Aiden Pershell
Jan 20, 2020 5:31:32 GMT -8
Post by therevil on Jan 20, 2020 5:31:32 GMT -8
Trainer Profile
Character Name: Aiden Pershell
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Trainer Class: Pokemon Trainer
{Appearance}Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 158lbs
Hair Color & Style: Aiden likes to keep his dirty blonde hair rather short in the interest of not having to deal with it. He keeps it not quite at a buzz but not exactly long enough to be much of anything else. From a distance it looks more like a tan cloth thrown over his head than actual hair. He has played around with the thought of growing it out some but his friends all agree it would look stupid so he keeps it nice and short, even going out of his way to get it cut regularly.
Eyes: Aiden's eyes seem to give off an air of indifference, their dull shades of hazel practically melding in with the rest of his face. This isn't to say they are without emotion, though. With splashes of a pale green extending from the pupils one can almost see the color extending when exposed to more passionate displays of emotion, though these are now more rare occurances. He swears there's nothing special about his eyes but his mom always makes a point of bringing up some stupid symbolism every time she looks into them.
Clothing/Accessories: Aiden doesn't really like to stand out with his clothes. His day to day outfit consists of zip-up hoodies, t-shirts (usually of the bands he enjoys), shorts, jeans, skateboard shoes, anything that fits into this aesthetic. His parents, being the former hippies they are, have always hounded him over dressing a little more colorfully and really expressing who he is inside. Aiden, having never conformed to this mentality, always deflects this with a simple 'But I am'. Aside from this, he always has a watch on his wrist and an old ornament that his best friend, Lucas, gave him that he turned into a necklace. It's a little hexagonal prism that comes to a point on either end, crystal-like in appearance, and a dull green in color. He's pretty sure Lucas purchased it in a gift shop to a cave attraction but it still has sentimental value to him despite this.
General Appearance: Not the biggest of boys, Aiden has more of a runner's body. This is most likely due to the fact that he is, in fact, a runner. Running track in high school has kept his body in decent shape, even if he was never really the fastest in any event. His lack of facial hair or pronounced chin or chiseled jaw line has made him less than average in the looks department, but not so much so to make him unsightly. He may have a stupid thin face but he knows it could always be a lot worse.
Weight: 158lbs
Hair Color & Style: Aiden likes to keep his dirty blonde hair rather short in the interest of not having to deal with it. He keeps it not quite at a buzz but not exactly long enough to be much of anything else. From a distance it looks more like a tan cloth thrown over his head than actual hair. He has played around with the thought of growing it out some but his friends all agree it would look stupid so he keeps it nice and short, even going out of his way to get it cut regularly.
Eyes: Aiden's eyes seem to give off an air of indifference, their dull shades of hazel practically melding in with the rest of his face. This isn't to say they are without emotion, though. With splashes of a pale green extending from the pupils one can almost see the color extending when exposed to more passionate displays of emotion, though these are now more rare occurances. He swears there's nothing special about his eyes but his mom always makes a point of bringing up some stupid symbolism every time she looks into them.
Clothing/Accessories: Aiden doesn't really like to stand out with his clothes. His day to day outfit consists of zip-up hoodies, t-shirts (usually of the bands he enjoys), shorts, jeans, skateboard shoes, anything that fits into this aesthetic. His parents, being the former hippies they are, have always hounded him over dressing a little more colorfully and really expressing who he is inside. Aiden, having never conformed to this mentality, always deflects this with a simple 'But I am'. Aside from this, he always has a watch on his wrist and an old ornament that his best friend, Lucas, gave him that he turned into a necklace. It's a little hexagonal prism that comes to a point on either end, crystal-like in appearance, and a dull green in color. He's pretty sure Lucas purchased it in a gift shop to a cave attraction but it still has sentimental value to him despite this.
