01-28-2017, 11:52 PM
[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: auto; font-size: 8.6pt; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; line-height: 1.4; width: 500px"]He's got no idea where he is. With Skull disbanded and his Pokémon missing, Guzma is well and truly alone; he's never been this isolated before, and that's saying something. Even when he had nothing, he had his Pokémon. Without them, he feels as weak as he did upon abandoning the Island Challenge, bitter and hurt and angry at the world for letting him fail in the way he did. He's not necessarily as sour about it any more, although the pain still does linger — still, aside from the hollow ache and the eldritch horror-esque beast that is faux confidence, his heart feels about as empty as a recently cleared-out Tartarus.
A thousand miles from Alola and stood on a border, Guzma feels fairly out of place. Accustomed to being the outcast, alienation is not a feeling he's all too unfamiliar with, but understanding doesn't necessarily mean happiness. Come to think of it, the pureness of honest-to-god warmth is something he can't recall experiencing; every victory was tinged with the warning knowledge that his hope could be snatched from under his nose, and even though he'd had a (dysfunctional, admittedly) family to fall back on in Skull, Po Town had not been too ideal, and he had lived knowing that those teenagers weren't always guaranteed luxury and comfort.
Sure, it'd been better than the streets — the alternative — but it hadn't been ideal. Not that anything had been, of course. "That's the sort of thinking that'll get you killed, cousin." His lips twist into an unpleasant grimace-grin, and he shakes his head as though ridding himself of an irritating fly. "Fuck off. I know you're gonna say it, but your boy doesn't need counselling." Not that anyone'll understand what he's going on about if they hear him, but it makes sense in his head. His fucked over, messed up head, one that he hardly trusts with anything anymore.
There's no point in dwelling on the voice in his head, so he keeps walking, ultimately coming across a scent border and halting, because it's as good as anything else, right? Right. With a low sound that starts in his throat and doesn't really ever get much past his tongue, the Japanese Spitz settles himself down, staring at the unfamiliar territory in front of him impatiently.
[spoiler=were you taken by my charm? well, it was all bullshit]GENERAL INFORMATION / PINTEREST BOARD / BIOGRAPHY
& Guzmania / "Guzma" / Once went by Roach / Real name unknown
& Undisclosed sexuality / Assumed male pref. / DFAB Male [He/him]
& Unknown age; adult / Unknown birthday / Undecided ageing ratio
& Warrior of RiverClan / [Pseudo-honorary] Boss of Team Skull
RELATIONSHIPS / ROMANCE NOTES / ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅛
& Single / Not not looking / One crush, one maybe crush.
& NPC x NPC [Ran away from home; self-exiled] / Generation one
& No apprentice [sorta open-ish?] / Separated from his Pokémon.
& ½ Darkparadise [OTP: Kukui] / ⅓ ? ? ? [OT3: Kukui & Grunt A]
APPEARANCE / REFERENCE. / STATUS / WEAKENED [65%]
& A Japaneze Spitz; pretty damn small, but still somehow gangly.
& Not at all lean or muscular. Unimpressive; kinda unfit and scrawny.
& White fur, somewhat fluffy to the touch. Dark grey, almost-black eyes.
& Dark circles beneath eyes; purple 'eyeshadow' highlighting them.
& Always wears a pair of crooked yellow sunglasses on his head. [see ref]
& DOES NOT WEAR the golden chain necklace seen in the reference.
& Always wears a jacket; Skull Logo crossed out with red duct tape. [see ref]
— INJURIES/ILLNESSES: Unfit due to lifestyle.
PERSONALITY / BEWARE THE SILLY ONES / A. / B. / C. / D.
& Both hot-tempered and incredibly laid back. A bit of a fast food junkie.
& Seemingly fearless. Likely either insane, bluffing, or both. Street smart.
& A shit-talking guy with an inferiority complex. Falsely brash + confident.
& Ego is seemingly through the roof, but he's a nice guy. Extremely loyal.
& Hates being beaten; always needs to prove himself. Meets trials equally.
& Destruction personified. King of underdogs. Supports conflict/rebellion.
— DISORDERS: Hears voices, likely has depression and/or anxiety.
None are diagnosed; high-functioning.
