BREEDER, William Alexander Ryan

[Will Ryan]

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[attr="class","puppy9"]Will Ryan

[attr="class","puppy5"] [attr="class","puppy6"]full name William Alexander Ryan [attr="class","puppy6"]gender Male [attr="class","puppy6"]age in letters Twenty-One [attr="class","puppy6"]alignment Neutral [attr="class","puppy6"]occupation (Advanced) Breeder [attr="class","puppy6"]canon or original original

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[attr="class","puppy"] [attr="class","puppy2"] [attr="class","puppy3"]personality [attr="class","puppy4"] Generally, Will is a polite person with a laid-back disposition. He doesn't interrupt or speak out of turn, waits patiently, always says his please and thank you's, and actually listens when someone is speaking to him. A parent would be quick to jump to the conclusion that he is a humble young role model after a few encounters. Another thing they may notice is that he is quiet, very quiet, often to an annoying extent. Despite actually listening, when the speaker goes silent expecting an opinion or answer they may find they have to drag responses out of him that are not less than a sentence long. Even then they may be able get a word of advice or a different point of view; rarely does he ever give his own opinions on matters. And if they did hear his real opinion on matters on things such as what he would do in such a situation, then they would probably find they were better off not knowing. One must understand first that underneath his quiet obedience Will is a very jaded, cynical, and distant. That combined with his distinct lack of empathy and sympathy makes his views simple, practical, and outright heartless to those around him. However, given that his opinion seems to bring a negative reaction out of most he rarely if ever expresses them and is quite content lying outright to give an acceptable substitute. Lying is as easy as speaking the true or twisting facts for him. That's not that he is a bad person or spiteful, he just can not or really has trouble relating to others on an emotional level. Whether it is because he doesn't want to, doesn't care enough, is actually afraid to, or a combination thereof he isn't even sure. Things like love, hate, shame, guilt, and remorse are all difficult and sometimes even annoying to comprehend. The only emotion he'd prefer to feel is anger. Anger is easy to understand, you know when and why it's there and what caused it. It isn't nearly as confusing as those other emotions to him and he can harness it better. With his primary emotion being anger and having been stifled all his life, he's become slightly self destructive in his inability to take it out on anyone but himself. He takes up all the blame, trouble, and hardships that are not even really his fault and places them on his shoulders. The resulting stress keeps his mind busy and he seeks refuge in the turmoil. Eventually, these have accumulated to a few habits that even he hates. He smokes, drinks, and seeks out quick thrills so long as he can escape the world for a brief while. These traits even leaked out to how he handles work. He refuses to ask for help not out of pride, but because he can not stand the idea of being a burden to anyone. He's organized and possessive of his items because they're the only things he has, especially since he earned them. People around him are nothing more than objects. They're objects he can use, those that can cause trouble, and those that he can twist to his desires before throwing them away afterwards. He keeps himself distant because he's afraid to lash out at someone. With no friends to confide in and a mother who he shares a love hate relationship with, he can't seem to open up enough to actually be happy so instead he's settle on being content and accepting his own faults even if he dislikes them. One of the few blessings his thrill seeking has given him is the interest in pokemon. If people were to be described as something he'd liken them to steps to achieve his means. Pokemon, however, are completely different. In his eyes they are puzzles to be solved. Everything about them raises constant question and hardly any answers. His study in them has become borderline obsession. The fact that watching them battle curbs his own violent tendencies bothers him, but he tries not to think too much on that face of his personality. The aversion that his mother has to him becoming a trainer has only intensified his interest in the subject. As a side effect his studies soared with the goal to become a professor in mind. And a cold, calculating mind he has. He's quick to rate everything in terms of usefulness. He analysis the situations thoroughly and efficiently, sometimes to such an extent that he can't seem to make a decision. It isn't uncommon for him to be indecisive in a situation calls for quick action because he is too busy mulling over the pros and cons of each choice. When not in the public eye and having grown used to a small present company, Will may seem a bit stoic sometimes. This is usually because he doesn't feel like faking a response he doesn't feel. An example would be if someone would cry in front of him out of loss. A normal person may cry out of not being able to help or maybe at least try to comfort this person. Will would just stand there and watch unmoving simply because he doesn't feel like trying to help them with false actions and doesn't understand the pain their in. Over the course of his journey, he's become better though. While still hard to get along with, those that stick around long enough might find themselves under his wing. He might honestly try to help them if they show that they help him without expecting anything in return.

