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Out-of-Character Information
Name: Le Kat
References: Bulbapedia / Serebii.net / Veekun.net
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In-Character Information
Name: Subject #TR00x4731, "Warren", though he'll make up aliases on the fly.
Game/Series: Pokemon
Canon Point: Three years after Generation I/III. [Generation II/IV]
Age & Grade Level: 18, senior
Personality: Warren is he is cruel, manipulative, and ultimately only cares about himself. Vain, haughty, prone to sarcasm, and a habitual liar, there's not a whole lot to like about the guy. That's okay though because he loves himself because the rest of the world is subsequently beneath him. His outlook on the world is incredibly cynical but he believes can make it all better, and he'll try to convince you to think the same.
He’s narcissistic with a capital N.
Warren's time spent being raised under Team Rocket's wing has left him with a very skewed sense of moral values. It's okay to lie--it gets you what you want. It's okay to be sneaky and underhanded--it gets you what you want. Empathy? Remorse? What is that. As a result Warren's become very good at putting on an act and the art of manipulation, and would sooner get someone else to do his dirty work than do it himself. If he's being kind and nice, there is almost always an ulterior motive. He is the type that would enjoy playing with his food [both figuratively and literally] given the chance, so he won't mind to do something like that simply to entertain himself, and may come across as snobby, bratty or pretentious. He considers himself the most important thing of all and will do everything to ensure his pleasure, his needs, his desires are met. He will especially ensure that his own hide remains unharmed, even if that means that others will get harmed in the process. Warren hardly takes others into consideration. Hardly, because he knows he can’t use people when they're dead... not that he'd risk his own fur for someone.
Even if Warren purrprefers not to sully his hands with physical labor, he is not above and beyond doing it himself. Behind his lithe, elegant appearance lies a barbaric side. He is a guy who has all but lost his sense of empathy and will readily engage in torture, be it mental, physical or emotional. Mind games are his favorite to play, but Warren would just as soon delightfully bask in the bloodshed... and then later complain about how it stained his clothing. Or dear god he just broke a claw, ugh!
Yes, he is very vain and values his appearance. There will never be a wrinkle in his clothes, a single blemish on his skin or a mirror he will not double-check, and his vanity can often become a hindrance or viewed as an eccentricity. This was not as much of a problem when he was younger and fought constantly for approval and was willing to go through many extremes, battles and experiments to obtain it... but once Warren overcame that and was "set free", he was instilled with a belief that he was never good enough, never perfect enough. The whole world is awful and imperfect! Shinies are not imperfect, however. He loves shinies; coins, gold rings, gold necklaces with thin chains, rubies and things of that sort and will readily accessorize himself in them. It is quite possible he could be bribed or talked out of [or extremely distracted by] something with a simple offering of these.
Warren is infinitely searching for his idea of perfection, and that mindset carries into a large aspect of his personality. Outwardly, Warren maintains a regal air of sophistication, and prides himself on being suave and elegant. Mistakes are unacceptable, but Warren is not inflexible about them should an opportunity present itself to rectify it, or even better--take advantage of it. [Probably at the expense of someone else.] Inwardly, Warren is constantly fussing with his own goals and ideals; a world where there is no difference between man and beast. Both are mindless animals and only someone like him [who obviously understands both worlds better than anyone else can] can bring them together in holy matrimony. Weak and feeble from either specie need not apply, as they are useless to him and will quickly be left behind to rot. He's cunning and ambitious, but patient and an opportunist. Any plans he makes should be perfect to a T... and if they don't go right for some reason, then it won't be his fault. Scapegoats are always easy to find and lead to slaughter, after all.
Backstory: Once upon a time in a land far far away; a land where kids leave their parent's sides' to travel the world alone at the mere age of 10ish, to risk life or death peril in the great sport of Pocket Monster fighting, trading, breeding and so forth... there was a group of bad guys who aimed to do bad things with said Pocket Monsters. Bad things in bad ways for bad reasons. They are better known as Team Rocket.
