DAMNIT JIM, I'M A DOCTOR--

NOT A TRAINER!

EDIT: Fixed Mattie's colors so he's like, y'know. An actual albino.....orz. Man, that was bad.
This is why you shouldn't submit stuff at two in the morning kiddies 83
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Meet Maverick. or Merrick. Or just Mav. Or whatever.
Asides Hale, he's one of my better-RPed OCs. I haven't used him in a while, but I figure I'd give him a shot for the
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I was torn between entering Mav in this year's UBF or CC, but I decided on CC.....mainly because I like the template...
The guy is wearing way too many belt buckles to be legal. He knows modern tech though---it's just his sense of style he picked up from his adoptive family which leaves him looking like he dropped out of a century back.


As usual, you get a warning of TL: DR Text equivalent to the Great Wall of China down here. You thought Hale was bad?
Honey, you ain't seen nothing yet, and I'm not even throwing in history >w< b

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NAME: Maverick 'Merrick' Montague
NICKNAMES: Mav, Merrick, Simba, Rebel (This might make him punch you in the face, as it means you know him from his past and as such, likely an enemy)
AGE: 21
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Straight.
BIRTHDATE: 5th November 1989
HOMETOWN: Canaclave City
CURRENT OCCUPATION: Medical intern for Sinnoh division of Docs without Borders/ Trainer
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scars criss-crossing his back from Houndour maulings.
FAMILY: Maddox, Moira and Maddelena Montague (Adoptive family), Marshall (Younger brother)
ACQUAINTANCES: Ronan Chase, his Medicai Mentor and all-round Obi Wan. Haylene Callahan
ENEMIES: Guy Hawkins (His old Fagin-like guild boss)

PERSONALITY:
Merrick is first and foremost a fighter. Loud, proud and brash, he has zero tact with anyone who irks him and his words tend to fly as sharply and swiftly as his fists. His acerbic manner as expected gets him into trouble often enough though one might say he enjoys confrontations as opposed to serious mindgames. Fear of his own well-being does not come into play unless a situation is dire and many a time he needs to be forcefully dragged out of a scrap before serious injuries are abound. Quite simply, he isn't a person you want pitted against you in a fight.

He is highly confrontational at the slightest provocation, often a leader and never a follower unless his common senses dictates it and tends to have utmost confidence in his own abilities be they mental or physical. He does not pity a fool and will not hesitate to smack one upside the head to drive his message across.

As expected from such a person, he is highly passionate and brimming with undiluted determination in everything he does. Competitive barely touches the tip of the iceberg--if someone challenges him, you can bet your bottom dollar that he will try everything short of a capital offense to win the bet. He gets easily angered (not like that's saying very much...) when belittled or made fun of and will work at anything to regain respect. There is no room for subtlety in his emotions; He will smile wide, cry bitterly, laugh hard or roar even louder. There are times he tries to maintain an aloofness towards those close to him for fear of them figuring out too much about him, but more often than not his expressive mannerisms gives him away. His hands are just as much in use as his mouth when talking, making heated though harmless arguments rather an amusement to watch.

While generally a compassionate and kind-hearted fellow who knows first-hand of the light at the end of the tunnel, Merrick nonetheless maintains a slightly cynical, realistic view of the world and firmly believes that happy endings should be earned. His morality is tinted with a lot of grey; Because he grew up in a place where a battle meant life or death, he doesn't believe in a 'fair fight', as a fight to him is never fair to begin with. As such, he tends to use everything at his disposal to best an enemy, from his fists to a handful of sand to the very environment he is in. He has no compunctions against petty theft, having been involved in quite a few of them in his childhood and understands that sometimes, such an action means survival. Due to his past, he has a soft spot in his heart for children and believes that none of them should have to endure the life his brother and he led for four years.

Merrick tends to be fiercely protective towards those he counts as close allies or family, almost to the point of unbridled viciousness. In particular is his baby brother whom he had to raise and protect at a young age and his adoptive sister. Insults directed towards his adoptive father's good name will result in swift and unforgiving bodily harm, as will a single bad word about his adoptive mother. He loves each of them dearly and one of his biggest fears is for him to lose any one of them; This is due to him having lacked such warmth as a child and has lead him to near-destructive behaviors to ensure that he keeps what he has.
His family is very much the biggest weakness he has bar nothing.

One of Merrick's major problems is his hair-trigger temper; He is liable to turning from an agreeable young man to a raging brute with salty language to boot at the drop of a hat and more often than not solves problems physically. This has gotten him into trouble more times than he can count and to him, remains one of his biggest flaws in addition to being the main reason why his brother and he continue to be seen as pariahs by the rest of the Montagues. His inherent stubbornness and pride also make him a hard person to approach in something even vaguely resembling a confrontational manner, because he will immediately get defensive. He cannot be told what to do by anyone else other than those he respects and can be downright rude to authority figures who try to browbeat him.

