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With a name like Rocky, it would be very appropriate for him to have a cocky-type personality. And, like the stereotypical images that follow the name implied, Rocky truly is cocky to a fault, where confidence overshadows his actual abilities, and pride overpowers every action that he takes. Despite that he’s not the best in the world like he’d pretend he is, this Sandshrew seems to pass it off in the right crowd easily enough, content to sway even the lowest denominator to get attention. Ambition isn’t one of his top priorities, and why work your tail off to get to the top and be the ‘best’ when you can simply just //be// the best? Taking the easy way out to have a good show isn’t all that bad, really, and when you’re stuck in a dead-beat lackey job, why care otherwise? Ah, don’t break a sweat!

Rocket Born, like many, in the Team after the wars ceased to be a large issue in the media. The young Sandshrew-Morph, although nameless at the time, was taken to be trained with a large majority of Second Generations in hopes of refilling Team Rocket’s diminishing supply of agents, and although methods then were better than previously, the torment and torture of “effective training” was far from a humane, not to mention sanitary.

However, also like many, the Sandling obediently followed the orders and was quick to learn what aggravated a captain of his training squadron, and how to avoid it. Children learn to be quiet under the lash, and such was the Sandshrew. Soon, he began to develop an idea of what inspired praise and lax of supervision.

As he grew older, the humans that he was mostly associated with began to give him nick-names to counterpoint the awfully long number that accompanied his tag. And with the boy’s obsession with dirt and climbing the large, rocky structures that made the ground-training area what it was, they decided that ‘Rocky’ would be the name to stick, and it did.

Rocky was fairly well looked after once he reached Jr. Agent status, thought to be quite loyal and not a threat to the Team. His supervisors, perhaps unfortunately, fawned over what they believed to be a cute little agent, and gave him plenty of attention, affection, and chances to shine in the light. Although he’s learned basic combat and even several TMs and training moves, Rocky uses these skills to show off rather than doing serious battle.

In fact, Rocky would much rather play sports than combat with other agents, but alas, he’s not often given the chance to play basketball in the gym unless he’s completed his training for the day. Really, Rocky leaves a fairly decent life- training himself and new agents in the gym by being a sparing partner, and earning his keep that way. Rocky lives in the gym, which lends to his well-built appearance.

Really, that’s pretty much all there is to the life of Rocky. Trained to be a decent fellow, but true-blue Rocket, he’s yet to go on any missions outside of the base, but has long-since developed the arrogant, over-confident personality that Rocket seems to pride itself on.

Sandy yellow in color, Rocky stands a formidable example of a male Sandshrew-Morph; tall enough, slightly stocky, the usual changes in fur pattern, ivory, down to the long sets of claws on each hand and foot. However, Rocky also sports a striking black head of thick hair and a winning, almost arrogant, smile. He’s dressed in his finest Rocket attire- red shorts and a black tank-top- that seems to fit across him just so well, and not but a couple of scratches on his knees.