General Appearance: Not the biggest of boys, Aiden has more of a runner's body. This is most likely due to the fact that he is, in fact, a runner. Running track in high school has kept his body in decent shape, even if he was never really the fastest in any event. His lack of facial hair or pronounced chin or chiseled jaw line has made him less than average in the looks department, but not so much so to make him unsightly. He may have a stupid thin face but he knows it could always be a lot worse.
{Personal Information}Hometown: Glosterrice Town, South Godai
Personality: Aiden is a very passive boy, rarely stepping out of line let alone into the spotlight. He doesn't like to stand out much, finding it much easier to make friends if you just adapt yourself to their personality and interests. It feels normal to him, natural. Despite this, or maybe because of this, he never considered himself an introvert. He has friends, plenty of them, and he's always looking to go out and do something with them. He's just rarely ever the one to choose what to do, and when he is he goes with someone else's idea. It's just too much work and pressure to be the one to bear such a burden, at least that's what he tells himself. It avoids conflict, which is exactly what he's always strived to achieve. Aiden is extremely non-confrontational. He's seen people, usually his friends, get into plenty of arguments and fights but he's always been the one to back away from these encounters, sometimes even going so far as to disappear entirely when something starts. More than once, though, he's been dragged into some argument and was forced to throw in his two cents. His best answer was 'I don't know, maybe just stop fighting?' Needless to say, it was ineffective. He's even been thrown between two kids that got into a fist fight, branded with the task of breaking it up. He went home with a black eye that day.
Due to his passive nature he's seen as a bit of a sideline lover, if you could call him that. He's always cared deeply about his friends, putting their needs before his own whenever necessary. It's always 'what he would want' or 'we should do what she wants to do' or 'it's ok I'll take the fall for this one'. While most of his closer friends never took advantage of that mindset the rest of middle and high school was not quite so forgiving. Some kids are cruel, and like to pretend to be your friend to get what they want. Having so many friends, it's no surprise Aiden had dealt with so many of these, feeding his insecurities and passivity. Many of his actual friends have thought that he was blind to this but he's not without a history of selective moments of anger. Cruelty has never sat well with Aiden, most likely a result from his parents' many lectures, and on the few occasions he's told someone 'no' it's come close to getting ugly. He's highly against doing anything illegal, especially against someone who doesn't deserve it. He was told once to steal from a little mom and pop store, only to distance himself from the friend for quite a while.
Inversely, it's not hard to get Aiden to smile. While it's true his immediate interests directly mirror those around him he still has to do something when he's on his own. As it turns out, he's actually a big fan of music and if you get him going on the topic he could talk your ear off for hours. He would someday like to write his own music, maybe learn to play an instrument or two, but he's never entertained the thought long enough to consider it a possibility. Not to mention performance is a big aspect of music and that's far outside his comfort zone. For now he's more than content with just enjoying what already exists. Aiden also has a small interest in the culinary arts, maybe out of the interest of being able to feed himself properly in the future but still an interest regardless. He's yet to make any moves on learning, though.
When it came to school it didn't help that Aiden was never considered one of the smarter kids among his friends. He had smart friends, he had some really smart friends, but Aiden himself was never really more than a C average student. Past book smarts he tended to lack in the common sense department, too. He doesn't know how to survive in the woods, he doesn't know how to eat at a fancy restaurant, he's never really traveled before, he doesn't even really know how pokemon battles work from a trainer's perspective. Regardless, what he did have was patience and persistence and he knows that's something that will make him a fantastic pokemon trainer in the future.
It should be rather obvious at this point but Aiden is not a very energetic boy. Though it juxtaposes well with Finn's innate surplus of spastic joy, on its own it can be kind of off-putting and almost awkward. Aiden isn't very good at starting conversations. It's not that he can't, he just doesn't most of the time. It clashes with his desire to be liked by everyone that knows him and it's a hurdle he constantly has to jump over, though more often than not he is successful. He's actually quite good in conversation, able to keep it going so long as you're the one to pick the starting topic. He doesn't quite like to offend people, it hurts his chances of making friends, so he prefers to let them be the first to talk as to lower his chances of saying something really dumb.
