Name: Brock Yellgate
Alias: Scientist Brock
Age: Thirty one years old, soon to be thirty two but you probably don't care about that.
Appearance: Maintains an unbuttoned lab coat with the stains of tamato berry sauce all over it, of which he probably acquired from his prolific consumption of Stantler burgers which he habitually obtains from a local Pokémon Market. Has experimented with drugs, but only to the extent that he's afraid the size of his winkle has been tampered with and thus remains somewhat insecure. Has a beard - the beard is a largely untrimmed beard with a half-assed effort to take the form of the beard Frank Zappa embraced, but alas his ultimate plan to develop a beard of some note never came into fruition, so he maintains a beard without style but nevertheless having some kind of convoluted place in his heart.
Other than that, he's tall. But not intimidating. Never once has he instigated a fight - the process of squaring up, of declaring yourself a higher number than others just never really entered his head. You would never notice that he was tall unless somebody pointed it out. He's surprisingly handsome - but his handsomeness carries a certain innocence; picturing him in bed would be like picturing Heinrich Himmler playing piano; it's something people imagine him to be good at, but they imagine him having a certain discomfort when performing that activity. His eyes are green with... envy?
Personality: Asks a lot of questions, makes a lot of things, and experiences claustrophobia when in a group setting, but the only thing he will do about this is not be as productive. He is easy to approach, but hard to hold a long conversation with. Exceptionally resourceful, anyway - his mind contains a huge amount of information on Pokémon species, and has had an almost obsessive interest in space since the age of about six. Something seems to impair him, seems to hold him back - although he refuses to denote exactly what this is, it's something troubling him, and people associating him will definitely notice this and as a result find him a little difficult to talk to. Maintaining him as a friend is hard, but it is necessary in certain circumstances, and despite his annoying unreadability people still feel somewhat compelled to talk to him.
His principles are annoying. He obviously doesn't believe there is a God of humans, but he will pretend to be open to the idea in order to attract psychics and people claiming to be able to communicate with dead Pokémon so he can analyze their idiocy in more detail. Although he doesn't believe in religion other than as an elaborate delusion, he is intrigued by it to a large extent. He has claimed in the past that he could work as a medium for the PokéFirm "Sabrina's Sect" as long as he had had practice. His exact view on things is largely cynical though this is fairly hard to gather.
Pokémon Species: Has a Solrock. This is all he really ever wanted. The Solrock sucks, and is largely unneglected, but Brock isn't going to pretend to give a shit.
History: Works at Mossdeep Space Center. Used to work at the drug store in Lilycove, but after he was seen drawing several equations on fluid dynamics by the manager he was given a job building telescopes for the store (the guy had no idea what difference there was between these two concepts). Eventually, he studied somewhere, although he's never stated where, and became an employee of the Mossdeep Space Center. It would be interesting to note that he frequently resists the temptation to join the forces of Team Rocket, Team Aqua and Team Magma - which most of his friends joined for the superior pay, flexible hours and autonomy - but he persisted with being a "good scientist" despite not having the characteristic Voltorb and Magnemite.
While working at Mossdeep, he has largely become a local activist and campaigner of some sorts, although this wasn't his intention. Everyone in the town has at least heard of his name - he has made several efforts to combat Wailmer-hunting in the area, of which he remains a stern opponent. Brock feels that his turbulent childhood will eventually bite back at him, and his name will be attatched to numerous high-profile scandals, although he is yet to consult a PokéTherapist about this. He remains a publicist of the largely underground affairs of Team Rocket, keeping in mind his goal of making their evil aware. In this sense, he can delude himself into thinking he is a good guy, despite being an ass. He hopes to one day to retire to Fortree, hoping to be a meteorologist here - this to him would be the perfect retirement.
I think tomato sauce could be out of place. I have no idea what the Pokémon world equivalent of tomato sauce would be. I guess it's worth thinking about.
I'm not certain it really matters, just roll with whatever real life equivalent you can manage and don't stress the details too much or it zaps the fun like a Electrike blast to the face.
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What about tamato (berry) sauce?
It has been rectified. Keke I'll participate in your RP when I'm more relevant to what's going on.
Scientists are forensic pathologists too? Very well then - I guess this is the Pokémon world.
I'll be briefly involved with the medical team, and then you can introduce yourself to me.