[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]
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify;color:#363636;line-height:115%"] having a lack of pokemon was something that grunt was was still getting used to. hell, he was sad. why wouldn't he be? his cutiefly was one of the only things that he actually liked. of course other than a few other people- but that was only for him. it was secrets that the unusually large labrador retriever kept to himself, and he had no intentions of speaking them out to anyone he knew. even guzma.
and speaking of guzma.
the male had been padding along the border, holding the golden chain in his bag when he heard and eventually caught sight of the white male. for a moment he kept his composure, but soon enough he let out a shaky breath, dark blue visuals growing even darker and he turned his paws and eventually padded towards the other. he attempted to keep his lumber slow and calm, but that too was abandoned as he let lingering excitement fuel his pawsteps and make his walk even faster.
"boss!" his voice was more of a deep rumble than a voice- his loud shout resonating in his chest and most likely sounding like a boom of deep sound. even with the deep voice, however, it was still clear that there was a bit of happiness in grunt's tone. he had tried to sound at least the least bit of angry towards the male, but it was basically no use as of now. he was happy to see someone he had been searching for forever by now.
a wheeze left him as he came to a slow halt in front of the other, noting the fact that the combination of his large and round stature and lots of fluffy fur making guzma basically dwarf compared to him. honestly, if grunt wanted to, he could probably rip his boss in half. but he wouldn't do that- he wasn't stupid. "didn't expect to see you here." his bandanna threatened to leave his face, and for a moment he lifted his paw up to pull it back over his chops. "aye, this is a clan or whateva'. you plannin' on stayin'? ya better, man." a huff would leave him, tail slapping against the ground roughly. "i didn't search for you just to see you turn tail and leave."
listen to the whistle through the wind and raindrop.
[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"]His Golisopod  gone. Ariados? Gone. Masquerain, Pinscir, Scizor? Gone. And what about his Toxapex, or his Honchkrow, or his Toxicroak, or even his Bisharp? They were all gone, too. Nine Pokémon, all lost to something or other. He doesn't actually remember losing them, doesn't know why they aren't by his side. He disbanded Team Skull and was meant to train with Hala, was meant to become even stronger, even better at dealing with victories and losses  and yet he's here, on the edge of a foreign land, weaponless and alone.
It's not becoming of a former boss. Guzma grumbles under his breath, reckoning that none of the other leaders found themselves in this sort of despair. No  it's just his god-awful luck fucking things up again, and by this point, he doesn't actually know if it's still infuriating, or if it's just funny. Not funny in the humorous, laughter-inducing way, mind. No  this "funny" is of the soul-crushing variety, and he rather despises it. Even now. Even hearing a voice he thought he'd left behind, calling a title he'd definitely left behind. Jeez, did the grunts never let that go?
"'S just Guzma, now." He spits that out through a clenched jaw, grinding his teeth together. He's not mad at the grunt, just mad at how hard it is to say that. He dismissed the team, anyway. He stepped down, rendered his position obsolete. Why does he hate saying that, then? Why is admitting it nigh-impossible? "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Didn't expect to see me here, either. Or you." Was this fate? Some weird-ass message from whatever gods were out there, pushing him back towards an existence he thought he'd crawled from? He licked his lips and stared at Grunt impassively. Sheesh, this guy was big. He'd almost forgotten A's size.
Hell, it had come in handy back when Skull had been a thing, though. Guzma managed a lopsided smirk, though it was more a sneer than anything. A grunt demanding him to do something? It was funny. He couldn't actually say anything different anymore, not under the guise of leadership. Just under self-respect, and he seemed to lack that anyway. "Search for me? Y'all knew I was leaving! I said Hala called, di'n't I?" Whatever. They're all so thick-headed that he's not surprised they forgot. "Pfft, whatever. Doesn't really matter, anyway. I'll stick around. The hell brought you here, anyway?"
[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]
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify;color:#363636;line-height:115%"] "mm," all that left from him was a deep rumble; a usual non verbal grunt that left from the labrador whenever he didn't know exactly what to say. anyone who would of known him in the past would know the small things he did such as this. whenever he was upset or didn't want to admit anything, he would just let out a expressionless sound deep from within his chest.
his cutiefly, one of the only pokemon he had, was still a creature that was near and dear to him in ever way. and despite the fact that he technically knew where it was, he still missed the sound of it's tiny buzzing as it fluttered near his head or paw. so even though he was happy to see guzma, he still felt a little bit more down than usual. god, he hoped that the person he let his cutiefly go to was taking care of them really well. if they weren't, well- he would do something that was a bit violent. he was very strong, and big.