In their high time of villainy, Team Rocket accomplished a great number of things in varying degrees of success before being thwarted by one of those 10ish-year-old's. Stealing Pokemon for profit, exploiting Pokemon for profit, experimenting on Pokemon for profit, stealing rare Pokemon fossils from scientists for... you get the idea. There was nothing they didn't try to achieve their goals for world domination, even going so far as murder and hostile take overs, notably the The Radio Tower and Silph Co. Yes, Silph Corporation; the leading manufacturer of Pokemon technology and several other Pokemon-related items. It was an ideal target for the crime syndicate, for deep within the recesses of the corporation were top secret plans for the Master Ball, a device that could capture any Pokemon without fail... but that wasn't all. There were numerous other projects the Rockets stumbled across in their take over of Silph; projects either still in-progress, experimental stages, or unfinished and scrapped entirely.
TM Transform.
Transforming was an inherit ability limited to certain Pokemon. Only two in fact; Ditto and Mew. Mew was obviously, not a creature readily available to experiment on, but Ditto were numerous, and a well trained Ditto could transform into just about anything... even humans. That was, very curiously, what this unfinished project buried deep behind Silph Co.'s closed doors seemed to focused on--a very strange extension on studying the bond between humans and Pokemon. That is, a literal Pokemon to human transformation. Anthropomorphism. "Gijinka". Humanization. But for that reason and numerous other complications, the project never get very far off the ground... it was kind of... unethical.
Unethical even for the otherwise very unethical Team Rocket. However, one particular [particularly crazy, probably] sect of Rockets took the idea with fervor. Just think of the extra willing and able bodies add to their ranks, to do their dirty work, all that spying potential and recon, all those extra opposable thumbs. The potentials were endless, and the Don would love the idea, surely! They picked up the pieces and secretly began testing it on their own Pokemon. Initial results were terribly disappointing; most Pokemon ended up horrible amalgamations of human body parts in wrong places or they simply died halfway through the process, screaming, crying or yowling in agony. Despite that, the Rocket scientists persisted in perfecting the unfinished TM. Subject #TR00x4731, a Persian who belonged to Rocket Grunt Herman showed most promise in that search for puuurrfection.
TR00x4731 started out as a wild Meowth living in a tiny pack on Route 6. The entire pack was captured single handily by Herman but he seemed to take a shine to one little kitten in particular. Which was fortunate, because the other cats quickly found their way onto the market as fur coats. The Meowth wasn't really a Pokemon so much as a pet but he knew one thing for certain: he did not want to suffer the same fate as his previous pack-mates. He quickly grew to learn that being sneaky and underhanded was the best way to go about this, especially when the Rockets were your only influence in life. He would not look weak. He wouldn't pick fights he knew he couldn't win. If he made a mistake, someone else was going to take the blame. He would manipulate everyone using his feline charms. [Your shiny objects never stood a chance.] He would steal all of Herman's attention away from his other Pokemon. He was a devious little cat... and it worked better than he could have ever imagined.
Herman wouldn't give his prized pet an actual nickname until he evolved into a Persian. Evolving was like passing the test; battle after battle, job after job, he had proven himself worthy to be more than just an arm and a claw of Team Rocket, more than just a pet, and worthy of whatever sliver compassion was in Herman. A top cat. "Warren" was born. Having a name meant having a bond, a purpose, someone he could trust and someone he could fight for, more than just Team Rocket itself. He had Herman's acceptance and attention and he wanted to keep it all for himself.
Unfortunately, Herman did not exactly return the sentiments. Ah, but love is blind, as they say...
