S. Galtens {wippp}

[L.K.]

(the playby is Christian Duerre~)

Name: Scotland Leonardo Galtens.
Call him Scotty and there's bound to be a fight.
Age: Twenty-six.
Gender: Male.
Hometown: Mauville City, Hoenn.

Appearance:

Average is the first word that comes to mind when speaking of Scotland. His skin has a fairly medium tint to it; on Von Luschan's scale he'd be about a sixteen, and his frame is lean, weighing in at one-hundred and fifty-five pounds and standing at five-foot-ten. There's a healthy amount of muscle to him- nothing too outlandish, nothing too extravagant, just normal; you can see a bulge in the arms if he flexes and that's about it. The man is clean shaven for the most part, but on those days he forgets to shave, a five o' clock shadow is as far as he'll go.

His hair is a dark chestnut color. It's got a wavy-straight combination to it, due to the fact that mousse is applied daily. At times Scotland will straighten his hair- but because he did this nearly every day during his detective-phase, the look has become somewhat undesireable. His locks curl out at the ends and are cut so that they hang about half-way down the back of his neck. The most common hairstyle he dons is the front part swept back behind the ears with a few bangs hanging down in his face for effect.

If constantly monitored for one week, a trend might become obvious in terms of what he wears: every shirt the man owns has at least a spot of pink on it. Be it a small spot or large lettering, it must have pink. This particularly light shade of red is his favorite color, just barely beating blue out of the box; he also thinks it compliments his features quite well. He'll wear anything from ruby pink to carnation pink, though cherry blossom pink, light pink, and normal pink are by far his favorites. Scotland prefers wearing normal t-shirts along with shirts that button up, but are casual. Jeans (straight-legged) are also a must.

Trip to Route 109, just south of Slateport.
His old 'detective' look/wear.

Personality:

Snarky would be a good word to describe Scotland, for the most part. He's got a thing for retorting to most everything anyone says if he doesn't agree with it- the man has absolutely no problem telling someone off. Such attitude is especially bad when he gets to drinking: granted, he's not a binge drinker or a problem drinker, but once the guy gets to knocking a few back he's considers himself to be always right. One of his friends referred to him as 'king shit of turd mountain' (he doesn't have very good friends) when Scotland declared himself to be the winner of a battle between his friend Johnny and Sootopolis' Juan.

Other than that, he's a fairly good guy. The man is the type of person who would walk an old lady across the street, or give a poor dog a bone. The phrase 'helping human kind' was the mantra he often repeated his head when he was a detective; although those days are long gone, he still feels as if he's got some sort of obligation to society even as a normal citizen. Scotland also likes to make people laugh. Whether it be by telling a corny joke or being genuinely adorable, he's always out to make people smile: this includes cheering people up if they're sad, for some reason or another.

It isn't often that he gets angry, thanks to a method he's developed to combat such anger: sarcasm, and lots of it. Although his anger is obvious through his words, when he uses sarcasm it's more of an attempt to get the other person angry. For when the opposing person is angered, it prepares the situation for a fight.

Now, one might think fighting might make a man even more furious: such a way of thinking is the complete opposite, when speaking of Scotland. As masochistic as this sounds, he enjoys the pain: due to having a moderate tolerance to it thanks to a somewhat-underdeveloped nervous system, he tries to see how much he can take before finally saying 'stop'. That's certainly not to say he's invulnerable, or that he'll win every fight he gets into: a glass jaw is one of his largest weaknesses, and the man knows it. Scotland will start fights just for the heck of it- it doesn't matter who with.

The man has a rather large problem with authority, despite the fact that he used to be a member of the law. Bad experiences with superiors have turned him into one of those people who calls a cop a 'pig' every chance he gets. He doesn't like people abusing their power- unless it's him, on very rare occasions and usually for the betterment of others.

History:

Scotland was born to Cyprus Galtens and India Hamil in Mauville City. Cyprus had a position as one of the Mauville Game Corner executives, monitoring the funds and everything that went on in the establishment, and India worked at the pokémon daycare just down the road. His parents had what could be called an unhealthy relationship: they never slept in the same bed, never talked to one another (Scotland constantly passed verbal messages back and forth between them) and never really seemed to really love one another. Except for the 'once-a-month' and 'anniversary' "meetings" -one of which he had the unfortunate luck of walking in on- it always made their son wonder if they were really married. Strangely enough, (and the boy would come to find this out later) that was what kept their 'relationship' strong.

Cyprus and India weren't all bad parents. They were fairly well funded- even if everything they did was 'for the sake of the economy'- and Scotland never went without anything he wanted. They played with their son interchangeably whenever they had time; he could never comment that he was bored, at the very least. The only thing he never liked about his parents was their affinity for naming their children after countries, just like them. It's not that he minds Scotland- he just thinks he's more of a Spain or a Solomon than a Scotland.

He was sent all the way to Rustboro for schooling once he turned ten, staying in the dormitories that they keep especially for out-of-city students. Mauville wasn't good enough for school, Cyprus often argued, choosing to send his son to the school that taught him how to be such a good businessman. Although the Rustboro schools specialized in Pokémon training -practically all the classes were interaction and learning about pokémon- there were a few business courses as well as learning about basic jobs. Predictably enough, those involved pokémon as well. The classes weren't difficult. He graduated at age eighteen, then moved back to Mauville.

One of the first offers he'd gotten in terms of occupation were working at the casino. His father wasn't as powerful as perhaps Giovanni, or Wallace, but he did have his underlings; Cyprus was willing to scoot out a few of those lower-class people to make room for his son. As flattered as Scotland was at the offer, he declined. Something more in the law, he said to himself as he thought back to one of his friends in Rustboro. Her name had been Jenny, and her Growlithe had been one of the cutest things the child had ever seen in his life. She was going to grow up and be a police officer, just like her mom, sister, and entire female side of her family. Could it have been that he harbored a crush on her, the boy considered one day? No, it couldn't be. Girls didn't seem to be his thing-- he'd find that out soon enough.

To become a detective, one must first start with the basics. There are no shortcuts, no skipping: everyone must first have a few years as a patrol officer. Scotland passed the physical fitness test (after a few tries) and took said occupation with some reluctance- the previous information was unknown to him.

Other:

Scotland absolutely cannot

[/b] stand bird pokémon.
He's had a fear of them ever since he saw the movie The Pidgeys.

Code Words : electric field[/center]