[Marshall Legend]

Marshall Legend

Age 27 Birthday December 25, 1992 Gender Male Pronouns He/Him Orientation Pansexual Faction League Class Ranger Rank Coffee Gopher Occupation Self-Proclaimed "Ace Detective" Hometown Celadon City, Kanto Current Residence "Traveling"

Tell us a little about yourself. How would you describe yourself? At first glance, Marshall seems ordinary enough. Dressed predominantly in black and some reds, the brunet has under-dressed for the interview casually and opted to go with a track suit for ease of movement. It was probably better, especially considering how active Rangers usually tended to get. Wouldn't want to go fighting crime and wrangling pokemon in a suit and tie, right? The interviewer, a young, redheaded woman in her mid-to-late thirties, notes this dutifully down on her computer before returning her attention to Marshall in front of her. But then he opens his mouth. "First name: Marshall." Did there need to be that much emphasis? The brunet was holding up a finger, and before the woman could open her mouth he was holding up two more. Three fingers?? "Last name: Legend. Make sure you write that down." The interviewer is still gaping at him, trying to figure out why he held up three fingers. There's a long pause as she just simply stares at him until he clears his throat and looks pointedly at the computer. With a jolt, the redhead moves to note down his first and last name. Marshall waits patiently until she's looked up at him before continuing. "I know what you're thinking." He's got a hand under his chin, framing it and looking at her with a smile that could break hearts. "'Is it THE Marshall Legend? The famous pokemon ranger from Kanto? The Wunderkind? The Enigma? The Rising Star? The Single---" She actually has to hold up a hand to stop him; they were on a time limit. She also discreetly checks around to make sure there aren't any candid cameras or anything. "--Man himself? To that I say; yes. Yes it is." Feeling like this was going to be a very long interview, the redheaded woman moves on to the next question quickly. Why are you interested in the class you've chosen? "I'm glad you asked!" There was a slight wince on the poor interviewer's face. Arceus, he was loud. "I was a ranger back in Celadon, you see. The famous one from Kanto. The Wunderkind. The Enigma. The Rising Star--" The redhead immediately cuts him off again. Help her. "And one day I thought to myself, 'Marshall Legend.'" The redhead stares at him with a straight face. Who refers to themselves by their full name? "'You have to leave room for other rangers to grow. What will they do when you leave and there's no one left to turn to? You can't live forever yet. Go to Arciel. It is your destiny. But also, stay a Ranger because you're already famous, and you can't hide from your fame - embrace your fame, Marshall Legend. You are a Wunderkind. An Enigma. A Rising--'" The redhead clears her throat and desperately moves on to the next question after typing in previous ranger experience. The strange thing was, she had absolutely no idea who he was and had never even heard of him before now, and she had a feeling that she would most definitely remember a person like him. She looked over the remaining questions and felt a headache starting to throb in her temples. This was going to be a long, long session. Why are you interested in training in Arciel? Why not another region? "Why not Arciel, you mean? You guys have been putting out requests to try and get your tourism up, right? Looking for Rangers, Pokemon Trainers, etc. Next time," He scoots in his chair in the smallest increments, and it drags against the floor obnoxiously loud. The interviewer can feel her headache grow. "If you just want THE Marshall Legend, you simply have to ask. I'm always listening. Here, I'll give you my phone number." He takes a pen and writes it down on some important papers she'd left on her desk. The redhead can feel her soul leaving her body. "Oh - here's my second number." Second number? What - he's just writing his email address, it looks like, and of course it ends up being something like [e-mail]. Of course. She gives him a withering look as he begins the long, painful process of scooting his chair back, thus adding to the growing migraine in her temples. What do you consider your best attributes? They can be physical, mental, social, or anything else. At that he stands up so fast the chair actually falls over, and Marshall sets his hands on his hips and more or less power stances in the middle of her office. "I'll show you!" The few interns that are passing by the door stop and outright stare as the man starts unzipping his track suit and then works on his p-- NO NO NO. She quickly waves her hands to get his attention and when he's started wiggling out of his pants she starts banging her hand on the desk to get him to stop. Mercifully, he does, and she's spared from having to file a report with HR about indecent exposure. She waves the interns away but they linger just out of sight, peeking in to see what further ridiculousness unfolds. "Physically - I'm amazing." Her headache grows. There is no end. "Mentally - I'm amazing. Socially -" The interviewer puts her head in her arms and muffles a scream as he continues talking about how awesome and amazing he is. Really, with those answers he's inadvertently giving some great insight to his mental and social attributes. Once she can bring her head up again she notes down overly confident, good physical shape due to previous ranger background, social butterfly. Arceus please let this be over soon. What do you consider