"expected some other grunt or somethin'?" a humorous and playful glint would dance in his eyes for a moment, his voice a bit shaky as he supressed an obvious deep and rumbly chuckle. he knew that he wasn't the only grunt who sort of teased boss like this, but a was one of the only one's who got away with it without being scared by guzma's intimidating eyes. maybe it was fact that he was larger than guzma, or maybe it was because he was practically the same age. fuck, he remembered seeing him pass by when he was doing the island challenge. they had never talked, but grunt had been going through the same challenge as him at the time.
he rolled his shoulders lazily, taking in the other's words silently as his floppy ears flicked. he honestly didn't remember him mentioning the old kahuna anywhere, and maybe that was to blame on him. but really- grunt still wasn't all that excused for having him go. there were still grunts that didn't have any homes other than po town itself, and no matter how much his boss would say that nanu was there, a wasn't going to stop himself from reminding him that he didn't even mention the cat lover before he left. he just got up and left with a bunch of kids that had nowhere to go. "don't know, man. might of been out when you mentioned him." was all he said, shrugging his shoulders. hiding his slightly irritated thoughts.
"came here for lots of reasons." he was never the one for words, which was why he sayings were deep and rumbly, but sharp and clean cut. he would usually just say what he needed to say and keep it at that, usually reverting to ellipses if he had nothing else he needed to say. "ain't gotta worry 'bout that. just happy that i don't have to follow you everywhere."
//pththhtht ic opinions !!!! hes just a lil Salty
listen to the whistle through the wind and raindrop.
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]how curious. floralghost managed to walk in (or towards) just as grunt finished speaking. so, the two knew each other? lucky them that they'd found each other, right? but still, the maine coon still looked at the two of them, checking to see how they were reacting to each other. there didn't seem to be.. too much tension. then again, floral was horrible at guessing emotions.
mm, regardless, he had to greet newcomers. the leader slipped into a spot somewhat close to the two dogs, but far enough away to maintain some sort of personal space. floral had a personal space bubble, and he assumed the other two did. the cat waited a moment, before opening his mouth. "hello." floral got out, realizing how odd he must've looked, just walking in on a conversation. maybe, this was why he needed to check the borders more often. that wasn't a jab at myself nope
"i'd feel like an idiot to ask if you two know each other, but, ahh, it's on some kind of positive term, i hope?" floral didn't know how he'd feel if he invited some kind of enemy of a riverclan member to join. not the finest move, on his part. he focused his attention on the newcomer, tail twitching. "i'm floralghost, leader of riverclan." he finished speaking, then stepped back a little, shifting uncomfortably.
/say it with me everyone
this is a crappy post this is a crappy post literal piece of garbage post/
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・゚★ ☾ I'M COMING APART AT THE SEAMS, PITCHING MYSELF LEADS IN OTHER PEOPLE'S DREAMS, NOW BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ,
GENERAL ★ DOC, THERE'S A HOLE WHERE SOMETHING WAS
★ floralghost | ghost, floral, sock, evan | evan erik harkness
★ male/questioning | he/him or they/them | male
★ three | twenty-three | october 31st | scorpio
★ leader of riverclan | occasionally goes to the neighborhood where he was born in
★ chosen by thoth
★ kittypet, loner, warrior
★ 1/21, idk
★ 9/9 lives left
★ speaks in #433C43, bold mobile
OTHER ★ HE NEEDS HIS HEAD PUT THROUGH A CAT SCAN
★ struggles with insomnia, depression, social anxiety. has lexical-gustatory synesthesia. (smells/tastes things when certain words are spoken) fond of music, caffeine, the occasional human, ukuleles, and snuggles. hates slugs, fear, being alone, tall trees, and large crowds.
★ knows three human languages thanks to a trilingual family, can pick up on sign language somewhat well. speaking reference, singing reference. raspy, tired, quiet voice most of the time.
★ can imitate dinosaur noises pretty well. chews on his fur a lot. when nervous, he'll start grooming his bird "birthmark". plays the ukulele pretty well for a cat. sasslord.
★ smells like a foresty rose
APPEARANCE ★ I'M A LOOSE BOLT OF A COMPLETE MACHINE
★ cat | maine coon | eventual forms: german shepard, rabbit
★ thin despite his breed, lanky, tall | slightly above average strength
★ dark brown with brown/cream undertones | a dark smudge by his ribcage that looks distinctly like a bird in flight, a few flower-like splotches of cream on his belly, black socks on his front paws, and an entirely black neck. if you shaved off all his fur, you'd find dark patches burned into almost tattoos on his skin. | dark blue eyes, intense and concerned most of the time | he has somewhat fresh scars around his front paws and the insides of his legs, one scar near his left ear from tripping down a flight of stairs, one where his left eyebrow would be, and a longer, raggedy scar from his belly to his left hip.
