Post by Inkythulhu on Sept 13, 2010 3:38:22 GMT -5
Name: Maverick Van Rossum
Age: 25, March 25th, 1986
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, bi-curious
Occupation: If he's not busy with this, he'll often do odd jobs for a bit of extra cash.
Affiliation: A member of the Yakuza gang, the right hand man of the gang boss, Kamui.
Party:
Maverick's PC
Supplies:
-Pokeball x5
-Cigarettes, lighter, matches
-Buck knife
-Brass knuckles
-Sansa music player, wall charger
-Two Beretta 92FS semi-automatic handguns, extra rounds
Appearance: [x] - [x]
Standing at six feet four inches and weighing two hundred pounds, Maverick is no light weight. Lean muscle covers his body, showing how active a life he leads. He has a distinct look to him, from his face to the relaxed way he holds himself. His nose is rather large, so much so that many find it unattractive. His ears are strangely pointed at the tops, a birth defect he's not shy about. He has near almond-shaped eyes, hued in an incredibly dark green. Under his eyes are heavy rings from lack of sleep and previous drug usage. Accenting his pointed chin is a black goatee, matching his thick eyebrows. He has raven black hair, stick straight and reaching to his mid-back. His skin, surprisingly smooth, is a pleasant blend of peach and russet with a golden touch to it, showing his mixed heritage. Probably the most startling thing about him are the scars on his back. A rather large set of slash-type scars almost cover his back, from his Tyranitar, Gwain. A twin pair of gun shot scars complete the array, one close to his spine on his mid-to-lower-back, the other lower and more to the right.
As for dress, Maverick tends to wear what ever he likes. Which is what ever is clean and comfortable. His trademark outfit, though, is fairly simple. He wears a cropped green tank top with netting sewn to the bottom hem. The netting tucks into his pants, hiding the loose elastic edge. Over this he wears a rusty, terra cotta dyed suede jacket, the hood of which is lined with cream fur. A single, large, steel button is all that will fasten the jacket in front. Loose, dark blue jeans hang at his hips, kept in place by black leather belt with a steel gray buckle. Calf high, black leather, steel toe boots cover his feet. Keeping his long hair tied back in a loose pony tail is a simple, light gray hair band. Doesn't keep his hair from his face, but it keeps the majority from getting too badly tangled. Around his left wrist is a thick, faded black leather braided bracelet, the clasp of which is a steel snap.
Face Claim: --
Personality: To put it plainly, Maverick is an ass. He's rude, crude, and generally socially unacceptable. He thinks he's big dog in the house and will not hear it otherwise. To him, no one has the authority to tell him what to do. Blunt in the worst way, he won't beat around the bush to make things easy for people. And, in all honesty, he rather likes to make things difficult for people. He very much likes to tease people and laugh at others mistakes, but only because he himself can take some teasing and taunting. And this is just him when he's in a good mood. It doesn't get much better.
When in a bad mood, things get worse. His temper is more prone to flare up and get the better of him. He'll fly off in a tirade of swearing and rude gestures at the smallest prod. It's worse, in fact, if he doesn't verbally vent off his anger. If he remains quiet, he's more prone to let the fists fly and wail on something or someone. He has a stage of anger in which he will no longer care about anything, something of a 'rage mode'. Only Gwain and Loki know how to calm him down, so pray they are around to stop him.
Maverick has a tendency to drink as well, though it is not a full blown problem. When sober, he can be as stated above; a simple ass. If tipsy or buzzed, he becomes clingy, a bit ragged around the edges emotionally, and will not take 'no' for an answer when he wants to cuddle. When drunk, he becomes playful, if a bit lusty, and is seriously amusing to watch. If totally shitfaced...Lock him in a room and don't let him out until it's over. He'll become sadistic/masochistic, and loses the vast majority of his few morals. He really needs a warning label, no? But, as said, he's not an alcoholic. What his problem is are cigs. He LOVES his cigarettes. All but chain smokes 'em too. Do NOT take them away from him, unless you're fond of wearing your rump as a hat.
A very small part of him, he keeps stashed away under layers and layers of masks. Maverick is still very much a kid in some ways, in spite of his sinful way of life. He loves games of tag and 'catch me if you can!', and he has a seriously major soft spot for mothers. He never really knew his real mom, and this part of him doesn't was another kid to go through that. And while he's most definitely NOT fond of children, he won't stand by if they are in danger. He'll even rush headlong into battle if a child's life is as stake. If allowed to sink into a saddened or depressed state, he'll withdraw into himself. He knows what kind of monster he is, and tries his best to ignore it. His masks of self confidence and jerkiness do well to cover just how raw he is underneath.
