Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2009 16:15:38 GMT -5
The Basics
Name: Giovanni.
Nickname
Gender: Male.
Age: About 45.
Origin: Unknown.
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Appearance: Giovanni's style isn't much of a suprise - he's usaly seen in a red-colored tux with stripes and black shoes that people say make him look taller than he really is. He has a - fake - smile, which some say is very sinister. His brown hair is always gelled back, and his eyes are black to the core. He normaly is always either standing with his hands behind his back or sitting down in some fancy chair. Either way, he has his Persian with him as some sort of pet.
Personality: Giovanni isn't the person you'd call a nice and caring person. No, let me tell you. He's the complete oppisite of that. He's willing to do anything to get what he wants, including killing and destroying people and Pokemon that get in his way. That's how he got his name, isn't it? Many say his smile is wicked when he gives one, and many people agree with that. He's not afraid to wack someone with the cane he always carries around, mainly using it more of a weapon rather then something used for keeping someone's balance. He's also the very greedy type - he's willing to do just about anything in order to become rich. He'll kill Cubone and Marowack in order to get their skulls and sell then to the highest bidder. Yes, he's very rich and greedy indeed.
Leave Out All The Rest.
History: In all terms, Giovanni was a spoiled brat when he was a child. He got just about anything and everything he wanted. His parents were rich in terms of both money and knowalge, making Giovanni look like someone important. And uninfortantly, he was. Yes, he was the one child that every adult looked upon to be something great and special when he grew up. But apparently, his peers thought much less of him than did the grown-ups in his life.
He was always teased picked upon by all of the chilren in his school. They always called him names, such as brat, jerk, worhtless, bum, etc. He always sat alone at lunch, always playing with his food an trying to ignore the faces that were given to him as he ate. When he told his parents about sed incadences, they told him that they were all jelous, that they wanted to be like him but never got the chance as he did at such a young age. Of course, he never believed them. He knew he had many things that people lesser than him had, such as actual loving parents, of which his own were total oppisites, never paying attention to him and were always away, leaving him to care for him self. Most had siblings, of which his parents had never given him.
But one thing he did have that they never did: hatred.
It was like a fire in his soul. His facail expressions always drew kids away as he grew, making them slightly afraid of him. They always attacked him verbally in numbers, afraid that just one alone would get attacked phisacally if they were to say something to him. Yes, he grew knowing he wasn't wanted for what everyone else him for. He was almost shunned from everyone else. That is, until he finally turned the age of twevle. His parents had waited a couple years before letting him go, afraid that he may never come back because of his attitude. But on the day on os his twelvefth birthday, after the few people that came had left, his parents handed him a Poke'Ball already enlarged. He opened it instivly, and out came a Pokemon known as a money grabber: a Meowth.
The next day, he set out on his adventure with his new partner close beside him. He thought this would be a great adventure, getting away from people who knew him and go travel around the world, meeting new people and seeing new places. But after a while, it became a total oppisite. Sure, he caught a few Pokemon and collected a few Gym Badges on his way, but it soon become boring and almost insigificant to him. His Pokemon became terribly strong, a few even evolving when he won so many battles because of this. But to him, he hated everything. And it may have rubbed off, too, because soon, even his little Mewoth wouldn't dare listen an ounce to him. A few years time had gone by before he one fay came to a place called Kanto. Everythin there seemed pointless beyond belief.
In his eyes, the Gym Leaders were terrible. The towns and route there wereendless and pointless. He never got the point of why such a great looking region with so many rare Pokemon could be so dull and terrible. He hated it all. But he knew he couldn't just leave. He had just gotten there. So with enough time on hand, he defeated all of the Gym Leaders and caught many new Pokemon withing one year, of which many had suprised him. It wasn't until the Grand Tournoment that he saw what his true calling was about.
It was the third battle. Both trainers were at their last Pokemon each. The tension was rising on either side. It was an Alakazam against a Charizard. Giovanni was hidden against the side lines, watching silently with his arms crossed. He was just about fifteen years old at the time. Maybe barely a week until then. Anyway, he watched silently as the battle raged on, neither side wanting to give up. Meowth, still a pre-evolved due to the lack of liking his trainer, watching silently as the battle wickedly went on. But no one knew what was to come of the fight. Everyone though it was a normal day that day, not expecting much out of it but sun, heat, and some suprising battles. But the next portion made everyone gasp in terror.
