Name: Eric Young
Age: 15
Gender: Male
- Black hoodie
- Gray pants
- Black shoes
- An old backpack - six pokeballs, pokedex, two bottles of water,
not a lot of food, a towel, a notebook and a pen.
Personality: One could describe Eric as smart as his mother and as artsy as his father, although that would be an exaggeration. He is more like his father than he'd like to be, but he cannot neglect the fact that often romantic sentences flow out of his mouth without his content. It's like his primary instinct. He has a way with words, often speaking eloquently and spitting out witty lines. Because he was so quickly thrown out of a caring family into "the real world", he is much less childish than most kids of his generation. He is willing to help anyone in trouble, but is cautious not to get played and end up being the naive one.
Although he does come off as a true artistic persona, his battling personality is much more fitting of his mother - rational and careful, thinking a few steps up front to outsmart his foes.
History: Born in Station 5 as a first child to, what seemed to be, caring parents. Before bed, his father would often tell him stories of his adventures to the Surface - not to the delight of his mother. Three years in his life, their family grew by one member and Eric got himself a little sister - Lily. Although his family seemed to be faring pretty well economically, his mother being a scientist and his father an artist, problems started shaping inside of their little community of four. Eric's mother worked longer hours than before and despised the Surface stories more and more with each passing day. She even refused to talk about her job during dinner (when she even got home for dinner). Once cheery atmosphere was replaced by a tense and awkward silence. The breaking point was when she told her husband that she would leave him if he tells a single word of his stories to their daughter. Needless to say, it eventually happened.
Taking Lily by her hand, she left Station 5 with almost all her belongings. It seemed that by that time Eric got quite used to his environment, which is probably one of the main reasons why he remained with his father. It was not until many years later that Eric found out that his father was very fond of the company of other women (and vice-versa), which might have been the real reason his mother decided to leave. And that his stories were nothing more than figments of overly active imagination. His father never went to the surface, just used stories to grow in other people's eyes.
With the illusion of a perfect family broken in shards, Eric's father began being more absent from the house than ever before. He would always tell Eric that he had some important business to take care of and then he wouldn't be around for a few days, weeks even.
At that point, Eric was alone more than ever before. Two of the people that he could really call his friends ended up moving and their promise to keep in touch didn't really work out. Without any other means to spend his free time, Eric started going through the small "library" in his house. It was mostly his father's books - poetry, music, art. But every once in a while, he would stumble across a book left behind by his mother, full of big words he didn't quite understand. But as he grew and revisited the books, he found that he understood more and more content with each read. He also came to a realization that by reading alone he was able to gather more useable knowledge than he was able to do in school. Of course, he kept attending, although his absence rate began increasing. He focused on learning on his own and honing his writting skills more than studying, what he deemed were, worthless subjects.
All the while, what little remained of their family relationship began freezing and by Eric's 15th birthday, his father and him were more like two strangers living together than anything else. Still, Eric had hope. A week before his 15th birthday, his father left on another one of his important business endeavours.
Eric's mind was full of speculations up to that point. Maybe his father was working hard all of this time to provide for the two of them, maybe he was going to the surface to get Eric a special birthday present. It all sounded nice, but it was nothing but Eric making up excuses for his own stranger of a father.
His 15th birthday came, but his father did not. In the end, what was supposed to be one of his biggest birthdays in his entire life ended up being nothing more than a lone evening like almost every other. He didn't have anyone to turn to. He tried contacting his mother to at least hear whether his sister is alive and well, but he did not find out much information about their whereabouts. All that he found was that a family matching his description was currently residing at Station 7, but whether it was really them, he wasn't able to find out. After all, his description was heavily out-dated.
School out of the way, he was supposed to get his license, but that didn't really work out either, mostly because without his father around, he had no funds to get himself a Pokemon and therefore had no actual reason to go forward with the whole procedure. And to top it all off, he had no idea whatsoever what he was supposed to do with his life, nor what he wanted to do. He roamed the streets, searching for a job of any sort. Unfortunately, a person like him didn't really fit in one place. He wasn't able to fit in with merchants, he didn't fit as a janitor, had no real strength in his muscles to be an ordinary worker. And because he did a lot of designated tasks in his own way, not really following orders, no one wanted to have an employee who wouldn't do what he was asked to do.
When his father did come back, he didn't even wish him a late happy birthday. Emotionally, that was the last straw. That night Eric stayed up all night writing. All of his pent up emotion flowing out onto one white sheet after another. Next day, Eric went to a local pawn shop with all of his written songs and asked to sell them. Of course, art was not that glorified anymore, especially since there were not a lot of artists anymore. At least not as much as before.
Which is why a grin appeared on the face of a shop owner as he skimmed through the words. The songs were good. Not the best, but good. And he knew people that would pay a lot to get their hands on it. People that would love to take credit for written songs. But of course, Eric did not know its real worth, nor did he care at this point. He just wanted out. Out of the stations, out in the open world.
He wanted to feel the rain, the snow, the pain, the glow of the sun and the moon. Find out what his purpose in this life is.
In the end, he did not get any money in return, but the owner did offer him a trade. A Pokemon for all his songs. And since Eric knew that he needed a Pokemon to go out of this cramped up space, he gladly accepted. The lone Jigglypuff was obviously not Champion material and the owner wanted to get rid of it, probably because he did not want to spend any more on Pokemon food than he had too. It was at first glance that Eric noticed that the Jigglypuff was sad. Even worse than that - depressed. And although Eric did not know how happy Pokemon were before everything went to hell, he was sure that this wasn't the norm. And he did not want it to be the norm. He found it strange, the fact that people could not directly understand what Pokemon wanted to say, yet Eric knew that this one was in the exactly same situation as him.
Both of them didn't know where to go and had no one to turn to.
But since that day, they had each other.
Team:Carmen - Jiglypuff - Female - Level 5 - Gentle
Sing - Pound
Legendary Egg: Mesprit
Theme Song: I wanna be the berry bestTheme of Love