your worst attributes? Be honest, now! She's not surprised when he stays quiet. She is surprised, however, when he actually deigns to give her an answer, and his tone is so long-suffering it makes her actually want to punch him. "Sometimes I'm a little too good at my job. I'm so good, people actually let me go!" The redhead notes down 'delusional' and nods at him to continue. "I understand, of course. If I show everyone up, nobody's going to want to be a Ranger except all my adoring fans. Which I have a lot of, you know," Marshall gives his interviewer a dazzling smile and makes finger-guns at her. "Young and old. You'd be the oldest at -- hang on, I'm great at guessing ages. I'm basically a detective, you know? And right now I'm deducing that you're...." He puts his fingers to his temple in an exaggerated thinking gesture. Once he's come up with an answer he snaps his fingers and points at her. "Fifty-three!" The redheaded woman, who's just turned thirty-seven, gives him A Look and types out thick-headed, stupid, how did he even become a ranger. Really bad at listening. No empathy. A pause, and then she puts in an additional possibly dangerous to himself and others. Very strong case of narcissism. What was your childhood like? How was school? "From a young age, I've had a connection with pokemon." The serious tone catches her off-guard. Was he actually going to stop messing about and have a proper interview with her? Truly? Excited at the notion they were going to get some heckin' work done, she sits up a little straighter and starts taking more detailed notes on his answers. "I'm pretty sure they all idolize and adore me. They can tell just how great I am, and so they respond accordingly. I don't speak pokemon, but I'm pretty sure." Her fingers stop over the keyboard and she gives him a look of disbelief. "The people at school were about the same. Not wanting to embarrass the other kids with how good at everything I was, they failed me in all my classes and forced me to spend more time with them so I could graduate. They called it 'make-up classes', but I knew the truth." She's pretty sure he just flunked out of most of his classes. At least he graduated? How is your relationship with your family? She was actually waiting for this, because what kind of life would he have had to have to grow up this way? Perhaps he was bio-engineered in a lab somewhere, or maybe he had grown up in an orphanage as a child and therefore forced to spend the time utilizing his imagination. Perhaps even his parents were artists? "My parents are both hedge fund managers," The brunet says, which is both surprising and yet completely expected. She notes this down in her document and looks up as Marshall outstretches both arms and declares, "But also, the whole world is my family! You, that picture of your Snubbull on your desk--" The interviewer tells him, flatly, that that is in fact her human child. It doesn't deter him in the slightest and he goes on. "--that Pidgey in the tree outside. Why limit my time to just two people, when I could limit it not at all?" The redhead notes down strained relationship and moves on to the next question. What do you like to do for fun? "What do I, the great Marshall Legend, famous Kanto Ranger, Wunderkind, Enigma, Risin--" Arceus help her. She quickly intercepts before he can run through his self-claimed titles yet again (this is what, the third time? fourth?) and tells him that she's got an appointment soon and to please hurry on with it, since she still has yet to eat. That's a damn lie, but he doesn't need to know that. "The real question here, Miss Interview Lady--" She thinks about telling him her name but decides against it. He probably won't listen anyway. "--is what don't I like to do for fun? What mysteries of the world have I yet to unravel, you ask? Very little. Walking down the street and see a suspicious person? You call me, the great Marshall Legend. I fight crime and take names, and I'm not afraid to do it, either! Have a pokemon you need to wrangle in the mud for some reason? You can just go ahead and stop those tears, because if it's a dirty deed done dirt cheap, I'm there, doing those filthy acts at a reasonable price!" The redheaded interviewer stares. She's fairly certain that's not how the saying goes. "Need to pick up a cute girl in a bar? Well, I'll do my best not to take her away, but I mean," The brunet buffs his nails, striking a bit of a pose. "Look at me. Sorry, not sorry, but they also know me by another name in the night, and it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl." To end this torment, the woman notes down EVERYTHING. She scans the list of questions. Almost there. What are your feelings on romance? There's that same dazzling grin again. It's like he's practically oozing confidence, although she's pretty certain that there's a reason why the self-proclaimed 'famous ranger in all of Kanto' is coming to Arciel that isn't for the tourism aspect. Her stomach drops when he leans in - and oh, he's scooting his chair in again, and with every scrape against the tile she feels her head start to throb in pain - so he can put his elbow on her desk and rest his fingers under his chin. She stares at him as he does this, her hands never leaving the keyboard, and he reaches over to lay his hand on hers and simultaneously keysmash AWRESD in the process. "Age is just a number." She can feel a vein in her forehead pop. "You could be eighteen, thirty-seven, fifty-three or a hundred. If you think you can keep up with me, Marshall Legend---" She's spent long enough in this hell to know when to cut him off