WEAKNESSES --
- Dickish behavior. Self-explanatory. His heart's in the right place, but sensitivity isn't really one of his virtues, and his brain-to-mouth filter? Virtually non-existent. So yeah, expect lots of crude, inappropriate jokes and him totally doing and saying the wrong things at the wrong time.
- Recklessness to the point of stupidity. Self-preservation? Thinking ahead? What is that? Don't ask him, because he's not gonna be doing a lot of either.
- Stubbornness. The thing about Yusuke is, if you want him to do something he's not totally on board with, it isn't enough to ask nicely until he finally caves: you pretty much have to ride his ass until he does it.
- Hotheadedness. Thanks to his age and his overall personality, Yusuke is pretty moody: it's incredibly easy to get on his nerves and/or piss him off, and comparatively less easy for him to come down from a bad mood. It's generally recommended that people either try to reel him in and calm him down (whether that be through ~calm, soothing words or by implementing their own brand of corralling, e.g. Genkai calling him a dumbass and cuffing him across the face before duly dropping an anvil of wisdom on his head), or just give him lots of space until he calms down on his own. The latter is especially true for those with whom he's on bad terms with: if he doesn't like you and you manage to wind him up, don't be surprised when he and his fists come flying in your face. (And notice that's a when, not an if. Hope you like having your head kicked in!)
- Violent. Speaking of head kicking and face damaging, Yusuke is a pretty violent guy – not to the point of assaulting random people on the street without provocation or anything, but it absolutely would not be an exaggeration to say that he practically lives for a good brawl, and he doesn't have many inhibitions when it comes to when and with whom he'll initiate a scuffle. This probably comes as no surprise since, hello, hotheaded shounen hero, but what this means is that aside from engaging in relatively harmless activities like having ~spirited ass-kicking bonding sessions~ with other like-minded characters, he will most likely refuse to let his Pokemon fight for him when he runs into trouble unless there's absolutely no other option. So yeah, next time something terrible decides to try its hand at conquering Johto, everyone can look forward to seeing Yusuke conveniently forget about his team of super-powered monsters and watch as he instead takes it upon himself to try to headbutt, wrestle, and generally curbstomp it into submission. :')
- Arrogance. Yusuke has a way of being seriously overconfident, which, as one can imagine, has gotten him into some serious trouble: namely, getting the stuffing beaten out of him by bad guys whom he might've defeated faster had he bothered to pull his head out of his ass sooner than he did. Here, it'll probably manifest itself in the aforementioned rugby tackling of Johto's Big Bads, which would inevitably be followed by him getting scratched up and trampled all to hell and rethinking his “kick it in the head and ask questions later” strategy about five minutes too late.
- Book dumb. The guy got a 12 on a science test. To be fair, Yusuke's poor academic performance has a lot more to do with laziness than with an actual lack of intelligence; in fact, given enough incentive, he could probably be a very good student! Alas, however, he is not, so one would be wise not to ask him for homework help.
- Authority issues. Sorry, Officer Jenny, but thanks to a lack of faith or respect in people who claim to be in charge, Yusuke's gonna need some serious elbow-twisting if he's going to be expected to play by the rules. Of course, what complicates things is how ineffective nagging him tends to be; most of the time, it just kinda pisses him off and makes him harder to deal with. What is worse, if he felt threatened enough, he wouldn't even be against making things physical, though the situation would definitely have to escalate to a certain point before such a thing occurred – believe it or not, he's not exactly keen on the idea of being thrown in the slammer, even if having a bunch of dumb police officers pushing him around would really tick him off.
- '80's kid. Some of the, uh, technology might be a little awkward for him at first: it's the early 1990's where he comes from, so texting is in its wee early days, and he sure as heck didn't have a cell phone to practice SMSing on back home. Expect him to either shuck texting all together (because what the hell, he's not scared to talk on the stupid phone like a normal person) or take forever to send them out until he gets used to it. He's not gonna get any pop culture references succeeding his time, either, so have fun watching them go soaring right over his head if they come up.

Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer.
Starter: Swablu.
Password: Scrambled eggs!

Samples
First Person Sample:

––hands off, lady!

[Oh, my, what's going on over here? It's difficult to say: there isn't any video accompanying the cacophony of clattering, scraping and loud voices coming from this end of the network, but it's easy to ascertain that whomever owns or is currently holding the PokéGear from which this audio feed is broadcasting is extremely agitated, and most likely unaware that he's being recorded. Following the initial outburst of whomever it is whose voice was picked up, however, the audio becomes bizarrely muddled, picking up only snatches of the young man's voice amidst lots of awful, static, “fuzzy” noise; it's unclear what exactly the source of the disruption is, but anyone out there not cringing really ought to consider giving themselves a hearty pat on the back for having such a high tolerance for pain.]

