Jon Lastaire
"Hm" Jon said as he came over the hill. Volatus City rose before him. It filled all of his vision. The buildings rose as high as he could crane his head back. It stretched as far he could see. The mountains were no boundary, either. Buildings coming from, or dug into the mountain sides and cliff faces. It was the greatest of mankind's achievements in the area, and Jon had longed to see it for years. Now that he was here, the words were hard to find. He just exhaled, smiling wide. "Some city, eh, Jinn?" He turned to his companion. The Ralts cocked his head inquisitively, before seeming to nod in agreement. He didn't know if the Pokemon was reading his thoughts and emotions, or if it actually understood his speech. He supposed it didn't matter.
He frowned. He could tell Jinn was tired, but he hadn't brought any Pokeballs along. Then, an idea came to him. He picked his companion up and placed him in his backpack, thankful that his uncle had chosen to give him such a small Pokemon. Then, he started towards where he thought the Pokemon Center was. He knew that he must look pretty strange. The boy in travel-stained clothes, carrying a Ralts in his backpack.
He also knew that he didn't really care.