For such a volatile young man, Merrick does prove surprisingly well-read despite the fact that he was illiterate until he was eight. He often forced himself to read past bedtime after he was adopted and quickly gained a good grasp of the written word asides showing a flair for biology and anatomy; Two things he had a basic of during his four years as one of Canaclave's 'lost boys'. His main aspiration is to get past medical school and prove to the rest of the clan that he could play ball on their field--this is one of the strongest reasons for him trying to quell his temperamental bursts.
Due to the fact that he tends to enjoy burning the midnight oil, one of his pet peeves are mornings and needless wake-up calls which he tends to answer with all the subtlety of a bear being woken up in the middle of hibernation.
To calm his nerves, he was taught to play the piano--at first this was to obediently appease his adoptive mother but he soon grew to enjoy the instrument as well and is a decent player in his own right. Due to his hard-headedness and constant quarrels with the tutor, he trained himself to play it by ear and is more adept with that method rather than reading notes, which he can do but has limited patience for.
He has a high sense of independence and often tries to work things out on his own rather than call for help from anyone, even those he trusts as he does not wish to burden them.
Unlike his brother Marshall, he is also prone to bouts of wanderlust.
Unfortunately, his astoundingly bad sense of direction means he can barely find his way around to the next town without getting lost and often has to consult Marseilles, his Pidgeot on the right path to take.


The things he enjoys in life despite his complicated past, are simple; Freedom, Food and lots of it due to his large appetite, books, his piano and hanging around with his siblings as they explore the vast mansion grounds.
His skills include sparring in hybrid styles, Fencing, the piano and anatomical studies. He is also quite adept at handling children.
Among the things he absolutely despises are bullies, those who take advantage of innocents and to a lesser extent, bad parents.
He has a deep-seated phobia of Houndours, stemming from the fact that these vicious animals were used to control him through fear when he was younger and have savaged him several times.
He bears a particular dislike for heavy drink and will refuse any offer of it given to him.
As expected, he isn’t really given to partying and prefers to spend time with his team and writing notes. The only reason one is inclined to find him in a bar is because there is a piano there which attracts his attention, and which will be chucked into the face of the person who either mistakes him for a woman or makes fun of his eclectic choice of style.
Has a slight Messiah complex.



HISTORY: Unapplicable. At 5000+ words, I won't be filling up this section, but no worries. That only means it'll be better when you see it drafted out comic-wise. If you need to though, his Pokemon's information includes many peeks into his past. Feel free to piece up the puzzles if you please.



BATTLE STYLE:
True to his current occupation as a medical student, Maverick's team consist of two particular variants of Pokemon; The females are massive tanks with self-regenerating abilities, while the two males (save Matthias) are hard-hitting HP-Draining experts, exemplified by Moriarty who carries two HP Draining moves stacked with the effects of a Big Root he regularly smokes.
Mav's style pretty much boils down to a heavy Defense as well as Offense, constant self-regeneration, rinse and repeat. His weakness is timing; Most of his strategies take time to play out, and he can be easily dealt with an OHKO by a particularly powerful Fighting-type.



POGEYMANZ

MORIARTY 'MORI' (Gengar)
Nicknames: Mad Piper, The Pagemaster, Creepshow.
Type: Ghost
Gender: Male
Nature: Quiet
Ability: Levitate
Location Caught: Childhood Friend (Number 1)
Attacks: [Hypnosis][Dream Eater][Drain Punch][Sludge Bomb]
Item: Big Root (He smokes a variant of this regularly)
Character Basis: A somewhat benevolent version of Professor Moriarty.
Character Trope: Tall, Dark and Snarky
Voice: Robert Downey Jr.
Gijinka!Form: David Xanatos (Gargoyles)
Accessories/Clothes: A book and favorite pipe. Never seen without his pipe (pacifier).
Markings: Darkened ear tips, chin tuft and eyeshadow. Green eyes instead of red, often with strange wisps of light green surrounding it.
Speech ability: Yes, via self-learning. Also has telepathic ability.

Maverick’s first Pokemon came across him during his younger days as part of an underground thieves guild in Canaclave; Back then, Moriarty wasn’t quite like all the other little Ghastlies who got their rocks off scaring the next two weeks of daylight out of passer-bys---no, he was the cultured one, the party pooper, the elitist snob who preferred to stick around newspaper stand and make acquaintances with the man there who let him by a paper at a pretty good discount for what change he could drag out of the drains.
Quite the contraire, he rather liked humans and found them to be amusing to him without watching them pale and run before him. He also loved to read and had a love for the printed word ever since he found a copy of Nietzsche in the trash and got newstand man to read it to him.
The other Ghastlies didn’t take this too well and decided to give him a little test by demanding he scare someone. A little kid, persay.
Then he decided to go along with their plans and scare two little street urchins….who much to his dismay were not the least bit petrified by his display. Curious, he struck up a conversation with them and began to sympathize with them, taking a particular liking to the cynical older one whose name back then---well, he didn’t have a name and was only known by the moniker ‘Rebel’, and his little brother, 'Scout'.
Taking his own name from a book he read about an intelligent detective and his equally compelling arch nemesis, Moriarty started to tag along with the boys, watching them pick pockets and helping them relieve some good folks of their wallets, often for spare change in return he used to his benefit.
He ended up helping the boys and their newfound friend escape the clutches of one Guy Hawkins, their 'boss' who was the head of a thieves guild in Underground Canaclave and watched over Merrick during the little scrapper's long healing process after being mauled by a pack of Houndour.
During this time, his mental bond with Merrick grew stronger and the two of them were nigh inseparable. His Ghastly friends completely shunned him now, but he found that he had a new family to look forward to when the two brothers were adopted by a couple who were parents to the girl they saved; a couple who had decided to 'adopt' him as well, and it was an offer Moriarty couldn't say no to.

