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

[attr="class","rostersub"]a [13] year old [tinkerer] from [opelucid]

[attr="class","rostercat"]JEREMY MILLER

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

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

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

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

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

[attr="class","rostercat2"]positive

• hardworking
• focused
• intellectual
• observant
• protective

negative

• socially in-adept
• closed mind
• inflexible
• materialistic
• blunt

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

[attr="class","rostercat2"]Growing up around all kinds of myths and legends, one might think that Jeremy would grow up a dreamer. His head always to the stars and dreaming large about what he can accomplish. Especially with legends about the two Heroes of Unova. Many of his friends would run around pretending that they were in fact the heroes, battling it out with the two legendary Pokemon. But Jeremy felt as though it was his duty to point out that legends were nothing more than stories created to amuse the minds of children. Not to mention that legendary Pokemon were nothing more than tales designed to scare the population. In a sentence?

He always thought it was all poppycock.

Instead he would spend the earliest days of his life tinkering in his bedroom, trying to creating all kinds of unique contraptions. Especially new Pokeballs. The brunette was always under the impression that if he did in fact manage to create his own Pokeball he'd be famous and earn all the money that there was to earn. Not to mention be famous! The Pokemon themselves? They bared no interest to him and he though it was foolish to want to try and call them 'partners'. They were animals and nothing more. Honestly he didn't know why everyone started crying when a Pokemon got hurt or they weren't allowed to go and play with them. It was completely illogical.

But that was when it happened. Some kids had come over to play with his older sister by two years when they spotted him in the lounge sitting on the couch. At first Jeremy thought they were just gonna keep walking past and not pay him any attention, which he would appreciate. Unfortunately they decided to walk over and take a nice, long, good look at him. From his hair to his glasses then make a backhanded comment.

"Judy it looks like your brother's been lying. He's a girl"

That's when he snapped. The brunette stood up and would shove the nearest older girl so hard that she'd fall over. The only reason he didn't go any further than that was because his older sister came running out and told him to stop or else. It was in that moment that Jeremy realized he didn't understand any kind of social norms. He didn't know what he should or shouldn't do while in the company of other people. He didn't want to either.

After that incident his parents shipped him away to live with an Aunt in some off-side region. 'Lucky' for Jeremy it was right nearby a Pokemon Lab which really did intrigue him but his Aunt said that he would only be allowed to go there if he became a Pokemon Trainer. It felt useless and weak to get a Pokemon just for that reason. Then again if he became stronger then his sister and her friends wouldn't be able to look down on him anymore... which felt like a good enough reason for him. Pokemon were just tools anyway. Thinking? Feeling? No. They were there to help humans find out more and enhance mankind's way of life. For Money.

That was how his journey would begin...

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