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[preparetrouble]

Player
Name: Fetchie
Personal Journal: made_in_wonder
E-mail: gibberditz39@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN: fetchie88
Timezone: Arizona
Current Characters in Route: None

Character
Name: Scanty
Series: Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt
Timeline: End of "D.C. Confidential" (ep 12, part 1)
Canon Resource Links: Scanty - PSG wiki

Personality:
Scanty is the eldest of the two "Demon Sisters", a pair of stuck-up, snobby Mean Girls from Hell who pride themselves on living by a strict, cultured code of rules. To them, the everyday world is chaotic and crass, and the strong survive by imposing their self-discipline upon others. Scanty therefore refuses to play by anybody's "rules" but her own - and anyone who disagrees with her is met with incomprehensible, affronted rage.

Assuming she lets herself express it, that is. Priding herself as she does on her "self-evident" superiority, Scanty defaults to an air of unflappable, girlish sophistication - slightly petulant, slightly cutesy, and completely focused on badmouthing others. She's often seen partaking in a variety of stereotypical "high class" recreations, and insists that conflicts should be resolved without violence. Instead, she'd much rather compete by comparing herself to her opponent, since she'll always come out on top (though not without a lot of smarmy sarcastic hand-wringing about this fact; Scanty's particular favorite method of putting others down is to feign distress about how much better she is).

She talks the talk, however, much better than she walks the walk. Much of Scanty's high-and-mighty attitude comes as an attempt to cover up "slips" on her part - excitable to the point of accidentally sabotaging her own plans, she herself is living proof of the problems caused by letting one's emotions run rampant. She fixates on others' bad behavior to an almost obsessive degree, flies off the handle when her pride's insulted, and can get downright crass if she's frustrated enough. While skilled at modifying her plans if circumstances demand it, she also has a bad habit of making said plans unnecessarily complicated in the hopes of humiliating her opponents (which always backfires). To save face, she's become a talented spin doctor - as long as she can justify what's happened, her own self-image can remain intact.

For all her failings, however, Scanty is a loyal and devoted minion to have on one's evil team. She wouldn't dream of outright insubordination (which isn't to say she's completely respectful), she throws herself wholeheartedly into her work, and she takes great delight in spreading disaster - particularly against anyone who's crossed her in the past, since Scanty holds quite a grudge. She also works seamlessly with her younger sister Kneesocks, whom she admires and respects; they're perfect partners in crime both on and off the job. Overall, Scanty isn't nearly the perfectly composed, cultured little devil she pretends to be - but like Hell is she ever, ever, going to admit it.

Proper aesthetics is, after all, her rule!

Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ Cunning & opportunistic; can scheme on her feet
+ Persistent & driven
+ According to canon, skilled in "etiquette, appearance, class, athletics, family background, academics, vision, [&] hearing"
+ Civilized & classy; lives by standards....most of the time

- Holds awful, brooding, seething grudges
- Is her own worst enemy
- Expects everyone to obey her rules
- Hypocritical when crossed; can't admit her own failings
- Finicky and petty re: high standard of living

Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Rocket Grunt
Starter: Woobat (w/Houndour as secondary Pokémon)
Password: scrambled eggs

Samples
First Person Sample:
[The feed opens to the view of a young lady standing outside a Pokémon Center, a rather happy Woobat flying about her head. She's holding a small object in one perfectly-manicured hand (pinky upward), and brandishes this object as she begins to speak.]

Oh, dear....Top Batter, have you noticed? Nobody else's Pokémon stand a chance against us! Could it be that the other so-called "trainers" don't understand proper discipline?

If they only knew! [She unwraps a corner of the object she's holding.] Mahogany Town's fabled Rage Candy Bar is just the pick-me-up their poor, neglected Pokémon require. And as a local delicacy, it's suitable only for the most esteemed of Trainers, wouldn't you agree?

[In response, the Woobat perfoms a series of aerial acrobatics. Upon completion, it comes to sit on her shoulder and beams at the camera.]

Yes, that precision! Complementing personal effort with proper supplementary items is, for success, a necessary rrrrrrule! To that end, remember: the Rage Candy Bar...

...we bid you adieu!

[She feeds the Woobat a piece and tries cut to the feed, but not in time to avoid everyone seeing the Woobat getting a karate chop to the back to spit it back out. As if anything she's trained will ever imbibe sugar! Perish the thought!

...oh, it's still rolling...]

Aha....it...really is quite tasty, you know....

Third Person Sample:
Of all the nerve, of all the gall, of all the gumption!

Swatting a particularly snarled clump of tall grass, Scanty stalked through the wilderness and seethed. Why couldn't she have been dispatched on a more urban mission, a more civilized duty?! Why, of all places, had those - had, ah, of course, her revered and far-seeing benefactors, for whose undying credit she worked tirelessly - why had these vaulted leaders seen fit, in their ineffable wisdom, to send her out onto this...this....this pedestrian route?!

"Lay a trap and snare the Trainers!" Oh, it was all well and good to issue such orders, and Scanty had every intention of following through. But every trap required the proper bait, and if her dusty, godforsaken targets ventured into such climes in the hopes of capturing Pokémon, Scanty'd be all too pleased to oblige. Yet procuring bait involved such indecorous travels...

The grass rustled to her left; Scanty whirled, snapping her hand out palm-outward. "Stop!" she commanded, and a small purple rat fell to the ground in confusion, blinking stupidly over its pronounced overbite. "What's the meaning of this?"

The rat cocked its head and chittered. Scanty sighed. "You seem to believe I've infringed upon your territory, and wish to protect your meager abode. Understandable; when one has next to nothing, that pithy pittance becomes more dear. Yet, how are we to resolve this dispute?"

The rodent gnashed its teeth. Scanty shook her head. "Violence, violence! How befitting a wild animal. Isn't there anything else you can do? Is there an objective third party present? What are your stipulations for victory? Conditions of the battle? Any outlawed maneuvers?"

Wiggling its haunches, the rat crouched. Scanty turned away. "A valiant attempt, woodland rat," she replied. "But without proposing a constructive alternative, I'm afraid there's really no--"

Fangs bared, the rat rushed her exposed thigh. Scanty pivoted, screeching, and kicked it full in the face, tossing a Poké Ball almost as an afterthought.

"Hmph," she sniffed as the Poké Ball stopped wiggling, tapping her shoe against her leg as if kicking the rat had soiled it somehow. "Vulgar to the last. The things you make me do!"

And holding her capture gingerly, she continued on her way.