Ever since then he has been by Merrick's side, haunting the library, following the boy out across the manor grounds, playing pranks on the rest of the clan and following Merrick to a Higher Institution of medical studies when the time came.
It was he who drove Merrick to go out on a sabbatical to train and gain information on he healing properties of Pokemon--a cover for the actual mission to gain the eight gym badges of Sinnoh on a clan challenge and somehow track down Maddox Montague who had somehow disappeared after coming into contact with one 'Charon'.

After they managed to track down Maddox and taken out a small contingent of renegade Galactic members, he became instrumental in the wipe-out of the Sinnoh league, almost losing the final round of the battle had it not been for the Big Root Merrick had given him earlier which established him as the resident HP-Draining specialist.

Moriarty, living up to his name is verbose, sarcastic and prone to long soliloquies about whatever present topic resides in murky depths of his thoughts, much like a idle hand in a devil's workshop. He is also a massive, fanatical bookworm, hoarding books anywhere possible and going to great lengths to obtain his favorite tomes asides being prone to Cursing things which disturb him during intense sessions of reading. Occasionally, he takes to possessing Merrick in times of duress to keep him out of harm. He enjoys teasing Minerva though is kept in check quite easily by his affection for 'sister' Marseilles.



MATTHIAS 'MATTIE' (Pikachu)
Nicknames: Sparky, Snowball (Hates this), Doity Wat (Loves this).
Type: Electric
Gender: Male
Nature: Bold
Ability: Static
Location Caught: Pastoria City (Number 5)
Attacks: [Double Team][Surf][Thunderbolt][Light Screen]
Item: Light Ball
Character Basis:
Character Trope: Keet
Voice: Vic Mogona
Gijinka!Form: Firo (Baccano!)
Accessories/Clothes: Brown leather cap and gloves, suede waistcoat, shades
Markings: An Albino with red eyes, also with shorter and fluffier ears than normal.
Speech ability: None. Standard Pokemonese w/Brooklyn accent

Matthias, is for the lack of a better explanation, a full one feet and four inches of smart-mouthed, backtalking, dancing showoff who lives for the thrill of the spotlight, never mind that with his condition, that would, on a particularly bad day, blind him.
Born with snow-white fur lacking pigmentation and red eyes, he spent barely two weeks with his siblings before their owner, a respectable breeder figured out that not only was this undersized whelp the runt of the litter; He was carrying a genetic defect, and as such, a serious liability to the breeding line.
Not having the resources nor the knowledge to deal with a 'special needs' Pichu, the breeder took an easy option out and dumped him in the middle of the city instead, leaving him to either get run down by a passing vehicle or die out of starvation, exposure or both.
The tiny furball hypothetically spat in his ex-owner's face when he decided to survive by hiding in drains and digging out of trash cans when the sun went down. His fur color however was like a neon sign advertising a free buffet to-go to nightly predators, and it wasn't long before he was cornered by a roving band of equally-starving Puruglies.
A motley group of street musicians who were passing by quickly came to his aid and fended the cats off, taking him in when they noted that he was barely weaned and was too young to fend for himself. The little rodent lived alongside them, hiding in their jackets and eating whatever scraps they had after a long day of performing on the sidewalk for spare change. On a whim, he tried to follow some dance steps he had seen on a television in a shop they were stationed outside one night and was pleasantly surprised to find out that apparently, Pokemon Don't Dance, but he did and that was worth a pretty penny by pedestrian standards.
Deciding that he was pretty fly for a white guy, he made up his mind to start earning his pay and preformed by dancing to their music every day despite the fact that he liked sunlight about as much as Nosferatu's bucktoothed cousin.
The group of musicians quickly gained a little fame for themselves with their funky new partner, and decided to put on a bigger show to attract a proper crowd this time.

