Post by Rosario Vescovi on Jun 27, 2017 0:28:52 GMT
ROSARIO VESCOVI
BASIC INFORMATION
NAME: Rosario Vescovi
AGE: Twenty years
SPECIES: Persian Gijinka
OCCUPATION: Team Rocket Member
HOMETOWN: Cinnabar Island
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single & Ready to Mingle
FACE CLAIM: Felix Argyle from Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu
FAMILY:• Unknown egg donor
• Two (deceased)
PERSONALITY
When you first lay your eyes on little Rosario, you will probably think that this little kitten is harmless. You'll probably also assume he's a little girl, but we'll get into that later. Rosario is, at least on the outside, an adorable cat who just wants to see a smile on the faces of others. He almost constantly wears a smile on his face, and there is a small skip to his step. Lovable enough to be unassuming, Rosario tries his best to make you feel at ease around him. He tries not to overstep boundaries, and he does what he can to help in any situation. Any cry for help is answered with an immediate yes. He seems friendly enough that this doesn't surprise too many people who meet him.
However, the adorable kitten he makes himself out to be is mostly an act. There are glimmers of truth shrouded in a well-crafted lie, but it would take far too long for anyone to know Rosario enough to be able to differentiate between the two. In truth, Rosario is a sly and manipulative cat who worms his way into the hearts of others for his own personal gain. Sometimes, he enjoys the suffering when they finally witness his truth. Betrayal at its finest. Other times, he merely keeps someone around because they are useful in one way or another, be it because they entertain him or because he will need their skills later on down the line.
Rosario is not the type to actually follow any orders unless they come from the very few people he truly respects. He may act the part when trying to get on your good side, but those who know who he really works for find it hard to get him to cooperate. He prefers to work on his own if he isn't in charge or directly under those few. Anyone who has to deal with him for work will find that he will openly insult them with that cheerful smile on his face, as if he had not said anything wrong. This isn't to say he would jeopardize any task at hand just because of his own personal preferences. No, no. Rosario is very thorough in his work. Imperfection is not allowed, though he does understand that he has to let human error slide. Sometimes. He is, after all, a Persian. Haughtiness and aggression is in his blood.
Work and his theatrics aside, let's get onto Rosario's preferences. If it was not obvious already, Rosario has a very effeminate appearance. This is both due to genetic engineering and his own upkeep of his appearance. He absolutely adores cute things, and he goes the extra mile to keep himself cute. Shopping sprees are very common when he has the pocket change, and he will splurge on clothing, makeup, and hair products. Trying to stop him will result in a hissy fit, and no one should want to deal with him when the claws come out. This is to assume he does not want to fool you. If he does, then you will have to deal with his pouting.
QUICK QUIRKS
Rosario has a tendency to speak in third person. This is a choice he makes, believing it would make him sound "cuter." He refers to himself as Rosa instead of Rosario, and everyone else is referred to with "Mister" or "Mistress" preceding their name. Depending on the situation, he might switch over to honorifics like -san and -chan (usually while visiting more traditional towns in Kanto).
Rosario is highly educated, and he knows three languages: English, Italian, and Japanese. If he knows you do not like him speaking in any language you cannot understand, he will do it just to annoy you. He will also ask questions he already knows the answer to. Just to annoy you.
Usually, a Persian can be calmed by their whiskers, but Rosario does not have those. Thus, his ears are more sensitive than they would otherwise be. Petting his ears will calm him down considerably, lulling him into a purring mess who wants nothing more than to cling to you for more pets.
He will slash at you if you try to brush away his bangs. They hide the red gem embedded in his forehead, and he would like to keep it that way.
He wears colored contacts to hide his red eyes.
However, the adorable kitten he makes himself out to be is mostly an act. There are glimmers of truth shrouded in a well-crafted lie, but it would take far too long for anyone to know Rosario enough to be able to differentiate between the two. In truth, Rosario is a sly and manipulative cat who worms his way into the hearts of others for his own personal gain. Sometimes, he enjoys the suffering when they finally witness his truth. Betrayal at its finest. Other times, he merely keeps someone around because they are useful in one way or another, be it because they entertain him or because he will need their skills later on down the line.
