MacDuffy

Pokemon: New World

Edited in my completed character sheet!

Summoners of Babel

@cloudystar

Awright, should we keep our pick a secret, or just say it here?

Summoners of Babel

@Rune_Alchemist

Now there's an idea...

Summoners of Babel

@Duoya

MIDDLE-AGED MANLY MEN BROS

Pokemon: New World

Alrighty, then. PM Sent!

Pokemon: New World

posted this in the wrong tab haha i'm DUMB

Hey everybody!

I'm interested in jumping aboard, if you guys'll have me, but I'm still pretty new to how joining RP's works here. Do I have to show my character sheet and get it approved BEFORE I put it in the Characters tab?

Pokemon: New World

Benny Bellini

Name: Benny Bellini
Age: 18
Starting Location: Feyhollow Town
Occupation: Chef For-Hire
Rank: Beginner
Organization:
Trainer Points: 0

Appearance: Benny is a rotund young man. Standing at 5'9" with a head of brown, messy hair and narrow eyes. He wears his chef whites wherever he goes, for some odd reason, even when roughnecking it in the wilderness. He has frighteningly sharp teeth- a genetic trait on his mother's side- but often doesn't open his mouth wide enough for that to be seen, unless when battling.

Biography: Benny had but two passions throughout his life: Cooking, and Pokemon Battling. By day, he would work diligently in his family's simple eatery, Bellini's, learning the tricks of the trade of both cooking, and restaurant management. By night, he would stay up late in front of the glow of a monitor, eagerly watching famous trainers clash in live battles. Though he secretly pined to become a Pokemon trainer, Benny knew that the well-being of his family's restaurant counted on him, and he resigned himself comfortably to the life of a cook.

In time, he grew into a fine chef, and his cooking gained Bellini's a fine reputation even outside of Feyhollow. Though pleased with this, in his heart of hearts, he still quietly pined for the life of a master battler. His parents, ever observant of their boy, knew this all too well. One morning, when Benny was opening up shop, he turned on the lights to find his family at a table, a pokeball, a pokedex, and a packed lunch in the center and big smiles on their faces. They gave him their blessing to chase his dream- his real dream. And, despite his humble protests, Benny could not contain his joy at the prospect, and openly weeped in happiness.

Now, saddled up and ready to begin his trainer's journey, Benny makes a personal vow to himself: to one day bring his two greatest passions together, and open up his own restaurant, a battler's restaurant, with a world-traveled, world-famous trainer as its head chef!

Personality: Benny, normally, is a very jovial and kind-hearted person. He always has a smile and a nice word for nearly everyone he meets, and laughs heartily at the dumbest of jokes. He rarely, if ever, raises his voice. Being completely new to Pokemon training, despite being a fan of it his whole life, he feels as though he has big shoes to fill, viewing any trainer with even slightly more experience than him as a mentor, and being very self-conscious of his own potential and competence.

Despite all this, he does have a raging competitive spirit, which shines through whenever he is battling or cooking. He bares his sharp teeth in wild grins, taking on an ogre-like appearance, and becomes louder and more aggressive

Pokemon Caught: 0
Pokemon Party:
Pokemon Reserves:

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Scabbard looked sleepily at his newfound, musclebound friend as he put a friendly hand on his shoulder. Scabbard looked at the hand in mild surprise: Not many people were inclined to touch him....He understood, what with his grody skin, but Dugrass was one of the few who put a whole, five-fingered hand on him and not yelp or run away. He looked back at him with a smile, letting his handshaking hand fall lazily back to his side.

"...Cabbage Crasher?....Hey, that ain't bad..."

He watched him quickly take the lead and walk off with admiration. This guy must have a pretty solid sense of direction....Was he a navigator? Scab wondered of he'd ever been on a ship before...or if he'd like to. He could use someone who knew where he was going, if he was to get anywhere in........wherever he was planning on going? Where did he plan on going again? He hadn't really thought about it.....As he started to think about it, however, it became suddenly apparent to him that Dugrass had, in fact, walked off in that direction. He hurriedly followed to catch up, hefting his massive sword onto his shoulders once again.

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Scab's train of thought struck Dugrass's metaphorical deer at full speed, flying off the rails and soaring into outer space. He blinked as he looked back up at the gentleman, hearing his suggestion....Go after the Cabbage Killer, or course! Why didn't HE think of that?

He smiled a lazy smile at Dugrass and gladly accepted the handshake, lifting up his free hand and taking hold of the gentleman's. His skin was unsettling to touch: gnarled and knotted like ground beef, yet coarse and rough like sandpaper.

"Call me Scabbard, man..." He replied. "Like, uh...y'know, a sword. Like this one I got. Not like, uh....Not like 'Scab', like, uh.....like that thing that gets made when you get like a cut? That gross thing....People make that mistake sometimes, and it's kinda embarrassing, y'know? Like....Who wants to be called something gross like that...."

As he rambled on, something became increasingly apparent: Despite his odd, wispy demeanor, his handshake was quite firm! Very quite firm. Really very quite firm oh GOD his GRIP.

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Scabbard blinked a few times, looking at the man, before realizing that he had been offered food. He sheepishly scratched the back of his head, flattered. He'd never been treated to food before, he always had to just quietly swipe it when everybody was looking away.

"....I'd love to!" He said, eagerly, before pausing a moment to rethink his answer. "But...We oughta go after the Cabbage Guy, yeah.....but I'm pretty hungry......but if we catch the dude, we'll have bounty money to spend on food......but I could get food now....But then the Cabbage Dude might get away......I gotta think about this....."

And so he put a hand to his chin and thought.

And thought.

......Aaaaand thought.

He stared blearily at nothing, muttering to himself about which option to choose, for what felt like ages. It seems the decision would ultimately fall on the gentleman's shoulders.......