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Player Information
Name: Chris
Age: 23
AIM SN: KawaiiSpinel42
email: whatineverhad@gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? Yah.
Currrently Played Characters: Gabriel, Misato, Washu
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Character Information
General
Canon Source: Pokemon
Canon Format: Anime
Character's Name: Meowth
Character's Age: Unknown, as I have no idea how Pokemon aging works. He's a fully grown Meowth, however.
What form will your character's NV take? A wrist communicator, similar in size and shape to that, worn around his left wrist. It has Team Rocket's iconic red "R" emblazoned on the top and when flipped open displays a video screen. It has no keyboard and thus no text function, but does have a numerical keypad for dialing specific NV's.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: Meowth has very little in terms of abilities for a Pokemon, having used up most of his "smarts" to learn how to walk on two legs and talk human- which are abilities in themselves. Most notably, he can bite and use his claws for attacks, and the major thing that differentiates his claw attacks from a normal cat's is that when he uses them, his claws extend outwards about two inches and glow, looking something like this. It should be noted that if used at full power, these claw attacks would leave devastating scars or marks on a human not from the Pokemon universe (due to humans having lived next to Pokemon for so long that they develop immunities or resistence to their attacks). Normal animals (and humans if hit in the right spot, as it would be akin to be sliced with six knives- whether Meowth can put that much power into the attack depends on the situation) wouldn't stand a chance against a direct fury swipes, but Darkness creatures would react as a Pokemon would- either not affected at all or only minimally affected. His jaws are also twice as powerful as a normal cat's, making his bite attacks extremely efficient.
He is extremely durable, though not immortal, capable of surviving long falls, electric attacks, fire, and various other things no normal animal would be able to survive, with no lasting damage. This is a good thing as it's likely he has never seen the intensive care unit of a Pokemon Center when he wasn't stealing from it or a Potion that wasn't provided by the kindness of strangers. As healing and medicine differs here, he will be at a greater risk for accuring more serious injuries that take more effort to heal, but he'd still be more durable than a housecat.
He can speak fluent Pokemon, as well as "human," however as there are no Pokemon, this ability isn't very useful. However, his knowledge of Pokemon-Speak would likely make it kind of easy to understand other animals (as many Pokemon actually communicate with grunts and growls like normal animals), but it's like knowing fluent Latin and having a single-semester knowledge of various romance languages- you're not gonna understand everything and you're going to mistranslate a lot. I kind of compare it to the way Keehar sounds to the rabbits in Watership Down.
....And he can pilot giant mechas. It's best not to even fucking ask.
Conditional: None. Meowth's abilities may be weak in Pokemon terms, but he's not an average housecat and can cause serious damage to people and animals with just his claws and teeth, as they're stronger than the average animal.
Weapons: Just the aforementioned claws and teeth.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: HERE.
Point in Canon: Episode 422: Pasta La Vista.
Character Personality: It's stated very early in the series that Pokemon aren't fundamentally bad, only their masters are bad, and while this is subverted multiple times in the series, Meowth is one of the earliest subversions, going as far as to say that even though he doesn't have a trainer, he's always been a rat.
This is not as true as he wishes it was.
On the surface, Meowth is exactly as he appears, which is everything you'd expect from a cat in media. He's a smarmy wiseass with a wit as sharp as his claws, although he mostly uses it for extremely lame (yet clever) puns and exudes a Pesci-esque sense of gangster charm. That same charm gives him something of an appeal when he puts his mind to it, as shown by his ability to manipulate Pokemon (and sometimes people) into doing whatever he asks them to do just by putting on the theatrics a bit. He's streetwise, an artful Dodger if there ever was one, and while he's had to learn a lot through pain and suffering and continues to learn through those methods, he's gotten good at thinking on his feet. Like the cliche says, he always lands on his feet, even when he lands on his face, and will keep at a goal relentlessly. This makes him pigheaded and stubborn to the point of blind stupidity, especially since his goals generally tend to be either ridiculous or unattainable by normal standards, but he, as a general rule, never says die.