Rosario is not the type to actually follow any orders unless they come from the very few people he truly respects. He may act the part when trying to get on your good side, but those who know who he really works for find it hard to get him to cooperate. He prefers to work on his own if he isn't in charge or directly under those few. Anyone who has to deal with him for work will find that he will openly insult them with that cheerful smile on his face, as if he had not said anything wrong. This isn't to say he would jeopardize any task at hand just because of his own personal preferences. No, no. Rosario is very thorough in his work. Imperfection is not allowed, though he does understand that he has to let human error slide. Sometimes. He is, after all, a Persian. Haughtiness and aggression is in his blood.
Work and his theatrics aside, let's get onto Rosario's preferences. If it was not obvious already, Rosario has a very effeminate appearance. This is both due to genetic engineering and his own upkeep of his appearance. He absolutely adores cute things, and he goes the extra mile to keep himself cute. Shopping sprees are very common when he has the pocket change, and he will splurge on clothing, makeup, and hair products. Trying to stop him will result in a hissy fit, and no one should want to deal with him when the claws come out. This is to assume he does not want to fool you. If he does, then you will have to deal with his pouting.
QUICK QUIRKS
Rosario has a tendency to speak in third person. This is a choice he makes, believing it would make him sound "cuter." He refers to himself as Rosa instead of Rosario, and everyone else is referred to with "Mister" or "Mistress" preceding their name. Depending on the situation, he might switch over to honorifics like -san and -chan (usually while visiting more traditional towns in Kanto).
Rosario is highly educated, and he knows three languages: English, Italian, and Japanese. If he knows you do not like him speaking in any language you cannot understand, he will do it just to annoy you. He will also ask questions he already knows the answer to. Just to annoy you.
Usually, a Persian can be calmed by their whiskers, but Rosario does not have those. Thus, his ears are more sensitive than they would otherwise be. Petting his ears will calm him down considerably, lulling him into a purring mess who wants nothing more than to cling to you for more pets.
He will slash at you if you try to brush away his bangs. They hide the red gem embedded in his forehead, and he would like to keep it that way.
He wears colored contacts to hide his red eyes.
HISTORY
Tucked away on Cinnabar Island, a small group of Rocket scientists worked under the radar to continue their leader's desire to create the perfect hybrid. They were just a branch of the main project, working under a different environment to see if it would have any effect on the outcome of their experiments. Encrypted reports of each trial and error were constantly being sent back to headquarters. Their failures were not from a lack of success in creating a gijinka who could harness the true power of their Pokemon side. No, their failures were in those embryos that could never make it past the first couple of days. They were trying a different process from what the scientists at headquarters were using, and they constantly tweaked the process in hopes of success. It took a year before days turned into weeks. Another year passed, and they finally had a developing embryo that took to its Pokemon DNA rather than rejecting it completely.
Yet, their process was complicated and experimental, no pun intended. It was unstable, and they feared for what would come of their first "success." Would it live long enough to develop into an infant? Into a toddler?
No.
There were four more tries, each started within a few days of each other. Small variations in the process were made between the four, and they claimed it was a means of saving time since the higher ups were threatening to cut funding if they did not produce results soon. Experiments One and Four died before they could truly be considered alive. Experiments Two and Three survived past their early development stages.
A success, but only a brief one.
Experiment Two was a dark skinned child with a messy mop of smoky hair and bright red eyes. Two had been mixed with a Poochyena, and the unruly puppy side of Two was evident by the time they could even crawl. Nothing was safe from them once they started teething. Sharp fangs replaced what should have been normal teeth, and first aid kits were always on standby for when their teeth sunk too deeply into someone's shoe. They started wearing thick, rubber boots because of Two.
Experiment Three was a fair skinned child with silky hair the color of caramel and dark blue eyes. Three had been mixed with a Meowth, and it was obvious from the start that Three was to become an adventurous spirit. Three was up all night and slept all day, and he would get into anything he could in search of entertainment. The lab had to be childproofed to keep Three from getting into things he shouldn't, especially once his claws began to develop.
Two and Three were quite the pair. They seemed unaware of their situation, and they eagerly played with each other until they nodded off. They seemed inseparable, and they would cry every time the other had to be pulled away for testing and examination. It was like they were meant to be together, but their happy times were cut short.
