VICTORY ROAD PROFILE

[toothaches]

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DESCRIPTION

Back home, Maurice spent a good six or seven months as a vampire. Now that he's in the world of Pokemon, he has been resurrected! Please ignore his deathly blue pallor in his icons. He's pale but not THAT pale. He did, however, keep his monster teeth so feel free to have your character comment on those!

Maurice looks more or less like a big rotund biker dude who's been bleached out by the sun--his skin is pasty, his blue eyes are baggy, and he seems almost constantly out of breath. His wild mullet is faded blonde as well--unhealthy and brittle looking despite his best efforts. Hopefully in a couple months he'll perk up!

Wanna see some artwork of Maurice? Check out his ART TAG on my blog!


EMPLOYMENT
Laundry and general housekeeping at the Stouts and Stoutlands Pub
700P an hour friday-sunday evenings. bad decisions were made.

TEAM

STAT SPREADSHEET

JOHTO BADGES
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KANTO BADGES
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RATTATERTOT

[toothaches]

SPECIES NAME F | PKMN NAME | Info OT: Maurice Hutch Level: 18 Type: Ability: Run Away Nature & Characteristic:Careful, thoroughly cunning Learned moves: Tackle, Tail Whip, Quick Attack, Focus Energy, Bite, Pursuit, Hyper Fang, Assurance, Crunch, Sucker Punch, Super Fang, Double Edge, Endevour TM/HM moves: Obtained: Maurice found her on his way to Violet. SHE'S. SO. SMALL!!!! SHE'S SO SMALL! Maurice was instantly smitten with the tiny Rattata when she popped out of the grass. She is hardly bigger than an egg and spends most of her time snoozing in his vest pocket. Tater is a quiet Pokemon, preferring to watch and listen with her big ears and twitching whiskers than to get involved. She is incredibly smart, quick to figure out how to take advantage in most any situation. Due to her small size, she had to grow up scrappy and while she holds her own in battle just fine, she prefers to be a lap Pokemon. She gives Maurice the best whisker kisses. You got to be crazy, gotta have a real need Gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You got to strike when the moment is right without thinking. -Dogs by Pink Floyd