History: A few decades a go, in the heart of Sharsaber, two young, attractive, impressionable, and high college students were hooking up for the first time. Allen Pershell and Catherine Timshell were madly in love, influenced not only by the drugs given to them by their friend at a party but by the culture Sharsaber radiated. Bright colors, beautiful art, friends around every corner, sex, drugs, and rock & roll determined just about every aspect of their lives. They were caught up entirely in the sensation of being young and alive, and that night they would cement these feelings into something a little more tangible. It was only 2 years until they would be wed and another 13 years until Aiden would be born.
In the heat of passion Allen and Cate lived their lives for nothing but each other. If Sharsaber taught them anything it was that peace and love was the one thing that would make their love last, and Lord did they want it to last. Their plan was to graduate and live as an "Artistic Power Couple" until they had a child and raised them in the same climate they grew up in, a sentiment most parents share about their children. Unfortunately, they only got as far as graduating until FireBird came in and shook everything onto its head. It took a few years before they finally gave up on their dreams, given that FireBird didn't change the culture of the now renamed Glosterrice Town overnight. They saw the direction this company was was taking the town in and knew if they didn't do something soon they'd be left in the past with everyone else. It took some time to let go of their initial desires and their younger years but once Allen went out and got a job working for FireBird behind Kate's back and more than one fight they finally agreed that things needed to change. Cate would be damned if she was going to allow her child to grow up in a place that killed only things that mattered in her life but Allen knew moving wasn't going to change anything.
They spent over a decade watching Glosterrice Town morph into a young version of what it is today. Allen continued to work for FireBird, bringing in at least some income for the two of them to eventually raise a child. Cate refused to work for them, though. Always the passionate one, she found other methods to bring some extra money to the household. Allen was the first to realize Glosterrice was never going to turn back into the Sharsaber they cherished all those years ago and eventually convinced Cate that they should cut their losses and have a kid before they were too old. Not the best idea on their part but it probably could have turned out worse.
Ten months later Aiden was born. A large portion of his home life as a young child was occupied by listening to his parents lament the days they used to love and them trying to fill his head with what they thought were the Correct Thoughts of love, peace, individuality, and equality. He would eventually see these ideas with indifference during his rebellious teenage years.
In elementary school Aiden had a best friend, Lucas. Of course, they both shared an entire friend group, but these two were practically inseparable. When in the company of this friend group, or even just with Lucas, Aiden could be found riding his bike around town, playing video games, sneaking out to play manhunt after dark, or hanging out down by the water. The latter most option was their favorite. Skipping rocks into the bay, talking about why they hated homework, their desires to be pokemon trainers, playing little games. This lasted well into middle school, at which point they even started to have bonfires on warmer nights. Come 7th grade, the group was one member smaller. Lucas had moved away. His parents wanted to be closer to their aging parents and they all packed up and ran off to Cascadia. Aiden's social life took a turn after that. Not a turn for the worse, he didn't lose friends, but he wasn't quite the same. He actually started making new friends, probably trying to fill the void of not having Lucas around (not that he knew it). In a way, he kinda turned into everyone's friend yet no ones best friend. He was that kid everyone knew and no one really hated. He became somewhat of a yes-man, going along with anything he was invited to do simply for the opportunity to be around some friends. Come high school, he was almost a completely different person.
Much to his parents' dismay, Aiden seemed to be much less interested in being his own man and more in being who his friends wanted him to be. They would confront him about it every now and then, mostly for the fact that he wasn't as bright and colorful as they were at his age, but he would deflect it constantly with different variations of "but this is what I want". He believed it, too, that this was normal. Everyday at school his friends would talk about what they would do that afternoon and he would just go along with it, never putting in his own ideas because he was always fine doing whatever they wanted. They were down by the water again, like usual, when Aiden found a buizel.
