Lenny Bentino Jul 25, 2012 15:39:48 GMT -5
Post by Kolas on Jul 25, 2012 15:39:48 GMT -5
Name: Lenny Bentino
Trainer Class: Wisecracking Trainer Mobster
[spoiler=Physical Description:] Very skinny, around 6'9'' tall. He has a long crooked nose and smooth, greasy black hair that he's swept back behind his ears, and the hair hangs like a curtain around his shoulders. Lenny's eyes are blue, and his teeth are slightly yellowed but otherwise perfect. He wears a long black trench coat that reaches his ankles, with a large fedora and dress pants. His shoes are of the shiny black dancing variety, and they squeak slightly when he walks. Lenny is also equipped with a pair of black gloves and a pin on his chest that depicts a Murkrow. He keeps his Pokemon in a black Pokeball, which he calls a 'Mobster Ball' but is really a Pokeball that he painted black.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Personality:] Lenny is very slick in how he talks, shooting off clever one-liners and tipping his hat while everyone else secretly mocks him because none of the things he says are clever. As far as his speech goes, Lenny speaks in an Italian accent, which only helps his smooth speaking manner. He's always ready to answer someone with a crude and sarcastic retort, and wouldn't blink at the thought of having his Murkrow do the talking either. And by talking, he means mugging and afterwards stealing of their cash or Pokemon. That is, if he were skilled enough as a mobster to actually do that.
A large part of how he thinks is this: If a smooth-talking, coldblooded mobster wouldn't do it, then he won't do it either. Apart from secretly doting on his Murkrow, Lenny always acts according to his vision of the ideal mobster. He terrorizes people on the streets, using his extreme height to intimidate some and his quick tongue to persuade others.
He goes on jobs with his partner George for Don Anthony, leader of the Murkrow Gang in Thyme City. When he's not stealing from people or stewing in his status as a coldblooded, smooth-talking mobster, he plays guitar. Acoustic, not electric, because no coldblooded smooth-talking mobster plays electric guitar.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=History:] Lenny was a quiet boy who grew up in the slums of Thyme City, always fighting for a meal, whether his opponents be other children or Pokemon. An orphan since he was very young, Lenny joined up with Don Anthony when he was eighteen. Now part of the Murkrow Gang, a prestigious bunch of coldblooded thugs and smooth-talking negotiators, Lenny rose through the ranks to become Don Anthony's right-hand man.
...or so, he thought. To be honest, the Murkrow Gang was anything but prestigious, it was pretty much just Lenny, his partner George and the Don. And quite frankly, though George had a lot of mobster spirit, his skill in pulling off heists was somewhat lacking. That's why Lenny had decided to go for a stroll, alone. And by 'go for a stroll', Lenny of course meant 'find some sucker whose pockets were loaded with cash and Pokemon and rob him blind'. Anyone who didn't think that was what he meant obviously didn't know Lenny very well. Or was George, one of the two.
This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, was it? Life was about more than (trying) to rob some stuffy prudes, returning to the hideout and dining on cheap beef in an overly-civilized manner while the Don told them about how they were gonna 'win big, just give it more time, boys!' Life was about filling that overly-civilized dining room with a bunch of other people's Pokemon. Life was about being up to his fedora in a swimming pool of cash. Life was about finally giving Topaz that red stripe on her tail like he'd promised!
Eh, he'd get to that last one later. Topaz would understand.
Oh, Topaz. Lenny had caught her on the hideout's rooftop two years ago, and the two had been best friends ever since. It had actually taken a while, now that he thought about it. Like, at least three beef dinners had been sacrificed to the bird by this point. He loved Topaz to death, but she was a bit of a prude herself, very proud and dignified. Not that he'd ever admit that he loved her to anyone. It was a secret between mobster and Pokemon.
Lenny was drawn out of his memories by the sight of a man walking into an alley. Grinning, he noticed that the tailcoat-wearing gentleman had both a bronze monocle and a bulging pocket, probably loaded with cash! Trying not to walk too quickly, but excited by this development, he followed the man into the alley.
"...yes yes, and tell her I'll be home later. I don't want to worry the poor dear." he was saying into a Pokenav. The man's voice trailed off as he saw the figure of Lenny silhouetted against the alley's mouth, arms crossed.
"I've got to go." he murmured, hanging up and putting the Pokenav in his pocket. "Hello there, could you please move?"