Other: Maverick has a love for music, and has often said he might have gone insane without it. It's one of the few things that makes him truly happy.
Theme Song(s): Maverick Mix
Family:
-Nina Van Rossum
Mother, Deceased
-Edwin Van Rossum
Father, Estranged
-Haidee Van Rossum
Stepmother, Estranged
-Capricia Van Rossum
Sister, Estranged
-Bryant Van Rossum
Half-brother, Has never met.
History: When he was born, neither of his parents knew what kind of life he would lead. But the Van Rossum couple knew, just by the glint in his eyes, that he'd get into trouble. It's why they named him Maverick. Oh, if only they knew...
Even from a very young age, Maverick made himself known. He was loud, bossy, and, even with his fiendish grin, he was devilishly cute. That was why his parents couldn't keep a stronger hand on him; he could just give a cute look and worm his way out of trouble. His acting out only got worse when his mother died giving birth to his younger sister. He carried a lot of resentment for his sister. In his eyes, it was her fault he no longer had a mother. Even when, a couple of years later, his father remarried, he didn't calm down. In fact, this new woman trying to replace his real mom only drove him to more desperate measures.
At the age of eight, Maverick committed his first crime. His family lived near a Pokemon breeding farm. Late one night, he snuck out and drifted away to the farm. In a stroke of luck, he managed to steal an olive green egg that had a scarlet diamond on the front. A Larvitar egg. The egg soon hatched, and days later, the boy's family discovered what had happened. It an attempt to make things right, his father tried to return the baby Pokemon to the farm. But the young 'Mon had already imprinted on Maverick, and would not be left. It had even whipped up a wicked Sandstorm to drive its point home. It would NOT leave Maverick. In the confusion, both boy and Pokemon escaped, running away.
Since, Maverick has 'been on his own'. Making his own way, as it were. He hopped from gang to gang for a while, looking for the strongest of the strong. Even when he was in a gang, he took care of himself. Nimble with his hands, he was able to steal money from pockets and food from tables, all without getting caught. As he grew older, though, this became harder and harder for him. He was growing taller, and his hands larger, and this made for a poor thief. So he focused more on raising his Larvitar, whom he'd named Gwain. If he couldn't take things quietly, then he'd take them by force. He was quick to challenge people for anything, from food to money to trinkets he found that he liked. No money? Then pay with that pocket watch. If there were no Pokemon to fight, then Maverick himself would do the fighting. Both he and Gwain became skilled at what they did...And noticed...
Rebels...They wanted him to help in their 'cause'. Maverick was all for tossing out the nobles and royalty, that much was certain. But these people were near crazed in their hate of the nobles. Sure, Maverick would just as soon punch a noble as help them, but driving families from their homes? Where did that fit in? Just because he liked chaos, didn't mean he liked to hear babies crying and mothers weeping...He stayed out of it. Far out of it. Maybe too far...He fell in with a small group of people that didn't want to fight in someone else's war. Just common folk. At the time, things were cosher. A-ok. Until...
Drugs. It started off with a bit of pot here, a bit of weed there. Not the worst stuff imaginable. And, hey, it made ignoring the war that much easier. To fit in with this gang of people, sure, he did a few joints. What harm could it do, right? Dead. Wrong. It didn't stop with pot. One night, they decided to stick powered cocaine under his nose why he was asleep. He couldn't help but inhale it. He choked and gagged, jerking awake. Even as he did so, they shoved more under his large nose. He didn't want it, but he soon became stoned off his rocker. That night was a blur, as were many after that. Things were done, with or without his consent. They got him into the habit, and he soon was snorting the crack snow up like a pro. He came to like the jittery feelings he got from it, came to enjoy it. And he wanted it more and more...
