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YOU'RE ALL THAT I SEE

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[attr="class","freiwantmid"]CHARACTER FACTION team rocket

[attr="class","freiwantmid"]CHARACTER RANK grunt

[attr="class","freiwantmid"]FACE CLAIM Genji from Overwatch

[attr="class","freiwanttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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TW: mentions of drug use, alcoholism, suicide, death of a child[break][break]

Okay, so, like, you know people definitely have it worse. But damn, someone has it out for you. At least a bit. Because you're kinda fucked up, and you're not doing so hot...but at least you are hot. So that's something?[break][break]

You're not sure which biological parent left you behind, but one of 'em did. And they left you at the port. Maybe they wanted you to drown, because wanting you to be adopted by some gruff sailor and learning loyalty and weird sailor-lingo is way too specific. But the next best thing happens. A dock worker named Irina adopts you, and while she does clout you (and yell at you. A lot), she does raise you. There's a roof over your head and food in your belly, so you can't complain. (Because if you do, mama gets agitated.)[break][break]

You're only a little (a lot) resentful of your name. Four letters. Your mom and pop, whoever they are, couldn't care enough to give you a proper name.[break][break]

You're a bad student, honestly. It's kinda boring because it's all kinda easy, so you throw wads of paper and cause a ruckus instead. Eventually, you just blow off school completely. You're a freshman in high school when you decide to drop out - partly because you don't care, and also because you really like drugs now, and it's harder to procure under the watchful gaze of a teacher. Mama doesn't seem to care about school as long as you're busy. And even then, she doesn't seem to care because she's fighting with her boyfriend again.[break][break]

So you sink a little deeper. Drugs, fighting, street races - the works. The only bright spot is your carvanha, Marshmallow. And she's not even yours, 'cause you just feed her marshmallows and other crap when you visit her in the marina. Eventually, you nick a pokéball and make it official.[break][break]

When you meet her, you think you can change. Grace Shih. You love her. She loves you. You do your best for her. This good girl with amazing grades and a bright future. She has a shit dad, so you knock his teeth out after you see him put his hands on her. You run away together and promise her everything. Then you promise the same thing to your daughter, Evelyn. You call her "Evie."[break][break]

Except you don't change. Not in the huge, dramatic way you thought you would. Because construction and other labor shit can only make so much money. So you shake people up (and they kinda shake you up in return. But scars are hot), peddle drugs, and your buddies of questionable affiliations (Rocket, c'mon) say that the money is decent. And you have a wife and daughter now, so...[break][break]

Grace ain't happy. And then you aren't happy. And it's a whole thing. And then Evie gets sick and what the fuck? Why is this happening?[break][break]

When Evie is gone, so is Grace. It's a messy divorce. You love her, you love her, you love her -[break][break]

You let her go. And a year later, she offs herself. Couldn't take the grief.[break][break]

The drugs and the booze help. Marshmallow helps, too. And so do the lil babies you find - totally helpless, very adorable. A rufflet and a nickitt. Eventually, you just kinda...integrate yourself into Rocket. Why not, right? You ain't got nothin' else. You have your winning smile, washboard abs, and a lack of self-preservation.[break][break]

All in all? You think you're the perfect grunt.[break][break]

(+) cheerful, plucky, wise, intelligent, sensual, fun-loving, effervescent, witty, generous, adaptive[break][break]

(-) insouciant, flirtatious, self-destructive, guarded, melancholy, hedonistic, escapist, reckless, overprotective, pessimistic