» Name: Melvin
» Sex: Male
» Species: Mareep, The Wool Pokemon (179)
» Affiliation: Wanderer
» Level: 4
» Energy: 15 (11+4)
» Ability: Static
» Moves:
-Growl (Level 1)
-Tackle (Level 1)
-Thunder Wave (Level 4)
-Sand Attack (egg move)
» Natural Feats:
-Static Wool: Mareep's wool builds electricity as it rubs against itself. When charged the wool expands and will shocks any genius who decides to touch it.
» Relatives:
-Old and rotting Mareep mother and Gabite father
-Seven useless Siblings
-Karen (ex-wife, fulltime harlot)
-Melvitta (daughter)
» Personality: Melvin is great, and he knows it. There is no else quite like Melvin except Melvin. Loud, aggressive, and highly self-interested, Melvin loves theatrics and putting on a performance. He is obsessed with his ideology of this great destiny that awaits him and will stop at nothing to seize it, no matter the cost. He is hungry, and he will have is fill. Fixation is a fault of his, for when he sees something he is interested in, he becomes absorbed by it. And his need to be admired makes him furious when he receives anything but the highest of praise from those around him. Though his one remediable quality is his high honor code, with a burning hatred for anything deceptive or under-handed as he would deem it.
» Likes:
-Eating. His literal stomach is almost as big as his metaphorical one
-A strong love for theatrics and showmenship, reminiscent of the ones he saw as a child
-Writing, his primary hobby, especially in his early life when he would dream of days yet to come.
-Arson baby!
-Thunder and lighting, especially during the rain
-Gambling
-Accumulation and acquisition of wealth
-Most importantly, Glory!
» Dislikes:
-Obstinance and defiance, or any who refuse to listen to Melvin
-Deceit, and anything underhanded that Melvin cannot see coming
-Unearned obtainment of possessions and gains
-Lack of options. Melvin cannot stand the concept that there is not another way.
-Karen
» History:
Do you hear that?
That's the calling of the STORM!
Born amidst the chaos of thunder and lightning, Melvin heard the heavens cry out his destiny as he was brought into this world. To harness the power of storm to smite and burn all who would dare oppose the mighty Melvin! And to greet him at this day of reckoning were the two most BORING parents imaginable.
Melvin's parents were nothing more than a bunch of simple, aspiration-less farmers. His father was satisfied with harvesting crops over and over and over again, the old senile fart. That gabite lacked vision, just like his wife, who some somehow managed to be even less ambitious. All she would do, all she wanted to do, was spend each and every second with that circus of her eight children. But no chains of complacency would contain the imprisonable Melvin!
Melvin grew up devouring one theatrical show after another. Loved it. Hated it. Melvin could not get enough. He watched each and every show tirelessly. His favorite though told a story of great man who came from nothing, but when a ruthless monster came and terrorized his village, he burnt the monster to ash as he slew it. The towns people, beyond thankful, showered him in the fame, glory, and riches he had rightfully earned. It was great! Simple! And absolutely glorious! But as much Melvin loved it for how much it reminded him of himself, his real favorite part was just gazing at way the fire crackled and burnt on stage. It reminded him of the beautiful dancing lights he would witness as child during thunderstorms. The way it would sear and spark... Melvin was determined master the art of pyromancy for himself. No biology of his would stop him! In his mad pursuit of arson, Melvin was renowned for burning just about anything he could when he was younger.
Once Melvin grew older, he blitzed as far away from that tomb he called his home as possible, isolating himself from his parents. Towards the end of his school years he had met that vile monster Karen, a sick seductive vulpix who tricked his mind with her flirtatious ways and shows of fire. But alas, blinded by lust and captivated by those flames she so unrightfully held, he allowed her in and started a family of his own with her. And just like Melvin, he conceived his first and only daughter amidst the rampant thunderstorm. Upon this night, Melvin Blessed his first and only child with the finest name he could imagine, Melvitta! But his daughter spat in his face and would go on to reject such a great offering. Never appreciative was that one. No matter, there was still plenty of time for her to open her eyes to its beauty.
Melvin took up selling and started his own store. It was enough to supply and support his families basic needs, but not enough for Melvin's appetite. He wanted more and he knew he deserved more, but hard work without vision was a fool's road, and Melvin knew better. This brilliant man began to indulged himself in the art of gambling. To game the system, you have to game the system. But Karen refused to understand this. She told him he was reckless and going to leave them broke, and dared to imply he did not know what he was doing. All it would take was just a handful of wins and they would be feasting in riches! But when he tried to open her eyes she just slammed the door on him, kicked him out, refused to let him see his daughter. And worst of all, she stole his shop from him! That was his! But no matter, he would prove the harlot Karen wrong. He took the last of his coins did what he did best. But fate laughed at him and smiled upon his enemies. Each and every opponent always got luckier than Melvin, no matter how well he played. Before he knew it, he was robbed of his fortune and had accumulated over 20,000 poke in debt! laughing at Melvin and robbing him of his fortune.
Life having cheated Melvin out of what he earned, he was now stuck with nothing and had a giant debt over his head. But not even this would chain Melvin. No, he was an unstoppable force determined to get what was his. And when he was at his lowest, he wandered through town as began to think, until suddenly his jaw dropped. he saw a couple of kids who had rolled into town and purchased an overflowing stream of berries by the crate-full! It was insanity! Why would they even need that many berries? Melvin needed to know their secret. Without wasting a second he called out to them. Turns out they made their bank solely off adventuring! How hilarious is that? Turns out people just throw their coins at you to just to some of the most basic errands. And just like that, Melvin had the answer to his need. After all, if those little runts could do it, it must be easy! Laughing to himself, Melvin prepared himself for the morning. That same night, Melvin heard the call of the storm once more. Thunder clashing, and rain flooding, Melvin reunited with his roots from all those years ago. He could hear is destiny brewing in the wind. The next big act of his life was simple. He would pay off his debt, harness the power of the storm, and smite that witch Karen and take back what was his!
» Other: Melvin is 20,000 poke in debt. Poor guy.
Subject: Melvin, the Glorious Mareep 