Needles. That was the next step. Meth. He had little choice. Either he start injecting himself, or they'd do it for him. That was how it was. Every time they got their grubby hands on a new drug, they had to make everyone in the gang addicted to it. They felt superior that way, like gods, handing out pleasure and pain. And these simple men playing god took it way too far one night. Maverick was beginning to realize just how wrong he'd gotten, especially when his one and only friend in the world began to ignore him. He was trying to stop, ween himself off the drugs. Gwain, then a Pupitar, kept watch over him, but would not help. The stupid human had gotten himself into this, he could get himself out. Soon, the gruff Pokemon was proven wrong. Late at night, a few of the oldest in the gang stalked up on the fretfully sleeping Maverick, drugs in hand. They knew they were losing control of him, and they were gonna fix it.
It was over long before it began. Cocaine shoved up his nose, forcing him to breath it in, and meth filled needles assaulting his arms, only a single, strangled scream escaped the boy. He was quickly tossed into a zombie-like state; his mind was hyper aware of what was going on, but his body refused to do anything but lay there limply. The men loomed over him continued their attack, pinning him and holding him...Touching him...He wanted to scream, to fight, but nothing came...The only thing that saved him, if you could call it a rescue, was a deafening roar. A familiar sandstorm took over the area, and the rest was little more than a blur.
Maverick woke up five days later, laying on his belly, hooked into monitors and IV. He was in a hospital. A rather large shape loomed over him, which nearly made him pass out all over again. It was a Tyranitar. A bandaged one at that. When the doctor watching over him returned, she filled him in as best she could. From what was found out, Maverick had been assaulted, heavily drugged, and raped. When his Pupitar discovered this, it became enraged and evolved into a Tyranitar. Guns were drawn, and both Pokemon and trainer were injured when they fled the scene. The doctor added that the young man was very lucky to be alive, and that he should take care of himself better. Yeah, easier said than done.
It took two long years for Maverick to break his drug habits. Even then, his body craved something, ANYTHING. That was when he started smoking. Better to smoke than do drugs, right? He was about twenty-two by this time. He changed cities, but stayed basically the same. And, of course, he had his greatest and only friend, Gwain, by his side still. The great reptile impressed him, and really made him rethink what loyalty was all about. Maverick still 'gang hopped', but watched better for warning signs that he'd been in one spot too long. Until staying put payed off. The little guy just seemed to beg for attention. A young pup, of a rare variety. A Riolu. The little whelp caught the fiendish man's eye instantly.
The challenge was issued. Maverick decided he wanted the Riolu, and challenged it's owner to a battle. If Maverick won, he took the pup. If the other trainer won, he got the rights to breed Gwain until he'd gotten an egg of satisfaction. It was a fair trade, with as powerful as Gwain was, and given the reptile's heritage as a breeder. The trainer sent out his Pokemon, the poor thing. It was no contest, really. The Riolu soon found that it had a new owner. Maverick promptly nicknamed the pup Loki, feeling that the name would suit him. Since, the pup has never strayed too far from the young man, enjoying the spoiling he got. Loki really wasn't getting spoiled, but with as little attention as he got from his last owner, Maverick seemed to devote so much time to him!
It's been yet another two years since those events. Maverick has relaxed some, settling into a gang finally. Not too many demands, plenty of action to keep away the doldrums, and not too many people mess with him. Hell, this is the life! Damn straight...
RP Sample
Okay, yeah, that didn't go well at all. At least we won... A tall, lean man leaned against a brick wall, gritting his teeth. He shook his head, glaring down the alley he was hidden in. Barely... He cringed at the thought, looking down at the red and white orb clenched in his fist. Within, his oldest friend rested. Did the great beast pay the price for his human's foolish pride? The man stood straight, gazing up at the clouded over sky. As if to match his mood, a few lonely drops of rain fell from the sky, spattering his face. Maverick closed his dark green eyes, playing over the battle in his head...
It was obvious that the twerpy kid needed to be put in his place. Boasting about how he was the greatest around, how all the gangs ran in fear of him. Maverick, who just so happened to be a member of a gang, had heard just about as much as he could handle. Standing sharply from his hidden seat, he stalked over to the kid. Little whelp couldn't have been more than thirteen or so. Shootin' off his mouth like that, he needed a good smack.
"Yo, pip squeak. Shut the hell up."
"Who're you callin' pip squeak, street trash!?"
"Either shut up, or prepare to back them words up."
"You ain't worth my time."
"No one likes a coward, twerp! Put him in his place, Gwain!"