[attr="class","puppy"] [attr="class","puppy2"] [attr="class","puppy3"]history [attr="class","puppy4"] Family Members: Jackson Andrew Ryan (Step Father) ~ Retired Trainer/Pokemart Owner Elizabeth Clair Ryan (Mother) ~ Former Researcher Joshua Arthur Ryan (Half Brother) Kelly Marie Ryan (Half Sister) Alex Frank Fontaine (Biological Father) ~ Unknown (Undecided) History: Will wasn't always so bitter. At one point he'd been like any other child; cheerful, innocent, and more than a little trouble. Though born out of wedlock, he could remember his mother being there for him as much as she could. In fact, he was a bit of a momma's boy. She'd coddle him and tell him how he looked just like his father before becoming sad. When the small boy would ask why she was crying she'd quickly distract him with other thoughts after saying she was fine. William would eventually stop asking. When people who knew his father at one point started stating that "He'd turn out just like his father," the boy protested with vehement hostility. To his young mind, he wouldn't leave mommy sad like his dad did even if he looked exactly like his father. Will grew into a passionate child, quick to state his mind and defend his statements. He reacted to everything and anything becoming a small troublemaker. When he was enrolled into school it wasn't soon after the first few days that scuffles turned into a fairly common event as well as detentions and punishments. William hated most of his teachers as a child. They were so boring and lackluster usually. The distaste student gave teacher was often mutually returned. It wasn't that Will was dumb, he was quite intelligent and extremely curious. However, the tendency to question everything and give answers out of turn quickly became quite troublesome. Teachers just didn't like how much of a blacksheep he was and tried to reign him in line. If not for the comfort from his mother and advice from the school counselor Will might have turned into a more dedicated troublemaker. The counselor became a role model to Will and managed to push him in the right direction. He was an eccentric older gentleman that answered Will's questions with more questions and insisted the boy try to find answers in books if he couldn't get them in people. Will changed slowly bit by bit through the rest of his years in elementary. Becoming quieter and more respectful, he now respected teachers for their knowledge and understanding of subjects he that escaped his younger mind. With the respect he gave, Will found the the teachers becoming more likeable as they took pride in watching him flourish under their lessons. As a favorite among students the title "teacher's pet" would have been very appropriate and it was used when another student's envy or jealousy revealed itself. Will didn't care about them though, he had his friends. Or the kids he considered closer to that level, they were rated higher than those he just knew by names or sat by. He did enjoy their company they were the two kids that connected him to all his other classmates. Robert, or preferably Bobby, shared Will's large curiosity of everything and had the creativity to match. He was more the outside child, more oriented toward sports than schoolwork and often relied on Will for help with homework. That was if they ever got to homework. With Bobby's short attention span and Will's curiosity able to get the best of him they often got sidetracked quite easily. If not for Anna to complete their dynamic with little contrast the two boys would have never gotten anything done. She was a direct counterpart to Bobby being more academically inclined. She was one of the few kids Will knew that were smarter than him and that he could tolerate. With a one track mind a mile long and tongue laced with venom, she was the common sense more often than not. However, since Bobby was extremely into sports and Anna was often strongly pushed by her parents to do well in school an intense boredom was developing due to Will being left to his own devices more often than not. A month after he turned eight his mother had become less and less prevalent. Will started being sent to stay at the home of the old lady across the street, being to young to stay alone. However, while she did take care of him and make sure he did his schoolwork she did not have the warmth his mother offered. She was a strict lady and expected quiet in the household. He was lucky she let him out to play, but that meant finding things to occupy himself. The curse of staying at the strict elder's home came with its own blessing. She was a lonely old lady that bred pokemon as pets and even collected strays that had been released and failed to become wild. From there it was only a matter of time. The elder was strict but not even she could watch all the pokemon at once. One day two had started a scuffle over space. Will was doing an assignment on pokemon that day and what started as a test degraded into him battling both of them against each other. It was a day a whole new world was shown to the boy. A shame that it got him in a world