"Ah, but why would I do that?" Lenny asked, hearing his crisp Italian accent bounce around the brick walls. "You seem to be carrying a lot of weight in that pocket of yours, my good man. How about you let me hold onto the contents, and you can go about the rest of your day, unburdened?"
The man glanced down at his pocket, then back at Lenny. "Are you insane?" he asked.
Not the answer that the mobster was looking for, but that was okay. He was still looking cool and cold-blooded, no matter who looked at him. He'd get this guy's cash, and maybe a Pokemon on the side! To think this would be the day that the Murkrow Gang got a new minion!
Lenny responded to the man across from him by producing his Mobster Ball from his pocket, his smile widening as he threw it into the air. "Go, Topaz!"
With a flash, his beautiful Murkrow was airborne. He caught the ball again and crossed his arms as the man stared at his Pokemon. "Now then, my friend, please hand over your valuables."
The man dug into his pocket, producing a yellow-and-black Ultra Ball. He cocked an eyebrow at Lenny. "Please move. This will end badly for you otherwise."
"Do you know who I am?" Lenny smirked, though he was feeling less confident at the sight of the Ultra Ball. Either this fool was rich, or Lenny was in some serious trouble. "The name is Lenny Bentino, of the Murkrow Gang. I don't want any trouble, my friend, so please hand that fine-looking Pokeball to me."
The man threw down his Ultra Ball, and along with the flash came a Pokemon that wiped the grin from Lenny's face.
"Let's go, Shockmaster!" the man shouted.
"Uh, wait a minute, my friend!" Lenny protested.
The alleyway was filled with blinding light, and when it cleared, Topaz was smoking on the ground. Lenny rushed dramatically to his Murkrow as the man recalled his Electabuzz and shuffled out of the alley without another word.
Lenny ignored the man and his accursed Pokemon - they didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered except his poor Murkrow, lying on the alley floor and twitching. There was even some smoke coming off of Topaz. That wasn't good; oh, he'd get that son of a bitch. Nobody hurt his dear Topaz!
"Oh Topaz, my dear, I made a grave mistake!" he sobbed, clutching the bird to his chest. "I promise that you will get all of my beef tonight, so please, be well!"
Topaz coughed, giving off a weak trill before falling unconscious. Tears were in the mobster's eyes, even if he didn't know why; this almost always happened when he went out with Topaz. Looking down at his defeated darling, Lenny sniffed before returning her to her Poke - Mobster Ball.
Well, he'd lost; there was nothing to do about it. Another black mark on the Murkrow Gang's record; maybe once he and Topaz had some more experience, he could stop relying on his height and the Murkrow's beak, and steal in good old-fashioned battles. Like a coldblooded, smooth-talking mobster should.
He gave himself a moment to get collected, dabbing at his eyes with the hankerchief that he kept in his left breast pocket, then he stood upand strode out of the alley, shoulders cocked and head held high despite the horrendous defeat he had suffered. How would he ever explain this to the boss?
Ah, he knew! He'd make the man his rival! Don Anthony would be so pleased. Even though he was already rivals with that lady who had the Pikachu. And that boy with the Growlithe. And the little girl who had a Rattata.
He had a lot of rivals.
But that's what being a coldblooded, smooth-talking mobster was all about.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Topaz History:] It was that time of day again. Lenny kicked open the door to the hideout's rooftop, biting into the loaf of bread he'd brought up with him. He couldn't decide if it would be more mobster-like to do it angrily or coolly, so he just went with coolly. He was too tired to act angry, anyway. What a looong day...
He'd messed up again. His height usually worked in his favor, making people afraid of him and coughing up their cash, and for what it was worth, Lenny was a pretty good fighter. But how was he supposed to compete with that Hitmonlee?? Not even Don Anthony could fault him for that one. Now the wisecracking mobster had a bruised side and a black eye; how embarrassing. Well, it looked like either George or the Don was going to have to handle the gigs for a while, nobody was intimidated by a guy who'd clearly been wailed on. If he'd gotten a scar, that would be different, but a black eye wouldn't impress nobody.
No helping it. The mobster walked to the edge of the building's roof, propping a foot up on the two-foot stone barrier that lay along the roof's perimeter. He took another bite from his bread, a bit more angrily this time. How could he be such a failure!? The Murkrow Gang took what they wanted and didn't afraid of anything, but Lenny hadn't captured a single Pokemon since he joined! Years had gone by with nothing but him and George intimidating people into handing over their valuables. But any time they chanced across someone with a Pokemon, things went down the drain. Last week, George had gotten stung by a Beedrill. It had taken three days for that to heal!