So of course Warren was willing to be a test subject for the experimental TM they have just pilfered from Silph. Just sit in this cage in this secret lab with those other Pokemon there might of been a Golduck in there and make nicey-nice with the Scientists, right? All for the glory of Team Rocket! That's what he kept telling himself gruesome experiment after experiment. His first attempt at turning human was more like something out of An American Werewolf in London than the ideal goal of a ninja poof of smoke or bright light instantly providing the transformation. It hurt. Bones grew, shrank, popped and snapped into place within seconds, skin stretched and was pulled in ways he couldn't imagine, cat hair fell out and human hair grew in, organs moved and shifted around inside his body as if they had a mind of their own, certain senses and sensations dulled while he gained new ones... Emotions and hormones were all over the place. He could speak in human tongue, albeit it was guttural nonsense and imitations of words. Amnesia and mood swings ran rampant. It was an excruciatingly painful process. But he would persevere. He didn't care how long it would take, how disconnected with the outside world he would become--he would be perfect.
But by then he had lost his name. Months passed. He was no longer Warren, but known as Subject #TR00x4731. For how hard he had pushed himself to become human, he just was another animal in a cage. Herman rarely checked in on the status of his own Pokemon anymore. All for the glory of Team Rocket.
Then, shit hit the fan. Red came through and did his hero thing, single-handily tearing the organization at the seams. One day, the scientists didn't come by anymore. The experimentation stopped. ...The power eventually went out. It slowly became clear that the experimental Pokemon had been abandoned, left to fend for themselves. They were failures not even worth saving. Warren didn't want to rot in his cage. He had too much promise and potential to waste. Too much blood, sweat and tears to go unacknowledged. He broke free.
...And Herman was there, not far from his cage. He came back!
He came back to steal the unfinished TM, and nothing more. He ran.
Warren ran after him. The months of experiments had left him awkward, ungainly and unrefined in both forms, and he simply couldn't keep up with his old trainer. Herman and TM Transform escaped to who knows where and when. Lost and forgotten, soon to become nothing more than a rumorous fairytale, were-Pokemon, ideas only crazy, drunk fisherman would embellish and talk about.
Herman was gone. Team Rocket was in shambles. Anger, confusion, desperation and despair would have surely overwhelmed Warren then, but... something else happened instead. He found a strange solace, and it was hilarious. For so long Warren had been under his trainer's thumb, obeying his orders and seeking approval, to, at first, avoid becoming another fur coat... but then it might of grown and teetered on something a little more; a bond. But now he was free from all that. He had complete range in both Pokemon and Human worlds. He could do anything he wanted. Why, he could even rebuild Team Rocket and do it right, perfect all the imperfections utilizing both Humans AND Pokemon together at his disposal! Just think of the extra willing and able bodies add to his ranks, to do all his dirty work, all that spying potential and recon, all those extra opposable thumbs.
Oh, wouldn't Herman be so proud? Maybe he'd make a nice fur coat too.
Warren practiced his transforming until he could do it flawlessly then set off to scrape together whatever dark and shady NPC Grunt type characters happened to still be around. Persons and Pokes of questionable morals that liked the idea of reforming a merry band of villains, anyone who would fall victim to his feline charms. Maybe, if he was lucky, he might be able to find the old Rocket Boss himself, The Don--Giovanni. Until then Warren worked in the dark, flitting between both worlds, gathering his resources and connections, waiting for a good opportunity to strike.
An opportunity would instead, strike him.
This came the form of strange rumors that circulated within his small network of villainy. Supposedly there were... cosplayers with extremely realistic looking features being spotted in Kanto. Or even better was the story of the magical transforming Umbreon originating from somewhere on Route 12. Could it be...? The TM...? There were also as of late reports of Beedrill corpses raining from the sky over Viridian Forest and Diglett corpses piled in Diglett's cave, apparently the result of some pyromaniac's firebomb or a very disgruntled group of Voltorb. Outside of Kanto there were whispers of similar trails of destruction. It was so interesting.
Curiosity called the cat, and a quest for knowledge would eventually attract the attention of the being of knowledge himself. He pointed him in the right direction.
To a school filled with humanized Pokemon, and the old Rocket Boss himself. Was he here to reform Team Rocket? Take over everything? Or perhaps just settling down and biding his time? Oh gosh he could get to meet him in person. And what of all this transforming business... had the TM been perfected and circulated into the market around here? Were the old Sinnoh Myths coming to light again? How wonderful~ It was simply too good of an opportunity to pass up.