of trouble. The elder was outraged, her pokemon had been brutalized in the fight the boy had made them go through, and punished him. One the bright side, she had chosen for him to nurse them back to health as punishment while she kept a careful eye over him. On the other side, he could still feel the lashing weeks after she'd finished with him. A year passed as Will learned more than his text books offered with how to deal with pokemon while still balancing his schoolwork. "A privilege that could be granted could also be taken away," the old lady would often remind him. In that time Will had managed to convince the elder for just one chance to breed a pokemon as a surprise to his mother. He hadn't told her anything about it and she had been to preoccupied to notice. Elizabeth had met a charming man by the name of Andrew and found herself getting better acquainted with him and in a relationship. Though Will himself had met the man more than once, it wasn't ever anything he ever concerned himself with. Soon the guy just became another piece of the scenery in the household. More time passed. Will had done everything in his power to breed the perfect egg even reading articles by Professor Oak and Elm for advice. Oak stated that the best way to bring out a pokemon's potential was to befriend it and so every pokemon the elder lady owned soon came to love him. Will then used Elm's as a resource for more advanced theories that might be useful. On Will's tenth birthday, he presented an egg to his mother. This egg was the fruit of his labor. The boy had used every bit of knowledge gained to breed it. His plan was for it to hatch into a proud, noble Growlithe already instilled with intermediate moves from it's parents. Then once his mother saw his success, she'd let him keep it and he could start his trainer's journey with both it as his starter and Bobby as a traveling companion (The other boy had already announced that he was going to start his trainer's journey as soon as possible). It didn't go as planned. First of all, his mother had decided to tell him that Jack had proposed to her. She went all out on his birthday in hopes Will would share her joy. It had been a long time coming and much expected. She didn't think her son who she hadn't notice never paid attention to them with his time balanced between school and his side project would be too surprised. William was shocked, cut off halfway through revealing his present to himself. Still, he pushed on. It was a disaster. His mother always thought that he was studying for a secure safe job away from pokemon. In only a couple of minutes everything William had worked for crumbled. Everything after passed in a blur. He remembered the egg suddenly shaking, then rushing off determined to prove them wrong. That he could do this. When the egg hatched what was slowly coming together finally shattered completely. It was a sickly looking thing, a small runt compared to what was suppose to come forth. Will was still a child and new to breeding, the elder knew he didn't have the experience to breed a pure blooded fighting pokemon. She had hoped he'd learn from it, and he did, but not the way he should have. If everything hadn't been riding on this one pokemon or if Will hadn't jumped straight in without thinking his first failure probably wouldn't have been so crushing. Even today William couldn't remember how long he sat there staring at his first hatchling, his first failure. Eventually, his mother found him and made amends even letting him keep the sickly looking creature. But by this point he didn't want it. Will refused to accept this was what he'd worked for. This quick shifted into need to fix it and change the result. The boy nursed it out of it frail state and then proceeded to train it into the ground. The people around town could tell you that pokemon was one of the fiercest things they'd ever laid eyes on. Even passing trainers were impressed by such a young pokemon's power. They could also see it yearned for love and pushed itself constantly, working itself to the bone for it. Love that a boy couldn't give it because all he could still see was the runt. Will's standards were too high for the pokemon. When Will got home from school one day, the man that was now his father said the pokemon had run away after selling it to a trainer while Will was at school. The following days were filled with a boy roaming town. First angry, stomping around and speaking out stern commands that would have promised his pokemon punishment if it didn't come back soon. Then sad, more nervous and pleading, his voice portraying a gentle comfort encase his pokemon was scared he'd be too harsh. Finally, he searched in desperation he needed to find it. Not even he realized how attached he'd grown to the pokemon. It took a month before he finally gave up and afterward it looked like the boy was completely drained. Another change in his personality started there. He still continued to excel in both academics and his pastime, but he was different. Without Bobby to express himself too, he never really