Meowth has a habit of dreaming big and even when the schemes are seemingly simple, he goes all out to achieve them, something he shares with his fellow Team Rocket members, who have taken excessive measures to achieve small goals to new heights with their outlandish inventions. Subtlety is for other people- if he can't go big, he goes home. As an attention-seeker, Meowth lives to be noticed so whatever will get him noticed and recognized is what he goes with. His passion and verve are his greatest assests even if he has no idea how to utilize or channel either properly.
Intelligent, but lacking in common sense, Meowth fluctuates between moments of brilliance (he taught himself to speak and walk like a human) and utter idiocy (which is mostly due to his stubbornness and pride). He's good at improvising and has shown on more than one occasion that he might actually be the smartest member of the TRio- he's actually the one that PILOTS those giant mechas they always bring out, which is rather impressive for the one member of the team without thumbs.
He might not be the most skilled thief or even a decent villain (neither are Jessie or James), but he throws himself into it whole-heartedly, and yet he still has no problem working for the side of good and partnering up with his enemies. Fundamentally, Meowth isn't bad so much as he wants respect and attention and has chosen Giovanni, the leader of Team Rocket, as the be-all and end-all of his sense of self-worth. If the Boss recognizes him as Top Cat, then surely that's what he is. Being devastated by the love of his life after working so hard to please her left a mark on him and so he holds himself to the standard of proving that she was wrong. Due to his dedication to proving to Giovanni he's worth a damn, he often misses the fact that he's achieved acceptance with Jessie and James to such an extent that even when he acknowledges that they're the only people who ever really cared about him, it doesn't stop him from pursuing his goals. However, this may be just as much his dedication to them as it is anything- after all, Team Rocket would be listless if they weren't a part of Team Rocket anymore. They're defined by that and thus, they keep on. However, he has, on several occasions, thought of leaving Team Rocket in order to pursue some other flights of fancy, but, in the end, it's Jessie and James he comes back to.
Bitchy, bossy, and an all-around loud-mouth, Meowth's tendency to keep it "big and loud" extends to his ability to talk as much (if not more) as his scheming does. He might not get the biggest chunk of the motto, but you're well aware of his existence and his general disregard for Jessie and James's competence and tendency to boss them around (sometimes they even listen) proves that he places himself high on their pecking order. Early on, Meowth was actually written as the leader with Jessie and James as his henchmen, but now they're usually portrayed as equals with Jessie, more often than not, taking the leadership role. Even so, Meowth and Jessie will often butt heads over dominance.
One of the most obvious chunks of Meowth's character is his ridiculous fixation on love, often falling into deep, intense love with another Pokemon (or, in one case, a human) at least once a season. These fixations come on extremely quickly and, in a Pokemon's case, happen at first sight. He can't resist a pretty female Pokemon and when he falls, he falls hard, putting his skill at dramatics to the test. He's gone ridiculously out of his way to please females and usually he ends up shut down or abandoned by the end of the episode, with all of his hard work and dedication thrown to the wayside. This even manifests in a paternal way with Togepi, who he took care of as an egg when Team Rocket stole it from Ash and his friends. Whether platonic or romantic, Meowth is extremely protective of anything he loves- the one exception seem to be Jessie and James, whom he does care for deeply, but the three of them show their affection more with abuse than anything else. He and James even don't worry too much about Jessie when the two are separated from her on two occasions, expressing that Jessie is more of a danger to those around her than anyone might be a danger to her.
Meowth is fully capable of being a hero if he chose to be and, in fact, shows a degree of competence that he never shows when he's being a bad guy when he chooses to do good, often getting extremely brutal and cunning with his attacks when in the defense of something other than himself or his own selfish means. He's actually quite noble when he puts his mind to be, but, unfortunately, nobility doesn't earn him respect and fame and fortune with little effort, and, at the end of the day, it's those things he wants out of life.
However, he does have a certain amount of respect for his enemies and enough sense of honor to acknowledge it, most obvious in his rivalry with Ash's Pikachu, who he and his partners have been trying to abduct and turn over to the Boss for years. Despite the fact that he and the little electric rat are doomed to a, shall we say, "cat and mouse" conflict, Meowth has expressed a great deal of respect and admiration for Pikachu's kindness, even second-guessing his more sneaky methods of abducting him and, in one case, actually feeling guilt for manipulating him. He also develops a begrudging amount of respect for Tyson's Meowth, who had previously insulted and defeated him, when he learned of their shared sordid history with their evolved form Persian.
