marshall koffi

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Character Name: Marshall Koffi.
Nickname(s): Fever.
Age Eighteen.
Gender: Male.
Field: Trainer
Kind: Human

Appearance: Marshall is pretty tall; not a damn supermodel, but still tall enough to be considered above average height and easily picked out from a crowd. He weighs light, about one hundred and thirty pounds. His build, however, is something of great attractiveness. He is tall, even a bit lanky, and thin. He obviously has no eating disorder, and isn't skinny enough to the point it's disturbing to see him shirtless; he does, in fact, have fat on his body just like anyone else, with a few pounds packed into his belly. He doesn't seem to mind; it keeps him warm, and sugary sweets are too important for him to give up in the name of beauty. He does not, however, have much muscle; one thing he does have, however, is the strength of a Chihuahua. His bones are thin and somewhat frail, and if a hefty weightlifter ever wanted to, they could probably snap his spine in two halves.

Marshall's skin is a light, fleshy tone, with a few moles on his face (mainly his cheeks) and upper arms. His cheeks are often raised in a smile and are flushed; it was once rumored that he wore blush make-up. He was very rough-and-tumble as a child, which might explain why he isn't in his teenager years, but due to his past he does have quite a few scars. His knees are scarred with thick and yellow hide from falling so many times in his childhood, and even to this very day, which also explains why his jeans are dirty at the knees. He has multiple scars on his feet from running around as a happy barefoot child and stepping on rocks and glass, and also has a scar on his upper arm from where a Lillipup scratched him.

Marshall's hair is of medium length; it reaches to the back of his neck. His hair is somewhat curly, and extremely soft to the touch due to the fact that he's never dyed it before. His hair is just a simple, natural color, jet black with no highlights or streaks or tipped edges. His bangs sometimes fall in front of his face, which he makes an 'o' shape with his lips and simply blows away so he can see. His hair is shaggy, as if he never brushes it, and flies all over the place. He tries to style his hair so that he can give a rough, but suave and sexy look to it in order to attract a girlfriend... or possibly a boyfriend.

Marshall's eyes are almond shaped and the most iciest of blue. His pupil is a dark sapphire color, round and a bit dilated from his never ending excitement. His nose has a curve to it before the tip, arching to create a rather tiny nose with a small point at the end of it; his lips are a rosey pink, mostly chapped, and almost always curved into a happy smile. His teeth aren't blinding white, but they sure as hell aren't yellow; he has never had braces in his life, and every tooth but his left canine tooth is straight. His face is slim, but his cheekbones are high.

Marshall has a bad posture, and while sitting, can easily be mistaken for a hunchback. His legs are very long and his knees are boney. His ears are also pierced.

His clothes speak a lot about him; he's an extremely laid back guy, and is most often seen wearing a white t-shirt with a red plaid jacket with the sleeves halfway rolled up. He is also seen in nothing but denim jeans, even in the summertime; he hates hairy legs, and doesn't have time to shave them properly anymore. His shoes are a simple bright red converse; he has an interesting appearance, even if it is a bit casual.

Personality: Marshall is very goofy and silly. This seems to help him make friends easier, making others giggle and laugh and admire him for his great sense of humor. He can joke about pretty much anything, as long as it brings a smile to someone's face. He forces himself to be quite the comedian in order in order to fit in and be loved by others; in reality, he's quite insecure about his jokes, even the funniest ones. Due to his comedy, however, he can come off as quite obnoxious sometimes and even takes his jokes too far. Being the type of guy that can laugh and crack jokes at a funeral, he can sometimes piss people off with racist or dead baby jokes. He can almost always bring a smile to people's faces, and tends to try and bend himself to fit their standards; if someone is easily offended, he tellls family friendly jokes and stories and pretends to be extremely offended by any kind of profanity when in reality, he loves it.

