Timothy White
Timothy squinted from the bright sunlight coming through his window as he yawned and stretched his hands over his head. It was a satisfying yawn, the kind that leaves you with a half smile and as you contemplate waking up or going back to sleep. Being eleven and not sixteen, Timmy rolled out of bed, not really tempted to go back to sleep at all. With a quick and necessary stop at the bathroom Timothy was dressed and bounding down the stairs to break his fast in no time at all.
While other trainers disembarked for Maple Town, Timothy was waking up there. Outside the sun was shining and the day was calling. He hoped to explore a little deeper into the woods today and find the tall tree he could see the top of from his bedroom window. He bet it would be a great spot to look out from and the perfect place to build his 'Frog Fort'