Due to his ability to speak being a point of pride with him, he makes no effort to hide it, unless forced to. He isn't perturbed at all about people finding his ability to talk strange and will talk in front of anyone (sometimes even just to himself), usually acting awkward or proud about it, depending on the situation, when called out. Forcing him to shut his mouth, however, is an exercise in extreme difficulty as Meowth tends to be temperamental and has a bad habit of letting his ability to speak slip out when it shouldn't.
Speaking of pride, the fact that he's a free Pokemon without a legitimate trainer is a huge issue with him, to the point where he actively forgets he is a Pokemon sometimes until it's pointed out. He expects to be treated like a human and gets annoyed when people suggest that Jessie and James are his trainers or that he even needs a trainer. Being able to talk and walk upright put him ahead of the game. However, he seems to have no qualms about being Giovanni's personal pet to the point where that seems to be his ultimate endgame, showing that he might have less issue with being owned and more issue with being owned by someone whose attentions won't give him a sense of status (it's also probably worthy of note that Meowth has, as he's wont to do, likely not considered the true ramifications of being Giovanni's pet). It should also be noted that Meowth doesn't react to things like a cat would- in fact, his reactions tend to be extremely human and while he might be easily distracted by a ball of yarn or something shiny, he rarely shows a more catlike side of himself. He's just a tiny, furry human. (Albeit one that would not say no to someone petting him- he's a sucker for affection.)
At his core, Meowth is a dreamer, living an idyllic fantasy life to such a great extent that it's evident he has no clue how things really are in the real world- this is clear by his mental portrayals of Giovanni, who he sees as a simple man who can be easily swayed by the most mundane of gifts, when, in reality, Giovanni is only interested in that which can help him take over the world in the most efficient way. In fact, Meowth almost always puts himself against plans the boss would legitimately like to achieve out of his own sense of morality, such as in Mewtwo Returns when he stands with Metwo and the clones, rather than Giovanni and Team Rocket. While skewed, he does have morals, as well as a poetic side that comes out especially whenever he looks at a full moon. He has aspects of a philosopher in him and can often manage great insights when he feels compelled to.
Character Plans: Meowth is a character whose one real goal is to be loved and respected, thus turning to a life of crime in canon. While he's extremely close to his partners, Jessie and James, being stuck in another universe where most people won't think he's useless or a freak will be a complete switch for him and give him a dilemma to work through... Especially if Jess or Jimmy ever actually show up. Plus, he's fun and a crackier character will balance out my two plottier characters and Gabriel who has a lot of established CR and world stuff. And he has a lot of potential, even as a crack character, for exploring some darker and edgier stuff I might not get to in other games.
Appearance/PB: Meowth is 1'4 worth of kitty with a koban embedded on his forehead.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample: [You know what's not awesome? Showing up at the baseball diamond just before Sirens. You know what's also not awesome? Pissing off a Darkness monster. Or, you know, happening to be in the wrong place when a Rotgut Cougar bursts. There is some irony about a cat nearly getting MAULED by Rotgut Kittens, but Meowth isn't hearing any of that. He'd just like to know where in the FUCK he is and why are the Pokemon warped as hell.
Unluckily for Meowth (or maybe luckily), his NV has a very sensitive "voice" button, so he's been broadcasting for the past ten minutes. At first, all anyone hears is the sound of something scraping on pavement and probably the familiar sound of a hissing legion of rotgut kittens that gets drowned out by yelps, panting, and a few choice curses as Meowth starts clawing and fighting back. This... Is not very effective, so CLAWS TO THE PAVEMENT, IT IS. After a lengthy period of frantic panting and the sounds of padded footsteps too soft to be human, but, hey, maybe your NV's sound is bad somehow, Meowth finally stops, still completely unaware that he's broadcasting.]