During practice, a particularly bright spotlight was cast over the now-Pikachu who suddenly went into a series of spasms and collapsed on the spot. A bypasser noticed the panicky crew attempting to figure out what in the blue hell just transpired, this bypasser being none other than traveling medic student, Maverick Montague.
After checking on the mouse and assuring the performers that he wasn't dead, Maverick explained Matthias' problem from day one was his aversion to strong light, particularly that which mimicked the sun due to his Albinism.
Nonetheless, Maverick was interested in seeing him perform and didn't try to tell the mouse otherwise. Instead, he requested that the performers get a set of clothes for the little fella and a pair of shades to protect him, while Merrick himself slowly taught the mouse how to use Light Screen to diffuse the intensity of the required lights.
When it came time to make doughnuts, the Pikachu Merrick had nicknamed 'Matthias' and his performer friends were better than Krispy Kremes as they brought the house down, earning about a whole year of pay and a better gig.
Mattie, relieved that they were doing better now managed to thank them before deciding to follow Merrick on his journey to see the world, spread the word on the band, find more fangirls and be awesome in general, because that's how he rolls, damnit.

Mattie loves his fangirls. He really does. Eggs-everywhere sort of love. Merrick has to keep an eye on him constantly, the flirty little horndog.
While he used to hate his fur color, he now loves it as something which makes him stand out of the crowd (Higher chances of a horrible predator-related death not withstanding..)
He is also an avid fan of music of every kind from Beethoven to Bon Jovi. Except for Bieber, though the fact that Minerva and Moriarty have explicitly threatened to murder him slowly with Magdala's scalpel has more to do with this than personal taste.
He has an addiction to soda pop, and will kill a vending machine violently if he wants one and is caught with no money to spend. This has resulted in him being kicked out of a Pokemart more than once.
In-battle, he tends to troll with his Light Screen and Double Team combinations before going for the patented Surf and Thunderbolt for a quick kill. He can be taken down rather easily however, being very sensitive to bright light which makes Sunny Day and Flash the bane of his existence.
He adores his 'big sister' Marseilles, looks up to Merrick and treats Mac Dara like his own father. Among the entire team, he is the one most insistent for them to stay together no matter what, due to psychological scarring from having been ripped away from his own family as a baby. He is also the youngest and is often bullied (playfully) for it by Minerva and Moriarty.



MINERVA 'MINNIE' (Miltank)
Nicknames: Bessie, Clarabelle, Crazy Bitch, Fat Cow (At your own risk).
Type: Normal
Gender: Female
Nature: Brave
Ability: Thick Fat
Location Caught: Solaceon City (Number 4)
Attacks: [Milk Drink][Zen Headbutt][Earthquake][Rock Slide]
Item: Life Orb (Grafted to her tail end)
Character Basis: Awesome Kong
Character Trope: Brawn Hilda
Voice: Queen Latifah
Gijinka!Form: Refer to Character Basis
Accessories/Clothes: Nose ring and wrist wraps to strengthen her fists.
Markings: Red eyes, fur a brownish shade instead of hot pink. Udder is more protuberant than usual due to forced milking.
Speech ability: None. Standard Pokemonese w/Ebonics.

A spectacularly violent, foul-mouthed, surly, boisterous bruiser with next to no sense of self-perseverance or the perseverance of her opponent, Minnie is the brutal tank of the team and rightfully so.
Minnie in her youth had been part of a Miltank herd which while wild, had been living alongside humans for a long time peacefully.
Then due to a rise in shipping taxes, the costs for Moomoo milk suddenly hit new levels coupled with findings which revealed many Miltank owners to be sitting on a nutritional cash cow, literally. Suddenly the humans who had lived so peacefully with this particular herd of Miltanks saw them less and less as Pokemon and more and more like fat piggy banks with horns; They were callously roped in by a group of horsemen who wrestled to the ground even the youngest Miltank, who was Minnie at that point of time, dragging the entire herd to barns which served as prime milking stations for their new human owners, and a horrifying dungeon for them.

The Miltank who were able to provide milk where shunted into little cubicles they could barely move in and made to produce day in and day out. Those who weren't, like Minnie were forcibly mated to kickstart their milk production. She never saw her baby, as the egg was taken away from her immediately and locked up in a cubicle next to her mother's with machines dangling off her udder, she found herself looking at days upon days of slavery which turned to weeks, then months, then years.
Many of the Miltank who had been taken forcibly turned out to be wrathfully violent against their human captors, who limited any freedom they ever had, and it wasn't long before the ramifications of standing all day long in a cubicle about the width of your body kicked in.
The older cows' legs began to atrophy and they soon weren't able to stand on their own. The constant milk production broke down their bodies quickly and several died in the cubicle prisons, as Minnie watched them get dragged one by one to the only way to freedom they knew of.
Her tail grew gangrenous and fell off and she watched as her own mother's health deteorated until the old Miltank was no longer able to stand and was dragged out by the humans as well; As her mother had still been alive, Minnie had assumed they had somehow taken her for treatment, up until the terrified cow screams kicked up from outside.

