I cut and I spear

[youmayhavewon]

Out-of-Character Information

Name: Haji
Are you over 15?: ye
Personal Journal: karkitty
Reliable Method of Contact: above journal, fuwante, AIM: crepture

In-Character Information

Name: Proton
Game/Series: Pokemon Heart Gold/Soul Silver
Teacher/Student/Other: faculty/other
Canon Point: post-game
Age: 20
Grade Level/Class Taught/Job: groundskeeper
Dorm or Living Arrangement: dorm pls


Personality:

There’s only so much you can expect of someone who admired Team Rocket from the get go and voluntarily joined with a smile on his face.

Proton is a little bit more than morally ambiguous, bordering on completely morally corrupt. He finds the life of a Team Rocket member to be thrilling and has no problem getting his hands dirty with business. Doing things that people would normally scoff or look down upon just gives him an adrenaline rush and that’s the only thing that matters to him. He’s out to enjoy himself to the fullest and he doesn’t care what happens or who gets taken down in the process. He can be manipulative and tricky when he needs to be to get what he wants.

Because of this, Proton has been labeled as “the scariest and cruelest guy in Team Rocket.” On one hand, the title is very true. As said, he doesn’t care who he crosses to get what he wants and someone who is able to cut off Slowpoke Tails (and do more damage than that, really) should be called cruel. It’s very easy to get into fights with him, too. But therein lays the one fact that goes against his title, because while he may pick a lot of fights and go through with them, he doesn’t win very many of those fights. He’ll blame it on his Pokemon sometimes, but it’s his fault. He gets far too worked up and makes hasty decisions without thinking about them. He’s too prideful and stubborn to acknowledge this fact though.

Proton, predictably, has a very deep vain and arrogant streak to go along with the pride and stubbornness. He definitely takes pride in his title and also in the fact that he is probably one of the most popular members of Team Rocket (especially with the ladies). He knows he’s got it, so he flaunts it and that’s often one of the things that gets him into trouble with his superiors and otherwise. He doesn’t take kindly to competition in that matter either.

He’s hasty and kind of really stupid sometimes, but the reason Proton’s able to get away with being the way he is, is because he’s also charming to a certain degree and when he needs to be. It’s what makes him so popular amongst the Team Rocket girls (besides being objectively attractive), or even people who wouldn’t suspect him of being in Team Rocket at all. He’s a smooth talker, though a bit superfluous. Even when he’s saying something more than a little stupid it just sounds so good coming out of his mouth.

That is, until his temper comes out. Oh yes, wrath. Wrath, wrath, wrath. That’s a word Proton likes to throw around a lot. He’s got such a short fuse, and that’s when things start taking a turn for the worst for him, but he just can’t help himself. He doesn’t work well with others. The thing is, he likes people. Just not when they’re pissing him off, which is often. He also finds it hard to trust people. The only people he’s every fully trusted were Archer and Giovanni, and look where that got him.

Despite being part of an organization that works under “THE BIG BOSS” Proton despises authority figures and taking orders. He hates being talked down to and isn’t about to let any one step on him without a fight. He’s rebellious and if he absolutely has to follow orders, then he’ll go about doing them his own way or having a huge fit about it first. That being said, one thing that can be admired about Proton is that he’s a hard worker. He may hate it at first, but he does what he has to and for however long he needs to, to get what he wants. That’s how he worked his way up from Rocket Grunt to Executive. He grit his teeth and did what was necessary.

Though he may have hated working under someone and with a bunch of idiots, and even now that Team Rocket has been disbanded, Proton still loved being a part of the team. He still considers himself a member of Team Rocket and will defend them until he’s blue in the face, broken and bloody. He isn’t stupid enough to flaunt the name around, but he likes to think a lot of things he does are to be in Team Rocket’s name, though he’s still only working for his own benefit.

Backstory:

Some villains become villains over time but some are just born with that antagonistic streak in their blood. Proton was one of the latter types.

He was born and raised in Saffron City, Kanto and while his childhood was not terribly exciting and filled with foreshadowing antagonistic behavior he was no golden child. He wasn’t any nice to animals, Pokemon or people really. He got into a lot of fights and often with kids who were bigger than him, but he came out of every skirmish grinning like an idiot and showing off his bruises and cuts like they were trophies.