I think I lost 'em. [A sigh] But it looks like I lost Jessie and James too. ...Huh? [Yes, everyone. Genius has discovered his NV. Finally.] I don't remember gettin' this. [....Oh well. Might as well make the best of it. He clears his throat and speaks into it, tone going all... Official-like.] Team Rocket Field Agent Meowth reporting in. We have an agent in hostile territory in need of an extraction.
[There's a sound and Meowth jolts in shock, upsetting a trashcan in the process. It doesn't help his life.] Me.
Third Person Sample: Getting blasted off on a daily basis? Whatever. Fine. That was life. C'est la vie. Meowth could roll with those particular punches even if he didn't necessarily like the idea of having to scrape himself off the forest floor every Thursday night...
...Actually, this was a lot less comfy than the forest. Come to think of it, they weren't even in the forest to begin with. ...Come to think of it, this was definitely not Kanto astroturf. Arceus knows how the fuck he could tell that. Hitting the ground facefirst so many times tended to give you a pretty good impression of the scenery from that angle.
Meowth groaned and pulled himself up onto all fours, giving his surroundings a wide eyed glance, cat-eyes adjusting to the darkness. It was definitely midafternoon when he and Jessie and James were sent flying by another one of Pikachu's electric attacks and he was still smoldering a little... So he could definitely cross "it was all a dream" off his list of possible explanations, which was a relief, because if he was actually dreaming about failure, then psychiatric help was the only remedy and they didn't have the budget for that.
Baseball diamond. Right. "I get the feelin' we ain't in Saffron no more," he whined out loud, meaning for the comment to reach Jessie and James, but when no answering groans followed, he looked around intently, only to find he was alone. "Guys?"
Dammit. Every time he got blasted off somewhere on his own, he ended up stuck working with Pikachu or an island that worshipped him. His life would kill an ordinary Pokemon. He clambered up onto two legs and took a few tentative steps forward. Okay. Nothing jumping out at him. No sign of Jessie and James. He sighed and started walking, figuring he'd run into his pals sooner or later, hopefully after he realized what the hell was going on so he could explain it to them and delight in being the informed one of the trio.
He was about ten feet from the field when his inexplicable sense of smell picked up the intense smell of rot, decay, and, worst of all, blood. A second later, it occurred to him that no city street would ever be this quiet and empty at night- he was raised on the city streets. He knew that beat like he knew the edge of his claws. Speaking of those, they came out on instinct when a growling sound from behind made his ears flick.
Not. In. Saffron. Anymore.
He pulled his paws away from his face, leveling them to a fighting stance, and then whirled at the sound- nothing was directly behind him, but a good ten feet away was something vaguely feline, taking slow, labored steps, it's engorged belly looking fit to burst. It was bigger than he was, but it was slow and Meowth belonged to a species known for its speed, battle skill or no. Sure, he could run, but this was an unfamiliar city and a street Meowth knew to stand his ground or else he was gonna get picked on by everything else in the territory.
....You know, he'd never seen a Pokemon like that before, now that he was thinking of it, especially not in Kanto.
....Oh well.
"Hey!" The creature gave him no real reaction. "Yeah, I'm talkin' to you. This turf belongs to Meowth now, y'hear? So scram. And tell all your buddies there's a new Top Cat in town and if they know what's good for 'em, they'll steer clear." The creature stopped briefly and Meowth placed his paws on his hips, clearly satisfied that his bluff was working.
...Until it started moving again, slowly, deliberately.
"You got ears, you ugly palooka, so why don'tcha use 'em?" His claws extended another inch or so, glowing faintly and when the creature didn't stop, he lunged. "A wise guy, huh? Fine. Get a load of my Fury Swipes."
He aimed a swipe at the creature's bloated belly. This would later go down as his third, fourth, and fifth mistakes of the night.
The thing's stomach burst and Meowth knew a second later that he had made the wrong call. The sea of ugly, nipping, biting, and clawing kittens that swarmed him soon after confirmed that and the next thing he knew, he was bolting and screeching through the night, dislodging the little creatures any way possible.
Blasting off was one thing. This? This royally sucked.