Minnie thus decided she had about enough of this bullshit (pun intended) and busted her way out of her cell, tearing the machine hooked up to her off the walls as well. It was when she sent one unfortunate barn helper into a blunt-trauma induced coma, caved in one of the walls, stormed outside and hunted down the sound did she realize just how much they were worth to their handlers; Eager to wring out the very last penny from their stock, the dead cows weren't buried, or cremated or even dumped for scavengers to picked on; Their whole bodies were grounded up for processed meat-and-bone meal, and the dying screams told the men that they had made a horrible mistake in assuming the old Miltank was dead. By then, half of Minnie's mother had already been reduced to a lumpy mess of bloody gelatin, ground beef and bones.
The young cow expectedly went completely out of her mind and thrashed the ever-living hell out of men in an effort to get to her mother. She managed to drag out her mother's remains from the grinder, and when attacked by the men with machetes and pitchforks, bodily chucked them into the grinder instead. Whoever remained quickly whited out and ran off, being faced with a supposedly harmless bovine which was somehow channeling Godzilla on a bad day.

The ruckus attracted Maverick, who was traveling nearby at that point of time, when Moriarty drew his attention to the enraged bellowing and the men who were stumbling upon themselves trying to run from the 'demon cow'.
The sight which met Mav and his team when they entered the place was not altogether pretty; Its walls were sprayed with reddened remains of several men and animals like the inside of an abattoir, limbs, clearly human were sticking out of the grinder which had malfunctioned over the sudden workload and in a corner was a feral-looking cow, less a cow and more a beast now crouched protectively over half the remains of an older one who was plainly, and painfully dead.

Moriarty managed to convince her not to reduce them to a bloody mess as Maverick, with some gentle co-ercing managed to make her give up the Miltank remains, following her as she led them to the barn where the other Miltank were housed.
Together, Maverick's team and the lone, renegade Miltank freed the remaining cows who were brought outside as Mav tried his best to supply some first aid to the injured and gangrenous while Minnie and Moriarty tore the place down brick by brick.
When the farmers came back with authorities they had begged for help from to take down the Monster Cow, Maverick explained the situation to them and produced the abused Miltank as Exhibit A, as the tables turned and the farmers were prosecuted for cruelty instead.
The ‘Farm’ was finally destroyed and all the Miltank rehabilitated, all except for Minerva whose now violent and unruly temperament made her worthless to breeders interested in taking in the Miltank. Faced with having her put down due to her background of violence against humans, Maverick decided to take her in and attempt to slowly tame her maniacal tendencies.

So far she has completely rebuked any attempts at making her gentler, but she has a soft spot for the team and will kill bad things very terribly to protect her new ‘herd’. Minnie was given a welcoming gift of a Life Orb, which she often toys with giddily like a (very destructive) seven-year old and with Mav’s aid, actually managed to get it grafted to the end of her missing tail.
Minnie often does not know or calculates her own strength and has more than once accidentally sent the young medic into ER with a broken arm or a dislocated shoulder when they rough-house together. While her hatred for humans has yet to subside fully, she trusts Maverick and treats him like a younger brother.
Her udder is her berserk button. Do not touch them if you know what’s good for you. She grudgingly still produces milk when needed for team healing, though always in private.
She enjoys watching wrestling and sparring with her team mates and Maverick in her spare time. Injuries are abound.
Again, to make this painfully clear; This cow is one of two Pokemon who will happily kill your face dead. Approach with caution.



MAGDALA 'MAGGIE' (Blissey)
Nicknames: Nurse Ratched (Bad mood), Florence Fightingale (Good mood), Stabby McScalpels, The Matron.
Type: Normal
Gender: Female
Nature: Modest
Ability: Natural Cure
Location Caught: Hearthome City (Number 3)
Attacks: [SoftBoiled][Calm Mind][Thunderbolt][Ice Beam]
Item: Wise Glasses
Character Basis: Dr.Knox (Fullmetal Alchemist)
Character Trope: Battleaxe Nurse
Voice: Judi Dench
Gijinka!Form: Refer to Voice
Accessories/Clothes: Glasses held on by gold chain, Military-style cap with Red Crescent and Cross symbols, a scalpel which used to belong to her old master, and a clipboard with her team's current status listed.
Markings: A scar running down the left side of her face with a blinded eye on the same side.
Speech ability: None. Standard Pokemonese w/British accent.

Magdala is the oldest member of the team, though she’ll be inclined to put your eye out if you make any ‘old hag’ jokes about it. A cynical, slightly jaded Blissey with a penchant for fighting as much as healing and a professed love for sharp, pointy things, Maggie started out her working career as a very idealistic, happy, bright-faced little Chansey.
Who was assigned to a young doctor she adored very, very much.
Who was then enlisted as a War Medic and sent to the front lines. As he trusted her very much, he brought her along, and both of them witnessed the horrors of war first hand as they administered aid to the injured and the dying who filled up the medical tent at alarming speeds. Supplies dwindled quickly on the battlefields coupled with limited access to machines, and the body count began to pile up despite the medical team’s best effort. Magdala tried her best to keep her head up in the situation, though she went very close to losing it when a child who was collateral damage died in her arms while they were attempting to resuscitate him.
Through it all, Magdala still had hope for the best as long as she had her master next to her; They would weather this out together, and they would go home to the city, and to peace once more together.