––orking with Se––ere's Kuwa––

––eed you to calm down––

[Aha! Could that be the “lady” whom this guy had been addressing ever-so-politely? It certainly seems to be the case. Those listening may or may not recognize this firm, authoritative, and intensely exasperated voice as one belonging to Officer Jenny – or rather, one of the Officer Jennys. It's obviously impossible to know which one it was that found herself saddled with the task of reigning this guy in, but either way, she certainly does seem to have her hands full. This would-be tête-à-tête between the officer and the person with the 'Gear goes on for a few more minutes before it abruptly ends, seconds later being replaced by beautiful, clear, undistorted audio. One can vaguely hear Officer Jenny calling out in the backround - “Hey, come back here!” - but she sounds rather far away now, most likely indicating that the young man decided to take his leave right then and there. Nice.

Without missing a beat, the young man calls back to her, his voice projecting clearly now without the added fuzzy disturbance:]

Okay, Officer Friendly, you've made your point! Now shove off so I can get to being a good citizen already.

[What a charmer! There's a bit of inaudible muttering and some muffled noises, like someone moving their fingers over the microphone, and then, finally, his voice comes through again, sounding taken aback rather than angry this time:] ... wait a second, is this thing o––

[KSSHT–– oops. Not anymore, it isn't! Looks like Someone isn't very familiar with the PokéGear.

Never fear, however! The fun isn't nearly over yet, for it is only a few minutes later that the feed clicks on again, this time with the camera turned on so that those watching may look upon the beautiful visage of the person responsible for nearly ruining everyone's hearing. It doesn't do so right away, however: in fact, it first focuses on the peaceful, idyllic shores of New Bark Town before whirling around in a dizzying dervish to settle rather unsteadily on the disgruntled face of a suspicious-looking teenager with brown eyes and a messy black pompadour, who stands with his shoulders hunched and his back facing what some might recognize as the center of the town, where crowds of rather confused-looking people can be seen milling in and out of the shot, some with their own PokéGears open. The young man is shivering; while you can't quite tell what it is exactly that he's wearing at this angle, the fabric of his shirt looks thin enough to suggest that he's come from a season much warmer than the one he's arrived in. His face is flushed, too, and his nose is running. From somewhere nearby, one can hear the gentle sound of wings flapping – his Pokemon partner, perhaps?

At first, the young man doesn't say anything, merely grimacing into the camera. Then, finally, he opens his mouth, and thus begins the Obligatory “Where-Am-I-and-What-Is-This” speech, this one delivered through gritted teeth:] Okay–– [And then, he begins SHOUTING.] I dunno who the hell is watching this, but if it's you, Sensui, I'm gettin' REAL TIRED of your crap! You think you can just kidnap Kuwabara, drag me out to your stupid hide-out, then knock me out and dump me in some other dimension with a stupid bird and some crazy lady who thinks she's my mom!? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE PLAYING AT!?

[Ouch. Hope none of you out there were chilling in a library or something when you tuned into the video portion of this broadcast, because it looks like he hasn't calmed down any since his run-in with Officer Jenny. It's kinda hard to take him seriously, though: not only is he visibly feeling the effects of the cold - runny nose, rosy cheeks, shivering all over - it looks like his Pokemon partner, Swablu, has already acquainted itself with him, and is now pushing itself insistently into the frame. 'sup, adorable cloudbird? Too bad your trainer doesn't seem to find you as cute as perhaps most everyone watching does: upon noticing the intrusion, the boy makes an irritated noise and swings his arm at the Swablu to shoo it away, at the same time revealing to everyone watching that he is, indeed, dressed poorly for the weather. Yikes. Here's hoping Mom remembered to pack him something warm to wear over that t-shirt!

Cloudbird successfully shooed for the moment, the boy turns his attention back to the PokéGear and jabs an index finger into the screen, a certain undertone of menace seeping into his voice.]

You listen to me, freakshow: I might be stranded out here in the middle of freakin' nowhere, but when I figure out how to bust out of here, you'd better start preparing for cremation! [He leans in closer to the screen.] You got it!?

[Despite the intensity of his tirade and the near-deafening volume at which he's chosen to deliver it, the young man seems a bit troubled, lacking in conviction; it's not an empty threat, not necessarily, but those perceptive enough could get the impression that there's a certain foible in this plan to go after this Sensui guy, something that isn't just “I-woke-up-in-a-weird-lady's-house-and-what-is-going-on”. However, before anyone can interject and call him on it (or just tell him to quiet down, for fuck's sake), he goes on.] Everyone else, start talking. I don't care how many asses I gotta kick or how many directions I gotta kick 'em in to get out of here, so if you're thinking I'm just gonna sit around with my thumb up my ass while some psycho tries to take over the world, you've got another thing coming!

[At that point, the boy's performance is once again disrupted as the Swablu makes its triumphant return, squeezing itself cheek-to-cheek with his trainer and, seeming cheerfully oblivious to the rather murderous look its trainer is needling it with (or perhaps simply ignoring it), chirruping and trilling at the screen. HELLO, MY ADORING PUBLIC––]

Dammit, GET LOST!

[None too gently, the boy snatches the Swablu out of mid-air, and as the two are struggling, the PokéGear tumbles out of his hands and lands on the ground with an awful CRUNCH, thereby abruptly ending the feed. Oops. Way to make a first impression, you guys!]