vented. Will could have come at Bobby, they'd get in a fight and he'd feel better after some sense was knocked into him maybe even coming to his senses when the other boy told him to get over it. He returned to something that was close to normal, but still he was different. Anna for all her bark had no bite. She talked things out, but in the end all she could do was talk to Will. She could only offer gentle words. The result was that she couldn't get Will to move on from it. The failure bothered the boy constantly and he constantly went over what he did wrong. Afterward, he stopped going to the old lady's house for a while. He'd drop by occasionally and was met by ecstatic pokemon, but rarely lingered and never returned the affection like he used to. Soon he started hanging around with children his own age, smiling and laughing again. He became relatively normal after that, throwing himself into studies, work, and now sports. Anything to keep him busy. When he was greeted to a new member of the family a few years later, he never complained about having to help with the additional work the little ankle biter brought with him. His mother had mostly rebuilt the bridge between them with the given time, but she couldn't read him like she used to. It was as if part of the child she used to know was hidden. She'd see it sometimes, but not often and only for a brief moment. When she asked if he still planned to go on a journey she'd only got an indecisive response that was neither positive nor negative. When his brother was old enough to walk, she asked again since his chores had lessened up. Then again when his sister joined the family, and even when she started to attend school herself yet the answer was still the same. However, Elizabeth noticed that William had become calmer over the years. It wasn't until he found his first girlfriend she realized that she was wrong. It was late after a long day that the phone rang. The gentleman on the other end was quite vocal in his anger when his daughter came home with a nasty bruise, not for the first time either. Elizabeth was shocked. Why would Will hit Anna of all people? So she asked. The response? "She wasn't listening so I hit her," it was like the action didn't even register as important. "I'll say I'm sorry tomorrow," and he did. Will was then warned by the father not to lay his hand on her again and he didn't. And then Will told the girl to dump him and she did. And that's when he graduated highschool and decided to go on his journey. The real reason Will hit her was because she had said she love him. Not even he was sure why he lashed out after failing to convince her otherwise. After not sleeping at all the night after, he apologized sincerely and they made amends. After a few more months struggling with what he felt he finally admitted to himself that he just didn't know. Was he just lusting after her? Maybe he was just trying to deny himself a happy relationship? Finally, he just got fed up and decided not to deal with it. He knew he was a coward and that he was taking the easy way out by giving up. Still, he didn't care. He was too possessive and too angry. Will would find himself enraged when other guys flirted with her. Not angry at her, but the guy that talked to her whether he meant something or not and the very idea of someone else taking her away from him. It bothered him and when something bothered him everything bothered him. And what if she did leave him? Will told himself he could get over it, that he was logical. That he wasn't some hormone ridden idiot. That's why he ended up pushing her away. Then he ran with a journey as an excuse. She could find someone else and he didn't need anyone. He didn't want to be happy. Will thought he didn't deserve to be happy... It has been quite a time since then. Will has journeyed across the land to increase his knowledge and experience. More pokemon have joined his party and some have even been lost. The pain never gets easier for him, but he has learned to deal with it better. Not only has his skills with pokemon increased, but also his skill with people. Dealing with other humans isn't as nearly as difficult as it once was. Not easy, but not impossible.

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[attr="class","puppy5"] [attr="class","puppy6"]ooc name Step [attr="class","puppy6"]age Old enough [attr="class","puppy6"]experience probably around 9 altogether [attr="class","puppy6"]other characters n/a [attr="class","puppy6"]face claim brief from panty and stocking

[attr="class","puppy5"] Sati, Flash Fire, Female Dig ● Rollout Flamethrower ● Eruption Varuna, Shell Armour, Male Ice Beam ● Water Pulse Razor Shell ● X-Scissor Hresvelgr, Keen Eye, Male Sky Drop ● Aerial Ace Fly ● Crush Claw Skadi,Snow Warning, Female Blizzard ● Solarbeam Razor Leaf ● Ice Punch Scathach, Rough Skin, Female Dragon Rush ● Dig Dual Chop ● Sand Tomb Atlas, Iron Fist, Male Focus Punch ● Sky Uppercut Thunder Punch ● Detect PC Mithra, Adaptability, Male Quick Attack ● Swift Bite ● Baton Pass

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