[b]Name:[/b] Maceroy Alvan

[b]Age:[/b] 24

[b]Preference:[/b] Generally speaking, Maceroy prefers to seek out situations and subjects that make an impact - Pokemon, attacks, attack typings, or simply the most [i]glorious[/i] outfits - if it's glam, and if it's stylish, it's in, at least in his mind.

[b]Appearance:[/b]
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The best word for describing Maceroy is "svelte" - though "sleek" does make the cut for how little body hair he has, his entire body is pale, slender, and very well toned, with icy blue eyes and black hair typically presented in a bob-cut covering one eye. To complete the look, he may apply many different combinations of lipstick, hair dye, nail polish and outfits, ranging from intensely stylish to overtly sensual, though occasionally they veer into absurdly eccentric, such as wearing food.

[b]Personality:[/b] Speaking of "eccentric", Maceroy absolutely fits the bill in that regard - his attitude is certainly nothing less than flamboyant, and he'll often wind up posing like a rock star on an album cover when excited. It's not that difficult to get him to that stage, either, given an attitude of intensely upbeat "go-getter"-ism, eager to please and be pleased no matter how you slice it, though equally he can find himself just as intensely soured by something that really fails to flick any of his switches, or indeed targets a major personal tick-off of his, such as the nature of his relationship with his Pokemon, or the suggestion that his clothing is (save a few noteworthy exceptions) anything other than fantastic. Indeed, whilst he is an expert clothing designer as well as a contest judge, he is the same sort of expert who is interested not merely in sticking with the usual industry standards, but in throwing as much stuff at the wall as he can and seeing what sticks, not to mention wearing it even at his own expense - be it leather or silk, cardboard or porcelain, perishable or not.

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[b]Nickname:[/b] Sazzy

[b]Stats:[/b]
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[b]Personality:[/b] The nickname gives a hint: Maceroy's Salazzle is the sassiest girl you will ever meet, human or Pokemon, and she is not at all afraid to show it. With a Choice Scarf equipped just for fashion's sake, a high-quality blonde wig that she flicks for dramatic effect complete with a shower of sparkling... sparks, and often one of the latest items in Maceroy's line on her frame, not to mention posing alongside her master and friend at every opportunity, Sazzy is one snazzy girl, and she [i]will[/i] show it off to you in probably-backhanded fashion at every opportunity. Oddly enough, she also seems to enjoy rough handling even if it seems like it'd be somewhat painful, something that might not be apparent given how she fights - that is, very trickily, avoiding hits and toying with the minds of her opponents whilst doing everything in her power to mess up their fighting style. She was also much more liberal about how she used her pheromones in the past, but she and Maceroy have come to a strict accord about that issue as of the present day.

[b]How you met:[/b] Maceroy's parents were quite well-off and quite well-meaning, but not exactly what one would call "responsible". This might be why they spent a fair sum of money on giving a Shiny Salandit to Maceroy at the ripe age of ten years old, importing it to Sinnoh all the way from Alola without really checking to see whether he would be responsible for it, and far more importantly without checking its gender.

It turns out he was very responsible in looking after it - it was difficult not to be, when he was inundated with its pheromones half the time. In fact, he soon wound up being very underweight, enough that even his parents managed to notice something was off. They took him to a doctor, who quickly diagnosed the problem not as anorexia, but as his Pokemon effectively mind-controlling him; when they found it difficult to separate the two for multiple reasons, they instead prescribed pills to make him more resistant to the effects of his Pokemon's pheromones.

The pills worked, mostly, but they did so by essentially blocking off his dopamine receptors, leaving him functionally depressed for an extended period of time. This was not a good thing for a developing tween, and in combination with his Pokemon's disobedient and almost snarky attitude toward most people, his parents had a fit of actual responsibility and decided that the best thing would be to simply ditch the Salandit with another family without children, despite the protests and wailing that ensued. Even once he was off the pills, the loss of a friend- and despite the pills and pheromone control, Maceroy did feel that his Pokemon had been an actual friend by the end of things- left Maceroy in a well of despair for quite a while afterwards, something he only recovered from gradually by steadily integrating back into his fellow classmate's social circles.

Then, at the age of fifteen, some serendipitous fate brought the two back together. Maceroy happened across a veteran trainer with a team seeking to take on the nearest gym, and showed the team off to Maceroy when asked. Maceroy didn't immediately recognise the Shiny Salazzle that formed one part of the man's team, but she certainly recognised him, and both were ecstatic to meet one another once more. His attempts to apologise were brushed off light-heartedly, not like he could have done anything about it anyway, and after a while of catching up and marvelling over how they'd both grown, the trainer promised to let Maceroy keep seeing his old Pokemon whenever he wanted after he returned.

Suffice to say, the next year was the start of an up-turn for Maceroy. To cut a long story short, he and the Salazzle grew closer to one another in part due to much-reduced pheromone usage on her part, his moods improved drastically as a result, and eventually, the trainer insisted that he take her back, suggesting that she was closer to Maceroy than himself anyway - and besides, he'd gotten his badge and other rewards aside, so why keep her there as long as he kept up her training? And with Sazzy returned to his side, the duo started working together on fixing what they'd done wrong previously - and in particular, on Maceroy's future path in life, which before he'd discovered her again had been somewhat rocky.

She helped shape his psyche, and he helped shape hers. Maceroy never intended to enter Pokemon tournaments as a mainstream affair, but he certainly kept up with Sazzy's training and skill as requested, and even managed to teach her some new tricks too. At the age of seventeen, both of them found their most important common interest: Maceroy had had plenty of well-designed clothes to examine from his parent's wardrobe, and it transpired that Sazzy's second master had been a bit of a contest participant on top of a tournament fighter, earning the Salazzle quite a few ribbons and an eternal interest in looking fantastic. Thus, they started to work almost feverishly on bettering their ability to work, and work with, fabric, leather, and when those ran out just about anything else they could get their hands on - his strange prepubescent interactions with her and his medication, plus her present predilections, left him uncaring of the usual limitations that a clothing designer might be presented with.

And when the editor-in-chief of one Poké Chic fashion magazine happened across this fledgling work, she was impressed - not just with his, nay with [i]their[/i] skill, but also with how they presented it so flamboyantly, and how they went into styling because they truly loved it, and not just to become famous. It wasn't long before, under Hermione's guidance, the duo rose to fame, offering up clothing for both humans and Pokemon of all sorts, and as a side gig acting as judges for a great many contests. Which brings us to this contest: they've got the moves, they've got the skill, and they've got the opinions! All they need now are subjects to judge!
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