The week before, Don Anthony had a nasty incident with a Nidorino. He didn't want to talk about it, which told Lenny plenty about the encounter. The mobster shuddered, munching on his bread. Blech, rye. Where was his baguette? A high-class coldblooded mobster couldn't be expected to eat this kind of food! They'd eaten cheap beef again, on plates that were worth more than the combined grocery bills of all three men. Lenny wanted real food, not bargain meats from the local deli!
He was about to throw the bread off of the rooftop, when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. It was a Murkrow, sitting on top of the clothesline! Lenny could hardly believe his luck; here he was, a member of the Murkrow Gang, and there was a Murkrow not twenty feet from him. He couldn't let this chance slip away!
So he started moving towards the bird Pokemon, slowly. He slid the bread into his Pocket, replacing it with a Pokeball that he had painted black – it was a Mobster Ball now. Ever so slightly, Lenny moved towards the Pokemon. He was so close now, he could practically see the glow as the bird vanished within the ball.
”Gotcha, my lovely!” he cried, hurling the Mobster Ball at the Murkrow. It responded by simply flicking its wing at him, striking the ball back and causing it to hit him in the face. Lenny reeled, falling backwards as the ball rolled back towards the rooftop's door. He raised a hand to his head, groaning.
He felt a weight on his chest, and glanced down to see the Murkrow sitting on top of him. The bird Pokemon had bent its head down and was pecking at the bread which was sticking out of his pocket. The nerve of this thing was incredible! Even Don Anthony's Honchkrow wasn't as daring as this Murkrow!
”What do you think you're doing??” Lenny demanded, reaching out with the intent of snatching the Murkrow. It squawked and pecked his hand, causing him to hiss – the bird then grabbed the loaf of bread from his pocket and spread its wings, soaring away from the rooftop with a trill. Lenny grunted, easing his lanky frame into a crouch as he nursed his bleeding hand, then he looked up at the Murkrow which was quickly fading into the distance.
He'd failed to get a Pokemon. How could he face Don Anthony, knowing that he'd discovered the very Pokemon that they represented and let it get away? He shook his head, then blinked and patted the pocket of his trench coat. Of course, the bread!
”Hey, my lovely!” he shouted after the Murkrow. ”If you come back tomorrow, there will be more bread for you!”
Lenny stood there for a while, looking up at the smoggy sky of Thyme City. Then the mobster walked back into the hideout, picking up his Mobster Ball from where it had fallen as he went.
The next day he returned to the rooftop, one hand on his fedora to keep it in place, one hand in his pocket where the bread lay. It was colder today, so he'd decided to put on a jacket underneath the trench coat. But with the temperature drop, maybe the Murkrow wouldn't return?
The idea left his mind when he saw the Pokemon on a rooftop across the street from him, sitting on a vent and eyeing him with disinterest. He could tell it was the same Murkrow, it had a look in its eye that told him it had a reason to dislike him. Well sure, he'd tried to catch it, but was that enough of a reason?
”Hello, my dear.” the mobster called to it, producing bread from his pocket. He held it up so the Murkrow could see it, and watched as the Pokemon's eyes moved to follow the loaf. ”Would you like something to eat?”
He slowly backed up, breaking off a piece of the bread and offering it to the Pokemon. ”Come on, I won't bite, huh?”
The Murkrow watched him, unimpressed. Sighing, Lenny pulled back his arm and hurled the bread off of the rooftop, watching as the bird Pokemon spread its wings, rising quickly and catching the piece in its beak. Then it settled back on its roost. The mobster threw another piece, and again the Murkrow caught it. Soon, he was out of bread.
”That's it, my lovely, no more.” he called, pulling out his pockets. Seeing that there was no more food, the Murkrow turned and took off, flying away. ”But there will be more tomorrow, yes!”
This pattern continued for two days. On the fifth day, Lenny actually succeeded in having the Murkrow land on his rooftop. He sat cross-legged, watching the Murkrow peck at the bread that he had brought for it. While it was occupied, he slowly reached for the Mobster Ball that sat in his pocket; he'd get that bird if it was the last thing he did! His black eye was almost healed, if he could return to his old intimidating self with a Pokemon in tow, the Murkrow Gang's success rate would skyrocket!
He pulled the ball from his pocket, but right when he pushed the button to expand it, the Murkrow squawked and flew at him, knocking the ball out of his hand and causing him to fall back. Lenny propped himself up on his elbow as he watched the Pokemon fly away. That could have gone better.
