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Madd
Sept 14, 2008 11:52:39 GMT -5
Post by Madd on Sept 14, 2008 11:52:39 GMT -5
The Player:
OOC Account: Feather Age: 16 Activity Level: Extremely Active Other Characters: Enigma, Dalton, and Aubre
Basic Character Information:
Name: Madilyn Brown Alias: Maddie, Madd Gender: Female Age: 19 Alleigance: N/A Position: Self-proclaimed Thug Species: Blaziken Morph Sexuality: Bisexaul
Hobbies:- Martial Arts
- Reading Gory Action novels
- Smoking
- Having "friendly" debates with her Pokemon
- Doing anything dangerous.
Likes:- Power
- Cigarettes
- Releasing Anger
Dislikes:- Wimps
- Sentimentality
- Do-gooders
- Authority
- Babbling
- Gossip
Physical Appearance Information:
Hair Color: Auburn Eye Color: Orange Height: 6'7" Build: Muscular, and slightly chunky.
Other Appearance Information: Madilyn towers over most females she's ever met. This likely as something to do wit the Blaziken DNA in her blood. The girl's frame is in no way lacking-she doesn't dream of being am model after all. What she wants is cracked skulls, and revenge, not compliments.
Her skin is tan, but not as you would think it would be. After all if someone watches Madd she spends 90 % of her time out doors. Freckles are dotted across various parts of her body, but seem to avoid her face Of course this doesn't mean her skin is unblemished--not even close. Of course she always wears heavy clothes, so you can't see the heavy duty scarring; but it's there. What is ? Well to start out--there is a line of "x" stitch scars around her neck, right above her top vertebrae. On her right shoulder tough is perhaps the most embarrassing of all. A giant "R" is burnt into her skin--a brand put there by rocket, Directly underneath it is a tiny little "B" which no doubt stands for Bastard--or as he used to be known; Bug.
Hair? Well of course she has some, she's a brute not a chemotherapy patient(No offense to anyone..ya know). The style surprisingly enough seems to be from a fashion magazine, and is a feathered version of a pixie cut. Of course rides on her Motorcycle, and the goggles/sunglasses, usually found resting atop of her head leave it constantly mussed. Of course she does have a few pokmorphic patches of hair--one rings both of her hands(much like the arms of a blaziken) is tan in color, and feels like straw. The other is the same color, and lines her feet. Those feet are normally found stuck in combat boots, the Blaziken fur is allwoed to hang out as it chooses.
She does have a few more pkemorphic features, the first being her fire like eyes. IT seems they constantly switch from warm color to warm color, and the fluid around them is yellowed instead of clear. Besides that she has a tail, much like that of a duck, but she wears her pants loose enough so it isn't noticed. Lastly, and perhaps worst of all is her left foot. While her fight is the normal five digited deal--the left resembles a furry, compacted bird talon.
Clothing? No she's not a nudist either. What she does adore is dark clothes. Whether its biker vests, leather jackets, or shorn off tanktops, she is always at the top of Gangster/Thug fashion. This includes her sporting busted lips, broken noses, and more then a few black eyes. A bulge in her breast pocket always confirms her normal stash of drugs or at least her daily pack of cigarettes.(They're a nice way to disguise any smoke billowing from her mouth)
Personal Related Information:
Personality: Simply put Madd is a complete bitch, and reflects the ideals of Pravus much more then that of everyday society. She doesn't care who, or what you are--you'll have no mercy from her lashing tongue. If she finds that you look like shit--she'll tell you.
Well she has to treat her Pokemon better--no not really. If her Pokemon yell, scream, threaten, or attack she is not afraid to get into a miniature wrestling match. Oddly enough they put up with it--the team works like a pack, with Maddie and Yaku at their head. To sum it up: You push her, she'll shove back! So be careful.
The word thug being commonly used to describe her doesn't mean she's stupid. In fact she possesses a keen intelligence honed to a lethal edge by many betrayals and trials. Never is a situation examined with trust--there has to be an ulterior for a nice act. She will think about the consequences of actions outside the heat of battle. Wary, cautious, but at the same time stubborn, when it comes to a battle of city wits, Madd is a excellent opponent. Not to mention she does have a good knowledge of directions, and random medical facts. Occasionally reading out of sheer boredom comes in handy.
IN BATTLE: Madd for the most part loses her brain, and replaces it with raw ferocity. She goes for unpredictability rather then strategizing. If it will win her a battle she is in no way afraid to step into a blow. It is well known that she is a thrill seeker.
A sarcastic, smart ass, cynical, city-minded, unpredictable bitch. If you needed one sentence--you have one.
History: MAddie was born to business Thomas Brown, and Pokemon Doctor; Eleanor around two decades ago. The girl was a only child --like her mother. Her father on the other hand had two brothers, one roughly 10 years older who left before he got to know him, and one a year or younger then himself.