The sky was just starting to turn to a bright shade of orange as the sun was lowering. They decided now was a good time to look for firewood while they still had at least a little sunlight. They all scattered, branching off into separate directions. Aiden was searching in some tall grass beneath a big tree some distance away trying to find maybe some old fallen branches or sticks. He knew they'd picked this place clean already by now but it was worth a look anyway. There was a big hole at the base of the tree that he decided was the perfect place to stick his naked hand. Maybe his friends hadn't checked here before? The only thing he found in the whole though was a handful of fur and a low growl to which he responded by yanking his hand back out of the hole in fear. The growling stopped so he calmed himself and gave in to curiosity. He slowly stuck his hand back into the hole and the growling came back and he drew his hand back into the light to stop the noise. He dropped his head down to look inside the hole. A buizel laid inside, curled up with one eye on Aiden. He could hear his name being called and had to pull himself away from the tree.
He went back to the tree a few more times after that day, checking it every time to see if it was still there. Sure enough, there it was, hiding away inside the tree by the water. It never did want to come out, not until he brought a bit of food over with him. The buizel started warming up to Aiden over the next few weeks. The boy even went down to the water alone sometimes just to check on it when his friends weren't hanging out there. Of course he never brought up the suggestion of a bonfire when his friends wanted to do something else, he felt it easier than coming up with some excuse to go down to the water or, god forbid, telling them about his new friend. He knew they wouldn't get it, maybe even tease him over it. He didn't want to lose his friends over something so trivial, it was better to play it safe. At least for now.
His friends caught him with the buizel rather quickly. They were all 15 or 16 now, the latter true for Aiden, and nothing had changed at all. Well, not nothing. The buizel, which Aiden had affectionately named Finn, had no problem spending time with him. In fact, the little guy was a lot more energetic now. He would get excited anytime he saw Aiden coming over and would run out into the grass to greet him. He would jump all over Aiden and devour whatever food was brought that time and get sad when they parted. Aiden's friends noticed him sneaking off every now and then and finally decided to follow him and see what was up. In hindsight, he's surprised he had kept it a secret for that long. When they found Aiden playing in the tall grass with a random buizel it was to his irrational surprise that they didn't start laughing. In fact, for the first time in what felt like forever, the topic of conversation had moved to him in a positive light. He told them everything and by the end of the night the general consensus was that Aiden should be a pokemon trainer. It felt good to talk about himself like this for once and it made him take stock of what he wanted to do rather than what his friends wanted to do. Maybe getting away from home for a little bit would be a good idea.
That night he brought Finn back home to ask his parents about being a pokemon trainer. He expected them to go along with it since they'd always been so encouraging of him to pursue his dreams. To his surprise they immediately declined, telling him his path didn't involve playing "The Man's Game" and something about conformity being a gateway to obedience and then went on a tangent about indentured servitude and animal abuse. Something along those lines, he wasn't really listening. He asked if they could keep the buizel as a pet and his mother told him the poor thing belonged out in the wild and that's where it was going to stay. They had him put Finn back where he found him and go to bed, to which he somberly agreed.
He tried to sleep on what they had told him that night but for once he wasn't going to let someone else decide what he was going to do with his life. Maybe it was what his friends had told him earlier that day, maybe puberty was finally kicking in and the rebellious nature was coming out, maybe he was just finally following a dream he didn't even know he had. He still couldn't decide which it was by the time he had reached the pokemart. Bag packed with the essentials, life savings collected, he bought a few things (including several pokeballs) and made his way to the tree he had visited so many times before. Finn was wandering around the tree where he'd been left, running up to Aiden upon sight of the boy. Aiden crouched down, talking to the buizel. He showed Finn the pokeball, explaining that he was going to be leaving for a while and wanted to bring him along. Finn immediately submitted himself to capture, to which Aiden responded by using the pokeball. From there he started making his way to the docks, hoping he had enough change in his pocket for a ferry to Amadour.