Name: Chris
Age: 23
AIM SN: KawaiiSpinel42
email: whatineverhad@gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? Yah.
Currrently Played Characters: Gabriel, Misato, Washu
Conditional: Activity Check Link: N/A
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Pokemon
Canon Format: Anime
Character's Name: Meowth
Character's Age: Unknown, as I have no idea how Pokemon aging works. He's a fully grown Meowth, however.
What form will your character's NV take? A wrist communicator, similar in size and shape to that, worn around his left wrist. It has Team Rocket's iconic red "R" emblazoned on the top and when flipped open displays a video screen. It has no keyboard and thus no text function, but does have a numerical keypad for dialing specific NV's.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: Meowth has very little in terms of abilities for a Pokemon, having used up most of his "smarts" to learn how to walk on two legs and talk human- which are abilities in themselves. Most notably, he can bite and use his claws for attacks, and the major thing that differentiates his claw attacks from a normal cat's is that when he uses them, his claws extend outwards about two inches and glow, looking something like this. It should be noted that if used at full power, these claw attacks would leave devastating scars or marks on a human not from the Pokemon universe (due to humans having lived next to Pokemon for so long that they develop immunities or resistence to their attacks). Normal animals (and humans if hit in the right spot, as it would be akin to be sliced with six knives- whether Meowth can put that much power into the attack depends on the situation) wouldn't stand a chance against a direct fury swipes, but Darkness creatures would react as a Pokemon would- either not affected at all or only minimally affected. His jaws are also twice as powerful as a normal cat's, making his bite attacks extremely efficient.
He is extremely durable, though not immortal, capable of surviving long falls, electric attacks, fire, and various other things no normal animal would be able to survive, with no lasting damage. This is a good thing as it's likely he has never seen the intensive care unit of a Pokemon Center when he wasn't stealing from it or a Potion that wasn't provided by the kindness of strangers. As healing and medicine differs here, he will be at a greater risk for accuring more serious injuries that take more effort to heal, but he'd still be more durable than a housecat.
He can speak fluent Pokemon, as well as "human," however as there are no Pokemon, this ability isn't very useful. However, his knowledge of Pokemon-Speak would likely make it kind of easy to understand other animals (as many Pokemon actually communicate with grunts and growls like normal animals), but it's like knowing fluent Latin and having a single-semester knowledge of various romance languages- you're not gonna understand everything and you're going to mistranslate a lot. I kind of compare it to the way Keehar sounds to the rabbits in Watership Down.
....And he can pilot giant mechas. It's best not to even fucking ask.
Conditional: None. Meowth's abilities may be weak in Pokemon terms, but he's not an average housecat and can cause serious damage to people and animals with just his claws and teeth, as they're stronger than the average animal.
Weapons: Just the aforementioned claws and teeth.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: HERE.
Point in Canon: Episode 422: Pasta La Vista.
Character Personality: It's stated very early in the series that Pokemon aren't fundamentally bad, only their masters are bad, and while this is subverted multiple times in the series, Meowth is one of the earliest subversions, going as far as to say that even though he doesn't have a trainer, he's always been a rat.
This is not as true as he wishes it was.
On the surface, Meowth is exactly as he appears, which is everything you'd expect from a cat in media. He's a smarmy wiseass with a wit as sharp as his claws, although he mostly uses it for extremely lame (yet clever) puns and exudes a Pesci-esque sense of gangster charm. That same charm gives him something of an appeal when he puts his mind to it, as shown by his ability to manipulate Pokemon (and sometimes people) into doing whatever he asks them to do just by putting on the theatrics a bit. He's streetwise, an artful Dodger if there ever was one, and while he's had to learn a lot through pain and suffering and continues to learn through those methods, he's gotten good at thinking on his feet. Like the cliche says, he always lands on his feet, even when he lands on his face, and will keep at a goal relentlessly. This makes him pigheaded and stubborn to the point of blind stupidity, especially since his goals generally tend to be either ridiculous or unattainable by normal standards, but he, as a general rule, never says die.
