasts. Shemp usually keeps it within arm’s reach at all times, when left unsupervised it becomes a walking time bomb.

Attacks:

• Tri Attack
  
• Conversion 2
  
• Psychic
  
• Signal Beam
  
• Discharge
  
• Lock-On
  
• Magnet Rise
  
• Recover
  

Name: Sorak
Species: Medicham
Age:28 Years
Level:55
Personality:He seeks the ultimate fight to the death and is constantly preparing himself for that faithful day. He becomes ruthless and relentless when in the presence of a powerful opponent. He has thrown away his species’ reliance on meditation in favor of a more direct training method. He finds that fighting anything that looks like a potential challenge to be the perfect training for one such as him. He never holds back, not even against weaker opponents. It’s just as he says, “My style is impetuous and my defenses are impregnable!”

Attacks:

• Force Palm
  
• Thunder Punch
  
• Fire Punch
  
• Ice Punch
  
• Brick Break
  
• Focus Blast
  
• Vacuum Wave
  
• Psycho Cut
  

Name:Simmer
Species: Cacturne
Age:17 Years
Level:53
Personality: He’s one flashy bipedal cactus. Everything he does has to be extravagant. He wants all eyes on him at all times, nothing can be bland. It all has to be made dynamic and exciting. Unsurprisingly, he’s given unconventional names to all of his attacks to, in his words, “Spice them up a bit.” Anyone who insults his extravagant taste had better be prepared to be on the receiving end of his Supreme Super Hot Salsa Simmer Fist.

Attacks:

• Needle Arm (Supreme Super Hot Salsa Simmer Fist)
  
• Sucker Punch (Mega Spicy Red Hot Chile Pepper Knuckle)
  
• Pin Missile (Burning Blister Volcano Barrage)
  
• Brick Break (Unstoppable Boiling Fever Chop)
  
• Dynamic Punch (Ultra Dynamic Rocket Punch)
  
• Teeter Dance (Seductive Sultry Simmer Samba)
  
• Counter (Magnificent Sizzling Desert Dust Devil)
  
• Spikes (Spicy Hotfoot Surprise)
  

Name: Glimmer
Species: Sableye
Age:15 Years
Level:50
Personality:He’s the most capricious of Shemp’s Pokemon. He is as likely to stir up trouble one day as he is to casually ignore aggression the next. His mood can change quickly and can range from one extreme to the next. He’s naturally attracted to gems, jewels, and other shiny objects.

Attacks:

• Fake Out
  
• Shadow Sneak
  
• Shadow Claw
  
• Dig
  
• Confuse Ray
  
• Dark Pulse
  
• Mud-Slap
  
• Detect
  

Name: Rotamuka
Species:Aggron
Age:30 Years
Level:48
Personality:Unlike the others, he’s not much of a conversationalist, but he’s quick to put up his fists in any argument. He’s reckless and Shemp often finds it hard to control him, even harder when he starts moving. But all Shemp has to do is point at an enemy and he turns into a guided bomb, running through all opposition to demolish the desired target. Crude, but effective. Finesse is a foreign word to this Aggron.

Attacks:

• Body Slam
  
• Iron Head
  
• Iron Tail
  
• Earthquake
  
• Giga Impact
  
• Dragon Rush
  
• Superpower
  
• Outrage
  

Role Playing
Sample:


So what if he had a bad start, it wasn’t his fault, right? Of course it wasn’t, anyone would’ve had the same result in that suspicious laboratory. It wasn’t all bad though; he did get the last word and a Pokemon, a Pokemon that he had no intention of releasing anytime soon. After training tons of the vicious little
creatures he knew that most of the time they were rage filled vessels of defiance. Who would let such a thing run wild?


Then again, maybe the Bulbasaur he received broke the mold; maybe it was kind and cheerful. Wait, how would he battle with something like that? He needed something ferocious, something savage, something that would instill fear into anything that dared challenge him, but that would just make him seem suspicious and he definitely wasn’t suspicious. Krappy prayed for a cheerful Bulbasaur, it was his only hope. He didn’t really have to hope though, only suspicious trainers got suspicious Pokemon. He definitely wasn’t suspicious.


Krappy looked around his surroundings, he didn’t realize it but the whole area was kind of suspicious. It looked like someone went through the place with a bulldozer or a lawnmower, a very good lawnmower. On any other day the route might have been good for Krappy but it looked like it rained recently, there was no way he was going to find mushrooms that didn’t start decaying yet without some trouble. Never before in his entire life had he hated the wet season. It wasn’t like that in Kanto, it hardly ever rained there.


Krappy shook his head; he needed to start moving, just standing in the middle of the path, making angry facial expressions was a little too suspicious. Not that he was suspicious or anything. He was about to start moving when realized something, he was on a path, a path. He couldn’t just seriously follow the path, where was the adventure in that? Plus, he heard about a crater in the center of the route, he was no path maker but he was sure no one would make a path through a crater unless they were suspicious or crazy. He was going to find that crater and he was going to take something from it, like a rock or something.


Well, doesn’t look like there are any Pokemon around here, I should be okay. He thought, walking off of the path and towards the surrounding forest. He was sure to find that crater if he just avoided the path, right?

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