Personality: Aiden is a very passive boy, rarely stepping out of line let alone into the spotlight. He doesn't like to stand out much, finding it much easier to make friends if you just adapt yourself to their personality and interests. It feels normal to him, natural. Despite this, or maybe because of this, he never considered himself an introvert. He has friends, plenty of them, and he's always looking to go out and do something with them. He's just rarely ever the one to choose what to do, and when he is he goes with someone else's idea. It's just too much work and pressure to be the one to bear such a burden, at least that's what he tells himself. It avoids conflict, which is exactly what he's always strived to achieve. Aiden is extremely non-confrontational. He's seen people, usually his friends, get into plenty of arguments and fights but he's always been the one to back away from these encounters, sometimes even going so far as to disappear entirely when something starts. More than once, though, he's been dragged into some argument and was forced to throw in his two cents. His best answer was 'I don't know, maybe just stop fighting?' Needless to say, it was ineffective. He's even been thrown between two kids that got into a fist fight, branded with the task of breaking it up. He went home with a black eye that day.
Due to his passive nature he's seen as a bit of a sideline lover, if you could call him that. He's always cared deeply about his friends, putting their needs before his own whenever necessary. It's always 'what he would want' or 'we should do what she wants to do' or 'it's ok I'll take the fall for this one'. While most of his closer friends never took advantage of that mindset the rest of middle and high school was not quite so forgiving. Some kids are cruel, and like to pretend to be your friend to get what they want. Having so many friends, it's no surprise Aiden had dealt with so many of these, feeding his insecurities and passivity. Many of his actual friends have thought that he was blind to this but he's not without a history of selective moments of anger. Cruelty has never sat well with Aiden, most likely a result from his parents' many lectures, and on the few occasions he's told someone 'no' it's come close to getting ugly. He's highly against doing anything illegal, especially against someone who doesn't deserve it. He was told once to steal from a little mom and pop store, only to distance himself from the friend for quite a while.
Inversely, it's not hard to get Aiden to smile. While it's true his immediate interests directly mirror those around him he still has to do something when he's on his own. As it turns out, he's actually a big fan of music and if you get him going on the topic he could talk your ear off for hours. He would someday like to write his own music, maybe learn to play an instrument or two, but he's never entertained the thought long enough to consider it a possibility. Not to mention performance is a big aspect of music and that's far outside his comfort zone. For now he's more than content with just enjoying what already exists. Aiden also has a small interest in the culinary arts, maybe out of the interest of being able to feed himself properly in the future but still an interest regardless. He's yet to make any moves on learning, though.
When it came to school it didn't help that Aiden was never considered one of the smarter kids among his friends. He had smart friends, he had some really smart friends, but Aiden himself was never really more than a C average student. Past book smarts he tended to lack in the common sense department, too. He doesn't know how to survive in the woods, he doesn't know how to eat at a fancy restaurant, he's never really traveled before, he doesn't even really know how pokemon battles work from a trainer's perspective. Regardless, what he did have was patience and persistence and he knows that's something that will make him a fantastic pokemon trainer in the future.
It should be rather obvious at this point but Aiden is not a very energetic boy. Though it juxtaposes well with Finn's innate surplus of spastic joy, on its own it can be kind of off-putting and almost awkward. Aiden isn't very good at starting conversations. It's not that he can't, he just doesn't most of the time. It clashes with his desire to be liked by everyone that knows him and it's a hurdle he constantly has to jump over, though more often than not he is successful. He's actually quite good in conversation, able to keep it going so long as you're the one to pick the starting topic. He doesn't quite like to offend people, it hurts his chances of making friends, so he prefers to let them be the first to talk as to lower his chances of saying something really dumb.
History: A few decades a go, in the heart of Sharsaber, two young, attractive, impressionable, and high college students were hooking up for the first time. Allen Pershell and Catherine Timshell were madly in love, influenced not only by the drugs given to them by their friend at a party but by the culture Sharsaber radiated. Bright colors, beautiful art, friends around every corner, sex, drugs, and rock & roll determined just about every aspect of their lives. They were caught up entirely in the sensation of being young and alive, and that night they would cement these feelings into something a little more tangible. It was only 2 years until they would be wed and another 13 years until Aiden would be born.