He went to a small school in Saffron to learn about Pokemon and the intent was to put him on the right path, but it didn’t really work. He had an interest in Pokemon but what the teachings in the school said about raising them right and well, he seemed to glaze over. That didn’t stop him from getting into fights either. If anything, putting him in an enclosed space with other kids to be bored for several hours a day made it worse. School opened his eyes to the ways of trickery and pranks as well, and while that relieved him of his relentless boredom, it didn’t do much for his attitude or problems.

So, eventually at age thirteen his mother had to reluctantly gift him with his Pokemon. It was the least dangerous Pokemon she could think of as a starter, but it would be strong enough to protect Proton if he got into any trouble that was bigger than himself. It was a Zubat. It was small and shy and Proton thought it was weak. He was insulted when he received it, more than anything, and while he tried to train it occasionally it usually sat in its Pokeball unloved.

He stayed in Saffron City for a really long time. He had no interest in starting the fabled “Pokemon Journey” and taking on Gym Leaders and he was slowly but surely gaining a reputation in his little corner of the city. He wasn’t about to leave just when he was rising to the top.

At the time, though, Team Rocket was becoming more and more of a common name. He heard about it in passing often and he had to admit that he kind of admired them. They seemed pretty badass, he thought. Or entertaining, to say the least.

They were good at what they did too, so he almost missed the whispers of their arrival in Saffron. When he realized that they were there, he practically stalked the group. He was in a position to do so, right, since they were in his turf technically. They were planning something or other for Silph Co. and as he continued to lurk, Proton became more and more impressed. And then he joined Team Rocket.

Being a Grunt was not as glamorous as it had seemed from afar. Yeah, he enjoyed the breaking and entering, being a public nuisance, and occasionally stealing Pokemon but he was sick and tired of being bossed around by superiors. He had, and always will have, a real issue with authority. Proton begrudgingly started working his ass off to prove himself as a Rocket and be promoted.

It seemed to be all for naught, though. He stole a Koffing and had done the usual Grunt work with ten times the effort, but nothing. They had done well enough in Kanto up until some stupid Trainer who clearly thought he was better than everyone else showed up and started screwing things up. Things started becoming tense and frustrating and everyone in Team Rocket knew it was coming to an end. Proton was furious. Team Rocket was so much better than that and he knew it. It couldn’t be the end; it felt like he had only just joined. He still had so much more to prove. But then their leader fled and everything seemed to stop for Proton.

Until he was propositioned by a certain higher-up he was familiar with. It turned out he was not the only one who was furious about the wasted time and potential. There was a group working on reforming Team Rocket underground and he was promised a position as an Executive if he joined. Well, Proton couldn’t say no to that. It was the perfect chance to get everything back. The group stayed underground for three years, slowly gaining more and more members and moving around until they landed in Johto.

They finally emerged to search for Giovanni when Proton was twenty. He was given his first official job as a supervisor then, too. Proton was put in charge of the work at Slowpoke Well in Azalea Town. He was given strict orders, which he still hated, to oversee the work and cut off Slowpoke tails so they could be sold for a profit. No problem. Proton was a pro at this sort of thing.

There were no bumps in the road. Some old man – Kurt or something Proton couldn’t be bothered to remember – had tried to stop them but the Grunts took care of him easily. But then this kid. This random snot nosed brat showed up and challenged him. And even if you’re boasting that you’re the ‘scariest and cruelest member of Team Rocket,’ when you have a level eight Zubat and a level twelve Koffing (he really did not train those assholes, okay), there’s not much you can do. So the kid, Lyra, defeated him but he left her with something to remember. Team Rocket’s take over had only just started.

In between his departure from Azalea to Goldenrod, Proton may or may not have been seduced by the doe eyes of a Slowpoke that had stuck around in the cave. He still doesn’t know what possessed him to catch the Slowpoke, but he did. It accompanied him all the way to Goldenrod, though it never saw the battle field. Only his Zubat and Koffing did until they rightfully evolved.

He hung out on the fourth floor of Goldenrod City’s Radio Tower, totally aware of the girl Grunt checking him out (that was awesome), until Lyra showed up again. And promptly did a repeat of their previous battle, defeating Proton for the last time. Proton’s not quite sure what happened after that because he wasn’t there. But next thing he knew, he was being told to get out of there and their plans were finished. Team Rocket was finished. For good this time. Archer's orders.

Proton spit at the feet of his superiors. Whatever. He didn’t need Team Rocket anyway (yes he did). He laid low for the next however many months that followed that. As much as he could anyways. He kept himself busy for a while by doing odd jobs and traveling from town to town to city doing low grade heists because that’s all he could manage.