Up until the age of ten Madd's childhood was normal--besides the fact that she was spoiled rotten. A few days after her tenth birthday everything changed, when the girl walked into the main room of their two story house the phone rang. It was her father's employers. About a month later the family was packed---and shipped off to the Johto region--it seemed her father had been transferred.
As they were packing their boxes her Father went and called someone else--who it was she didn't find out until a few months later.
The move was what did it--all of her friends, Pokemon, and most of her personal objects were left behind in the move. The ferry they took didn't have a allowance for all of it. Mayhaps it was the lack of things to do, or the strange surroundings, but after the move their nice little daughter turned into a quiet, cynical, wicked , brat.
A month or so after the move the girl answered the phone once again, and answered with: "What the heck can you want with us!? If you're selling damn satellite service we are NOT interested." The line was silent for a second, but was soon filled with: "Hello Madelyn. I must speak with your father." The girl considered hanging up then and there--but something about this guy intrigued her. So with a bit of huffing and puffing she took the phone to her father. "Here loser." Then without another word she stomped back to her own room in the corner of the house. A half an hour later, maybe a full hour later she was woken up by a receiver by her ear. "Hello again Madilyn." "Don't call me that! Who are you and what do you want!? You're a pedophile aren't you!?" A hollow kind of laughter echoed through the phone. "I am your uncle--and your father says you are becoming rather hard to deal with. So he asked if I could talk with you." Talk he/se did. A few hours later Madilyn hung up the phone, no less angry, but a lot more subtle about it. He had given her a option--she could come stay with him for a week or two--which was waaay better then this hellhole.
The meeting was rather awkward--the meeting at the airport was creepy. The man had be at least half a foot taller then her father, and his Xatu seemed--off for some reason. They spent the two weeks in his mansion, the odd ting was whenever she asked about his occupation he'd say: "This and that--my Pokemon sometimes help. Nothing groundbreaking." The man was as frustrating as a padlock, but he was better then her constantly smiling cyborg-like parents. At least he was willing to agree that their were problems.
When the plane home landed in Johto the girl turned back into her new bitchy self.
Over the next three years she talked to her Uncle--he had to be her favorite family member. It was obvious from the way he talked about his job he was a Police officer of some kind--spying and such. Over the phone he even helped her become set up for martial arts training, much to her pleasure. Then the conversations stopped--all the computer IMs ended, and all of the picture chats ground to a halt.
Trust sucks--no doubt her father hated her uncle and had finished it!
Bastard. Not bothering to say goodbye she snuck out her room one night. Leaving the little hicktown she had been forced to move into (it was a hicktown compared to Starbright) she headed toward Cerulean. The stolen money in her pocket fueled stays in filthy hotel rooms for weeks.
More then long enough to meet Bug. His real name was Bradley--but his big innocent eyes, and ability to hide made her start using the nickname. Te girl became Madd in the same way. Unlike him Madd had no Pokemon--while he had a level 20 Chimchar. Bugg had the tongue of a master salesman, and convinced her to join the same organization as he had.
Of course she didn't notice the new Pokeball on her friends belt when she signed up. It seemed she was a Rocket Grunt--that sounded like fun. She knew they were criminals, but the job couldn't be that hard! After all she had always liked the idea of beating something with a bat--of course she imagined it being her father's boss; bastard had ruined his life.
Of course it didn’t take her long to realize that something was wrong with her room--the door had no knob on the inside, and she herself had never been granted a Pokemon. On one of her days off , with Bug she pinned him to the walls. At the age of 16 at the time she was much more aware of the smirks, and laughs. "What the hell did you get paid for Bug?!" Her former friend merely laughed at her, earning a slam against the wall in reply. Before she could hear her answer, his Infernape slammed a fire ringed fist into the back of her skull.
Weeks ..days..hours..months..a long time later she came to in a white sheeted hospital bed. Outside in the hallway the sneering voice of bug chatted with a scientist or nurse of some kind. The conversation went unheard by madd--currently she was trying to deal with the pain raging throughout her body. It originated in her back and spread down, only then did she notice the IV sticking out near her right ear. Before she could investigate further the nurse came into the room--and the girl forced herself to close her eyes. She didn't want to be discovered until she knew what was going on. "Take tat Pravus--we may be behind you..but we do learn..Experiment a success..vitals steady..good..very good. Of course we do have to work on the scarring.--Though I do like what Mr. Virbrae did with the knife on her right shoulder--very creative." Instantly her now orange eyes flashed open, and she rolled from the bed to the floor. The Iv popped out, followed by a fountain of blood. Ignoring her own injure(and her hospital attire) Madd ran off, being sure to break the scientist's nose with a well placed punch first.
