Royer, Shane

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[attr="class","app_subtitle"]CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY

[attr="class","app_bio"]Shane was the product of black sheep interference. The strict traditionalist Royer family in Ecruteak kept their children as well behaved and respectful as possible. Some volunteered in community outreach either by repairing the Gym or cleaning Bell Tower. Shane had a little bit of musical talent that his parents made sure to apply only to things like live performances for the Dance Theater on things like kotos and shamisen. Shane’s dutiful nature never really questioned it, but it did feel kind of hollow.[break][break]

Around his thirteenth birthday, the black sheep appeared in the form of a dirty traveller named Evan who came banging on their door one day. A stranger, but also as it turned out, his cousin. There was an almost instantaneous break in the trust Shane had for his overbearing family. Something in him had been searching for that excuse, the reason to be other than he was. Evan saw in him his dogged resolve in his chores and asked him the question no one wanted the answer to.[break][break]

“What do you want to do, Shane?” In all his time, he’d kept from asking himself that question honestly. He thought the answer would be hard. It came out easily enough though.[break][break]

“I just want to have fun.”[break][break]

In the brief, begrudged time of ‘putting up with family’, Shane learned how to do that. Foreign music, foreign games, foreign ideas, he was enamoured with the absolute joy Evan brought to him through his music and in battling. Shane had never battled before and wasn’t allowed to watch any broadcasts at home, but the Totodile he had been tasked to train was a natural extension of something deep in him. Something wild, something desperately clawing at freedom. Totodile refused to go away from Shane when it was Evan’s time to move on and, somehow forgetting that it had been his new-favorite cousin’s birthday, he left the Pokeball with him and went on his way.[break][break]

Mail was slow, but it was what he had. Music and photos exchanged and letters got longer as Evan’s siblings started to add their own penmanship to the letter. Occasionally, letters or packages went missing, to be later found somewhere hidden in the attic or his parents’ room. The hovering became worse and worse until finally, that spark of retaliation came to a head and the whole city fell quiet in his tirade. His mother was crying on the floor by the time he had packed what little he wanted to take with him. He stalked off, simple as that. With his Trainer registration in the system, there was little to be done about besides hoping he would come back.[break][break]

But Hoenn was home now. Hoenn was where Evan was, where new family was. Where freedom was.[break][break]

[attr="class","app_subtitle"]STARTER POKÉMON

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