[attr="class","rostername"]@calla

[attr="class","rostersub"]a [twenty-three] year old [researcher] from [solaceon town]

[attr="class","rostercat"]CALLA CHOI

[attr="class","rostercat"]23

[attr="class","rostercat"]MALE

[attr="class","rostercat"]HOMOSEXUAL

[attr="class","rostercat"]RESEARCHER

[attr="class","rostercat"]FLYING

[attr="class","rostercat2"]Calla is, for the most part, a very friendly and positive person. He is very chatty and enjoys talking with others to the point that he can be kind of annoying. He can sometimes talk over you when he gets excited- he doesn't mean to do it and it isn't malicious, at least. He is very extroverted and loves to go outside and enjoy things. His favorite pastimes, when not studying, are jogging and watching makeup tutorials online.

While Calla is very intelligent he doesn't have a lot of common sense. Being able to tell you the genus and species of a pokemon is useful in some situations. Not figuring out that his red sweater is what's dying his lab coats pink is another. He is easily distracted and has a short attention span for what doesn't interest him. However, he does love to at least try and be supportive of others even if he doesn't really 'get' why they like certain things.

Calla can be very pushy with others. He enjoys having his way and sometimes gets too convinced that he knows best. He can also be very petty and vindictive, knowing how to hold a grudge over even the smallest inconveniences.

With those he likes, Calla is very affectionate both verbally and physically. He enjoys being able to lean on his friends and be close to them. This is not sexual in nature for him, he just likes being close to people. This has bit him in the butt when someone thinks he is flirting or trying to put moves on them when he isn't.

[attr="class","rostercatsub2"]PERSONALITY

[attr="class","rostercat2"]You are five when it first happens, the first hint that you might not be like everyone around you. It is your birthday, kids from your small Sinnoh town coming together to celebrate and take the free food and cake offered by your loving parents. Your older sister, who is only eight, was supposed to watch you but got distracted by childish nonsense. You have wandered off with your friends, your best friends, and are having a pretend marriage ceremony by the worn down gazebo in the park. Kenzi is your best blond friend, and he laughs and babbles out words he heard last week at his aunt's wedding. Morick is your favorite brown-haired friend, and he holds your hands as you look across from each other. You are both so proud. You both giggle when Kenzi announces 'You can kiss the bread!', and lean in, and you peck him on the cheek. It is all very chaste and innocent. You return to the party shortly after, the three of you holding hands.

You do not think back on this moment until you are twelve, and you are hyperventilating in the boy's locker room. Puberty is a hell of an experience, and in the hallways you could always pretend to yourself that the awkward tightening of your pants was because of the girls, starting to blossom around you with makeup covered zits and bug-bite chests. Morick and Kenzi are still your best friends, and they huddle close as you cry in the dark corner of the locker room. The thought had crossed your mind about how nice one of the upperclassmen looked as he used the ropes, how you wouldn't mind kissing him if he asked you. The intrusive thought scared you, and you ran off, but at least you have your best friends to help you through this hard time. You tell them about it, bracing for rejection, but they tell you that it doesn't change anything and they still care about you. You feel a little lighter. You notice how pretty the light flutters through Morick's lashes.

You are fourteen when you come out to your family, and it goes about as well as you expected. Joey, your older sister, is shocked but jumps to your defense as soon as the words from your parents turn ugly. They do not like that their only son is gay, do not like what it means in a small town like this with such closed-minded people, and do not like how much this will hurt you down the road. The intentions are good, but it still stings. They want you to be happy, but that won't erase the hurt in your parent's eyes or how your mother cried and said 'you couldn't be one of them'. It becomes a taboo subject in your house, even if Joey does her best to normalize it. She asks over breakfast, defiantly, about cute boys and celebrities. You notice how your mom's shoulders tense and dad's fingers turn knuckle white around his paper. You always notice. Still, the fire burns hot in your sister's eyes and you answer her questions timidly. It's nice to talk about.

You are fifteen when you are forced out of the closet. A few nips of cheat vodka, in a plastic bottle and smelling like rubbing alcohol and peroxide, is all it takes. The party is in full swing, but still, you gingerly try and lock lips with your crush, mind fuzzy and feeling bold because of the burning in your head and chest. He pushes you back, and he looks disgusted, and the world crashes down around you slowly. You go home, but by Monday morning it is all over school. You are ashamed. Kenzi and Morick still stand firmly by your side, but you discover that many more kids are sympathetic to your plight. The world of teenagers is much different than the world of adults, after all. For every time someone sneers at you and whispers 'fag', someone else is picking a fight with your bullies. It is nice. You feel damaged but also light. The weight of the world was thrown from your shoulders. People move on and stop caring. You learn to be yourself.

You have never had much of an interest in Pokemon. You run on the Track team and put all your energy towards that. 'You could take us to the Regionals!' your coach tells you. You like that. You like feeling important and useful and use that to fuel you as you churn your legs faster and faster. You think maybe you want to work with something involving this someday. You think you might want to be someone who helps people by running. 'A therapist' your mom says. 'How can running even help someone?' asks Kenzi, but he means well and there isn't any malice in his tone. You pour your heart into this fleeting thought of your future just like your pour your hopes and dreams into your running.

It is not your fault that it happens, but the whole family mourns. Your sister is in a car crash and the whole family worries. 'She'll be fine', the doctor says after hours of surgery. 'Just let her rest. Will you come talk to me in private, Mr. and Mrs. Choi?' You stay behind and chew on your nails. One week later, Joey is propped up on her bed, which has been moved to the living room. She is fine but sore.
A Ralts sits next to her and chews on animal crackers that your dad is spoiling him with. 'He's a therapy pokemon, Calla.' Your mom told you when you picked the pokemon up the day before Joey was discharged. 'He'll help if Joey has seizures.'

Joey names the Ralts Glutton and he does help. Joey doesn't have the seizures often but it's scary when she does. Glutton is always there to help her before and after it happens. You have never been around a pokemon this long before and it is hard to get used too. Even so, you end up enjoying Glutton's company and form a bond with him like the rest of your family does. You will never be as close to him as Joey will but it still lights up a spark in your chest you didn't know you had.

'I changed my mind.' You tell Morick one day. You are Seventeen and sitting in the park. Its summer time and an ice cream cone is half melted in your hand as you lean against him. The bench is tight and you're just slightly to close. Something makes your stomach wiggle when your skin presses together and a sort o tension hangs in the air between you waiting to be popped. Both of you are too afraid to be the one to do it. 'I want to work with pokemon like Glutton.'

Morick hums and glances over at you. His eyes are even prettier now than when you were twelve. You think you almost kiss him that day but your ice cream falls off the cone and plops in your lap, ruining the moment.

You are twenty and college has been rough. You don't like being so far away from home but the big city is the only place with the universities you need. Your blood is coffee at this point. Calculations dance in your vision when you close your eyes but you count yourself lucky to be here. So damned lucky. You cry when you get the letter that you've been accepted into a prestigious doctorate program. Heroes of the field like Oak, Rowan, and Birch all got their starts from this program. It will be even harder than before but you want this so badly.

'So, Morick.' You are 23 and you hum into the phone as you sit on your bags, packed and ready to leave the harbor. He is the only one of your friends and family you haven't gotten to speak with yet. It's been hard not seeing anyone since Kenzi's wedding but you all manage. 'You know that paper I had to write?' You wait for him to answer and a small smile lifts your face. 'I have to travel overseas. If you're ever in Inset, come visit me, okay? I'll miss you.'

[attr="class","rostercatsub2"]HISTORY