The next day, Lenny trudged up the stairs, thumbing the food in his pocket. In addition to the bread, he'd brought some meat from that night's dinner. He doubted that the Murkrow would visit again, but in case it did, he had an apology gift for it.
Reaching the top of the stairwell, the mobster inhaled. If it wasn't there, then he'd be a failure to the Murkrow Gang. Actually, that wasn't all that he was concerned about; sure, he'd originally only wanted the bird because it was the perfect Pokemon for such a coldblooded, smooth-talking mobster as himself. But now, he found himself growing attached to the Murkrow – he liked seeing it eat, felt some sort of desire to protect the thing. Even if it could clearly defend itself better than he could.
”Well, here goes nothing.” the mobster said quietly to himself, throwing the door to the roof open and stepping outside into the nightly chill.
The Murkrow was there, and Lenny's first thought was to sigh with relief. But it was in trouble; a Hitmonchan had gotten onto the rooftop, and knocked the bird out of the air just as the mobster arrived. He heard himself shout ”No!” just as the bird went down, cawing pitifully as it flopped on the roof.
The Hitmonchan turned to Lenny, snorting as it raised its gloves. The mobster took a step back; this was ridiculous, where had that thing come from?? He knew that this was one of the worse parts of Thyme City, and that was really saying something, but he'd never seen a wild Hitmonchan before!
What was he supposed to do? The Murkrow needed him, but he couldn't compete with a Hitmonchan – he'd gotten knocked out by a Hitmonlee! The mobster gulped as he looked at the boxing Pokemon, then he glanced back at the Murkrow. It cawed again, eyes on him. Their eyes met.
Slowly, Lenny removed his fedora and trench coat, throwing them aside. He approached the Hitmonchan, raising his fists. The mobster was at least a head taller than the Pokemon, but knew that he didn't have nearly the fighting ability; fighting was what Hitmonchan lived for. Sure, Lenny had been in a couple of street brawls and done well, but this was going to be far more difficult.
The first punch came before he could even react, catching him in the stomach and causing him to double over with a cough. Another blow to the cheek; Lenny staggered backwards and nearly fell. He flailed, attempting to regain his balance and grabbed onto a nearby ventilation duct.
The mobster shook his head to clear it, then walked to the Hitmonchan again, biting his lip as he raised his fists. The punching Pokemon threw a left hook, and Lenny raised his arms to protect his face. He was rocked on his feet as the blow connected, and though dazed, he quickly followed through with a standard telephone punch. To his surprise, the punch landed, and he saw the Hitmonchan back away with a glove to its face.
But one blow wouldn't win the battle, Lenny knew he could never outlast a Hitmonchan. He had to finish this quickly, or just grab the Murkrow and run inside. With any luck, Don Anthony's Honchkrow could take care of the Pokemon should it follow him. Then he noticed that they were getting closer to the edge of the roof; he didn't want to do it, but a coldblooded mobster had to do what he had to do.
He feinted to the left, but didn't even have time to follow up with a blow as the Pokemon gave him an uppercut to the jaw. He backed up, blinking rapidly. The mobster was seeing stars now – would he even get the chance?
Another punch to the stomach, and Lenny dropped to his knees, one hand on the ground and the other nursing his abdomen. He could hear the Hitmonchan grunt with satisfaction, and as it raised another gloved fist, he got onto one knee, gritted his teeth, then threw himself at his opponent. Lenny's shoulder caught the Hitmonchan in the torso, and the punching Pokemon yelped as it was thrown back. The mobster watched as it struck the top of the stone barrier surrounding the roof and flipped off, vanishing over the edge.
Moments later, car alarms sounded from the street below. Lenny stood, wiping sweat and blood from his face before turning back to the Murkrow, which still lay on the roof. He walked to the Pokemon, crouching beside it.
”I can help you.” he said softly. ”But you have to get in the ball.”
As Lenny pulled the Mobster Ball out of his pocket, the Murkrow squawked and fluttered its wings slightly. ”You will be taken very good care of, my dear.” he told it. ”Good food every day, a warm place to sleep...what do you say?”
The Murkrow didn't respond for a moment, then gave a small coo and laid its head down. A small smile played across Lenny's face as he tapped the bird with the ball, and it disappeared inside with a flash.
Standing, the mobster grinned wider. It had taken a lot of effort, but he finally had his first Pokemon. The Murkrow Gang had acquired a new minion, ready to serve.
And as he walked to retrieve his coat and fedora, Lenny thought that maybe he wasn't such a failure after all.