Just as Maverick yelled out the last of his sentence, he jumped back and tossed an old Pokeball into the air. The orb exploded with bright light, and from it burst forth a huge Tyranitar. The kid yelped, falling back, eyes wide. The fiendish man laughed out right, the olive skinned reptile simply looming and looking intimidating. The kid scrambled up, tossing out his Pokeball. From it came a rather battle scared Aggron. Something felt off about the beast, the look of it sent a chill down Maverick's spine. Without order, the steel covered beast lunched itself at Gwain in a Take Down. Gwain caught and grappled with the Aggron, snarling. But the force of the beast had pushed him back, and it kept pushing. Gwain pushed back, letting out a low hiss. Just as the noise was uttered, a flurry of sharp stones burst from the ground, catching the Aggron in an uppercut. Stone Edge. It roared in anger, getting pushed back by the move.
Gwain spun around three times, claws flying and tail lashing in a Dragon Dance before leaping into the air, coming back down in savage Payback. But the beast of steel was ready, bowing its head ever so slightly. In a sudden, last minute jump, it countered with Iron Head. Caught off guard, Gwain recoiled off of Aggron, growling. This wasn't going to be an easy battle...That much was certain. That Aggron was much tougher and stronger than normal, and much more aggressive...The large reptile rolled his shoulders, scowling.
"Heh, YEAH! Kick that lizard's ass, Aggron!"
"Forget it kid, Gwain's just getting warmed up!"
Maverick fist pumped into the air, grinning like a mad hatter. Gwain nodded to himself, ready for the next attack. The Aggron charged, looking to brutally impale the Tyranitar. But he had other plans. Swinging his tail around, he slapped the iron beast away with a powerful Aqua Tail. The Aggron bounced back with a power packed Double-Edge. The two Pokemon grappled once again, until both got the idea to use Earthquake. The ground shuddered and shook, eventually ripping apart to swallow both monsters. Maverick stared, admittedly shocked by this, while the boy all but screamed for his Pokemon. Like a flood, the hole filled and Gwain was flung from it and into a building wall, while the Aggron rode its Surf. Gwain snarled and dropped his jaw, blasting out an Ice Beam, freezing the rushing waters and the Aggron's feet, legs, and tail. Gwain launched himself at it in a strong Superpower, ramming into the beast and muscling it down. The large Tyranitar loomed over the seemingly fallen beast, snorting in distaste.
"Yes! You rock and rule, Gwain!"
The victory shout was premature. Just as Gwain had turned to return to his trainer, the aggressive Aggron loosed a Solarbeam right into the olive dino's back, flinging him away like a ragdoll. Maverick had to dive to keep from being hit by the flying monster. He jumped back up, running to his fallen friend. Gwain hauled himself back up, but it was obvious the last attack had hurt. The Tyranitar pushed past the human male, his low growl building into a savage snarl. From there, a thunderous roar as he reared his head up and fired a Focus Blast on the steel armored creature. The attack finished the battle, the Aggron too weak after taking that hit to continue. It was only after the kid returned the monster that Gwain collapsed down to a knee, panting heavily, having to prop himself up on an arm. Maverick frowned, but didn't show more than that of his concern for his oldest friend. He returned the beast, mumbling that he'd take care of him.
"I don't know how you did it, but you freaking cheated! No way garbage like you coulda won against my Aggron!"
The gangster stood taller suddenly, right up to his full height. A very slight twitch could be seen. He whirled, making a stiff beeline for the boy. He glared down, his eyes shockingly cold.
"Go cry to your mum, you little sin against humanity. Or don't you have one to cry to? I've trained my Tyranitar for sixteen years. What about you? You got that Aggron from your parents, likely had it bought for you. You never trained it. Store bought strength? What a fucking joke. Why don't you go play trainer somewhere else, you little fuck up, before I teach you what pain is really all about."
He all but snarled out is words. If they had been blades, that boy would have been sliced to ribbons. The kid teared up and ran away, bawling. Maverick snorted, disgusted by the twerp. He stalked off, to go collect his thoughts and heal Gwain...
Maverick shook his head, like coming out of a daze or trance. He had healed Gwain, gleaning a super potion off of some girl who'd left her bag open. Wouldn't fix all the hurt, but it would help. Still...What was wrong with that Aggron? It was really aggressive, and much stronger than normal. Especially to harm Gwain so much. Maybe I should look for something like that... he mused, shrugging to himself. He didn't need aggressive Pokemon. He needed loyal and strong. He took out a cigarette and lit up before taking out his Sansa and placing the earbuds in his ears. Turning up his music and shrugging his hood up, he trotted out into the street, heading to nowhere.