Meowth has a habit of dreaming big and even when the schemes are seemingly simple, he goes all out to achieve them, something he shares with his fellow Team Rocket members, who have taken excessive measures to achieve small goals to new heights with their outlandish inventions. Subtlety is for other people- if he can't go big, he goes home. As an attention-seeker, Meowth lives to be noticed so whatever will get him noticed and recognized is what he goes with. His passion and verve are his greatest assests even if he has no idea how to utilize or channel either properly.
Intelligent, but lacking in common sense, Meowth fluctuates between moments of brilliance (he taught himself to speak and walk like a human) and utter idiocy (which is mostly due to his stubbornness and pride). He's good at improvising and has shown on more than one occasion that he might actually be the smartest member of the TRio- he's actually the one that PILOTS those giant mechas they always bring out, which is rather impressive for the one member of the team without thumbs.
He might not be the most skilled thief or even a decent villain (neither are Jessie or James), but he throws himself into it whole-heartedly, and yet he still has no problem working for the side of good and partnering up with his enemies. Fundamentally, Meowth isn't bad so much as he wants respect and attention and has chosen Giovanni, the leader of Team Rocket, as the be-all and end-all of his sense of self-worth. If the Boss recognizes him as Top Cat, then surely that's what he is. Being devastated by the love of his life after working so hard to please her left a mark on him and so he holds himself to the standard of proving that she was wrong. Due to his dedication to proving to Giovanni he's worth a damn, he often misses the fact that he's achieved acceptance with Jessie and James to such an extent that even when he acknowledges that they're the only people who ever really cared about him, it doesn't stop him from pursuing his goals. However, this may be just as much his dedication to them as it is anything- after all, Team Rocket would be listless if they weren't a part of Team Rocket anymore. They're defined by that and thus, they keep on. However, he has, on several occasions, thought of leaving Team Rocket in order to pursue some other flights of fancy, but, in the end, it's Jessie and James he comes back to.
Bitchy, bossy, and an all-around loud-mouth, Meowth's tendency to keep it "big and loud" extends to his ability to talk as much (if not more) as his scheming does. He might not get the biggest chunk of the motto, but you're well aware of his existence and his general disregard for Jessie and James's competence and tendency to boss them around (sometimes they even listen) proves that he places himself high on their pecking order. Early on, Meowth was actually written as the leader with Jessie and James as his henchmen, but now they're usually portrayed as equals with Jessie, more often than not, taking the leadership role. Even so, Meowth and Jessie will often butt heads over dominance.
One of the most obvious chunks of Meowth's character is his ridiculous fixation on love, often falling into deep, intense love with another Pokemon (or, in one case, a human) at least once a season. These fixations come on extremely quickly and, in a Pokemon's case, happen at first sight. He can't resist a pretty female Pokemon and when he falls, he falls hard, putting his skill at dramatics to the test. He's gone ridiculously out of his way to please females and usually he ends up shut down or abandoned by the end of the episode, with all of his hard work and dedication thrown to the wayside. This even manifests in a paternal way with Togepi, who he took care of as an egg when Team Rocket stole it from Ash and his friends. Whether platonic or romantic, Meowth is extremely protective of anything he loves- the one exception seem to be Jessie and James, whom he does care for deeply, but the three of them show their affection more with abuse than anything else. He and James even don't worry too much about Jessie when the two are separated from her on two occasions, expressing that Jessie is more of a danger to those around her than anyone might be a danger to her.
Meowth is fully capable of being a hero if he chose to be and, in fact, shows a degree of competence that he never shows when he's being a bad guy when he chooses to do good, often getting extremely brutal and cunning with his attacks when in the defense of something other than himself or his own selfish means. He's actually quite noble when he puts his mind to be, but, unfortunately, nobility doesn't earn him respect and fame and fortune with little effort, and, at the end of the day, it's those things he wants out of life.
However, he does have a certain amount of respect for his enemies and enough sense of honor to acknowledge it, most obvious in his rivalry with Ash's Pikachu, who he and his partners have been trying to abduct and turn over to the Boss for years. Despite the fact that he and the little electric rat are doomed to a, shall we say, "cat and mouse" conflict, Meowth has expressed a great deal of respect and admiration for Pikachu's kindness, even second-guessing his more sneaky methods of abducting him and, in one case, actually feeling guilt for manipulating him. He also develops a begrudging amount of respect for Tyson's Meowth, who had previously insulted and defeated him, when he learned of their shared sordid history with their evolved form Persian.