Although he hates to admit it, he is a bit foul-mouthed. He curses like a sailor, dropping f-bombs left and right when he feels like it and often offending many people. He has a very sensitive heart and if anyone is mad at him, he was often pout and become extremely melancholy for days on end, which is why he's been trying very hard to limit his swearing, but has so far been unsuccessful. Although Marshall has no set religion, he believes that cursing and swearing left and right is unnatural and very immature, even if this belief makes him a huge hypocrite. He often beats himself up for dropping f-bombs everywhere and sometimes even literally bites his own tongue until it bleeds as punishment.

Angering Marshall has severe consequences, as he's easily offended, sarcastic to the point where it stings, and more stubborn than even a mule. Being easily offended comes with severe anxiety; he always thinks people are talking about him or doing things unfair behind his back and sometimes becomes too worked up over it to the point where he hyperventilates on the floor in a fetal position. He's quick to jump to conclusions and assumptions, and if he's wrong (he usually is) he feels extremely guilty and promises he'll make it up to the person. Because of this, he's in debt to many, many people. Sarcasm comes naturally for the boy, and sometimes it can be quite painful if he's in the mood to be cruel. "Oh, you're fucking wonderful! Congratulations! Would you like a cup of tea with that, Mr. Dumbass?" Has to be one of his most favorite things to say when he's angered.

Despite how horribly confident he may appear on the outside, below the surface, he's extremely nervous and insecure. He often thinks people don't like him, and begins to panic. He's paranoid and constantly thinks people are watching him or talking badly about him.

Overall, he's a nice guy.

History: When asked where babies come from, compassionate parents who do not want to brutally expose their young children to the horrors of the world may mutter something along the lines of, "When a mommy and daddy love each other very, very much, a stork brings them a baby so they may nurture it and feed it and allow it to bloom, stretching its little arms into the air to hug their mommy or daddy."

In Marshall's family, it was quite different.

Mommy and daddy didn't love each other very, very much. Marshall's father, Benjamin, who had dropped out of high school but had an extreme hidden interest in human psychology, met Marshall's mother, Kaitlyn, while roaming ths streets of Kanto. The two kicked it off as friends almost instantly; their love for psychology and human studies in general proved to be the matchmaker in mere friendship, but Benjamin wanted more. So, so much more. For the years they knew each other, Benjamin slowly wiped away Kaitlyn's tears when she cried and gave her a nice and comfy shoulder to lean on; Kaitlyn soon grew very close to the man, affectionately calling their relationship one only shared by 'besties'. Benjamin's interest for studying human psychology with hands-on experience soon grew to be unbearable, and he invited Kaitlyn to her house, where he drugged her and chained her to the wall in the basement of his house.

For days, he tortured the young lady; his first study consisted of the effect of drugs on the human body. He injected and force-fed her herbs and pills in different doses and combinations daily and recorded his findings on whether she hallucinated, drooled or foamed from the mouth, or simply lay there like a zombie. In that time, she had tried to kill herself multiple times by bashing her own head against the wall, in which Benjamin solved by attaching a pillow to the stone wall beneath her head. After weeks of this, he moved onto things other than medication, including sleep deprivation and physical pain which was delivered by empty syringes or simply cutting the skin.

Two months passed, and Benjamin soon found himself buried beneath a new passion. Seeing the young lady chained to his own basement wall while crying and screaming brung him sexual arousal, in which he finally decided he'd make the girl his own. He raped her, and allowed her to be free from the basement and roam around the house, as long as she were to be a 'good girl' and take all medications she was supposed to take along with promising to never leave the house. For a long time, Benjamin pretended to have a broken leg and hired a school friend to shop for him, who simply thought that the two 'lovers' were a happily married couple with a baby on the way as Kaitlyn's stomach began to swell.

In nine months, Marshall was born.