Age: 25, March 25th, 1986
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, bi-curious
Occupation: If he's not busy with this, he'll often do odd jobs for a bit of extra cash.
Affiliation: A member of the Yakuza gang, the right hand man of the gang boss, Kamui.
Party:
Maverick's PC
Supplies:
-Pokeball x5
-Cigarettes, lighter, matches
-Buck knife
-Brass knuckles
-Sansa music player, wall charger
-Two Beretta 92FS semi-automatic handguns, extra rounds
Appearance: [x] - [x]
Standing at six feet four inches and weighing two hundred pounds, Maverick is no light weight. Lean muscle covers his body, showing how active a life he leads. He has a distinct look to him, from his face to the relaxed way he holds himself. His nose is rather large, so much so that many find it unattractive. His ears are strangely pointed at the tops, a birth defect he's not shy about. He has near almond-shaped eyes, hued in an incredibly dark green. Under his eyes are heavy rings from lack of sleep and previous drug usage. Accenting his pointed chin is a black goatee, matching his thick eyebrows. He has raven black hair, stick straight and reaching to his mid-back. His skin, surprisingly smooth, is a pleasant blend of peach and russet with a golden touch to it, showing his mixed heritage. Probably the most startling thing about him are the scars on his back. A rather large set of slash-type scars almost cover his back, from his Tyranitar, Gwain. A twin pair of gun shot scars complete the array, one close to his spine on his mid-to-lower-back, the other lower and more to the right.
As for dress, Maverick tends to wear what ever he likes. Which is what ever is clean and comfortable. His trademark outfit, though, is fairly simple. He wears a cropped green tank top with netting sewn to the bottom hem. The netting tucks into his pants, hiding the loose elastic edge. Over this he wears a rusty, terra cotta dyed suede jacket, the hood of which is lined with cream fur. A single, large, steel button is all that will fasten the jacket in front. Loose, dark blue jeans hang at his hips, kept in place by black leather belt with a steel gray buckle. Calf high, black leather, steel toe boots cover his feet. Keeping his long hair tied back in a loose pony tail is a simple, light gray hair band. Doesn't keep his hair from his face, but it keeps the majority from getting too badly tangled. Around his left wrist is a thick, faded black leather braided bracelet, the clasp of which is a steel snap.
Face Claim: --
Personality: To put it plainly, Maverick is an ass. He's rude, crude, and generally socially unacceptable. He thinks he's big dog in the house and will not hear it otherwise. To him, no one has the authority to tell him what to do. Blunt in the worst way, he won't beat around the bush to make things easy for people. And, in all honesty, he rather likes to make things difficult for people. He very much likes to tease people and laugh at others mistakes, but only because he himself can take some teasing and taunting. And this is just him when he's in a good mood. It doesn't get much better.
When in a bad mood, things get worse. His temper is more prone to flare up and get the better of him. He'll fly off in a tirade of swearing and rude gestures at the smallest prod. It's worse, in fact, if he doesn't verbally vent off his anger. If he remains quiet, he's more prone to let the fists fly and wail on something or someone. He has a stage of anger in which he will no longer care about anything, something of a 'rage mode'. Only Gwain and Loki know how to calm him down, so pray they are around to stop him.
Maverick has a tendency to drink as well, though it is not a full blown problem. When sober, he can be as stated above; a simple ass. If tipsy or buzzed, he becomes clingy, a bit ragged around the edges emotionally, and will not take 'no' for an answer when he wants to cuddle. When drunk, he becomes playful, if a bit lusty, and is seriously amusing to watch. If totally shitfaced...Lock him in a room and don't let him out until it's over. He'll become sadistic/masochistic, and loses the vast majority of his few morals. He really needs a warning label, no? But, as said, he's not an alcoholic. What his problem is are cigs. He LOVES his cigarettes. All but chain smokes 'em too. Do NOT take them away from him, unless you're fond of wearing your rump as a hat.
A very small part of him, he keeps stashed away under layers and layers of masks. Maverick is still very much a kid in some ways, in spite of his sinful way of life. He loves games of tag and 'catch me if you can!', and he has a seriously major soft spot for mothers. He never really knew his real mom, and this part of him doesn't was another kid to go through that. And while he's most definitely NOT fond of children, he won't stand by if they are in danger. He'll even rush headlong into battle if a child's life is as stake. If allowed to sink into a saddened or depressed state, he'll withdraw into himself. He knows what kind of monster he is, and tries his best to ignore it. His masks of self confidence and jerkiness do well to cover just how raw he is underneath.