Due to his ability to speak being a point of pride with him, he makes no effort to hide it, unless forced to. He isn't perturbed at all about people finding his ability to talk strange and will talk in front of anyone (sometimes even just to himself), usually acting awkward or proud about it, depending on the situation, when called out. Forcing him to shut his mouth, however, is an exercise in extreme difficulty as Meowth tends to be temperamental and has a bad habit of letting his ability to speak slip out when it shouldn't.
Speaking of pride, the fact that he's a free Pokemon without a legitimate trainer is a huge issue with him, to the point where he actively forgets he is a Pokemon sometimes until it's pointed out. He expects to be treated like a human and gets annoyed when people suggest that Jessie and James are his trainers or that he even needs a trainer. Being able to talk and walk upright put him ahead of the game. However, he seems to have no qualms about being Giovanni's personal pet to the point where that seems to be his ultimate endgame, showing that he might have less issue with being owned and more issue with being owned by someone whose attentions won't give him a sense of status (it's also probably worthy of note that Meowth has, as he's wont to do, likely not considered the true ramifications of being Giovanni's pet). It should also be noted that Meowth doesn't react to things like a cat would- in fact, his reactions tend to be extremely human and while he might be easily distracted by a ball of yarn or something shiny, he rarely shows a more catlike side of himself. He's just a tiny, furry human. (Albeit one that would not say no to someone petting him- he's a sucker for affection.)
At his core, Meowth is a dreamer, living an idyllic fantasy life to such a great extent that it's evident he has no clue how things really are in the real world- this is clear by his mental portrayals of Giovanni, who he sees as a simple man who can be easily swayed by the most mundane of gifts, when, in reality, Giovanni is only interested in that which can help him take over the world in the most efficient way. In fact, Meowth almost always puts himself against plans the boss would legitimately like to achieve out of his own sense of morality, such as in Mewtwo Returns when he stands with Metwo and the clones, rather than Giovanni and Team Rocket. While skewed, he does have morals, as well as a poetic side that comes out especially whenever he looks at a full moon. He has aspects of a philosopher in him and can often manage great insights when he feels compelled to.
Character Plans: Meowth is a character whose one real goal is to be loved and respected, thus turning to a life of crime in canon. While he's extremely close to his partners, Jessie and James, being stuck in another universe where most people won't think he's useless or a freak will be a complete switch for him and give him a dilemma to work through... Especially if Jess or Jimmy ever actually show up. Plus, he's fun and a crackier character will balance out my two plottier characters and Gabriel who has a lot of established CR and world stuff. And he has a lot of potential, even as a crack character, for exploring some darker and edgier stuff I might not get to in other games.
Appearance/PB: Meowth is 1'4 worth of kitty with a koban embedded on his forehead.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample: [You know what's not awesome? Showing up at the baseball diamond just before Sirens. You know what's also not awesome? Pissing off a Darkness monster. Or, you know, happening to be in the wrong place when a Rotgut Cougar bursts. There is some irony about a cat nearly getting MAULED by Rotgut Kittens, but Meowth isn't hearing any of that. He'd just like to know where in the FUCK he is and why are the Pokemon warped as hell.
Unluckily for Meowth (or maybe luckily), his NV has a very sensitive "voice" button, so he's been broadcasting for the past ten minutes. At first, all anyone hears is the sound of something scraping on pavement and probably the familiar sound of a hissing legion of rotgut kittens that gets drowned out by yelps, panting, and a few choice curses as Meowth starts clawing and fighting back. This... Is not very effective, so CLAWS TO THE PAVEMENT, IT IS. After a lengthy period of frantic panting and the sounds of padded footsteps too soft to be human, but, hey, maybe your NV's sound is bad somehow, Meowth finally stops, still completely unaware that he's broadcasting.]
