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My mother called me:
Jason Alexander
But I go by:
Jase
Of course I'm a:
Male.
I've seen:
19
My current occupation is:
Trainer.
My friends are:
Far’fetched.
I love:
???
I HATE:
Anyone making fun of his pokemon, rich snotty people,and people that abuse their powers.
It feels like a dream, but:
Jase grew up not knowing his parents. His mother died giving birth,and his dad left him at a young age. When he left him he left his guardians with the shades,the sword,and a picture of him and his father.
When he reached the age of 14 his guardians told him this story and gave him the items. When he found this out he went out on his own in search of his father. Soon after he began his journey he found himself lost in the woods. He wandered until he found an old wooden cabin. When he entered the only thing in there was a dusty poke-ball. He opened it and found that there was a Far'Fetchd inside. The poke-mon seemed to like Jase so they became companions. And still Jase is in search of his father.
I look in the mirror and see:
Jase is a tall, slim, but well built,male. He has dark brown hair and brown eyes. He always wears his pair of "Lucky Shades" which he never loses track of.He also wears a black trench coat with a katana on his back. He keeps his poke-balls concealed within his trech coat.

My puppet master is: Akimaroo

My mother called me:
Akiko Suzuki
But I go by:
Aki
Of course I'm a:
Female.
I've seen:
10.
My current occupation is:
Beginner trainer.
My friends are:
Undetermined as of now.
I love:
Sketching, running, silence, baby pokemon, and the mountains.
I HATE:
Imbeciles, thieves, liars, trainers too cocky for their own good, and most loud-mouth strangers.
It feels like a dream, but:
Aki was born in the Hoenn Region, holed up in the mountainous town of Lavaridge where she lived with her (now deceased) mother.
Their existence was a quiet one, her mother experimenting on the curious affects of the soot filling the air on pokemon.
She grew sick of a disease she had contracted as a child, and sent her daughter away to join her father before she could see the affects it was having on her.
She died a week later.

Child psychiatrists were rather alarmed at Aki's cold demeanor and decided the best path with her would more than likely be to use pokemon as a kind of therapy.
Less than two days after the diagnosis was given, her father had handed the ten year old a flyer for a dandy new research facility she was to go to and half shoved her out of his front door with a ticket to a well known ferry, a kiss, and a bag filled to the brim with all sorts of nifty surprises.
I look in the mirror and see:
Me.
My puppet master is:
Clarion Raze

My mother called me:
Elliot Chronos Reed
But I go by:
Chronos.
Of course I'm a:
Male.
I've seen:
9.
My current occupation is:
Lab assistant.
My friends are:
Undetermined as of now.
I love:
Experimenting, tricking fools, discovering new things, developing new techniques, helping in the lab.
I HATE:
Newbies, people who believe they’re smart only to be sadly mistaken, idiots who base knowledge on height, being ‘nice’ to people, failed experiments.
It feels like a dream, but:
Chronos was born in the Script region to the pokemon professor and a mother he has never met.
She left him and his father when he was a year old- and neither have seen her since.
He doesn’t miss her- how could he? He never met her.

He showed an interest in his father’s work at the young age of five, at which time he had accidentally stumbled into the lab one day (during one of his father’s earlier pokemon experiments). The professor BELIEVED that his son had gotten nothing from the experience, though the exact opposite was later proven to be true.
It turns out he had found the experiment fascinating, and snuck out to watch each and every time he saw his father sneak off to his lab at night.
Even at that age, he began devising experiments himself- pushing it off as him simply ‘helping around the lab’.
His father has just recently started to catch onto his game, and only because of the child’s ‘experiments’ which have taken on lives of their own.
He HAS managed to grab some rather curious results, after all.
I look in the mirror and see:
Me.
My puppet master is:
Clarion Raze