Then, during a siege on the base, the medical tent was assailed by a number of army combatants. The soldiers were too busy attempting to keep the rest of the invading wave out and did not realize their doves were being led to the slaughterhouse, and these enemy combatants weren’t very intent on keeping true to the Geneva conventions; As far as they could see, Medics made very good targets with nary a weapon in sight
One by one the doctors fell while trying to fend them off and save the patients in the process. Her master suddenly decided that the Hippocratic Oath could take a hike for the day as he found a dead soldier’s rifle and began laying some Medicai Whoopass on the insurgent forces so his comrades and the patients could make it to safety.
When he told Maggie to leave, she refused, and she watched in horror as he was mowed down by gunfire minutes later. When insurgents tried to bayonet his dead body, Magdala’s marbles bid her a fond farewell as she showed them just how much ridiculous face-stabbing pain a giant glob of hot pink sweetness was capable of by bayoneting them in the skulls with her master’s scalpel.
Not knowing what to do when faced with a deranged marshmallow angel of death, the remaining insurgents ran the fuck out of the tents and leapt clear over back to their side of the territory with a murderous, fat nurse’s aid hot on their heels.
Maggie had to be dragged back to the tent for her own safety after she tried to follow them straight into a path swaddled with land mines, but the damage was already done.
Half the medic team had been slaughtered, including her old master, and her cheerful nature had given way to an angry, bitter, cynical thing none of the platoon could help ease.
She continued to carry around her master’s scalpel obsessively, spending days at his grave mourning before leaving for her new posting in the city. Her smile which was now a mask she used to cope with the trauma was mistaken for cheerfulness and instead of testing her for PTSD she undoubtedly had, the medical board decided to assign her to work at a local Pokemon Center.

This proved to be a bad decision. She kept seeing her battlefield everywhere she went, and treated the Pokemon Center like a bunker instead of a clinic, seeing anyone unruly within its halls to be ‘the enemy’ and having a very offhanded bedside manner which began to terrify and worry some of the patients and doctors who wanted a cheerful nurse, not a crotchety old Hattie Jaques.
The dean of Maverick’s Medical School was called in to figure out what was ticking inside her head, and when he correctly deducted her serious PTSD and suggested for them to get a replacement while she rehabilitated, she blew a fuse thinking he wanted to take her away from her job and the people she ‘protected’, hence trying to bayonet him in the face with her patented scalpel again until Mav got in the way and took a scalpel to the shoulder.
She felt guilty over what happened and was adamant on treating the young man who quite starkly reminded her of her old master, and this was what prompted her to finally take the dean’s advice to find a new job in the meantime, which led her to following Mav around as his personal nurse and Team Caretaker.

Given, Maggie does more than just caretake the team. She obsessively manages them, from making sure that they take their medicine on time, changing their wound dressings like clockwork and pointing out small injuries which will lead to larger ones in the near future. She is the halfway-insane mother of the team and they do not try to tell her otherwise as Maggie is generally more than happy to freeze or paralyze any of them if they give her serious backtalk, to make them more compliant to treatment.
Her curt beside nature is the (hushed) butt of jokes for them, but they know she means well. She just lost her capability to translate that into words a long, long time ago.
She is highly protective of Maverick, Matthias and Marseilles, all three whom she sees as her children (Although Mav is generally termed ‘Young Master’). Minerva and she do not get along due to the cow’s sometimes stubborn mindset when it comes to treatment. Her relationship with Mac Dara is an amicable one since both see themselves as parental figures.
She enjoys reading military journals and watching ‘House’ reruns in her spare time.



MARSEILLES 'MARCY' (Pidgeot)
Nicknames: Red Baroness, Marcelia Earheart, Red, Doll(By MacDara)
Type: Flying
Gender: Female
Nature: Adamant
Ability: Keen Eye
Location Caught: Canaclave City (Number 2)
Attacks: [Roost][Featherdance][Giga Impact][Brave Bird]
Item: Leftovers
Character Basis: Amelia Earhart
Character Trope: Girl Friday
Voice: Keira Knightley
Gijinka!Form: Shayera Hol
Accessories/Clothes: A pair of aviator goggles and a red scarf (Maverick's gift to her). She wears a prosthetic wing of wood and leather on her right side.
Markings: Headcrest of feathers are short and messy instead of long and silky.
Speech ability: Yes, via self-learning. British accent.