★ human au
★ floral has a pair of white, roundish willy wonka-style sunglasses that he wears almost 24/7, even in the night. reference | almost always wearing a floral kimono | carries around a ukulele on occasion
★ physical health: 92%
PERSONALITY ★ I'M HALF DOOMED AND YOU'RE SEMI-SWEET
★ INTP | inferiority superiority complex | adorkable | insomniac | enemy within
★
★ loyal | honest | loving | energetic | protective
★ empathetic | intelligent | musical | logical | introverted
★ angry | socially awkward | jealous | emotional | frustrated
★ incredibly insecure about leading rc, but also incredibly protective over all of his warriors.
★ sometimes could be possessed by a demon named blurryface, a possible vessel of thoth
★ mental health: like probably 2%
★ can see ghosts
RELATIONSHIPS ★ SO BOYCOTT LOVE
★ [url=http://]heartchart
★ panromantic (poly as hell) | god, he'd love to be in love.
★ questioning, likely greysexual | questionable, very confused
★ in a commited relationship with his ukulele (single) | no crush | [ 1 ] potential crushes
★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by n/a
★ trusts: neptune, most of riverclan
★ 1/2 of nepal,
INTERACTION ★ NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR YOU SING ABOUT TRAGEDY
★ difficult fighter | easy to attack emotionally | attack in #5E545E
★ will not initiate fights (most of the time) | will fight back if attacked
★ usually a pacifist, but will fight for those he loves, and will fight hard. as a leader, he's definitely more of a talker, but when attacking, he's going to be in the thick of it.
★ ask to maim/capture/kill
★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed
★ could a ukulele be considered a weapon? [/spoiler]
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OH HELL YES (I'M A NERVOUS WRECK)
/ waves at jaws + lmaooo end me this is so short
The reunion before Halo seems friendly, for lack of a better word. Neither of them seem to be at each other's throats, at least. Stopping close to Floral, they bite down on their curiosity in the two's past, opting instead to give Guzma and Grunt A a friendly smile. She doesn't know either of them, but if they stick around, she soon will; getting to know others happens to be a favorite hobby, and one she may as well be a professional in. "Halosmoke Jasminum. A pleasure to meet you," they say, their smile taking on a sheepish air. "Apologies for the intrusion, but I couldn't help overhearing." Her eyes stray to Grunt A, and she offers, "If you don't mind me saying, I do like your bandana," her own grey checkered bandana tied around her neck.
[spoiler=information  2017/01/30] pm main account to plot.
 all opinions + choices ic.
recent news
 n/a.
general
 halosmoke jasminum | "halo, angel, anghel" | loves nicknames
 bigender [agender + female] | they/she pronouns | dyadic dmab
 aroflux pansexual | flirts with everyone [unless asked not to ofc]
 18 months old | dob: dec 25th | ages according to rper's whims
 warrior of riverclan, born and raised | unofficial social butterfly
important notes
 speaks filipino, as does their roleplayer.
physical
 health: 95%-100% | in good shape; relatively healthy
 domestic canine [askal/saluki mix] | fc: cassie steele
 tan and white with bright chocolate brown eyes and short fur.
 has feathering on their ears and tail. significantly lighter on legs.
 smaller than a purebred saluki; slightly shorter limbs and snout.
 lean, wiry, and sleek. built more for speed rather than strength.
 injuries: none.
mental
 health: 95%-100% | healthy | aka the emotionally secure one™
 hufflepuff primary/slytherin secondary | neutral good | enfp-a
 charming smooth-talker with a warm, easy, alluring charisma.
 sociable and empathetic; thrives on people and conversation.
 lively and full of good-natured sarcasm and harmless mischief.
 not easy to rattle; remains level-headed in the worst of crises.
 persuasive in the smallest, subtlest ways. talk less; smile more.
 bottles up negativity and tucks it away. light-hearted, humorous.
 smothers their own emotions and needs to provide for others'.
possessions
 often seen wearing a different scarf or a bandana each day.
relationships
 single | no crush | no "maybe" crushes | not not looking
 npc x npc | generation 1 | only child | no current apprentice
interaction
 physically medium | mentally easy-medium | no official training
 capable; can hold their own | generally aims to subdue, not kill
 may rarely start fights | will finish fights | willing to compromise
 nonviolent/peaceful actions can be powerplayed.
 usually tolerates contact from [almost] everyone.
 attack in BOLDED BLACK CAPITAL LETTERS.[/spoiler]
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