Barely supressed chaos.
Basic info
Name ; Dimension: Morty ???
Nickname(s): Grease, Mets (by Aliza only)
Age: 15
Birthday: 10 JUL XXXX
Sexuality: Bicurious
Pronouns: He/him
Personality type: ENTP-T
Appearance
Height: 5'4
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Brown (dark brown when greased)
Hairstyle: Slicked back mullet
Distinguishing marks: Perpetual scrapes/bruises. Ear piercings. Constantly drawing on skin until his Rick will let him get tattoos.
More to know
Personality: He's a chaotic little shit, almost resembling a younger, less (genuinely) asshole-ish RIck. He's quick-witted, outgoing, creative, and not afraid to call people out on their bullshit. He's not afraid of anything -- except for his personal information being revealed to people he doesn't trust. He's pretty reserved and paranoid about that. When push comes to shove, he's always there for his loved ones.
Positive traits: Creative, fearless, curious
Negative traits: Dangerously reckless (WILL fight god with his own two hands), argumentative, awful at comforting people/expressing empathy
Likes: Motorcycles, old Earth movies, concerts/live music, music
Dislikes: Feelings, gatekeepers/music elitists, governmental powers
Fears: Anyone knowning too much about critical information, losing the things & people he cares most about (again)
Key lore points: From B-83 on paper only -- he's really from a dimension that no longer exists. This is a well-kept secret, however. He, Voltamatron, Crow, and Mortimer played key roles in resurrecting Metal Rick. The two helped raise Metal Rick from the dead.
Relationships
Siblings: Deceased
Parents: Deceased
Other family: Adoptive grandfather -- Metal Rick
Pets: 1 cat (?) -- Poe
Friends: Voltamatron/B-342τ, Aliza
Roleplay sample
Still awkwardly crumpled on the floor, Morty looks up at him with furrowed brows. There was something so familiar about that voice.
"Who... are you?"
He scrambles to his feet and surveys the other, head tilted to the side.