Anything Else?:
● Warren enjoys going by fake names and aliases varying from unremarkable to pompous and strange. Sometimes he will go by his given name just to mix things up a little.
● He's taken the time to master the art of transformation, and likes to conceal as much of his Persianesque traits while masquerading around as a human. No tail, no ears; just the forehead gem. [He feels it's easy enough to pass off as a human thing.] That is to say it's not impossible for him to make a mistake every now and then, or loose concentration during great moments of stress. [How embarrassing to have ears or a tail just pop out due to unforeseen circumstances!] Just don't catch it before he does, or there will be hell to pay day.
● Persians have this WEIRD QUIRK; if you yank one by the whiskers it becomes temporarily docile. This trait carries over in his human form, though to compensate for the lack of whiskers, it instead encompasses all the hair on his head. It's a secret flaw he's never had the pleasure of discovering on his own.
● Italic and tilde abuse everywhere.
● Obligatory specs/move set:
L58 Quirky nature
· Slash
· Power Gem
· Thunderbolt [TM24]
· Captivate
Limber/Technician/Tension/Humanization, ect ect.
● He will have some small formally-abandoned Rocket hideouts scattered around in Kanto and Johto with accompanying NPC thugs and are more or less just used as SEEKRIT MEETING SPOTS between his ~*~network~*~ of villainy. IE future plot device hideouts.
In-Character 1st person writing sample (journal):
[An voice log interrupting your network posts today. A male voice that has a tendency to end on a slight purr with certain words.]
Excuse me, if I could have the attention of your technical guru here. Mister Aticon, is it?
This computer screen has been flashing blue and red for quite some time, I think there is a Porygon of sorts stuck in there? How unsettling to this place has such a security flaw on it's network. I'm sure this sort of thing isn't normal and no fault of your own, but if you could be a dear and come fix it for me I would greatly appreciate it. My name is Seth, I'm a new student.
Until that gets fixed I'm afraid I can't be introduced to any of your beautiful faces Smash Academy, but I would enjoy hearing the sound of your voice if you'll give it to me.
In-Character 3rd person writing post:
"Life isn't fair, is it?" It seemed, somehow, a stray white mouse had found it's way into the cafeteria. And subsequently under the fingers of a very amused looking boy who currently had it pinned down by the tail with one finger.
"I'm sure all you did was get lost simply looking for food." Warren loosened the slack, only to press down again once the mouse thought it was free. He dug the tip of his nail into it's tail and dragged back, eliciting a pained squeak. It continued to squirm helplessly, a delicious look of fear fixed in it's big, black eyes. "A cafeteria would hold so much food for something of your size, wouldn't it? But you can't have it." Warren licked his lips and pressed a little harder. "It's much too dangerous."
"Who are you talking to?" A convenient NPC girl asked. She was holding her tray of food and staring uneasily at the rodent skittering frantically in place on the cafeteria table. How long had she been there? No matter.
"Science Fair mouse." Warren answered with a smile and without a beat. "We're having lunch together."
"Are you sure that's the way you're supposed to be holding it? It looks..." She trailed off. Like it was squirming for it's life? Yes, quite.
"Oh, I assure you it's perfectly fine." Warren released the mouse's tail but his hand quickly clamped over the top of it's body, securing it in place [and thus muffling it's squeaky cries]. "He's simply startled because you showed up. Not that you would have known any better."
"...Oh." She said with a frown, thought to inquire further about his Science Fair project, but turned to leave when the boy said nothing more and his smile edged into creepy grin territory.
After she was out of sight Warren lifted his fingers up off the creature since it had stopped squirming. Oh dear, he seemed to of pressed on it's little skull too hard. What a pity. Come to think of it, Warren decided he lost his appetite. He gingerly plopped the dead rodent in his meal, stood, and sauntered to the front of the line, cutting everyone off. He had a good excuse, you see.
"I can't eat this slop," The boy announced. "It's crawling with vermin, and I want a refund."