Rank: grunt
Likes: his mother and father, despite everything; most of the things his parents pounded into him as something a refined gentleman should enjoy, like classical music and art; pretty things, or elegant ones, or anything which is nice to look at; peace and quiet (something he rarely experienced during his time with his parents); the nighttime, but only if there's stars out; attempting to count aforementioned stars, even though it's never gone well prior, and he usually doesn't get very high before getting distracted; rain, but only if he's not out in it; Beauty.
Dislikes: Lavender Town (and, as something of an extension, ghosts and ghost-type Pokémon); conflict, even Pokémon battles; having to work whenever it's raining - well, generally just having to work, but
especially when it's raining; Team Rocket trainees and his fellow grunts - actually, most of the other members, even the higher-ranked ones.
Positive Traits:devil-may-care - he goes through life with an infinite amount of patience and a smirk that seems permanent, never straying too far into serious territory (although this does venture into being a negative aspect of him, when he just can't seem to behave appropriately to the gravity of a situation).
clever - a relatively little-known aspect of him, hidden carefully behind a well-schooled mask of indifference and making himself come across as incompetent to his peers. It's better for people to not view him as a threat, especially if there ever comes a day when he needs to be one.
proficient - quite good number of things, and able to pick up other things with relative ease, although it's a struggle to actually make him be of use.
sincere - perhaps coming as a surprise due to the rest of his nature, Lafayette is incredibly open and honest to a fault (even if half or more of anything he has to say isn't good, people can at least be assured it's true).
Negative Traits:lazy - being a slacker with absolutely no ambition, it's probably the only thing holding him back from moving up from his grunt position within Team Rocket after so long. Lafayette can't really bring himself to bother with moving up the ladder, perfectly content with sitting where he is and continuing to do however little work he can to get by.
cowardly - whenever much of anything starts going down (especially fights, genuine aggressive fights with just as genuine danger, which he cannot stomach), and has the potential to end up as harmful or even just overwhelming to him, he tends to bow out as soon as possible and make a run for it.
arrogant - an aspect of him which manifests itself as the belief no one is as important to him as he is. While this leads to very little outright derision towards others (but sometimes it shows, and badly), Lafayette does not concern himself with them or their well-being; if it's not going to affect him, then it's of no significance, no consequence.
shameless - guilt and all of its friends are foreign emotions, for people who aren't him.
Phobias:pneumatiphobia - fear of spirits (which began from a particularly alarming incident while visiting Lavender Town).
scotomaphobia - fear of blindness in the visual field (stemming from a nasty run-in with a wild ekans that'd had rather mean aim and even worse venom).
Other:Sometimes he misses his family and sometimes he doesn't, but regardless, he always loves them. He's even mostly gotten over them never seeming to be happy with him and pushing him far more than he could handle, but he thinks it's better if he doesn't go back into their lives.
He has a weakness for feline Pokémon due to his upbringing; he can't help but to pay attention to them if he sees one.
He's left-handed.
His record number of counted stars is
one thousand, two hundred, and seventy-seven. He might've gotten some in there multiple times, but that's okay.
Family:father: Edgar Thomas Havelock (unknown) - fifty-three
mother: Sophia Lucille Havelock (unknown) - forty-five
History:Born in Phenac City, Orre.Lafayette's childhood was comfortable,
very comfortable, bordering on luxurious; he grew up a spoiled only child of a wealthy family, the Havelocks, who had made their name through the showing and breeding of exquisite feline Pokémon. He was never in want of anything, getting all of which he asked (or, more accurately, demanded), his young age keeping him from seeing how empty a life it was. Growing older without ever stepping foot into a public school where he might've learned how to really communicate with others - not the chilly manners he used around his parents and their peers, the prim and properness his family had forced onto him - and might have made a friend.
Friends, even.
It was on his thirteenth birthday his parents gave him a surprise, one they'd been quite eager over for the weeks prior. It was a suitable age, when his parents felt as though he was adequately prepared for being groomed to follow in their footsteps and become a junior handler at shows, and so he was gifted the pick of the litter from the meowth kittens his parents' persian had birthed: a dainty female he named Majesty. That was, perhaps, the beginnings of when everything had came down onto him - the realization he'd been so lonely and the life he was in was hollow inside its pretty shell, when he was clutching what would end up being his only confidant.
He still could not see the hollowness of the pretty shell of a life he'd found himself within, and the whole of his existence revolved around living up to his parents' expectations. They were a fine family wanting a fine son, and who was he to deny them that when they had given him everything? Even if he was not quite happy with the choice, he was not going to toss away the Havelock reputation for something as finicky as
happiness. So Lafayette continued to show with Majesty even as he grew older, sometimes losing - and he could not stand seeing the disappointment on his father's face, and the way his mother frowned, then - but mostly winning. Their reactions always seemed much more poignant, when he lost; following a win he'd seek them out, smiling so widely his cheeks would begin to ache, but would only get something not even a fraction as bright as his own or a nod of acknowledgement in return. Still, Lafayette tried, he tried. His parents received every of his successes coolly, as though trying to push him through holding back on showing pride in him - the one thing he wanted and could not have, wasn't just given like everything else.
Then, one day, he stopped trying. He forgot about his family's reputation. He remembered some vague concept of happiness, because no one can ever achieve the impossible.
On his eighteenth birthday - when he was supposed to be a man - he wasn't any better than a scared little boy, abandoning his parents, even leaving Majesty behind as he walked out on his old life into a world he'd never known. He took a ship from Gateon Port into Kanto, often stopping in towns to do odd jobs in an effort to scrounge up money to continue his journey on (although only a day in Lavender Town was enough to make him flee and never return there, the awful place). A few months after first going on his own was his first run-in with Team Rocket.
They were... uncouth, he thought, in their methods. Their goals came across as asinine. But they were dangerous, and no one else was; and Lafayette's self-preservation instincts wouldn't allow him to walk away from their offer. When everything was coming down around him - if everything ever did - he'd want to be on their side, and not against them. It was purely for his own benefit, not something he truly believed in and wanted to be a part of. He barely dragged his feet through the trainee stage, his will to impress anyone with perfection broken; he scraped by, nothing more, nothing better. When he was supposed to be celebrating his glorious position as a grunt, or whatever, one of the higher-ups shoved a scuffed-up pokéball into his hand. He wasn't much interested until he saw what came out of it.
It was a meowth kitten, a little female. She wasn't dainty, or prissy, or anything Majesty was; she wasn't an example of flawless breeding. No, she bit and scratched and had a temper like a wildfire. He named her Beauty, even if it wasn't entirely accurate, not really, with her crooked whiskers and fangs that hang over her gums, but she was perfect to him.
Nothing much else happened to him, and still hasn't; his lack of ambition sees him continuing to sit at the rank of a grunt, and that's all right with him.
He's not the same, and he's done with trying to make people see his worth.
Starter: 
Nickname: Beauty
Species: meowth
Type: normal
Level: 10
Ability: technician
Moves: scratch, bite, growl.
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OOC Name: pray
Other Characters: none