Meowth gave a cry, leaping to it's feet. Giovanni looked up, but barely had enough time to react. The stadium shook wildly, something crashing into the dome's side. People began screaming in terror as they tried to stand on it shaking floors. The battle had already seased, both trainers and their Pokemon looking around in confusion. And then suddenly, three men came out of nowhere. One each had a large Pokemon - Rhyhorn, Onix, and Tyranitar - that roared as a blast was sent towards trainers, knocking them back. All of their Pokeballs went flying. Their already chosen Pokemon did fight back, of course. But not for long. They were caught easily because of their state, and the other Pokeballs were taken isnatly by a Tangela.
Giovanni barely had time to blink before all of this happend. Once the men went charging out due to toehr trainers, the crowd - what was left of it, at least - was in an uproar. Many Pokemon were missing from trainers. Including Meowoth. Givoanni had went flying after him when he saw the normal type leave, not caring much for his backpack, and lucky that the rest of the Pokemon he still had was around his waist. He didn't know how long he had chased the small creature before it finally stopped, sniffing something on the ground. The boy was still panting wildly when he caught up to Meowth, sweatting. He easily reciinised the item as a Pokeball, one that was already enlarged. He opened it, of course. Almost unwillingly. And suprising, out poped a feirce looking Pokemon: Charizard.
He kept the Pokemon, of course, after the struggle. As did he keep the actions and events of what happend that day. He soon schemed on what to do as five years passed. His Meowth had evolved after a feirce encounter with a Pokemon Burgaler, but he didn't care much for that. He studyed about the process of theiving and soon concocted many things in his mind. His parent's thoughts had come true after many years: because of his attitude, he never returned home, and wasn't heard from because of such poor contact and plainly not caring about who knew where he was.
After many years, he soon became the head of a major theaving coproration known as Team Rocket. He was someone to be very afraid of. He was respected because of his cruel attitude and his specialty of being a criminal and a killer. Everyone knew his name, and almost everyone tried to stop him. But just about everyone failed. Sure, he came into a few close encounters, such as Ash Ketchum. But he sent a three some to easily disctract him for a while. He was feared for a long time, and soon, he had a new mission in mind: catch Ho-Oh.
Sure, he had a few Pokemon experiances, such as Mew Two. But he knew that that one had failed, along with Dark Lugia. So he knew he had to get a new Pokemon in order to dominate the world. But of course, he knew it would be a trouble in getting it, knowing it wuld be somewhere hidden away where he couldn't find it. The best he could do starting wise was have his team go out and explore and find out exactly where this King of Pokemon was hidden. It didn't take long, of course, for him to find out exactly where it was. And to him, it was a bit suprising to him as to where exactly it lied: in an almost unknown town of Sunnydale, Johto, hidden deep in the wilderness. This amazed him, how such a big Pokemon could hid in such a puny place like this. Of course, he knew now that he could grab it, make it his tool for destrucion. He didn't count much of who or what could be in his way. Well, of course he was wrong from the start.
Some boy from that town acutaly stopped him. He looked pathetic, what with the small Pokemon and all. But quiet frankly, he was determined. Giovanni was angered at how everyone of his grunts and high-ranking officers lost to a puny shrimp. Of course, he thought quite the oppisite when he him self battled him and his larger than life Pokemon. And he was greatly suprised when he offered the boy to join him after his own defeat. Of course, he said no. With a great victory the boy let Ho-Oh free and went on his merry way.
Now, Giovanni wants to try his evil schemes once more. He just keeps it a secret. For now, at least.
His Team.[/u][/size]
Name: Persian
Gender: Male
Level: 97
Moves:
- Water Pulse
- Rock Smash
- Fire Blast
- Iron Tail
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[/b]Name: Onix
Gender: Male
Level: 95
Moves:
- Rock Blast
- Iron Tail
- Giga Impact
- Dig
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[/b]Name: Kangaskhan.
Gender: Female.
Level: 92.
Moves:
- Hyper Beam
- Earthquake
- Take Down
- Metal Claw
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[/b]Name: Rhydon.
Gender: Male.
Level: 92.
Moves:
- Dig.
- Earthquake.
- Take Down.
- Horn Drill.
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