Harris's school life was a difficult one. Having been diagnosed with a neurological disorder at a young age he was unable to participate in a lot of things. That didn't stop him from doing what he could do.

While unable to participate in sports he did help with the events as much as possible. Helping organize things, giving out fliers and making banners. He was also apart of the student council.

His art was also showcased by the school many times over the years. His passion for it seeming to make everyone smile. Which really just fueled it even further. He made sure to take art as his optional class every year.

Things got really difficult come sixth grade. When one of the school plays went wrong. They had a moon hanging from the bar that ran along the top. It kept shifting so they attached the moon directly to a small metal weight and hung it from that.

Everything was going well until it dropped on one of the cast. It resulted in a broken shoulder and not head thankfully. The rope had been tied incorrectly to anchor it. It caused quite a stir especially when Harris dropped behind the stage as well in one of his fainting spells.

He had tied the rope. After that, his life became a bunch of what ifs. He was scared of hurting others and his anxiety just grew making his fainting episodes more common. He did his best to hide them too. Often squatting down pretending to calm himself even when he was out cold. It became a habit and one a couple of people picked up on. No one said much about it figuring it would just make it worse.

Tenth grade had to be the worst year of his life. First, the art program was shut down. He was forced to pick another program. He still wanted to create things so he took up woodworking. Probably not his best idea.

He was constantly worried about the saws and possibly cutting himself. He did his best to make sure he was wearing all the safety gear and was constantly bending down to check his anxiety. Yet at the end of each project when they were given finish and paints his happiness soared with a brush back in his hands.

There was also the problem with his sexuality that year. He had never really looked at girls. He thought some were pretty and would tell them so but he never felt that stirring in his loins like other boys his age. It didn't actually come till one time he was bringing some extra towels to the shower room for those who forgot theirs.

Having never really been in there too much he never realized his attraction to naked men. Some had thick hairy chests others not so much and several had their towels in their hands instead of wrapped around their waist. He quickly handed out the towels and retreated before they could notice his excitement.

He took refuge in a bathroom stall and fainted. His worries of them finding out topmost at that moment. It was only a few minutes and he quickly returned to his duties doing his best to forget it.

One of his friends figured it out pretty easily but didn't tease him about it. He was a kind person and let Harris admit his worries. Harris never really came out and shared the fact even to his parents. If they had asked outright he would have told them but he never volunteered it.

Prom came around and he wanted his parents to enjoy it. So he put on a tux and asked one of his friends to the dance. They made a cute couple him and her and enjoyed the night. She even pried into a possible future date. His refusal left her in a huff forcing him to admit to being gay to her.

It didn't take long for word to get around. Since it was easily overheard. He was cornered for it by a couple of the guys. He managed to flee but didn't make it far before fainting. What few friends he had helped him leave.

Word surely reached his parents but they said nothing of it. After that he claimed to want to pursue his passion. His fainting spells intense during this time with his parents. Eventually he left both home and friends behind to go to college for it.

His school life had been hard yet he never really let it get to him. He tries his hardest to focus on the good times so he won't become anxious. The best way he has learned to deal with it is to live in the here and now. Focus on what is in front of him just like he would do if he was painting a scene. It melts away his fears for the future and the what ifs of the past.

Harris has never really interacted with Pokemon. He had seen a few from a distance growing up but it wasn't til he entered college that he really got close to any. And that was to paint them.

He remembers his first Pokemon subject like it was yesterday. A young growlithe that was playfully chewing on a toy to keep it busy. He thought it was cute and really focused on its face. The fur was hard to draw but the work was so worth it.

After that he began accepting commissions for Pokemon. It was great practice but more than that he enjoyed trying to capture the personalities. Somehow even those of the same species would each look different to him.

He would have to say his favorite Pokemon peice to date was one he did of a herd of rapidash and ponyta. They were running against the sunrise and he just had to stop and watch. For several days afterwards he returned there and painted them.

He began actively seeking beautiful Pokemon to paint. He couldn't afford to be too picky though. The commissions he did keeping him afloat in college and even afterwards.

It was his love of beautiful Pokemon that made him decide to become a breeder after dropping out. He wanted to raise his own herds, packs and flocks. Pokemon that made such beautiful scenery that one would just have to stop and look. 

A world straight from a painting. A reversed creation; instead of making a realistic painting he would make a fantastical reality. He didn't think about the work going into it but he isn't going to stop even after realizing that. 

Love is something Harris holds in high regard. It is easy for him to actually fall in love. He can be a bit idealistic about it at times and he blames fairy tales for that.

His father often read him fairy tales growing up so he had an idealistic idea of love for a long time. He admittedly came to hate fairy tales for their beautiful lies. He always held some hope for an idealistic love but he realized the world wasn't like that.

He experienced physical attraction in high school upon seeing naked guys in the locker room. A few of his friends remained so after finding out his sexuality. One of which he admittedly had a crush on.

He was one of the volleyball players. He was kind, loyal and charismatic. Not to mention handsome so of course the geeky gay boy would fall for him. They got along well and he always looked after Harris because of his fragile mindset.

Harris could never fully admit his attraction to him. Mainly because he had a girlfriend and they made a cute couple. Harris couldn't bring himself to stand in the way of that. Let alone he didn't want to hear those words of rejection that would make him faint.

Fairy tales were horrible. He found a prince whom he could never touch. It was a hard realization but one he overcame. There was more than one prince out there after all. It's just they aren't always as described.

His first true love came in college. In his third year, he began to hang out with others of the same sexuality. One man, in particular, he asked to be his boyfriend. He was a good two heads taller than Harris and was going to the college to become a vet.

They never met in class but outside they became almost inseperable. The guy truly knew how to be romantic and made his hard beat fast. Oddly enough he wouldn't faint from this type of excitement. Maybe it was because of what type of feeling it was. He really didn't know.

He gave himself to this guy more than once. He was obviously more experienced and the pleasure Harris deprived from their nights together were indescribable. It became almost an addiction. The feeling of love he got from each moment. Gentle kisses, soft touches, being treated almost like he was a china doll in bed.

It was all about the feeling and not the act to him. In the end though even that fell apart. When he went to leave college the guy told him good luck. Though he tried to keep in contact with him he eventually stopped replying.

He had moved on leaving Harris alone. His hatred of fairy tales grew at the loss of another prince. Yet he was also thankful for the time they had. Harris had learned a lot in that mans arms.

He was sure they would both make someone else happy in time. Harris would just have to find the right person and this time never let go. Even if it meant being a little possessive.