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HEY GUYS CAN I POKEMON, TOO?
Name: Leonard "Lenny" Wells
Age: 19
Hometown: Saffron City
Bio:
To Lenny, Saffron City had always been divided. It was an age old story, really. Brute strength against sharp wit. Fighting vs. Psychic. You were either on a team, usually one you were born into, or you were shunned. It's the way it had always been in Saffron, even before Silph. Co moved in and made the town into the metropolis it currently is, with its innovative Magnet Train Station and its flawless infrastructure.
Lenny, however, never wanted to be on any team. He just wanted to be himself, just regular ol' Lenny Wells. What he was, though, was Leonard Wells, son of Black Belt Aaron of the Fighting-Dojo.
Ever since he was born, his father had shoved his passion for fighting and training down Lenny's throat (stop laughing this is serious). Leonard had to train, and train, and train to be the best fighter he could be! And possibly one day, his father hoped, replace him as Black Belt in the Dojo.
So that was Lenny's daily life, at least, until he was nine years old. His father had received a rather urgent sounding phone call from some close relatives residing in Goldenrod City in the Johto Region, Lenny had never met them, but he had nobody else to stay with and had to go along for the ride.
Taking the train, they were in Johto in barely any time at all.
Goldenrod City was enormous, Lenny recalls. Even bigger than Saffron, that's for sure! But he wouldn't have any time to enjoy it, his father would see to that.
Ever since he had been born, and especially after the loss of his mother (whom Lenny could barely remember), his father had grown stricter and more forceful with the boy. He always reprimanded him every day that went by in which he hadn't bonded with a strong fighting-type. The man would go off on rants about how he had bonded with his Primeape only days after he had been born. He'd remind Lenny that he was the son of a fighter! It was in his blood! What was he? Some sort of sissy-boy? One of those spoon-benders from the other side of town?
And so, while his father tended to Lenny's distant family, he had been ordered to leave the city, to Route 34, and simply wait near the Day-Care and by the tall grass. He was to sit there and wait, wait for the pokemon that would "ensure him many future victories and glory in battle!" So, as always, Lenny did as he was told.
That's when it happened.
At first, it had been a quiet, uneventful day. A few wild pokemon would scamper out of the grass every now and then, but nothing new. They didn't bother him and he didn't bother them. Nothing different from the countless times his father had made him do this same thing back home.
Lenny hated this. He hated his dumb stupid dad. He hated the dojo and he hated, above all else, DUMB. STUPID. FIGHTING. POKEMON. His dad's Primeape had been the bane of Lenny's existence for most of his life. Always giving Lenny mean looks, bullying him, and even jabbing at him a few times. His father would hear none of it, saying it was character-building. The giant bubble of emotion he had been building up his entire childhood just popped right then and there causing a wave of feeling to consume him.
Lenny, always a quiet boy, couldn't take it anymore. He stood, he stood and he screamed. He screamed his lungs out. He yelled and bellowed, spittle flying from his mouth. This definitely caused more pokemon to flee from the tall grass at the sound. Bird-pokemon shot out every which way, tiny Rattata scampered away in fright.
Finally, after a bit more screaming and shaking, Lenny composed himself and all was quiet. There was no sound at all, not even the breeze seemed to be blowing. Lenny sat back down near the grass and sighed. Nobody had even heard his weak little screams, did anyone even care?
Then suddenly, there was rustling in the grass. Lenny turned to look, bored and unimpressed at the sound. Soon enough, another Rattata would just run out of there again, just you watch. But that wouldn't happen. No, this time, Lenny's moment had come.
From the grass, a small white mass emerged, graceful and quiet. The tiny figure seemed to glide across the small distance between Lenny and the grass, it made no sound, no rough movements, it just moved toward Lenny. Its eyes weren't visible under its small, green helmet, but Lenny knew it was watching him, one of its slender arms near its mouth, in a thinking pose.
In a matter of seconds, it was there next to Lenny, or rather, she was there next to Lenny. The boy, of course, was awestruck, but couldn't help but reach out his hand and try to touch the wild pokemon that had approached him so calmly. Once he did, the Ralts extended her small arm and touched the boy's hand, and just like that they were bonded.
Lenny had never seen this kind of pokemon before, it was foreign to his region, but wouldn't his father be simply ecstatic that his son FINALLY found his one pokemon?
No. He wouldn't. His father knew all too well what kind of pokemon that was, it was one of them sissy pokemon. The ones he had expressly forbidden in his household. The one that he had better abandon or else be stripped of any possible future as a black belt in the Fighting Dojo!
Needless to say, Lenny refused. Now that he had her, his Stella, he would never let her go. She had heard him when no one else had, she had FELT him when nobody else would, she was his only friend and nobody, not even his father, would take that away from him.
Although strict and overbearing, his father was not a monster and did not shun him as was tradition. He allowed the boy, he no longer referred to Lenny as "son," to stay in his home until he came of age. He was then promptly kicked out of the house and left to his own devices.
Having lived so long in the hostile environment he had, however, had changed Lenny. He had lost faith in most people, in family, in life. And thus, he always had trouble reading into people, following social cues, processing emotion. He was pretty much socially retarded. That's where Stella came in and shone. For some reason, Lenny could understand her. Not in any normal way, no, it wasn't normal by any stretch of the imagination. But he just knew what she knew, and what she knew, was people. She'd "tell" Lenny how someone was feeling, how someone would feel when he said something, she was his social crutch and he loved her for it.
With some money his father had given him on the day he left, Lenny decided he'd had enough of Saffron, of this whole damn continent! He bought a ticket to some new island they had found and colonized and decided that he'd make a new life there. He'd try his hardest to not be an outcast, he'd go to a place that hopefully would not label him by his preferences and would accept him.
With Stella in tow, Lenny set out for that new land. Never looking back.
Current Party:
Stella (Ralts)
Gender: Female
Ability: Trace
Bio: She had been drawn to Lenny's emotional outburst that one day on Route 34 all those years ago. She had seen that boy grow, and although he had never battled with her, she really did care for him. He had defended her from her father's beastly Primeape, taking a few of the blows himself. Needless to say, they both needed each other. Lenny needed Stella to deal with people, and Stella needed Lenny to...well, have a bond. She is cheerful and kind, almost Lenny's polar opposite. But they balance each other out well.
 Leafykins · Tue Mar 13, 2012 @ 05:41am · 1 Comments |
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