Description

Personality

Base:
Jovial, even somewhat bubbly perhaps, he's a man of hospitality who tends to approach people out of confidence. Unless someone is blatantly going to be an enemy to him or is say, breathing fire, there's not much chance for him to make an early assumption about them. Sometimes this can be to a fault, having to rely on the common sense of his pokemon to keep him from trusting the wrong people. His outgoing nature makes him the first to volunteer for most things, even if there's an element of danger to them. Despite his muscular frame and slight machismo, he's far from ignorant, though rather technologically inept with anything more advanced than electronic maps or logbooks.
His lifestyle tends to cause him to inadvertently avoid others, and as such he's come to treat social interaction as a thing of value, known to be quite generous as uninterested as others likely are in his offerings of a warm fire and trail mix. His isolation also brings forth a "live and let live" mentality, he avoids any conflict that he doesn't deem to be absolutely necessary, and while it has kept him from making much of any enemies at all (save for the odd poacher or woodsman leaving with a dislocated shoulder now and again) it's also left him somewhat inexperienced in pokemon battles.
Likes:
Big knives, holding big knives in his teeth, being outdoors, prepared folks, tree climbing, scotch, all-natural pine scent, wrestling.
Dislikes:
Politics, suits, coffee, radicals, poachers
Interests/Motives:
Wildlife research and preservation. Aside from that he's considered forming some or another youth organization to carry on the spirit of natural living once he's moved on.
Misc:
Seems to lack much capacity for anger, even aggression as he considers most man-to-man fighting as a means of entertainment. As such his muscles aren't just for show and he takes a certain level of pride in his independence.

Equipment

~Unifinished as all 'ell Pokemon Team(Need: Stats/Minor Personal)~
Herdier, Noctowl, Nuzleaf, Totodile, Numel (Finneon)
Lineup

[1]
Name (Species) [LV]:
Steven (Herdier) [20+]
Moveset:
Brick Break, Ice Fang, Dig, Wild Charge
Visual:
Despite the scar just over his left eye he manages to retain a well-kept appearance, his coat having a sheen so lustrous as to almost appear iridescent. His facial hair as well, eyebrows groomed sideways with a mustache imitating that of his trainer.
Personal/Bio:
Steven had, in a somewhat brief past life, been bred and raised as a trained pit dog, bearing a moveset built up entirely for the purpose of battle his survival revolves entirely around his past 'trainers' knowledge and soon his own. He ironically knows better how to use his attacks than Rick does, and has a tendency to disobey when in a battle he deems to be important. Born and raised on fighting, he was actually rather content with his lifestyle, even if it meant he had to wear a gash on the left side of his face that nearly stole his depth perception. It wasn't until the tales of the outside world made him realize that there was likely a world outside the fighting pens. One where he could eat off of a silver platter rather than the wooden ones here. Of course from there it was just a matter of breaking open his cage, delivering a bite to his master that broke a bone or two in his arm and incapacitated him with frost bite and tunneling away as soon as he located a patch of dirt. The wilds however, were not so kind to Steven as had the pens, the local fauna quite alien to him, being that most of it was natural and pristine rather than gritty and born only to fight as he was, and with that, it actually made his life difficult, or at least, comparatively difficult, with far fewer luxuries than he was used to, no longer recognized as a champion fighter in the wilds. For a few months he was left in solitude, his intimidation attempts either all too successful or ending in a fight with nobody around to laud him for his success and tactical brilliance. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was becoming desperate to see another human if only to have someone around to praise his ever-increasing strength and brilliance. If it came in the form of a shirtless man who wandered around outside all day, then he would have to settle for that. The two have been inseparable since then, and with 200 brushes and two plates of warm food each day he has more reasons than an emotional bond to stay by the side of the moustachoid man he resides with.

[2]
Name (Species)[LV]:
Irwin (Noctowl) [25+]
Moveset:
Sky Attack, Confusion, Faint Attack
Visual:
Slightly chipped beak with a red ID bracer around right foot. Standard three-pronged brows stylized into larger, slightly thicker ones which retain the original shape, but has a single point instead of looking frayed, making it look somewhat as though it bears a tan "V" on its forehead.
Personal/Bio:
Though somewhat silent, Irwin supposedly has a heart of gold, his younger days before evolution having taught him the potential harshness of the wild and as such developed a pity for those else whom had to suffer it. Having been found by Rick with a broken wing he was healed and came to a realization that together they could cooperate to better assist others. He still holds some fear for the wilderness that raised and hardened him, often preferring to scout around from a safe vantage point where he would have to worry for nothing but others of his kind.