Other: Maverick has a love for music, and has often said he might have gone insane without it. It's one of the few things that makes him truly happy.
Theme Song(s): Maverick Mix
Family:
-Nina Van Rossum
Mother, Deceased
-Edwin Van Rossum
Father, Estranged
-Haidee Van Rossum
Stepmother, Estranged
-Capricia Van Rossum
Sister, Estranged
-Bryant Van Rossum
Half-brother, Has never met.
History: When he was born, neither of his parents knew what kind of life he would lead. But the Van Rossum couple knew, just by the glint in his eyes, that he'd get into trouble. It's why they named him Maverick. Oh, if only they knew...
Even from a very young age, Maverick made himself known. He was loud, bossy, and, even with his fiendish grin, he was devilishly cute. That was why his parents couldn't keep a stronger hand on him; he could just give a cute look and worm his way out of trouble. His acting out only got worse when his mother died giving birth to his younger sister. He carried a lot of resentment for his sister. In his eyes, it was her fault he no longer had a mother. Even when, a couple of years later, his father remarried, he didn't calm down. In fact, this new woman trying to replace his real mom only drove him to more desperate measures.
At the age of eight, Maverick committed his first crime. His family lived near a Pokemon breeding farm. Late one night, he snuck out and drifted away to the farm. In a stroke of luck, he managed to steal an olive green egg that had a scarlet diamond on the front. A Larvitar egg. The egg soon hatched, and days later, the boy's family discovered what had happened. It an attempt to make things right, his father tried to return the baby Pokemon to the farm. But the young 'Mon had already imprinted on Maverick, and would not be left. It had even whipped up a wicked Sandstorm to drive its point home. It would NOT leave Maverick. In the confusion, both boy and Pokemon escaped, running away.
Since, Maverick has 'been on his own'. Making his own way, as it were. He hopped from gang to gang for a while, looking for the strongest of the strong. Even when he was in a gang, he took care of himself. Nimble with his hands, he was able to steal money from pockets and food from tables, all without getting caught. As he grew older, though, this became harder and harder for him. He was growing taller, and his hands larger, and this made for a poor thief. So he focused more on raising his Larvitar, whom he'd named Gwain. If he couldn't take things quietly, then he'd take them by force. He was quick to challenge people for anything, from food to money to trinkets he found that he liked. No money? Then pay with that pocket watch. If there were no Pokemon to fight, then Maverick himself would do the fighting. Both he and Gwain became skilled at what they did...And noticed...
Rebels...They wanted him to help in their 'cause'. Maverick was all for tossing out the nobles and royalty, that much was certain. But these people were near crazed in their hate of the nobles. Sure, Maverick would just as soon punch a noble as help them, but driving families from their homes? Where did that fit in? Just because he liked chaos, didn't mean he liked to hear babies crying and mothers weeping...He stayed out of it. Far out of it. Maybe too far...He fell in with a small group of people that didn't want to fight in someone else's war. Just common folk. At the time, things were cosher. A-ok. Until...
Drugs. It started off with a bit of pot here, a bit of weed there. Not the worst stuff imaginable. And, hey, it made ignoring the war that much easier. To fit in with this gang of people, sure, he did a few joints. What harm could it do, right? Dead. Wrong. It didn't stop with pot. One night, they decided to stick powered cocaine under his nose why he was asleep. He couldn't help but inhale it. He choked and gagged, jerking awake. Even as he did so, they shoved more under his large nose. He didn't want it, but he soon became stoned off his rocker. That night was a blur, as were many after that. Things were done, with or without his consent. They got him into the habit, and he soon was snorting the crack snow up like a pro. He came to like the jittery feelings he got from it, came to enjoy it. And he wanted it more and more...
Needles. That was the next step. Meth. He had little choice. Either he start injecting himself, or they'd do it for him. That was how it was. Every time they got their grubby hands on a new drug, they had to make everyone in the gang addicted to it. They felt superior that way, like gods, handing out pleasure and pain. And these simple men playing god took it way too far one night. Maverick was beginning to realize just how wrong he'd gotten, especially when his one and only friend in the world began to ignore him. He was trying to stop, ween himself off the drugs. Gwain, then a Pupitar, kept watch over him, but would not help. The stupid human had gotten himself into this, he could get himself out. Soon, the gruff Pokemon was proven wrong. Late at night, a few of the oldest in the gang stalked up on the fretfully sleeping Maverick, drugs in hand. They knew they were losing control of him, and they were gonna fix it.
