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Terry is known for his bitter, spiky personality. His attitude toward his fellow human beings is one formed of the arrogant opinion that they're collectively stupid to unbearable levels, something that very few people that visit him have ever had much chance at dispelling, given that they do usually need a rather violent proof that their outlook on life is a bit rosy. He's managed not to insult anyone to their faces yet, at least, but ultimately, he'd rather be left alone. That being said, he's not without friends, but he is quite a handful to deal with, even to those he cares about.

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• Tod (Sudowoodo)
• Zerstörung (Golem)

Terry has a begrudging respect for Jagdish Tsukinaka and the other gymleaders, but he can't be called an enthused supporter. He's certainly loyal, but it's a loyalty born less out of some fundamental belief in the goodness of it all, and more out of his decision that they're simply… less stupid people than average. The fact they could replace him in a heartbeat certainly helps - but while he's certainly intimidated by Jagdish and his ilk when they're exhibiting frightening behaviour, it's nothing that tends to weigh on him. He avoids dealing with Jagdish personally if at all possible, though, since as far as he's concerned, he always exhibits 'frightening behaviour'.

Collected from Arsaga:

The very first knock is answered by the door getting torn open - Marcus' hand raised to continue its assault on the door, but instead batting somewhat uselessly at the air infront of Terry Kiran. Only the sound of dripping water slowly trickling down the sides of the chasm and soaking into the moist earth can be heard for long moments… as though Terry were silently demanding what amateurs are doing in his gym, standing in the doorway with his legs spread slightly, a soft orange glow coming from somewhere in his home, outlining his shape. He's shorter than average, and fairly average in build, it seems, though his expression reveals a confidence that runs deep. A slow blink, finally breaking the silence, cutting right across Devi who was about to ask for a gym battle. “You're here to fight me.” It's a statement, perhaps with a touch of scorn.

Terry's gaze drifts across those present, still standing in the doorway, gaze coming to rest on Nikki as though asking some unspoken question, then shrugging, his fingers sliding from the doorframe. “I'm rather busy right now, so in parallel will have to do,” he says, casually. “You,” he points to Devi. “One pokémon. And you,” he points to Nikki. “Also one pokémon. And you, sir,” he points at Marcus, evidently resisting the urge to poke at his chest in the process. “One pokémon. Against three of mine. Items are allowed, any and all types… blah, blah, blah.” A slight eyeroll, the twitch of his nose, and he looks back at Nikki, arching a slight brow, then shaking his head and glancing nowhere in particular. “Those are my rules.”