I think I lost 'em. [A sigh] But it looks like I lost Jessie and James too. ...Huh? [Yes, everyone. Genius has discovered his NV. Finally.] I don't remember gettin' this. [....Oh well. Might as well make the best of it. He clears his throat and speaks into it, tone going all... Official-like.] Team Rocket Field Agent Meowth reporting in. We have an agent in hostile territory in need of an extraction.
[There's a sound and Meowth jolts in shock, upsetting a trashcan in the process. It doesn't help his life.] Me.
Third Person Sample: Getting blasted off on a daily basis? Whatever. Fine. That was life. C'est la vie. Meowth could roll with those particular punches even if he didn't necessarily like the idea of having to scrape himself off the forest floor every Thursday night...
...Actually, this was a lot less comfy than the forest. Come to think of it, they weren't even in the forest to begin with. ...Come to think of it, this was definitely not Kanto astroturf. Arceus knows how the fuck he could tell that. Hitting the ground facefirst so many times tended to give you a pretty good impression of the scenery from that angle.
Meowth groaned and pulled himself up onto all fours, giving his surroundings a wide eyed glance, cat-eyes adjusting to the darkness. It was definitely midafternoon when he and Jessie and James were sent flying by another one of Pikachu's electric attacks and he was still smoldering a little... So he could definitely cross "it was all a dream" off his list of possible explanations, which was a relief, because if he was actually dreaming about failure, then psychiatric help was the only remedy and they didn't have the budget for that.
Baseball diamond. Right. "I get the feelin' we ain't in Saffron no more," he whined out loud, meaning for the comment to reach Jessie and James, but when no answering groans followed, he looked around intently, only to find he was alone. "Guys?"
Dammit. Every time he got blasted off somewhere on his own, he ended up stuck working with Pikachu or an island that worshipped him. His life would kill an ordinary Pokemon. He clambered up onto two legs and took a few tentative steps forward. Okay. Nothing jumping out at him. No sign of Jessie and James. He sighed and started walking, figuring he'd run into his pals sooner or later, hopefully after he realized what the hell was going on so he could explain it to them and delight in being the informed one of the trio.
He was about ten feet from the field when his inexplicable sense of smell picked up the intense smell of rot, decay, and, worst of all, blood. A second later, it occurred to him that no city street would ever be this quiet and empty at night- he was raised on the city streets. He knew that beat like he knew the edge of his claws. Speaking of those, they came out on instinct when a growling sound from behind made his ears flick.
Not. In. Saffron. Anymore.
He pulled his paws away from his face, leveling them to a fighting stance, and then whirled at the sound- nothing was directly behind him, but a good ten feet away was something vaguely feline, taking slow, labored steps, it's engorged belly looking fit to burst. It was bigger than he was, but it was slow and Meowth belonged to a species known for its speed, battle skill or no. Sure, he could run, but this was an unfamiliar city and a street Meowth knew to stand his ground or else he was gonna get picked on by everything else in the territory.
....You know, he'd never seen a Pokemon like that before, now that he was thinking of it, especially not in Kanto.
....Oh well.
"Hey!" The creature gave him no real reaction. "Yeah, I'm talkin' to you. This turf belongs to Meowth now, y'hear? So scram. And tell all your buddies there's a new Top Cat in town and if they know what's good for 'em, they'll steer clear." The creature stopped briefly and Meowth placed his paws on his hips, clearly satisfied that his bluff was working.
...Until it started moving again, slowly, deliberately.
"You got ears, you ugly palooka, so why don'tcha use 'em?" His claws extended another inch or so, glowing faintly and when the creature didn't stop, he lunged. "A wise guy, huh? Fine. Get a load of my Fury Swipes."
He aimed a swipe at the creature's bloated belly. This would later go down as his third, fourth, and fifth mistakes of the night.
The thing's stomach burst and Meowth knew a second later that he had made the wrong call. The sea of ugly, nipping, biting, and clawing kittens that swarmed him soon after confirmed that and the next thing he knew, he was bolting and screeching through the night, dislodging the little creatures any way possible.
Blasting off was one thing. This? This royally sucked.