(OOC: I will be using a Fakemon of mine for this RP since I have permission from the RP creator. However, I will not be including a character bio for my Pokémon at the moment since I would like to keep with the mystery; it will be up to you to see what the Pokémon's features are before I publish the bio either a bit later or PMing it to those that want it if the time is appropriate. Note that my character is quite the experienced trainer, as he will be likely assisting the beginners to those that have not completely read this post.)
Name: His name is Scott Stalt. (Though sometimes he is referred to as Mr. Stalt if approached by others in a formal manner.)
Appearance: Scott stands at a modest height of 5'6" and has pale skin and a light build. He has gray hair, a small mustache above his lips and wears a monocle with the outer area being in a nightly shade of violet on his right eye. He wears a purple tuxedo with the collar being black with golden cufflinks on each sleeve in the area near his wrists. The backside of his tuxedo has an emblem of Team Sigma, as it is composed of the letter sigma being in a modest shade of pink and being uppercase, while two black horizontal, parallel lines strike through the letter's central area. A small, purple circle comfortably sits in between these lines, as the circle has an outer black area protecting the shade from spreading around. He has on straight, purple pants styled with a smooth, formal feel to allow for bonus contest points. He wears black, leather boots lacking any laces and carries around a small, cubical device in his pocket that serves the purposes of a Pokédex, map and more. As a result of his back strength somewhat decreasing due to the amount of stress it took from a prior incident, the device is able to convert almost all matter into data and vice versa. (Though even the device can only hold so much as it has a data limit of around five hundred gigabytes. Data space is measured through the means of adding together the object's mass and volume.)
Personality: [TBA in the RP as this has changed somewhat after he decided to turn a new leaf.]
Backstory: [TBA in the RP.]
Age: He is about 38 Years old.
Gender: Male
Other: He still likes to eat cookies from time to time.
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BIC:
“Daddy... If I’m not alive, then why am I in this weird body... I know it looks c- cu- cute... but...” A robotic Pokémon asked.
“Daddy allowed a scientist to fix you as much as he could, but a robot was the only option. Daddy and the good scientist still cannot work with the deceased sadly,” Scott quietly replied while letting the small, robotic Pokémon walk by his left side.
The little Pokémon’s body seemed to be mostly a pale shade of yellow, with her arms, five fingered hands, legs and five toed feet being in a light shade of cream coloring. Her body was primarily made of a resilient layering of titanium to protect all vital parts of machinery kept inside and well hidden from external viewing. She had blue eyes like a calm, content sky would, while her nose seemed to simply be two small dots to allow her the ability of smell and secondary sense. Her mouth seemed to have no teeth at all, as she could not exactly process organic matter like all life could.
Her body’s main way of getting energy lies in a small pile of strong solar cells at the heart of her body, as it enables her to stay awake all day and night without needing a plug every four hours on her bottom. A golden, twenty-four karat bracelet was worn around her right arm, as it had something etched that read, “Anna.”
“Hey dork! Nice little wimpy thing you got there! Maybe the Professor should have ordered some scrap instead and called that a Pokémon!” A passing trainer on a bike blurted.
“Wimpy... seriously... calling me... THAT? I’ll have you know that I’m not just a pile of scrap you idiot! I don’t even think the best salon can even fix that red hair of your’s!” The robotic Pokémon retorted while her trainer gave a light sigh towards the other trainer getting off his bike after putting it to a sudden stop.
“Heh... looks like the little girl’s getting a bit angry. Maybe she needs her bottle and her cuddles since she’s getting too cranky,” The trainer replied while the robotic Pokémon glared at the trainer and directed a loud grunt towards him.
A trio of faint, red rings were sent towards the trainer, as the middle one managed to stick onto the trainer’s body seconds later while the other two rings were focused upon the main possible areas the trainer would attempt to move towards in hopes of evading a powerful, imminent attack.
“I’LL SHOW YOU WHO NEED A BOTTLE... A BOTTLE OF DEATH THAT IS! JUST STAY RIGHT THERE, I’LL MAKE THIS ONE QUICK AND ON THE HOUSE!” The little Pokémon roared while two white, glowing orbs appeared beside the Pokémon. Her hands radiated a bright, clear light towards the trainer, as Scott fumbled through the cube’s menu in hopes of being able to find a specific item as soon as he could.