It was over long before it began. Cocaine shoved up his nose, forcing him to breath it in, and meth filled needles assaulting his arms, only a single, strangled scream escaped the boy. He was quickly tossed into a zombie-like state; his mind was hyper aware of what was going on, but his body refused to do anything but lay there limply. The men loomed over him continued their attack, pinning him and holding him...Touching him...He wanted to scream, to fight, but nothing came...The only thing that saved him, if you could call it a rescue, was a deafening roar. A familiar sandstorm took over the area, and the rest was little more than a blur.
Maverick woke up five days later, laying on his belly, hooked into monitors and IV. He was in a hospital. A rather large shape loomed over him, which nearly made him pass out all over again. It was a Tyranitar. A bandaged one at that. When the doctor watching over him returned, she filled him in as best she could. From what was found out, Maverick had been assaulted, heavily drugged, and raped. When his Pupitar discovered this, it became enraged and evolved into a Tyranitar. Guns were drawn, and both Pokemon and trainer were injured when they fled the scene. The doctor added that the young man was very lucky to be alive, and that he should take care of himself better. Yeah, easier said than done.
It took two long years for Maverick to break his drug habits. Even then, his body craved something, ANYTHING. That was when he started smoking. Better to smoke than do drugs, right? He was about twenty-two by this time. He changed cities, but stayed basically the same. And, of course, he had his greatest and only friend, Gwain, by his side still. The great reptile impressed him, and really made him rethink what loyalty was all about. Maverick still 'gang hopped', but watched better for warning signs that he'd been in one spot too long. Until staying put payed off. The little guy just seemed to beg for attention. A young pup, of a rare variety. A Riolu. The little whelp caught the fiendish man's eye instantly.
The challenge was issued. Maverick decided he wanted the Riolu, and challenged it's owner to a battle. If Maverick won, he took the pup. If the other trainer won, he got the rights to breed Gwain until he'd gotten an egg of satisfaction. It was a fair trade, with as powerful as Gwain was, and given the reptile's heritage as a breeder. The trainer sent out his Pokemon, the poor thing. It was no contest, really. The Riolu soon found that it had a new owner. Maverick promptly nicknamed the pup Loki, feeling that the name would suit him. Since, the pup has never strayed too far from the young man, enjoying the spoiling he got. Loki really wasn't getting spoiled, but with as little attention as he got from his last owner, Maverick seemed to devote so much time to him!
It's been yet another two years since those events. Maverick has relaxed some, settling into a gang finally. Not too many demands, plenty of action to keep away the doldrums, and not too many people mess with him. Hell, this is the life! Damn straight...
RP Sample
Okay, yeah, that didn't go well at all. At least we won... A tall, lean man leaned against a brick wall, gritting his teeth. He shook his head, glaring down the alley he was hidden in. Barely... He cringed at the thought, looking down at the red and white orb clenched in his fist. Within, his oldest friend rested. Did the great beast pay the price for his human's foolish pride? The man stood straight, gazing up at the clouded over sky. As if to match his mood, a few lonely drops of rain fell from the sky, spattering his face. Maverick closed his dark green eyes, playing over the battle in his head...
It was obvious that the twerpy kid needed to be put in his place. Boasting about how he was the greatest around, how all the gangs ran in fear of him. Maverick, who just so happened to be a member of a gang, had heard just about as much as he could handle. Standing sharply from his hidden seat, he stalked over to the kid. Little whelp couldn't have been more than thirteen or so. Shootin' off his mouth like that, he needed a good smack.
"Yo, pip squeak. Shut the hell up."
"Who're you callin' pip squeak, street trash!?"
"Either shut up, or prepare to back them words up."
"You ain't worth my time."
"No one likes a coward, twerp! Put him in his place, Gwain!"