About the only member of the team who isn’t either a total headcase or annoying to an extent, Marseilles provides the sane, level-headed judgment sorely needed within their core and as Maverick’s Right Hand Bird, she’s not afraid to let it be known despite her English Rose exterior.
Sprightly, optimistic and with a gentle nature hiding a will of steel, this young lady came into Maverick’s possession early on in his life, barely a year after he was settled in with the Montagues. She was the inquisitive, curious chick among her siblings and wanted to explore the world much earlier than was allowed by her mother, and one fine day her wanderlust got the better of her and she decided to venture out of the tree hollow of a nest to see the world for he first time.
What she wasn’t banking on was gravity sending her plummeting to the ground by a good twelve feet. She crashed and broke her right wing, and her cries for help didn’t get her anywhere due to her mother being out to scavenge for food and her siblings were far too scared to venture out as well. She realized that no help was going to come for her quickly enough and had enough sense to try and find some shelter. Unfortunately her cries had attracted the attention of a prowling Houndour who was stay and hungry, and was looking for any sort of dinner, and who saw her as a little piece of Chicken Delight with feathers still attached.
She couldn’t outrun the dog but managed to make it as far as the yard of a large house where the dog finally caught up with her and was half mauling her to death when a woman appeared from the door to bash the dog aside with a walking stick.
Seriously injured and wavering in and out of consciousness, the family the house belonged to took her in and treated her for the next few days until she was strong enough to eat on her own again. She became acquainted with the elder brother, a ‘Maverick’ who fed her when she was still weak and who took a particular interest to her current deformity; Due to her mauling, her left wing had been rendered useless and was amputated, leaving her unable to fly in the future.
They managed to find the tree which she had fallen out of and Maverick himself climbed into it to put her back in the hollow, wishing her a fond farewell as she was reunited with her family.
Unfortunately, her story doesn’t simply end that way.

Her siblings were horrified by the extent of her injuries and jeered at her loss of a wing and future of complete flightlessness. Her mother returned and grew cold towards her, feeding only her siblings and treating her like an outsider, as she was seen as a burden who would not grow up to be a normal bird and fly off to lead her own life. She was left to the devices of her increasingly brutal nestmates who picked and pecked on her for her disability and one fine day, tossed her out of the nest. She tumbled to the ground, and came into the possession of Maverick once more who was playing nearby with his siblings.
When he realized that she had been cast out by her own family, he took her in and cared for her until she had gotten over her starvation and neglect before trying to figure out how to have her kiss the skies like all the other birds.
She watched as he pored over books and manuals, and one fine day, saw him set to work on something in the underground workshop belonging to the father figure.
He came back with a rudimentary thing made of lightweight steel and leather which was shaped like a wing and tried to strap it on to her.
Several failed attempts yielded a better design until he finally came upon a prosthetic wing which would help her fly and taught her how to manipulate the simple controls herself.
Before long, ‘Marseilles’, as was her name Mav gave to her was taking to the skies like her right wing was never gone, flying like any normal bird. She decided against going back to her nest and remained by Maverick’s side, along with Moriarty becoming his most trusted confidante and closest friend.

Marseilles works primarily as Maverick’s transport and courier bird, though she makes an excellent fighter when circumstances call for it. She picked up the human language by at first mimicking his words like a parrot until he taught her how to differentiate between them and draw out complete sentences. She is highly affectionate towards Maverick, treating him like a revered older brother and not without a hint of jealousy when he eyes another female. Her self esteem is still low due to her disability despite the many times Mav tries to remind her how pretty she is, and she has a complex against other birds, always fearing that he might replace her one day despite his assurances otherwise.



MAC DARA 'MAC' (Sawsbuck)
Nicknames: Big Daddy Mac, Killswitch.
Type: Grass/Normal
Gender: Male
Nature: Rash
Ability: Sap Sipper
Location Caught: Snowpoint City (Number 6)
Attacks: [Synthesis][Horn Leech][Jump Kick][Wild Charge]
Item: Expert Belt
Character Basis: Macbeth (Gargoyles)
Character Trope: Papa Wolf
Voice: John Rhys-Davies
Gijinka!Form: Refer to Character Basis
Accessories/Clothes: Expert belt worn around base of antlers.
Markings: White tuft of fur on his head which hides an old gunshot wound. Unable to change formes with seasons and is stuck in Winter Forme. Antler points are sharp, and several notches in his ears.
Speech ability: None. Standard Pokemonese w/Scottish accent