COMBAT & INTERACTION / AUTHORITY EQUALS ASSKICKING
& Easy-ish physical difficulty | Medium mental difficulty | Stupidly durable.
& Despite apparent weakness, is very difficult to defeat. Hits fast and hard.
& All nonviolent, friendly and/or peaceful actions can be powerplayed.
& To engage in combat, attack using bold black or bold underlined.[/spoiler]
A thousand miles from Alola and stood on a border, Guzma feels fairly out of place. Accustomed to being the outcast, alienation is not a feeling he's all too unfamiliar with, but understanding doesn't necessarily mean happiness. Come to think of it, the pureness of honest-to-god warmth is something he can't recall experiencing; every victory was tinged with the warning knowledge that his hope could be snatched from under his nose, and even though he'd had a (dysfunctional, admittedly) family to fall back on in Skull, Po Town had not been too ideal, and he had lived knowing that those teenagers weren't always guaranteed luxury and comfort.
Sure, it'd been better than the streets — the alternative — but it hadn't been ideal. Not that anything had been, of course. "That's the sort of thinking that'll get you killed, cousin." His lips twist into an unpleasant grimace-grin, and he shakes his head as though ridding himself of an irritating fly. "Fuck off. I know you're gonna say it, but your boy doesn't need counselling." Not that anyone'll understand what he's going on about if they hear him, but it makes sense in his head. His fucked over, messed up head, one that he hardly trusts with anything anymore.
There's no point in dwelling on the voice in his head, so he keeps walking, ultimately coming across a scent border and halting, because it's as good as anything else, right? Right. With a low sound that starts in his throat and doesn't really ever get much past his tongue, the Japanese Spitz settles himself down, staring at the unfamiliar territory in front of him impatiently.
[spoiler=were you taken by my charm? well, it was all bullshit]GENERAL INFORMATION / PINTEREST BOARD / BIOGRAPHY
& Guzmania / "Guzma" / Once went by Roach / Real name unknown
& Undisclosed sexuality / Assumed male pref. / DFAB Male [He/him]
& Unknown age; adult / Unknown birthday / Undecided ageing ratio
& Warrior of RiverClan / [Pseudo-honorary] Boss of Team Skull
RELATIONSHIPS / ROMANCE NOTES / ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅛
& Single / Not not looking / One crush, one maybe crush.
& NPC x NPC [Ran away from home; self-exiled] / Generation one
& No apprentice [sorta open-ish?] / Separated from his Pokémon.
& ½ Darkparadise [OTP: Kukui] / ⅓ ? ? ? [OT3: Kukui & Grunt A]
APPEARANCE / REFERENCE. / STATUS / WEAKENED [65%]
& A Japaneze Spitz; pretty damn small, but still somehow gangly.
& Not at all lean or muscular. Unimpressive; kinda unfit and scrawny.
& White fur, somewhat fluffy to the touch. Dark grey, almost-black eyes.
& Dark circles beneath eyes; purple 'eyeshadow' highlighting them.
& Always wears a pair of crooked yellow sunglasses on his head. [see ref]
& DOES NOT WEAR the golden chain necklace seen in the reference.
& Always wears a jacket; Skull Logo crossed out with red duct tape. [see ref]
— INJURIES/ILLNESSES: Unfit due to lifestyle.
PERSONALITY / BEWARE THE SILLY ONES / A. / B. / C. / D.
& Both hot-tempered and incredibly laid back. A bit of a fast food junkie.
& Seemingly fearless. Likely either insane, bluffing, or both. Street smart.
& A shit-talking guy with an inferiority complex. Falsely brash + confident.
& Ego is seemingly through the roof, but he's a nice guy. Extremely loyal.
& Hates being beaten; always needs to prove himself. Meets trials equally.
& Destruction personified. King of underdogs. Supports conflict/rebellion.
— DISORDERS: Hears voices, likely has depression and/or anxiety.
None are diagnosed; high-functioning.
COMBAT & INTERACTION / AUTHORITY EQUALS ASSKICKING
& Easy-ish physical difficulty | Medium mental difficulty | Stupidly durable.
& Despite apparent weakness, is very difficult to defeat. Hits fast and hard.
& All nonviolent, friendly and/or peaceful actions can be powerplayed.
& To engage in combat, attack using bold black or bold underlined.[/spoiler]