Just as Maverick yelled out the last of his sentence, he jumped back and tossed an old Pokeball into the air. The orb exploded with bright light, and from it burst forth a huge Tyranitar. The kid yelped, falling back, eyes wide. The fiendish man laughed out right, the olive skinned reptile simply looming and looking intimidating. The kid scrambled up, tossing out his Pokeball. From it came a rather battle scared Aggron. Something felt off about the beast, the look of it sent a chill down Maverick's spine. Without order, the steel covered beast lunched itself at Gwain in a Take Down. Gwain caught and grappled with the Aggron, snarling. But the force of the beast had pushed him back, and it kept pushing. Gwain pushed back, letting out a low hiss. Just as the noise was uttered, a flurry of sharp stones burst from the ground, catching the Aggron in an uppercut. Stone Edge. It roared in anger, getting pushed back by the move.
Gwain spun around three times, claws flying and tail lashing in a Dragon Dance before leaping into the air, coming back down in savage Payback. But the beast of steel was ready, bowing its head ever so slightly. In a sudden, last minute jump, it countered with Iron Head. Caught off guard, Gwain recoiled off of Aggron, growling. This wasn't going to be an easy battle...That much was certain. That Aggron was much tougher and stronger than normal, and much more aggressive...The large reptile rolled his shoulders, scowling.
"Heh, YEAH! Kick that lizard's ass, Aggron!"
"Forget it kid, Gwain's just getting warmed up!"
Maverick fist pumped into the air, grinning like a mad hatter. Gwain nodded to himself, ready for the next attack. The Aggron charged, looking to brutally impale the Tyranitar. But he had other plans. Swinging his tail around, he slapped the iron beast away with a powerful Aqua Tail. The Aggron bounced back with a power packed Double-Edge. The two Pokemon grappled once again, until both got the idea to use Earthquake. The ground shuddered and shook, eventually ripping apart to swallow both monsters. Maverick stared, admittedly shocked by this, while the boy all but screamed for his Pokemon. Like a flood, the hole filled and Gwain was flung from it and into a building wall, while the Aggron rode its Surf. Gwain snarled and dropped his jaw, blasting out an Ice Beam, freezing the rushing waters and the Aggron's feet, legs, and tail. Gwain launched himself at it in a strong Superpower, ramming into the beast and muscling it down. The large Tyranitar loomed over the seemingly fallen beast, snorting in distaste.
"Yes! You rock and rule, Gwain!"
The victory shout was premature. Just as Gwain had turned to return to his trainer, the aggressive Aggron loosed a Solarbeam right into the olive dino's back, flinging him away like a ragdoll. Maverick had to dive to keep from being hit by the flying monster. He jumped back up, running to his fallen friend. Gwain hauled himself back up, but it was obvious the last attack had hurt. The Tyranitar pushed past the human male, his low growl building into a savage snarl. From there, a thunderous roar as he reared his head up and fired a Focus Blast on the steel armored creature. The attack finished the battle, the Aggron too weak after taking that hit to continue. It was only after the kid returned the monster that Gwain collapsed down to a knee, panting heavily, having to prop himself up on an arm. Maverick frowned, but didn't show more than that of his concern for his oldest friend. He returned the beast, mumbling that he'd take care of him.
"I don't know how you did it, but you freaking cheated! No way garbage like you coulda won against my Aggron!"
The gangster stood taller suddenly, right up to his full height. A very slight twitch could be seen. He whirled, making a stiff beeline for the boy. He glared down, his eyes shockingly cold.
"Go cry to your mum, you little sin against humanity. Or don't you have one to cry to? I've trained my Tyranitar for sixteen years. What about you? You got that Aggron from your parents, likely had it bought for you. You never trained it. Store bought strength? What a fucking joke. Why don't you go play trainer somewhere else, you little fuck up, before I teach you what pain is really all about."
He all but snarled out is words. If they had been blades, that boy would have been sliced to ribbons. The kid teared up and ran away, bawling. Maverick snorted, disgusted by the twerp. He stalked off, to go collect his thoughts and heal Gwain...
Maverick shook his head, like coming out of a daze or trance. He had healed Gwain, gleaning a super potion off of some girl who'd left her bag open. Wouldn't fix all the hurt, but it would help. Still...What was wrong with that Aggron? It was really aggressive, and much stronger than normal. Especially to harm Gwain so much. Maybe I should look for something like that... he mused, shrugging to himself. He didn't need aggressive Pokemon. He needed loyal and strong. He took out a cigarette and lit up before taking out his Sansa and placing the earbuds in his ears. Turning up his music and shrugging his hood up, he trotted out into the street, heading to nowhere.