The pair were almost five years old when Two began to regress. It started out as a slow process. Each day, Two seemed to lose their self awareness more and more. These subtle changes went over Three's head, but the scientists took notice and began to run more tests to see what was wrong. Stumped, they returned the young gijinka to watch for the inevitable. Three didn't seem to mind; he was just glad to have his friend back. Then came that fateful day. The two were playing together when Two suddenly stopped, his eyes glazing over. He became unresponsive for a few moments, then he fell over and began convulsing. Three was torn away from Two's side and ushered to the other side of the room while the other scientists restrained the child and tried injecting various medicines to calm his convulsions. When they stilled, they had stopped breathing.
There had a change in Two's body, and their body began to reject both sides. Their immune system started to attack healthy cells at an alarming rate. Their death was sudden, and it was a heavy reminder that even success has its price.
Three did not recover for a long time after that. He found himself plagued by nightmares, and he cried out at night for Two to come back. His only comfort was in the scientist who had grown fond of him, but not even that helped him. Not even a month passed before they received the order to begin training the Meowth child. Three had been made slightly differently than Two, after all, so he had a chance of living longer. If Three turned out to be another failure, then they were to shut down their operations and destroy all evidence of what they had done before returning to headquarters.
Training was comprised of combat, stealth, tracking, and reconnaissance, but he was also given an education under the claim that he would be of no use to them if he was nothing more than a cat who could do a few tricks. He hated it at first, but it quickly became a way to numb his emotions and carry on. Besides, they gave him sweets if he did a good job. Food was a great motivator. Days turned into weeks, months, and then years. It passed him by in a blur, and he was thankful for that.
He was thirteen when he was moved from the small base in Cinnabar Island to the Team Rocket headquarters on the mainland. He was produced to the boss as the Cinnabar team's success. Perhaps he could not use moves, but he was alive. He was trained. He could become an asset that was not easily replaced, at least not until the goal of the boss was realized.
Three was given a new identity, Rosario Vescovi, and he was put to work. Thievery was natural to him, and he as often enlisted to sneak into buildings undetected. Soft on his feet with the poise of a cat, Rosario excelled. He slipped in and out of tight places, evaded security and any potential witnesses, and never made a misstep. This wasn't enough, however. He was sixteen when the scientist in charge of him was ordered to evolve him, to make him stronger. They didn't even know if he was capable of evolution, but they had to try anyway. It was either that or face the penalty for disobeying a direct order.
Rosario underwent a year of harsh training and extensive testing as they tried to figure out how to trigger evolution in the feline boy. The strain seemed to do the trick. He let out a cry as it felt like someone had stabbed his forehead. He fell to his knees, face contorting in pain. Then, he passed out.
He woke up a week later in a bed with an IV attached to his arm. They were worried his body would reject the new change, and he had been closely monitored while he was unconscious. A red jewel had formed at the epicenter of the pain he had felt on his forehead, and his dark blue eyes had turned the color of blood. While his body had not rejected the change, Rosario did. He seemed to retreat within himself, his boisterous personality not showing itself for the longest time. He went through the motions of the day, following orders without a complaint.
It took him months to mentally recover from his transformation. Slowly but surely, Rosario was becoming himself once more. There were a few more noticeable changes to his personality, such as how he would become hostile toward anyone who looked him in the eye or tried to observe his gem. He became more arrogant in his abilities, though he never seemed to let it influence his performance. It was only apparent in banter between himself and the other grunts. Nothing more.
More time passed before it was decided that Rosario was to acquire a Pokemon accomplice. He worked better alone than with grunt "escorts," so this would allow him to do his job more efficiently while still having some level of protection, aside from his claws and teeth. With the order given, he set out for Pallet Town.
Yet, their process was complicated and experimental, no pun intended. It was unstable, and they feared for what would come of their first "success." Would it live long enough to develop into an infant? Into a toddler?
No.
There were four more tries, each started within a few days of each other. Small variations in the process were made between the four, and they claimed it was a means of saving time since the higher ups were threatening to cut funding if they did not produce results soon. Experiments One and Four died before they could truly be considered alive. Experiments Two and Three survived past their early development stages.
A success, but only a brief one.
Experiment Two was a dark skinned child with a messy mop of smoky hair and bright red eyes. Two had been mixed with a Poochyena, and the unruly puppy side of Two was evident by the time they could even crawl. Nothing was safe from them once they started teething. Sharp fangs replaced what should have been normal teeth, and first aid kits were always on standby for when their teeth sunk too deeply into someone's shoe. They started wearing thick, rubber boots because of Two.
