For Trent school was a home away from home. He was alright his first couple of years but when he started acting out his grades dropped. He did it in rebellion and his teachers kind of knew.

Parent teacher conferences always reveal a lot about home life. It turned into a big blow out his fifth grade year. The teacher blamed the parents and the parents the teacher. In the end he was the one who suffered. That was when his parents began reprimanding him with heavy hands. 

His grades rose after that. He kept them there afraid of his parents. Trying to be recognized as a good son.

Friends was a foreign word to him. Sure he played with other kids when he was young but as he grew he became distant with them.

He only ever talked to others when he was in school. Any other time he was alone in the house doing his best to entertain himself and stay out of the way. His thoughts wander and became his own with no voice to them just sound effects.

In sixth grade on of the maids sons started playing soccer. She convinced him to join as well and give him an activity to do. It wasn't a terrible experience.

He was good on defense and passing though his aim was off otherwise. The maid took him to practices and games with her son. His parents never came though and his interest in it slowly died out. He skipped the next two grades and went straight to high school quitting soccer in the process.

High school was pretty normal for him. He wasn't bullied by others despite being smart and skipping grades. Some admired him for it but didn't really talk to him. He wasn't the most friendly person. A few people would talk to him politely and his only real interactions were during group projects.

He had given up on being loved by his family. It showed into the way he presented himself. He was a bit cold and distant with others. While he was never outright rude he could be sarcastic at times.

It was eventually brought up about their careers. Trent knew he didn't want to be in the family business anymore. So what could he strive for? It was a question that plagued him.

He went to prom without a date. In fact, he never had even had one. He was alone and watching others smile. This is how his whole life would be he just knew it.

That night he decided to hang with the wrong crowd. The ones gathered behind the school with booze. It was how he had learned he was at least bisexual. Kissing a gay man in a drunken stupor. Hearing whistles of approval and gags of disgust. It didn't bother him though.

He managed to get home thanks to one of the maids. She had been chaperoning with her sister. She made it very clear she disapproved of him being drunk but she had no place to punish him. It didn't matter to him though even if his parents punished him for it he had already graduated. He'd seen his old man get drunk for less.

This was it the beginning of the rest of his life. He had to go to college and get a job. He didn't even know what he wanted to be. Was there a job where one just sat in a room doing nothing but staring at a wall. He was no good with people. Pokemon though...they didn't bother him. 

He would just deal with Pokemon. Which meant what? Being a doctor to them? Maybe, he still didn't really know. It was a start though.

Pokemon, as a kid Trent loved them. The Adventures of Dratini and Friends, Eevee Rangers, and Aipom the Explorer. Children's shows were his introduction to Pokemon.

They didn't keep any to help with the orchard. His old man felt they would eat more than they would help. So he pretty much forbade them from the farm. If wild Pokemon wandered in he would scare them off with a gun and even sometimes shoot them.

Trent remembered one night he heard a bang then two more. He ran to his window then downstairs to another window looking out into the orchard. There was his father standing over a dead ursaring and her cub. There was another shot.

He remembers going back to his room and crying for the dead cub. There had been one on Aipom the Explorer and he couldn't help but compare the two. He was only six at the time so he didn't really know better.

The next day he heard his father and the workers talking and saw them digging a hole. He knew what it was for and turned away. It was just another reason to fear his father.

His first real experience with a Pokemon didn't come till much later. He had wanted a vulpix for his birthday and begged his parents for one. Instead, his brothers cruelly got him a duskull. He had never been more afraid than at that moment.

A box wrapped in paper and filled with holes. It moved and his eyes lit up knowing what it was. He tore open the box in eagerness only to see a white skull looking back. He screamed and ran tears in his eyes and his families laughter burning in his ears.

He hated it and them. Once he calmed a bit the duskull approached him. He wasn't as scared of it anymore but refused to have anything to do with it despite its apologies. She was named Spook not long after. A name picked out by his sister who constantly teased him about screaming like a girl.

Spook would be the only Pokemon allowed on the farm. As a ghost type his father felt no obligation to feed it since it was technically already dead. However, once it started proving itself as a guard Pokemon that changed. He accepted it wholeheartedly and didn't mind giving it berries for protecting the orchard at night.

Occasionally his brothers would out it up to scaring him. Like all things he eventually grew numb to it and they stopped. He suppose he should thank the duskull since it helped rid him of being fearful. Not even the scariest horror movies faze him anymore.

He didn't come into contact with other Pokemon til he reached college. A few people had their own Pokemon but his contact was with the corpses donated for science.

It was during this time he developed his understanding of Pokemon physically. They were superior to humans. They could breath fire and destroy forests. If an angry charizard were to swoop in on a town how many would die? 

He is inferior to them. All humans are in fact so why do they let themselves be caught? A question that plagues him more than anything. Why do they let humans rule? 

He began research into their DNA and neurons. There had to be a reason why. How was their submissiveness to humans programmed in? It couldn't be all bonding and feelings like most people claimed. 

He published a thesis on it in his fourth year of college. It got high marks as it stated many sources and even gave an educated theory backed up by history. His theory is chaos. If Pokemon were allowed to do as they pleased then the world would still be being terraformed. Earthquakes, fire, lava, storms and all the chaos that was there at the beginning from the elements clashing would still be happening.

Humans were put here to equalize the Pokemon. To teach them more than just survival. Yet he also believed humans had gone too far. Pokemon were spoiled now. Furfrou with bad haircuts, pignites too big to move, and spoiled skitties. They had lost their purpose in life somewhere along the way and became pets.

He wondered if humans ever went extinct would they as well? Had humans made themselves too dependent on Pokemon while making Pokemon too dependent on them?

He wants to change it. To change the fact Pokemon's instincts were slowly dying. He wanted to preserve them as they were and not how man made them. How? By making preserves around the world. Not artificial biomes like the Rangers. But real environments for real Pokemon untouched by men.

Why? Because Pokemon are to be feared and respected. Not controlled, pampered and forced to serve humans. 

Trent knows his views on the subject are a bit extreme. However he bases his research around it. Around the power that Pokemon have over humans but do not use. it baffles him and consumes him to a degree.

Love is a difficult and complex emotion for Trent. He always sought it as a child. A love he never received from his family. It is foreign to him but just like some foreign things you want to at least see it once.

His obsession with romance novels and movies came when he accepted the fact he would never be loved. He read one of his mothers romance novels and the description of love captivated him. He wanted to experience it.

He knew the stories were fake. Yet a part of him always wanted each book he read to hold a truth in it. They became his fairy tales. The prince or princess one always desired but could never have. The strength that came from fighting for love. And the happy ending with a gentle kiss and promises to be together forever.

As he grew he understood lust and attraction. However, to him this 'love' wasn't true. It was simply chemicals reacting to stimuli. True love like in the stories don't exist even if he wished it did.

That hasn't stopped him from collecting romance novels though. He just wishes at least one of the characters could be like him. So it could be like a guide to him. So he knew what to do because despite all those novels he isn't the least bit romantic.

He knows the motions but doing them out of a since of duty instead of a desire would just insult someone. It doesn't help he keeps a rather plain expression at most times. He knows somehow he would make his date uncomfortable. So he avoids it.

He avoids what he wants most because he knows he won't be loved. In the end he'll probably only marry and have kids for aesthetics. To have someone carry on what little if any legacy he has.