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Name:
Avery Garfield Grant

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Appearance:

What you see is what you get. A guy just shy of six foot even and perhaps a bit more on the thin side of the line. A shaggy brown sea engulfs the guy’s head, occasionally blocking the sight of his dark blue eyes. But it’s not really bothering anything. Live and let live. Besides, he likes feel of his hair on his face. It tickles.

So Avery’s not too much of a stickler on what he wears. He wears a deep cut bluish tee-shirt, with a dark gray zip up hoodie. When it’s warm, sleeves rolled up. When it’s cold, sleeves go down. Keep it simple, stupid. Pale brown pants and a pair of simple black running shoes complete a standard Garfield get-up.

Personality:
Poor Avery. He tries. Bless his little heart, does he try. But somewhere along the way, the boy got slapped with the unlucky stick. Then viciously beat with the clumsy club. Perpetually in a pickle, but the boy never gives up. The world might be conspiring against him, but he’s never gonna let it get him down. A bona fide optimist if there ever was one.  And ironically, confident. Things will always work out, somehow.

But if there’s one thing he’s not, it’s a coward. Avery IS Bravery. Literally, you cannot spell Bravery without ‘avery’. Whether he’s just incredibly stupid, or...well, no that’s probably it, but the lad is always ready to embark into the unknown. All for the sake of knowledge. The boy is curious of just about everything. If something bad happens, well, he’ll deal with it then. Try and try again, or so they say. Things will always work out, somehow.

As far as interaction with people go, Avery’s always up for a chat. Never high-strung, rarely angry, an accurately described as scatterbrained, he makes for a rather laid-back guy. Maybe too laid-back. Not one for cruel words either, this one. If you don’t have anything nice to say… Oh well. Things will always work out, somehow.

History:
It’s odd, really. The sleepy little town of New Bark’s gotten pretty popular ever since the Professor Elm guy moved in. Then again, a renowned pokemon professor is bound to bring some attention. Throw in the whole license thing and it only makes sense. The Pokemon License. Or whatever it’s called. Avery never really had any interest in it, really. That’s not why he was in New Bark. He was just born into it.

Born late, that is. His parents were getting up there. How he even came to be is a miracle. His mother SHOULDN’T have been able to have a kid. But she did. 

Grants 1, Nature 0.

His father was a sailor, though he retired shortly after Grant was born. Mom...well, she doesn’t talk much about what she did.

But enough about THOSE Grants. Ours is much younger. And much less...err...certain about life. Enter Avery. A boy with a carefree life, content with spending his days napping under a tree, or fishing in the lake by the town, or napping by his fishing pole by the lake by the town.

But his latest hobby? Visting Prof. Elm. The man was always full of stories and fascinating facts. He would mesmerize the lad with tales of Pokemon, some true, others not. But what really got to Avery was how passionate the man had been when talking about his research. The only thing that would annoy Avery was when the professor didn’t have an answer to one of his questions. He would become perplexed. Why didn’t the prof know? Elm would answer that nobody had went looking for the answer. Avery would say that somebody should do that. Well, Elm would reply, why not you?

Why not you?

That hit home with Avery. Why couldn’t he find out? Why couldn’t he unlock the secrets of the Pokemon world?

Why couldn’t he be Professor Avery Garfield Grant?

But Lumiose City wasn’t built in a day.

So he was then enrolled in the Pokemon Academy. What good would it be to just dive right into endless research in a lab? He’d have to get out first, stretch his legs and see the world for himself. Maybe learn a thing or two.

Or crash and burn. Oh well. Things will always work out, somehow.

Quirks/Habits/Other:

- Disgustingly Optimistic

- Disturbingly Brave

- Dis...he’s curious. I ran out of D-adjectives.

- Avery’s a tornado. Where there is order, the angel of chaos is sent down from above to disrupt it. Wherever the lad goes, a trail of disorganization follows. *Ahem* He’s got no organizational skills. Don’t gaze into his pack. Something might gaze back at you.

- Tragically terrible at cooking. But the food ends up LOOKING good. Just uh, don’t taste it. Ever.

- Content with sleeping just about anywhere.

- Unlucky.

- Surprising adept at fishing.

- Easily lost. Easily losing things. Basically, don’t let him ANYWHERE NEAR THE DAMN MAP.

- Often gets lost in thoughts or in a book.

- Carries around a small notepad, in which he frequently jots new and interesting facts. SURPRISINGLY neat handwriting and actually legible.

- Oblivious to all but the most obvious social cues. 

Inventory:

- Pokeballs x5

- Potions x3

- Antidote x3

- Pillow x1

- Notepads x3

- Misc. Pencils/Pens x12

- Pokegear with Map/Phone/Radio x1

- Extra Pants x2

- Extra Shirts x2

- Extra Skivvies x3

- $23 in one pocket x1

- $77 SOMEWHERE in that mess of a backpack x1

- Extra-large heavy-duty brown backpack with sleep roll buckled to the top x1

Pokemon:

Blue the Phanpy
Male
Lvl 5
Acquired from Prof. Elm
Pickup ability
Has a quirky nature
Likes to relax

Moves
- Tackle
- Growl
- Defense Curl

Green the Pineco
Male
Lvl 4
Caught on Route 29
Sturdy ability
Has an adamant nature
Capable of taking hits

Moves
- Tackle
- Protect

TL;DR:
Unlucky, Uncoordinated, Untroubled. Loveable oaf with a heart of gold. Path to Pokemon Professorship. 

His color is Orange because he doesn’t like oranges.

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