Running through the hallway she made her way toward the smell of fresh air, her barefoot smacking loudly on the tile. A trail of blood and gore made it rather easy to follow--but before nay pursuers caught her, she ran into Bug. Somewhere between the hospital, dorms, and the exit she ha found a baseball bat, a metal one no less. Putting her new genes to work she swung the long stick, smashing it into his smirking face.
Minutes later, she was dressed in a new set of clothes, of course the boots were too tight, and the pants were to short--but it was better then a uniform from a hospital. Slamming open the exit door, she left a bleeding, maimed grunt on the floor. Pretty good for a bleeding girl--it seemed police training came in handy.
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Hours later.
The girl finally ground to a halt, blood pooling on the ground below her, and exhaustion weighing down her limbs. Without a word she passed out in a large pile of trash. Before she drifted into unconsciousness she felt a pull on her left ear, opening her eyes she found a Poochenya standing above her, his little fangs attempting to rip it off--for a snack mayhaps?
The little puppy looked miserable--all bones and hollows. But both of his baby blue eyes glowed with a inner flame; of course that didn't stop Madd from grabbing him around the neck, and throwing him away. The thing wasn't even worth the bat! But he wouldn't leave her alone!
So without a word she rose from the pile of trash and walked to the nearest Pokemon center, claiming a battle had gone wrong she allowed them to bandage her up. They also fed the emaciated Poochenya(who had followed her) and left the two in their own room for the night.
The first night the pair merely glared at each other, both too tired to move, but each tempted to rip the other to shreds. After a good respite the pair moved on.
A brief stop at home showed Madd one thing--her parents had been glad when she'd left. The house was abandoned, and everything gone.
For another year she wandered around, gathering money (through various Pokebattles with her new companion--Yakuza the Poochenya. What they lacked in actual training/bonding the pair made up for with sheer ferocity. Eventually they won enough money to return to Remoor.
But...she was tempted by a black beauty--the Motorcycle was gorgeous, and just her kind of thing. So they opted(well she) gathered up enough money to add that to the barge.
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When they arrived Remoor had yet to experience war. It was still the peaceful age of gym leaders, Bill and James, and little annoying Pravus. The girl was given Mafia's egg by a sailor--and soon added a Slugma to her list of Pokemon.
A year was wasted looking for her Uncle--it was as if he had disappeared into thin air. What little patience she had left to search was destroyed at the beginning of the war.
Hiding out in the bad part of Nada the girl easily rode through the war--admiring the booms, and deaths that came with it. If only she had signed up! Ah well---
When the first big battle ended the girl ventured out to the bar, and stumbled upon a meeting of smugglers. This Skarmory was supposedly the bane of the Professor of Remoor--untameable, and unapproachable. The girl handed over the money and took in the walking tin can of a bird.
They've been trying to train her for six months straight, and have succeeded in some ways/
Currently she thieves, purse robs, and occasionally works as a clerk at Keenan's to get by.
All with Yakuza(Damn bastard), Mafia (her little Queen), and Thrash(Crazy bitch) by her side.
Characters Pokemon:
Name: Yakuza Species: Mightenya Age: 11 years Level: 68 Personality: This guy is not one to be trifled with. Raised in the streets he had to fight for everything he had--and only survived through sheer dirty play, tenacity, and brute force. This fellow is constantly butting heads with his trainer, and is no less of a hothead now then he was when they met 5 years ago. Attacks:- Roar
- Swagger
- Sucker Punch
- Crunch
- Payback
- Substitute
- Giga Impact
- Fire Fang
Name: Mafia(Mafi) Species: Macargo Age: 3 years Level: 62 Personality: Contrary to her fiery looks, this Magcargo is what the others refer to as the "Cool princess". Every word hides a threat, yet every word is delivered with cool indifference. The Magcargo surprisingly enough is spoiled; and she has never had to want for anything. This little girl loves getting her..well shell dirty with blood. Yet if you need assistance you can cry all night--she will watch you sink.
Attacks:- Harden
- Lava Plume
- Smog
- Ancient Power
- Flamethrower
- Rock slide
- Body Slam
Name: Thrash Species: Skarmory Age: 29 years Level: 58 Personality: Thrash; to put it nicely is eccentric. In Madd's own terms, she is Fuckin' crazier then a cornered anima. The Skarmory trusts no one, and what little intelligence it does possess is hidden under layers of extreme aggression. Of course spending years trapped in a 3x3 cage does that to some folks. She also hoardes food..try to touch it...I dare you. The top of her beak is badly chipped, and a few of her feathers are missing. One thing is for sure--do not bring Thrash out unless you want an opponent dead.
Attacks:- Fury Attack
- Air Slash
- Metal sound
- Night Slash
- Agility
- Sand Attack
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Madd
Sept 18, 2008 18:32:46 GMT -5
Post by marill on Sept 18, 2008 18:32:46 GMT -5
Accepted.
Any doubt it wouldn't be?
Moving to other :3
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