A gruff, pragmatic old hardass with a borderline-insane protectiveness over his ‘herd’, Mac is Big Daddy and he damn well will make sure every one of them remembers that.
Mac Dara and several of his herd were presented to Sinnoh as part of an ecological exchange and were content with their daily lives in a nature reserve where they rarely came into contact with humans, and that was something which didn’t bother Mac Dara the slightest. After all, he had food, shelter and a wife and son he absolutely adored, and little to no predators prowling around due to the government’s zealousness at keeping the herd’s numbers high.
Unfortunately, this came back to bite them in the ass when the herd got far too large for the reserve, and they began to run out of food. Soon enough, Mac Dara found himself in competition against other Sawsbuck in order to safeguard whatever patches of grazing there was left for them. The younger and elderly deer began to slowly die out due to malnutrition, and Mac Dara one fine day suggested that they move from the nature reserve which was less reserve and more concentration camp now. He was rebuked by many of the Sawsbuck who reminded him that the reserve was their only protection against the outside world.
When his wife was gored while attempting to fend off another Sawsbuck from a grazing spot his weakening son had encroached on, he decided to take the risk and bring them out of the reserve to find greener pastures.
What he didn’t count on however, was a pair of hunters outside the reserves who were looking to bag the big one in the dead of winter. When they spotted the deer family gently heading out of the reserve at night, it was close to hitting the jackpot as any animal outside the reserve was fair game, and alongside their hunting dogs, the hunters gave chase to Mac Dara and his wife and son.
Mac Dara told them to split up and tried to get the dog’s attentions away from his family as he led them right into the fast-flowing waters of a nearby river where they drowned, and he almost did as well before managing to pull himself out.
When two gunshots rang through the still of the winter air though, the buck’s exhaustion was quickly taken over by horror and then a newfound rage as he stormed towards the source of the sound, only to find the hunter hunched over the prone bodies of a dead doe and a dying, struggling fawn they were trying to bag.
Mac Dara lunged at them and managed to gore one hunter to death when the other picked up a rifle and blasted him in the head as he tried to attack again; Surprisingly, this did not drop the now-deranged deer who gored the remaining hunter to death as well.
Only after the adrenaline rush subsided did the strange, throbbing pain in his head sink in until it went to unbearable levels and Mac Dara finally passed out next to the body of his son.

When he woke up god knows how long after that, a blizzard had set in and had buried all of them. He managed to force his way out of the snowdrift, which had inadvertedly saved his life by speeding up the clotting process. While he wasn’t bleeding to death anymore, there was an insane pain in his head which refused to go away and made him pissed off with loud sounds and bright lights.
Mac Dara returned to the nature reserve, angry with all of humanity in general as he began to stand sentinel there against anyone who was looking to enter, from hunter to ecologist who were soon very alarmed by the vicious behavior of this rogue buck who would attack anything which was deemed a threat on sight. The rogue buck also had a strange affliction; Where the other deer would change appearance with the seasons, he was, for some reason still stuck in his winter forme.

The remaining Sawsbuck herd began to slowly die out until the Reserve owners realized what was happening and tried to send in some medics…..only for them to be faced with Mac Dara whose blinding pain only drove him into a wilder rage as he tried to kill the group of doctors who were soon enough running helter-skelter for their lives away from him. Maverick, having followed the group to learn about this new species of deer quickly enlisted Minerva’s aid to wrestle the stag to the ground and Moriarty’s to calm him down.
He then gave the Sawsbuck a dose of painkiller to dull the throbbing and Mac Dara found himself coherent enough to converse with Moriaty now, as Moriarty explained the situation to him. Still reluctant to let the humans into the reserve, Mac Dara finally relented with the condition that he watched over them while they were performing their procedures, which was something Maverick easily agreed to.

After the deer were cured and the dying humanely culled, the medics stationed several workers in the reserve to keep an eye on the herd as well as convincing the reserve owners to allow in a few natural predators to keep the population balanced.
Mac Dara on the other hand was a problem to them due to his bad temper and his inability to shift between formes became an intriguing mystery, until Maverick deducted that the gunshot in his head had left bullet fragments which addled with a part of his brain which controlled the function. Maverick, wanting to help him regain the ability to shift formes and not be outcasted by his herd persuaded Mac Dara to become part of his team with the promise of helping him when he finally finished medical school and was trained well enough to perform the risky procedure, and till today Mac Dara holds him to his word.

Mac as expected harbors a particularly blazing hatred for hunters and poachers in general, even though these humans could be trying to survive themselves and Maverick often has to physically stop him from maiming one. Due to his gunshot wound, extreme stimuli such as sudden lights or loud sounds can drive him insane from pain for a short period; This is generally not a good thing as his usual way to deal with said pain is to thrash around, kick things, gore whatever he can and just be a serious danger to everything and everyone in vicinity, his own team included. More than once, he has accidentally gored Maverick during these episodes and trampled on Matthias.
He has a growing addiction to painkillers since the first pill Maverick gave him, and is currently trying to cut down due to the effects it has on his health; This generally involves banging his head on things. Hard things. Repeatedly. Mac also shows off symptoms such as short-term memory loss and slurring which Mav is trying to remedy.
Mac treats the young man like a replacement goldfish for his dead son and is not above scolding Mav in true Papa Deer fashion whenever he steps out of line, to an extent that he may occasionally disobey Mav’s orders if he thinks he knows better.
If you know what’s good for you, do not play loud music in his vicinity; He will kill your radio, and then he will kill you.



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