Experiment Three was a fair skinned child with silky hair the color of caramel and dark blue eyes. Three had been mixed with a Meowth, and it was obvious from the start that Three was to become an adventurous spirit. Three was up all night and slept all day, and he would get into anything he could in search of entertainment. The lab had to be childproofed to keep Three from getting into things he shouldn't, especially once his claws began to develop.
Two and Three were quite the pair. They seemed unaware of their situation, and they eagerly played with each other until they nodded off. They seemed inseparable, and they would cry every time the other had to be pulled away for testing and examination. It was like they were meant to be together, but their happy times were cut short.
The pair were almost five years old when Two began to regress. It started out as a slow process. Each day, Two seemed to lose their self awareness more and more. These subtle changes went over Three's head, but the scientists took notice and began to run more tests to see what was wrong. Stumped, they returned the young gijinka to watch for the inevitable. Three didn't seem to mind; he was just glad to have his friend back. Then came that fateful day. The two were playing together when Two suddenly stopped, his eyes glazing over. He became unresponsive for a few moments, then he fell over and began convulsing. Three was torn away from Two's side and ushered to the other side of the room while the other scientists restrained the child and tried injecting various medicines to calm his convulsions. When they stilled, they had stopped breathing.
There had a change in Two's body, and their body began to reject both sides. Their immune system started to attack healthy cells at an alarming rate. Their death was sudden, and it was a heavy reminder that even success has its price.
Three did not recover for a long time after that. He found himself plagued by nightmares, and he cried out at night for Two to come back. His only comfort was in the scientist who had grown fond of him, but not even that helped him. Not even a month passed before they received the order to begin training the Meowth child. Three had been made slightly differently than Two, after all, so he had a chance of living longer. If Three turned out to be another failure, then they were to shut down their operations and destroy all evidence of what they had done before returning to headquarters.
Training was comprised of combat, stealth, tracking, and reconnaissance, but he was also given an education under the claim that he would be of no use to them if he was nothing more than a cat who could do a few tricks. He hated it at first, but it quickly became a way to numb his emotions and carry on. Besides, they gave him sweets if he did a good job. Food was a great motivator. Days turned into weeks, months, and then years. It passed him by in a blur, and he was thankful for that.
He was thirteen when he was moved from the small base in Cinnabar Island to the Team Rocket headquarters on the mainland. He was produced to the boss as the Cinnabar team's success. Perhaps he could not use moves, but he was alive. He was trained. He could become an asset that was not easily replaced, at least not until the goal of the boss was realized.
Three was given a new identity, Rosario Vescovi, and he was put to work. Thievery was natural to him, and he as often enlisted to sneak into buildings undetected. Soft on his feet with the poise of a cat, Rosario excelled. He slipped in and out of tight places, evaded security and any potential witnesses, and never made a misstep. This wasn't enough, however. He was sixteen when the scientist in charge of him was ordered to evolve him, to make him stronger. They didn't even know if he was capable of evolution, but they had to try anyway. It was either that or face the penalty for disobeying a direct order.
Rosario underwent a year of harsh training and extensive testing as they tried to figure out how to trigger evolution in the feline boy. The strain seemed to do the trick. He let out a cry as it felt like someone had stabbed his forehead. He fell to his knees, face contorting in pain. Then, he passed out.
He woke up a week later in a bed with an IV attached to his arm. They were worried his body would reject the new change, and he had been closely monitored while he was unconscious. A red jewel had formed at the epicenter of the pain he had felt on his forehead, and his dark blue eyes had turned the color of blood. While his body had not rejected the change, Rosario did. He seemed to retreat within himself, his boisterous personality not showing itself for the longest time. He went through the motions of the day, following orders without a complaint.
It took him months to mentally recover from his transformation. Slowly but surely, Rosario was becoming himself once more. There were a few more noticeable changes to his personality, such as how he would become hostile toward anyone who looked him in the eye or tried to observe his gem. He became more arrogant in his abilities, though he never seemed to let it influence his performance. It was only apparent in banter between himself and the other grunts. Nothing more.
More time passed before it was decided that Rosario was to acquire a Pokemon accomplice. He worked better alone than with grunt "escorts," so this would allow him to do his job more efficiently while still having some level of protection, aside from his claws and teeth. With the order given, he set out for Pallet Town.
RAZZ ♦ ADOXOGRAPHY