He was always as careful as he could be with those sorts of jobs, but his latest one had landed him in some hot water. Someone or other had recognized his face and suddenly he was on the run. While dodging about and keeping hidden, he happened to overhear some news about some place called Smash Academy.

It was a school clearly and when Proton looked more into it, it looked like a place that he could get to relatively quickly and seemed to hire just about anyone who came to them so ... it was just the break Proton needed. There was only one thing. The Region ads for it specifically boasted the history of Gym Leaders that had gone to teacher there ... including Giovanni. So he went to a school but he couldn't return to Team RoCAGGGH. SCREW THAT GUY. As far as Proton knew, most of the Gym Leaders weren't there anymore, they were stationed back in their own cities, but it still might be risky. But hey, Proton needed to get away from where he was quick and what was life without a little risk? Away to Smash Academy he went.

Anything Else?:
+ Pokemon team is, Golbat, Weezing, and Slowpoke (with the tail cut off yeah)
+ has maybe a little smarts and will be introducing himself as Lance first and until he gets bored of it or gets found out. Whichever comes first.
+ I chose Lance because it's his Japanese name. He chose it because it's the ex-Champion's name.

In-Character 1st person sample:

[Proton's face appears on screen and he looks REALLY ANGRY. His face is even a light shade of red.]

Okay, who's frickin BRILLIANT IDEA was it to play hide and seek with all my tools?! Not that I actually take or do my job seriously but -- hhhhh SERIOUSLY?

[He's trying really, really hard to smile but its obviously forced and through grit teeth.] I mean, believe me I've had such a great time trying to find everything. Getting Nancy to hide my wires and pliers was real clever. And stashing all the other tools on the roof and in trees? Beautiful. I applaud you. [His eyebrow visibly twitched and his shoulders shake.] Well PLAYED.

NOW. Alls left that I can't find are my shears and clippers and those are the ones I want back the most!

UGH ... I don't even care who did it I just want my crap back!


In-Character 3rd person sample:

Holy canoli Proton was bored. It was the weekend so technically he was "off" and had time to kill. Of course, he had already dont everything he wanted to do, so now he was lounging, draped across his bed groaning in boredom. When Proton flipped over, he spied in the corner of the room a bag he had received from Crazy Hand. There had been some lottery that he was sure he had NOT put his name in for, but sure enough his name got pulled and he won... he crawled over to pick it up and see. Confetti cake mix. Wonderful.

He flipped it over to read the directions, driven solely by boredom, and noted that he actually had all the ingredients he needed and a pan and ... he groaned. "'Guess I'm making cake." It was something to do at least.

Cake mix from a box is almost embarrassingly easy to make; it only has three ingredients besides the actual cake mix: eggs, water, and vegetable oil. But while Proton had all three of those ingredients, he lacked actual measuring tools. 1 and 1/4 cup water? He guesstimated. 1 tablespoon of vegetable oil? Proton frowned. What the heck was a table spoon. Probably just a fancy term for a regular spoon, sure. At least he couldn't mess up how many eggs to put in.

He could, however, mess up how long to put the cake in the over for and at what temperature. Surely if you upped the heat then it would cook faster, right? Yeah totally. Proton grinned; he could totally do this. Never made a cake before in his life but he was a master at this already he was sure.

He was sure until the timer dinged and he took it out of the oven. That looked ... disgusting. Proton compared what was on the box to what was steaming in front of him. Yeah, that was not right. It was not white it was brown and looked kind of rubbery. Proton pulled a piece off with his fingers, smelled it, and decided that while it still smelled okay (albeit with a bit of a burnt scent) it still wasn't worth tasting and dying from. But he was pretty curious ... And then his attention was caught by the sound of a soft sigh coming from near him.

Ah yes. Perfect. His Slowpoke was snoozing peacefully in the kitchen sink, which was halfway full of water. It could taste test for him. He crouched down to the level of the sink, peeking over the edge with the cake in hand, and the Slowpoke slowblinked awake at him in response.

"Hey. Hey, idiot, taste this."

The Slowpoke sniffed at it, and recoiled as much as a Slowpoke possibly could. It even put the effort into turning itself around in the sink so it wasn't even facing Proton anymore and then got more comfortable in the water.

Well then. Proton hissed in annoyance, especially when he noted how little time the whole debacle had killed. What a waste!! Though ... maybe he could send this to Archer or one of the more annoying brats at the school. Yeah.