In the heat of passion Allen and Cate lived their lives for nothing but each other. If Sharsaber taught them anything it was that peace and love was the one thing that would make their love last, and Lord did they want it to last. Their plan was to graduate and live as an "Artistic Power Couple" until they had a child and raised them in the same climate they grew up in, a sentiment most parents share about their children. Unfortunately, they only got as far as graduating until FireBird came in and shook everything onto its head. It took a few years before they finally gave up on their dreams, given that FireBird didn't change the culture of the now renamed Glosterrice Town overnight. They saw the direction this company was was taking the town in and knew if they didn't do something soon they'd be left in the past with everyone else. It took some time to let go of their initial desires and their younger years but once Allen went out and got a job working for FireBird behind Kate's back and more than one fight they finally agreed that things needed to change. Cate would be damned if she was going to allow her child to grow up in a place that killed only things that mattered in her life but Allen knew moving wasn't going to change anything.
They spent over a decade watching Glosterrice Town morph into a young version of what it is today. Allen continued to work for FireBird, bringing in at least some income for the two of them to eventually raise a child. Cate refused to work for them, though. Always the passionate one, she found other methods to bring some extra money to the household. Allen was the first to realize Glosterrice was never going to turn back into the Sharsaber they cherished all those years ago and eventually convinced Cate that they should cut their losses and have a kid before they were too old. Not the best idea on their part but it probably could have turned out worse.
Ten months later Aiden was born. A large portion of his home life as a young child was occupied by listening to his parents lament the days they used to love and them trying to fill his head with what they thought were the Correct Thoughts of love, peace, individuality, and equality. He would eventually see these ideas with indifference during his rebellious teenage years.
In elementary school Aiden had a best friend, Lucas. Of course, they both shared an entire friend group, but these two were practically inseparable. When in the company of this friend group, or even just with Lucas, Aiden could be found riding his bike around town, playing video games, sneaking out to play manhunt after dark, or hanging out down by the water. The latter most option was their favorite. Skipping rocks into the bay, talking about why they hated homework, their desires to be pokemon trainers, playing little games. This lasted well into middle school, at which point they even started to have bonfires on warmer nights. Come 7th grade, the group was one member smaller. Lucas had moved away. His parents wanted to be closer to their aging parents and they all packed up and ran off to Cascadia. Aiden's social life took a turn after that. Not a turn for the worse, he didn't lose friends, but he wasn't quite the same. He actually started making new friends, probably trying to fill the void of not having Lucas around (not that he knew it). In a way, he kinda turned into everyone's friend yet no ones best friend. He was that kid everyone knew and no one really hated. He became somewhat of a yes-man, going along with anything he was invited to do simply for the opportunity to be around some friends. Come high school, he was almost a completely different person.
Much to his parents' dismay, Aiden seemed to be much less interested in being his own man and more in being who his friends wanted him to be. They would confront him about it every now and then, mostly for the fact that he wasn't as bright and colorful as they were at his age, but he would deflect it constantly with different variations of "but this is what I want". He believed it, too, that this was normal. Everyday at school his friends would talk about what they would do that afternoon and he would just go along with it, never putting in his own ideas because he was always fine doing whatever they wanted. They were down by the water again, like usual, when Aiden found a buizel.
The sky was just starting to turn to a bright shade of orange as the sun was lowering. They decided now was a good time to look for firewood while they still had at least a little sunlight. They all scattered, branching off into separate directions. Aiden was searching in some tall grass beneath a big tree some distance away trying to find maybe some old fallen branches or sticks. He knew they'd picked this place clean already by now but it was worth a look anyway. There was a big hole at the base of the tree that he decided was the perfect place to stick his naked hand. Maybe his friends hadn't checked here before? The only thing he found in the whole though was a handful of fur and a low growl to which he responded by yanking his hand back out of the hole in fear. The growling stopped so he calmed himself and gave in to curiosity. He slowly stuck his hand back into the hole and the growling came back and he drew his hand back into the light to stop the noise. He dropped his head down to look inside the hole. A buizel laid inside, curled up with one eye on Aiden. He could hear his name being called and had to pull himself away from the tree.