Marshall came into the world as a happy newborn; he would press his foot forward when Benjamin scaped his fingernail against it, grasp anything that touched the palm of his hand, and responded with a suckling noise at the touch of his cheek. Benjamin soon decided that Kaitlyn was useless and took her out to the shed, where the guns were kept, supposedly for protection. While the streets of Hyo City were silent, he laid her body in a position to make her death appear as suicide, and shot her in the head. When he called the police in a feigned panic, the autopsy reported that she had suffered one bullet wound to the head at an angle where it was undeniable she had performed the task herself. Benjamin had succeeded in raping and murdering his best friend.

Benjamin immediately decided that he would perform a very interesting, yet cruel experiment on his own son as he aged. Marshall grew up a very happy and intelligent child; he socialized well with the children in his hometown, made friends easily, and always seemed to be the cheery guy who was more entertaining, funny, and charming than anything else. The only problem? His father was beginning to plan an ambush on the young boy that would leave him confused and against the crowd for the rest of his life. Benjamin told Marshall that his name was Fever, and made sure his son understood before he moved on. Marshall soon started introducing himself as Fever, seeming to forget his real name in a split second. Although the children could care less during their playtime with 'Fever', the adults soon began to think that there was either a child on their hands with a wild imagination, or a very crazy father. They let it slide, however, seemingly hypnotized by what a good little boy had been born in Celadon, a certain relief from the crime and poverty that was displayed every day in the small but bustling part of Kanto.

Soon, Benjamin began to further his studies by telling his son that objects were called the exact opposite of what the objects were. He told his son that a fork was called a spoon, and that a spoon was called a fork. He told him that the sun was the moon, and the moon was the sun. During schooling, this heavily confused Marshall, who would often receive strange looks when he asked "How is everyone's night?" bright and early in the morning. It soon got worse; when teachers tried to kindly explain to him that he had everything jumbled up, they soon began to think he may have had a serious problem that laid beyond the surface. "I don't know why he says this," Benjamin would claim, "I give him plenty of attention, he never speaks so foolishly at home."

Soon, Marshall was sent in for testing to see if he had mental retardation; nobody knew why he called things the opposite of what they actually were. When it started to worsen day by day with no apparent reason, they finally decided to put him on medication to see if he would concentrate better in school and finally be able to be taught that a spoon was most certainly wasn't called a fork. As Benjamin observed every meeting with extreme interest, he absolutely bathed with the pride of his success. Marshall began to grow heavily frustrated at all the adults telling him he was constantly wrong, and began to rebel. When his grades dropped to their lowest point, he dropped out of high school with no hope for the future. In a world where pokemon training was everything, there wasn't much one could do with no pokemon, so Marshall decided to pack his belongings and try to find Pallet Town. He was not the brave type, and despised the thought of harming pokemon by using one of his own, but if it meant he would finally have a friend who wouldn't correct him, even in the form of a pokemon, it was well worth the pain and suffering.

While on his journey, he met a small Mareep in a swarm, who he quickly befriended and captured. Soon meeting a trainer, he nervously fought his first battle. After finding out he was absolutely horribly nervous and a complete wuss with battling, he decided that maybe being the big bad wolf just wasn't the thing for him. He came home to find his house burning. Immediately using his 'television' (cellphone) to call the emergency center, the firefighters soon arrived, asking the young teenager if anyone was in the house. He told the firefighters his mom was in there; they didn't bother to search for his 'mom', since she had been dead for years.

His father was burned alive.

At the tender age of fourteen, he had no place to go and no friends to call his own... and soon decided that whether he was a wussy or not, he needed to become a pokemon trainer, just to have a roof over his head, food in his belly, and a paycheck to support himself and any pokemon he may obtain on his journey. After going on a long and harsh journey with his Mareep, and eventually learning that spoons were indeed called spoons, he felt confident enough upon arriving in the Erinuki Region. Releasing the Mareep and making a false promise to someday meet her again when he had the financial support he needed, he patted the creature on her fluffy head and walked away, heading for Hajime Town.

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