[3]
Name (Species)[LV]:
Pogan (Nuzleaf) [15+]
Moveset:
Nature Power, Razor Leaf, Nasty Plot, Harden
Visual:
There exists a circular notch on the left side of his head leaf, along with both his facial "mask" (save for the nose) and the center-rings of its forelegs being painted orange, not unlike its shiny counterpart, for easy identification. The paint is removed fairly easily and is often promptly removed in situations where his stealth is a priority.
Personal/Bio:
Not every Pokemon in Rick's possession has suffered some negative fate leaving it in the need for rehabilitation. Some were antagonists in their own rights, their desire for mischief getting out of hand and turning young rascals into villains-to-be. The incident of the "Whistler of the Forest" was the one of the greatest instances of communication between Rick and the natural environment. When aforementioned bushman came across these issues he and his team immediately set out to remedy it. Between a good hunting dog and an areal scout it was only a matter of days until the perpetrator in question was caught and "delicately beaten" into a state in which he'd be willing to reason with Rick...and also generally unable to flee. After some more civilized negotiation the grass-type agreed to cease harassing the forest locale. Seconds after making this decision he realized that without the whole "antagonizing whatever he pleased" element of his life, he was bored and the Pokemon traveling with Rick were pretty powerful, or at least powerful compared to himself, and so he pursued the trio and made a quartet. Pogan has since then calmed, likely thanks to his high-activity lifestyle, now spending evenings in meditation or practicing his flute. He gets along decently well with others, though often acts neutral or distant towards them, he has a secret hero worship for Steven.

[4]
Name (Species)[LV]:
Hall (Totodile)[15+]
Moveset:
Bite, Metal Claw, Scary Face, Water Gun
Visual:
Most notably is the gleam from his lower-jaw, half of it being a metal replacement coated with chrome to emulate its natural skin color. It wears an orange rubber vest for identification, a chest stripe painted on with holes in the bake for its dorsal spikes.
Personal/Bio:
Hall was found alone, bleeding and choking on a stone, most of his lower jaw and teeth shattered beyond repair. The ground stones and messily toppled trees were enough to inform Rick that such hadn't been by the pokemon's own volition. Whomever his past owners were forced him to sink its teeth into just about any dense object they saw, and clearly for no purpose, Rick later describing it as "breaking boulders with an ax just to see the tool chip away to dust.". Though with some emergency medical care and finesse the small water pokemon was stabilized. Months of rehabilitation and light surgery later he found himself as good as new, or at least as close as he could ever be, thankful to at least be keeping the mighty jaw which was iconic to his species. Since that incident he's been content to stay with Rick and co. for the security and care he earns, even if it sometimes means having to put out magma-induced fires before they spark out of control.

[5]
Name (Species)[LV]:
Rodney (Numel) [15+]
Moveset:
Ember, Magnitude, Rollout, Tackle
Visual:
Its standard hump is covered with a metal "protector", a dome that prevents its magma from seeping out too easily. It remains held on by four leather straps on each of his legs. The harness fitted over the dome comes equipped with two saddlebags on each side and a broad one on the back, the dome itself painted with an orange starburst design. The normal tuft of hair has been stylized into a blonde pompadour.
Personal/Bio:
Rodney is not terribly unlike any other Numel, simple if not somewhat oblivious. Since birth he's had a slight defect though that causes him to spray searing molten rock at what seems to be a random intervals, the only known ways of preventing it being having him focus on "containing himself" or outright plugging him up to keep it from being a potential threat. Fortunately, as long as he's focused on a battle this has never been proven to be an issue...while he's in a battle. This issue, along with how difficult it is to figure out what's going on inside a creature who's body houses magma has lead to Rodney being shipped from multiple hospitals and sanctuaries, to the point of which he eventually landed on Rick's doorstep, a few seconds before another accident of his led to his travel crate being incinerated. Rick turned out to be the most patient caretaker Rodney had yet had, even if this was due mostly to the fact that his tendency to spill magma unintentionally would do little more than destroy a patch of grass. The ability to turn his magma-belching back into a useful weapon or makeshift firestarter also started to build confidence in him, and for that new sense of purpose he is grateful, even if his dim demeanor makes it difficult to express.

[S]
Name (Species):
Sue (Finneon)
Moveset:
Charm, Pound, Rain Dance, Water Gun
Visual:
Torn back fins on most of left side of body, visible scratches, left eye usually remaining closed.
Personal/Bio:
Found by the shore in a fishing net Sue is ironically the most upfront in regards to her gratitude towards Rick, even if it means her life is presently confined to a few tanks and the occasional trip to a pond or lake for rehabilitation. Her injuries tend to keep her from joining the others in their ventures but she remains upright and agreeable each day on their return.

History

I was gonna write some crap about leaving the city, moving to whatever town near a forest is in this RP and then becoming a sort of self-employed ranger living his life off of the grid but I also realized that it's 4AM and I need to go rethink my life choices.

So begins...

Richard Derrick Hundi's Story

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#2013-01-19 05:40:28, as written by Jaffersin

Richard Derrick Hundi

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