and she does before he can list off every ridiculous thing he calls himself. "Then I don't see the harm in giving you a chance. Oh, but with one guideline." He tilts his head in a gesture she recognizes as trying to get his most flattering angle. "Don't fall in love with me. I live a dangerous life, you know." Marshall continues, and his hands have gone back to his jacket to unzip it and he's shrugging it off. Underneath he's wearing a red shirt, the sleeves of which actually are a little tight over his biceps. The interviewer actually looks a little interested at the crisscrossing network of scars over his skin and she moves to ask about it, but then his hands are on his pants again and she can see that same gaggle of interns outside the door, peeking in, and she has to abruptly slam her hand on the desk to get him to stop. In the answer field she types out very open to romance. What are your goals for the future? Short-term and long-term. "What would any good ranger worth his salt do? Save the world." She pauses. That was a surprisingly optimistic and selfless answer. "And look damn good doing it." Any respect she was starting to feel towards him evaporates almost instantly. So was that short-term, long-term... She looks at him, waiting for him to elaborate further, but he doesn't seem to catch the hint. So instead they spend maybe like five minutes just looking at each other, and it's when she realizes that he's absolutely not catching onto her cues to describe the answer further that she outright asks him to explain. "What is a goal but just another stepping stone in this journey we call life?" She regrets asking. In the answer field she types in undecided. She reconsiders his answer and then amends it to lower crime rate in Arciel. At least his heart was in the right place. If you could be a Pokemon, what species or typing would you choose and why? "All of them." The answer is almost immediate. She gives him an exasperated look and reminds him to pick either a species or typing. Marshall appears to give this some thought and he's standing again - the woman is on hand ready to stop him from taking off his pants - and pacing back and forth. He shifts his attention to picking up the random objects in her office, examining them, setting them down... and eventually he makes it back to his chair where he takes a seat. "All of them. I can't limit myself to just one of my adoring fans, can I?" Somehow, she doesn't think that's the case. She moves to say as much but he actually goes on further. "I feel a connection with every single pokemon I come across. How can I relate to just one? That's like asking someone to just stick with one flavor of ice cream for the rest of their life. That's like saying you can only eat one color of m&m until you die." Sighing, the redheaded woman types out no preference. What do Pokemon mean to you? "I think the better question is, what do pokemon mean to you." The interviewer blinks. Why is he turning this around on her? Before she can ask him further he starts scooting his chair in again and she can only sigh tiredly, watching him slowly inch closer to her. "If you knew, you wouldn't be asking, because you'd already have the answer." It sounds a lot like he's dodging the question, and she gives him a look that says as much. Thankfully for her he actually catches the hint this time - was it her annoyed expression? the silence that followed? she wasn't sure, but she was super grateful - and goes on further. "They're everything. Partners in crime, for good or for bad, my adoring fans, emotional support for a child... But at the same time they're wild. Untameable. There's beauty in that, I think, in knowing that there's some things even we can't control." She pauses in her typing. Was he actually getting serious and giving her a good answer? She waits for the other shoe to drop, see if he's gonna take off his pants or proclaim how everyone's his fan, something like that. But it never comes. Pleased, she types out the entirety of his answer and saves it to the document. "I once filled my ex's car full of Combee to see how vigilant she was. They were incredibly helpful, and although we broke up at the end of it, the Combee were a delight. I gave them my autograph after, of course, after telling them not to sell it online, but I'm not sure if they got the message. Ah, the price of fame." She's definitely not going to add that to the document. Best finish this up so she can go take a long-deserved break. Anything else you'd like to tell us about before you go? "You have my number and my second number, but if you ever need to contact me there's a light on top of the Celadon City department store I've specially designed to signal me when trouble calls." Ah, yes, she remembered reading something about a weirdo slapping stickers on the floodlights in that particular city some time ago. It wasn't actually a crime, but had gone mildly viral some months earlier. Especially because the resulting signal beam wasn't actually anything that made sense, no shapes or anything and just looked like someone needed to clean the lens. "Oh, and try to keep this on the down-low? I don't want my fanclub to know I'm leaving the region to come here. I know you guys want tourists, but even that influx of bodies is enough to break the economy, haha!" After reassuring him that she wouldn't inform anybody and that this was strictly on a need to know basis, the odd man got up and took his things - making sure to blow her a kiss before he left. When he was gone she put her head down on her desk and turned off the lights. Her next appointment could wait.

