I had blank spaces and I also had already drawn Vlad and Tondra, so I put some doodles there
Three more members of my team in Pokémon Black :o
Rupert the Palpitoad: Vlad met him around Nacrene city near an abandoned train track while he listened to some cool jams. Rupert has a very calm outside but is actually a bomb waiting to explode if you push the right buttons. He secretly wishes that he could perform a musical number in public and suddenly everyone would start to sing along.
Khalid the Krokorok: He welcomed the group around a long desert path and let them stay on his shack to recover from the fights. They ended up staying so much at his house that he eventually decided to tag along, he had no one to live with anyway. He’s actually wearing shades because he’s blind, but you can’t really see anything during sandstorms anyway. He’s always looking ahead and avoiding all sorts of danger, never his guard down.
Moonlight the Sigilyph: This little lady here is an ancient android from the Desert Resort. As naive as adorable, a treasure hunter captured her while she was asleep and planned to sell her to Nacrene’s museum. He crossed paths with the team at Pinwheel Forest and they quickly persuaded him (using just a bit of brute force) into giving her to the. The hunter even joined the team for a while but they threw him out because he was just a really horrible person. She doesn’t seem to be able to make out words but talks using sounds instead. She can be very careless and get herself into trouble, but Khalid’s always there for her. They feel a strange and familiar connection.
i dont really think they where meant to be villains, because when push comes to shove they really do the right thing. i remember that in a few movies they damn near killed them selves to help ash, it even happens a few times in the series. this is why i will always love these two, because their not evil, just confused, its like their suffering from peer pressure or something to impress their boss. sad coices
I could write an essay on why Jessie, James and Meowth shouldn’t be considered the villains and why they’re perfect people and why they’re perfect for each other in the family sense, including Meowth. I mean sure in B/W they’re a lot more threatening, but the other like 14 years worth of the anime? No. They’re just… too soft. They both have extenuating circumstances when it comes to why they’re in Team Rocket. Neither of them joined purely because they were mean people and wanted to steal or hurt Pokemon. Jessie was an orphan and her mother was in Team Rocket. James ran away because his parents tried to force him into getting married to a girl he hated. Meowth was abandoned by the rest of the Meowth because he learned to talk. They all joined because it was really the only place they felt like they belonged.
And I could also go on and on and on about how they’re NOT failures. They fail at being bad. There are plenty of episodes where they show them all having special talents. Jessie is amazing at contests, James can do a ton of stuff they never show except in certain episodes (PokeRinger, Orienteering, poetry?, contests). Plus James is just a total sweetheart omg don’t even get me started on him alone okay. Neither of them are actually bad at Pokemon battles unless they’re up against Ash & Co. MEOWTH CAN TALK. WITHOUT TELEPATHY. If that doesn’t prove how freaking SMART he is then what does?
I JUST LOVE THEM OKAY.
look at the emotion on their faces i
That and they have such GREAT attachments to their pokemon, which often get emotional, like with James’ Cacnea, and Jessie’s Dustox (which watching them give them up made my cry a bit more that the oh-so-classic Bye Bye Butterfree)
This whole thing, okay? All of this. This whole fucking thread.
Mahli is your fierceless, cold-blooded killer. Fighting only with a double axe on his mouth, he can take down any foe. Mostly an assassin for hire, he enjoys having people make up new tremedous stories about how he lost his arms in great battles… except he didn’t lose his arms at all! Mahli was born in a little village of warriors, but instead of having healthy strong arms like his father he had meeky, thin and weak little arms. This was a dishonor to his family and he was abandoned after some years when it became obvious his arms wouldn’t grow properly. Ashamed and revolted he tied his arms together and made sure they were well hidden and then procceeded to train with every fighting and assassination master he found, putting himself under survival circumstances and sharpening his skills until he became the greatest.
Maybe one day he’ll learn to value what he has, but until then he madly searches for a surgeon to cut his arms off and an expert in prosthesis.