Post by Spades Slick on Mar 7, 2013 6:30:22 GMT
Team Rocket (Midnight Crew) Application
Name: Spades Slick
Position: Boss. Okay, okay, Executive, the Queen's the boss. But she's not usually around, is she?
Party: Though he'll steal any Pokemon to further his goals (or, secondarily, the Midnight Crew's goals, with the Queen's goals a distant but still important third place), there are two Pokeballs Slick always keeps safe within the backup hat nestled securely inside his War Chest. Figuratively speaking.
Scotty the Herdier
Slick's truest companion. Scotty's been with him since childhood, or whatever Slick had in place of a childhood. There's a Crockercorp Eviolite built into Scotty's collar, and Slick mashes the B button after every battle just in case. Figuratively speaking.
Stabs the Pawniard
Slick likes the cut of Stabs' jib. His Pawniard is a sharp solution to any pointed problems. Slick likes to show people his Stabs. He shows Stabs off to all sorts of people. Some of them never see anything else again.
Appearance: Team Rocket was kind of hopeless before Slick came along. For a secret criminal organization they wore way too fucking many giant red Rs. He put a stop to that. Yes sir he did. Nothing but plain, functional black outfits now. And hats. The hats are important. No pants, though. What kind of self-respecting Carapacian would be caught wearing pants like a troll or, bluh, a human?
He's lost a couple of body parts. The eye wasn't much more than an inconvenience, he's got a patch for that, but the arm... Well, at least he's got a new one now, courtesy of Crockercorp. Convenient, working for the broad who runs the place. Even if it's off the books. Maybe especially if it's off the books.
Biography: In any story it always comes down to a dame, doesn't it? It was a dame that cost Slick his eye. It was a dame that cost him his arm. And it was a dame that offered him a leg up and a way out. He doesn't much like "Her Imperious Condescension," and he doesn't much trust her, but she helped him move up to the big time, crime-wise, and he's forced to pay her more than a little respect, both because of his indebtedness to her and because he admires her balls.
He's got big plans for the Midnight Crew. If Condy's lucky they might even coincide with hers.
Personality: Spades Slick gets the job done. Quickly, directly, without any doubt or any fuss after. Now that's not to say he won't leave a mess; collateral damage doesn't concern him much, nor does excessive force. But he gets the job done.
He's not really good with words. All the more reason to stab first, ask questions later. That and the anger issues. Actually maybe the anger issues come first. Maybe they're why he's bad with words. Dammit. Let me try that again. He's a pretty hate-filled man. Filled with hate and not eloquence.
Slick reserves a special hate for timepieces of all kinds, a hatred which extends even to things that simply remind him of clocks, like those goddamn Klinklangs. Fuck Klinklangs.