Appearance

Height 6'02" / 188cm Build Lean, muscular Hair Color Black Eye Color Golden

He's got a bit of a tan from all the times he spent outdoors, with various scars littering his body here and there. They vary in size and color, varying from the occasional deep scratch from a claw or talon to puncture wounds from fangs, and then faded discolorations in the skin where he's been burned once or twice. He has two piercings in each ear but seldom puts jewelry there, and when he does they tend to be more silver-leaning than gold. He'll usually be found in extremely casual clothing when he's not in the region's Ranger uniform, like jogging suits or track suits or even a pair of jeans. Aura Bright and almost blinding to look at - it's very much like the sun, with the occasional solar flare whipping out from his center. The color is either a very bright yellow or a painful white, and seems to dim only when he's sleeping. It's constantly moving, but in slow waves over his body. Proceed with sunglasses.

Skills, Abilities, & Notoriety

STANDARD SKILLS Agility 10 Charisma 10 Cooking 0 Crime 0 Dexterity 10 Farming 0 Fishing 0 Gaming 0 Luck 10 Medic 0 Mining 2 Performance (Type) 0 Research 0 Stamina 10 Stealth 0 Strength 27 Survival 0 POWER SKILLS Aura 0 Psychic 0 Abilities N/A NOTORIETY Reputation 0 Fame 0 Alignment 0 - Neutral Other Notes Although originally in the Rangers back in Kanto, Marshall was recommended separation due to his overly excited way of doing things. Jump twice, then look is the motto he typically goes by - even though it's not really a motto - and his headstrong approach to dealing with what he perceives as criminals ended up being a little too much for his colleagues to handle. Most of the time he'll point at someone he deems suspicious and shout "ENEMY" for everyone in the vicinity to hear; this includes librarians, police officers, and the occasional old lady crossing the street. He most definitely doesn't discriminate. On the way over to Arciel this happened again with a nervous individual who absolutely did not want Marshall shouting ENEMY at him the whole trip. So he did what any innocent person would do and as soon as they had docked, tossed a pokemon egg at Marshall and ran off into the crowds.The Ranger-to-be carries it around as "evidence", though he's since decided that he saved the pokemon from a life of crime and is adamant about telling the story to everyone he knows with more additional embellishments each time. Pokemon Starter Option UC - Hatchday Option A + Second Ranger Starter OOC or IC? OOC Gem Spending? n/a OOC Info Played By Whimsae Face Claim Tetsuro Kuroo from Haikyuu!!

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	Klink  Lv5
		5 Energy
	Average	Timid
	Minus
MOVES
thunder shock, vise grip

STATS
HP: 10	Atk: 0	Def: 0
SpA: 0	SpD: 0	Spe: 0
NOTES
Personality, Tags, will scroll