Voronin, Basil

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He had been alone for as long as he could remember. He could not recall his mother's face after she left when he was only two years old. His father worked long hours, rarely coming home before eleven at night only to be gone by six in the morning. He was taken care of by neighbors, tossed around from house to house depending on who could spare the time to babysit him. When he started school, they were finally given a break. He would walk home by himself to find one of his neighbors waiting impatiently by the door.[break][break]

They made him dinner, packed a lunch for the next day, and then he was left to his own devices.[break][break]

It was safe to say that Basil was labeled a problem child in school. Without anyone home to discipline him, he did as he pleased there and at school. It did not matter how many times he was sent to the principal's office or how many times they tried to call his father, only to be forwarded to voicemail. One particularly stubborn homeroom teacher tried to do a house visit, but his father never came home for the appointment. Basil let his teacher in regardless and flopped on the couch, ignoring her presence entirely as she searched the house.[break][break]

Social services were called, and Basil was pulled from the property and placed in foster care. His father never bothered to show up to try and get him back, not that Basil was surprised. He was juggled around from placed to place, town to town, until he was eventually left in an orphanage. It was easy enough for him to sneak out at night, and he took to the streets whenever he could. Sometimes other kids would follow him out, though he never cared to help them sneak back in.[break][break]

He was never adopted, which was no surprise to him. He made it difficult for anyone who wanted to. It wasn't that he never wanted a family again; he just did not want to be forced to go to school again or live under strict rules. Studying at his own pace (surprisingly enough, he frequented the nearby library) was good enough for him.[break][break]

He was fourteen when he stumbled upon an injured Electrike in the alley near the orphanage. He was on his way back before dawn broke, so he had almost missed it. Almost, as in he tripped on the poor thing since he could not see it. Basil, being the kindhearted person he was, took the Pokemon back with him. They had a strict No Pokemon Allowed rule, but when did he ever bother following their rules?[break][break]

It was with that Electric that he decided to officially break away from the orphanage. All he had to do was claim he was going to be a Pokemon Trainer, which was a complete lie. He had no plans to take on the League. He used the Electrike as a means of escape, and they could not do too much about it. After all, mere ten year olds traveled the region on their own so long as they were registered and had a Pokemon.[break][break]

Basil floated around the region for quite a while, making a living off seedy side jobs and picking battles only if he knew he could win. As he grew more experienced, he started putting his soft features to use in order to either a) get more money, b) get information, or c) get more money. He was all about that money. How else is he supposed to afford cute clothes and boots?[break][break]

It was only recently that he decided to sell his soul in the name of watching the world burn, a little more literally than he would admit. Team Magma seemed like the perfect fit for him, if only to sate his boredom.

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