HYDRA, silver espisoto

SILVER ESPISOTO
_{"im a bad jazz singer giving you the finger no matter what you linger cause you like it even when im mean"}

Appearance
A man of average build and taller than average height. He's five foot ten and a has a slim build from years of being on the run and traveling from place to place. With long arms and slender fingers, he has a willowy quality to his figure that's hidden under dark clothing and an arrogant air. Even though he's given up his criminal past, it's not something that he can just shake away from the way that he carries himself. He's not always intimidating, but he's usually seen as some sort of trouble.

He has shoulder length red hair that's occasionally cropped but is normally allowed to grow out until it starts to absolutely annoy him. His eyes are a strange silver color, decorated with flecks of bright green in places, giving them an almost metallic shine. Said eyes are normally narrowed, and the hydra member seems to have a permanent frown lightly tugging on his lips.

Personality
Silver is an asshole. There are of course, layers to his assholery as there are any other human being - but you can bet your ass you'll get some shade of jerk when talking to him no matter how long that he's known you. Toward strangers he's short tempered and blunt to the point of being rude. If you want an honest opinion, you can probably get it from the red head without any sort of problem - making him, oddly enough, a good listener. He just won't sugar coat his answers for anyone. Good for when you need a kick in the pants, bad for when all you really need is someone to try and understand.

Toward friends, he's more open and a touch more relaxed, but there will always be a competitive edge to the man that's pretty hard to consider friendly. He's argumentative and constantly pushing those around him - as well as himself - to do better. There's nothing that he dislikes more than someone who talks big but doesn't do a damn thing to back it up. It could be because that was how he was when he was younger, but either way it's an easy way to get on his last fraction of a nerve.

He himself a pretty sore loser, but his temper in the face of loss is now controlled. Narrowed eyes and a downward pull of his lips, and with a tsk he'll be off, offering a salute or a halfhearted wave in condolences for the winner. He's not too bad a winner though - and surprisingly he's not one to get too big headed in the face of victory. He's never done, never strong enough - his quest for strength is ongoing and won't be over until Sinnoh reaches some sort of peace within itself.

He's still an excellent liar, and a conman to boot. The red head is not the guy you want to play cards with or take bets against because you can bet your ass that he will do whatever it takes to come out on top. He's strategic when it comes to battling, using type advantages and the playing field and any prior knowledge of his opponents however he can. He doesn't take anything lightly - and honestly has trouble winding down even when he's by himself. There is little that helps him relax, save for cigars and alcohol... but there are times that a good battle will do the trick.

History
Having Giovanni as a father honestly wasn't as lifechanging as some may thing. He had his own agendas to attend to, and never really gave a shit what his little bastard child was doing. Leading a group of mafiosos was always more important, and that was just the way it was with the two of them. As soon as he was capable of traveling alone with his sneasle he did it - and left the asshole to attend to his team. 

With no guidance, he learned to take what he saw as his own. First on his agenda? A pokemon from professor Elm's lab. He never apologized for taking the totodile, but raised the alligator mon to his full potential. He had his sights set on being the champion, crushing every idiot that got in his way - but there were two trainers that didn't quite let that happen the way it was planned. He was always the third best, because Gold and Crystal were always that much better, regardless of him being a step ahead. Still, the two of them became the closest thing to friends that he had ever known, and their battles meant to challenge both they and himself eventually became fun. He learned that training pokemon wasn't all about winning...

They became champions, and he watched it happen, not understanding then where he came up short even after he had manged to grow up along with them.

In the years that followed he went back to his hometown, only to find that his father was diligently working on taking over the whole damn region. He was also getting old, and appointed some kid to take over the company when he couldn't anymore opposed to taking favor with his own damn brat. Either way to Silver it didn't matter, he threw away his hopes of becoming Johto's champion and focused on rising through the ranks of Team Rocket instead. To do so he had to throw away what he had learned about friendship and caring and kindness, because they were ruthless and he had to become even more so if he was going to lead the grunts later on. 

Somewhere along the way he became a sadistic bastard, and took enjoyment in punishing those that got in his way.

An intervention was in order. 

Gold was the first to show up and royally ruin everything. He challenged him, and even after years of training and pushing he and his team to their limits he still won. He couldn't chase him off, and in the end the bastard stuck around and grew on the red head like the fungus he had always managed to be. Crystal showed up as well, and both had it in mind to infiltrate Team Rocket from the inside - the red head nearly went into cardiac arrest hearing her schemes, and he tried to chase her off as well - but she was never someone that he could just scare away. 

He failed to keep either of them out of trouble.

And then the region fell - leaving nothing for even the rockets to gather up as their own. Silver moved on to scout the damage done to Johto and found that it was in the same shape as Kanto. There was no helping anyone there, anyone intelligent fled, and he did the same - traveling to the closest place to them. Hoenn was a cute little region with a lot of water and a trainer class called coordinators that he thought was cute for younger trainers - but it didn't last long. He witnessed the capture of Kyogre, and nearly drowned when the region flooded - but he was saved by his red gyarados. Hoenn's shores were never seen again, and he and the pokemon ended up surfing until they found a boat that was headed to Sinnoh.


When he reached the region, he found out more about Immortalis, and joined Hydra to try and take it down.

Pokemon

Gyarados
Male
level 20
Face Claim
POKEMON, silver plays silver

this character is played by (FELICITATE) who (CREATED YOU IN HER IMAGE) you can contact them through (all the things)