JS App - AJ the Meowth

Name: AJ ( He won't tell anyone is real name... )

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Pokemon: #052 Meowth

Moves: Knock Off, Foul Play and Taunt ( recently learned )

Ability: Unnerve - Makes the other lose courage or confidence.

Job: Graphic Designer

Weaknesses: Cigarettes - Highly addictive. He blames Anna for this... He finds they help calm him; no matter what the situation. Heck, if he finds someone annoying, he'll light one up and blow the smoke into their face.

Anger - Sometimes this can cause him to let his guard down ( as he is distracted from everything else around him ).

Shiny things - He won't react to something shiny by staring at it and swiping to grab it. Rather, he will pretend he didn't notice it and carefully think of a plan to steal it... Regardless of the consequences. It's a cat thing.

Sleep - He barely sleeps, hence why he has dark circles around his eyes ( also caused by smoking ). Meowths are meant to sleep during the day, but because he's on his Laptop doing work all the time, he tends to only get a few hours sleep in the morning until around noon.

Type ( Pokemon ) - Fighting - Hit him with this type of move and he will certainly bruise easily and/or break a bone.

Strengths: Speed - Quick and agile, AJ will be up on a rooftop of a building within seconds.

Parkour/Escapee - As stated in speed, it doesn't take him long to find shortcuts to get somewhere. This is from years of climbing trees and houses ( as cats do ).

Strength - He may look scrawny, but no one has seen him with his shirt off... So many would be surprised if they discover he can lift someone up and carry them with ease ( of course this will depend on their weight ).

Night vision - Of course, being a cat, he can see perfectly fine in the dark.

Type ( Pokemon ) - Ghost - They can't touch him, but he can physically attack them.

Bio: Born into a rich, wealthy family... AJ was never like the rest of them. Being the youngest, he was the last to born; his mother, a Meowth, dying in the process. His elder siblings, even his father, have despised him since the start of his life. His father ran a company that sold jewels and diamonds after his grandfather before him discovered a mine that held thousands. His mother... His mother was a kind, sweet soul. That's what his siblings said. Before AJ himself killed her.
Growing up was hard. He was constantly bullied and teased by his older siblings ( all males ) ; both mentally and physically. Even his own father, a Zoroark, would tell him his name was dirt before lashing him with a belt. He never told anyone. Not even his teachers at the private school. He would lie and say he fell down some concrete stairs because his shoelaces weren't tied properly.
When he was around 10 he began to rebel. Instead of letting his siblings do what they wanted to him, he began to fight back. Even punching one of them in the jaw and breaking it. Of course this made his father angry; and lashed his back with a whip for every punch and made against his siblings. He knew he didn't do many, but his siblings told their father lies. They claimed he punched them a hundred times. 100 was going to be given... but that would have likely killed him. So 50 is what he got.
He'd never cried so much in one night afterwards.
The night after, he had to ignore the pain in his back at he was forced to attend a dinner party in their very home. Celebrating the anniversary of discovering the mine. It was there that he met Anna, a Gothorita. Of course they didn't exchange words... He was not in the mood to even be here. He didn't like how she looked, either. Folding his arms with a frown, he looked away stubbornly. She did the same.
He was lashed again for that gesture that same night after everyone had left. His father was drunk. His siblings had to stop him before AJ bled to death.

A year passed and it was then that he began shop-lifting... It was hard to explain. He felt more alive when running away with something in his hands; a store owner behind him giving chase. But after many successful ones, he almost got caught... He was running down a local street late at night; the street itself empty. No one to dodge. Good. But this store owner was not giving up like the last one... And he felt panic begin to rise. If his father found out... who knows what he'd do. It was lucky none of them knew him... What with him attending a private school and all. It also helped that his hoodie casts a shade over the top half of his face; making him unrecognizable.
Alas, lost in his thoughts for a brief moment as he continued to run, he turned a corner sharply; and ran straight into a girl. He stumbled back onto his feet; panting. And looking down... it was that Gothorita he'd met briefly last year. His voice trembled as he uttered the first ever words to someone not family-related. " H-help me.. "
Little did he know, she had been watching. But chose the wrong place to observe before he crashed into her. He was surprised more than her when she agreed to help him hide; pulling him away and into a dark alleyway that even the streetlights couldn't reach...
The shop owner ran past them.
He thanked her, even with his dull tone and expression... Two more words he may never repeat again. He introduced himself with his nickname, as did she with her real one... Even though they already knew who each other were. And she knew his real name.

Since that night, they began to hang out more in secret. He noticed a change beginning in her when was around 15, but chose not to question it. They'd always verbally abuse the hell out of each other before one of them decides to change the subject or do something else. He never told her about his family and what they think of him. What they do. Some nights he wouldn't turn up to hang out with her and would make up an excuse... When really, he was just getting bullied and tormented again.

He graduated from the private high school with flying colours; amazing even his fellow classmates. They all figured he was stupid because he looked like an emo and did nothing but wrote suicidal things in his text book in the back of the classroom... Of course none of them went near him. Which was fine. It's what he preferred. As long as his grades were all A+, it kept his Father content. Not with his siblings... But whatever.

He wanted to pursue a career in Graphic Design, so he applied for a minor job with a company to design T-Shirts. They were a success, even he himself wearing most of his own designs. Although management weren't too fond of his...personality. But he kept his behavior. He was even offered to study at a well-known University for a few years, so he accepted. Anna seemed fine about it, so off he went.
And after completing his course ( and being known to verbally abuse teachers and students), he returned home and caught up with his only friend. It is then that he learns that she is applying for Jirachi Station. This caught his interest. They had a Graphic Design position open there... So he decided to apply, too. He had nothing better to do, anyway.

But he didn't get in. His application was denied. The Sector he was going for was suddenly full... but Anna got in. This enraged him and he caused a fight; which only ended up with him being booted ( literally ) out of the ship before it took flight.
Months pass and after several attempts, he was finally accepted. Finally, because the Sector, and the others, had opened up more space for positions.

Upon arrival, he requested to bunk with only one person from his Sector. The one person he's only ever known.
Anna Magdelene

Personality: There are... many words to describe him. Here are a few to start off;
Angry - Feeling or showing strong annoyance, displeasure, or hostility; full of anger.
Indignant - Usually feels anger or annoyance when he is being forced to " socialize ".
Vulgar slang - Use of constant swearing amongst any mood he is in.
Resentful - Feeling or expressing bitterness or indignation.
Irritated - Showing or feeling slight anger; annoyed.
And that is only outlining a few.
Take one look at him- and 99% of the time- someone would judge him for how he looked and his expression. It will always be either a look of dullness, irritated/annoyed or anger. But in all honesty, he wouldn't give two sh!ts about it. If someone were to comment about it, he would either say something harsh with the use of swear words- or flip the finger and walk off.
He prefers to keep to himself; forcing the world away by enclosing himself into his own room with his laptop and earphones plugged in. His childhood friend Anna is the only one he'd allow to go near him and chat. To everyone else, he just ignores or tells them to f@%k off.


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Application (c) JirachiStation

Art (c) Me ( Maipee-Chan )