He went back to the tree a few more times after that day, checking it every time to see if it was still there. Sure enough, there it was, hiding away inside the tree by the water. It never did want to come out, not until he brought a bit of food over with him. The buizel started warming up to Aiden over the next few weeks. The boy even went down to the water alone sometimes just to check on it when his friends weren't hanging out there. Of course he never brought up the suggestion of a bonfire when his friends wanted to do something else, he felt it easier than coming up with some excuse to go down to the water or, god forbid, telling them about his new friend. He knew they wouldn't get it, maybe even tease him over it. He didn't want to lose his friends over something so trivial, it was better to play it safe. At least for now.
His friends caught him with the buizel rather quickly. They were all 15 or 16 now, the latter true for Aiden, and nothing had changed at all. Well, not nothing. The buizel, which Aiden had affectionately named Finn, had no problem spending time with him. In fact, the little guy was a lot more energetic now. He would get excited anytime he saw Aiden coming over and would run out into the grass to greet him. He would jump all over Aiden and devour whatever food was brought that time and get sad when they parted. Aiden's friends noticed him sneaking off every now and then and finally decided to follow him and see what was up. In hindsight, he's surprised he had kept it a secret for that long. When they found Aiden playing in the tall grass with a random buizel it was to his irrational surprise that they didn't start laughing. In fact, for the first time in what felt like forever, the topic of conversation had moved to him in a positive light. He told them everything and by the end of the night the general consensus was that Aiden should be a pokemon trainer. It felt good to talk about himself like this for once and it made him take stock of what he wanted to do rather than what his friends wanted to do. Maybe getting away from home for a little bit would be a good idea.
That night he brought Finn back home to ask his parents about being a pokemon trainer. He expected them to go along with it since they'd always been so encouraging of him to pursue his dreams. To his surprise they immediately declined, telling him his path didn't involve playing "The Man's Game" and something about conformity being a gateway to obedience and then went on a tangent about indentured servitude and animal abuse. Something along those lines, he wasn't really listening. He asked if they could keep the buizel as a pet and his mother told him the poor thing belonged out in the wild and that's where it was going to stay. They had him put Finn back where he found him and go to bed, to which he somberly agreed.
He tried to sleep on what they had told him that night but for once he wasn't going to let someone else decide what he was going to do with his life. Maybe it was what his friends had told him earlier that day, maybe puberty was finally kicking in and the rebellious nature was coming out, maybe he was just finally following a dream he didn't even know he had. He still couldn't decide which it was by the time he had reached the pokemart. Bag packed with the essentials, life savings collected, he bought a few things (including several pokeballs) and made his way to the tree he had visited so many times before. Finn was wandering around the tree where he'd been left, running up to Aiden upon sight of the boy. Aiden crouched down, talking to the buizel. He showed Finn the pokeball, explaining that he was going to be leaving for a while and wanted to bring him along. Finn immediately submitted himself to capture, to which Aiden responded by using the pokeball. From there he started making his way to the docks, hoping he had enough change in his pocket for a ferry to Amadour.
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Total EXP Gained: 0
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 Buizel Caught at Level 5 Nickname: Finn Gender: Male Type: Water Ability: Swift Swim Height: 2' 5" Weight: 63 lbs Health: Low EXP Rate: Medium Fast EXP Gauge: (7/9) EXP Gained: 0 Level: 5 Division: D8 Total Stats: 55
Vitamins Used: None | Moveset: 1. Sonic Boom 4. Growl Unique Moves: - - - - Item: |
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