Hilary is... Unsettling? Unnerving? Something around there; She's pretty weird. She's usually got a flat emotionless expression on her face, and a voice to match it that blurts out deadpan comments. She's generally calm and doesn't have much of a presence, but when she makes herself known it's usually with a joke.
Casually, she has a fondness for puns and humor in general, using it in normal conversation and as a sense of security when she doesn't want to let someone know how she feels. She likes to try to lighten up situations, or use humor to avoid questions or problems she'd rather not deal with. Her alternative to this is falling asleep at will, which can be annoying to most, but she enjoys having the capability to get her out of busywork when she decides to be lazy.
Behind the humor is a calculating mind; Behind her blank expression she's reading your face and responses. While not openly untrustworthy of others unless she deems it necessary to be vocal about it, she tends to not trust others: Relying on her perception of individuals and not allowing outside influences to shift her opinion without good evidence, leading to a better judge of character.
While she'd rather not, her mind is strategic enough to be helpful and provide tactical advice to others, though her humor-tainted delivery can sometimes make things not appear as good of a suggestion as they really are. She'll point out flaws in a joking manner in an attempt to kind of be productive, though there's no promises as it's based on other people's perception of the wording.
Most situations won't crack her exterior, but when annoyed or presented with something she deems a threat, she can become much more cold than usual; And direct in solving the issue at hand that has her mood fouled. She'll give it everything she has when deemed necessary, and won't hesitate to use any tactic open to her to overcome someone else. -BIOGRAPHY-
Hilary pretty much looks like a freeloader living with her older brother, Oussie. The closest thing she seems to a job is tarot card reading, and it honestly doesn't pull in enough money to matter in keeping them afloat. She does take work where she can find it, but she has a difficult time holding down work for long due to her laziness. While her brother has brought up her getting a stable job, he isn't aggressive about it: Causing her behavior to somewhat be unofficially supported.
Their parents had passed in their early twenties, Oussie had gone to college and Hilary hadn't. He had a comfy office job, and she had a comfy at home couch. The passing of their only close-by family hit them hard at first, but it's been enough years that the duo has mostly pushed past it to focus on their lives; Though instead of her old hobbies she's taken to sleeping the days away and not thinking much of the years going by.
Life was just a cycle of reading tarot cards and sleeping for her, it honestly wasn't the most enjoyable life to most but it was the one she chose to keep living rather than do anything about it. This cycle continued until a day she decided to look at the cards for her own guidance; Something she did every now and then, but generally didn't look at.
Her first card was the Tower, upright.
Her second card was the Seven of Swords, reversed.
Her third card was the Four of Cups, upright.
The Tower card represented sudden change and chaos, along with revelation. The Seven of Swords represented someone breaking habits, and facing challenges ahead. The Four of Cups represented reevaluation of one's self. She wasn't entirely sure what to make of the reading, as it sounded urgent to a point she wasn't sure if she could really handle it. She picked up her cards and had decided to go for a walk to think clearly about the reading, in the dead of night.
That night was her first encounter with a Pokemon. Or, a lot of Pokemon. Bats weren't exactly a normal thing for a girl in Seattle, and when taking a shortcut through a dark alleyway leads to a bunch of blue, terrifying bats swooping down at you, you would probably want to bolt out of there too, right?
Their teeth were terrifying: Big fangs, which ended up digging into her shoulder during the chase, distracting her enough to trip and fall onto the concrete below. The girl had thought she was going to get ripped to pieces, but was surprised to hear the bats screeching not for a meal, but in pain: Looking up she noticed they were falling to the ground like flies, but there didn't seem to be anyone around actually doing anything.
Except for some sort of small, green booger creature, which was sort of... Floating there in place smiling at her. She wasn't screaming, at least externally: Inside she was freaking out at processing the situation; Noticing the green blob seemed a bit worried as it stared her way."Don't be scared!"
A voice insisted. Not from the blob, but nobody else was around either, feeding her further into confusion. "Oh, you're confused? I'm in your head!"
This revelation made Hilary scream externally.
The two managed an introduction: The blob was apparently known as Solosis, at least that's what was echoing in her mind: The little thing wasn't sure how it got here, but it also didn't seem to care at all: It was actually quite carefree and oblivious, overall. It wasn't far into their introduction that the Seattle night started getting louder, and filled with panic: She wanted to go to a hospital for the wound that blue thing; A zubat, Solosis informed her, left on her neck.
But she could wrap it up with the medical kit at home. One thing she knew for sure was that she was taking the blob with her: It saved her once, she wouldn't mind keeping it to save her another day. Solosis hadn't protested, either. Admittedly the streets were getting too loud for it's comfort zone anyways, so it tagged along for the moment, seeming amused by the prospect of having a comfy place to stay tonight.
That night had, from that point forward, been mostly uneventful. Hilary did note however, that Oussie never came home. She stayed up for hours with Solosis talking with it, but not gathering much useful information out of the thing at all. Eventually they fell asleep.
Or at least Solosis eventually did, after emptying most of the fridge.
Time passed. Was it a week? A month? She figured the rent was due, but maybe it came directly out of her brother's account: Who still hadn't come back. She had spent what felt like days of time looking for him; Keeping Solosis mostly stuffed inside of a bag while in public, while also going out at night to give the blob some ample opportunity exorcise.
Eventually, they found a place where they could feel at home with other people, rather than being cooped up at home. Actually, it finding them was a better way of putting it. She didn't care too much about keeping Solosis concealed, so when another individual that had tamed a Pokemon approached her, she was introduced into the small, secret system of tamers around the area. She considered it a good place to relax, and continue to get practice with Solosis, so it wasn't bad.
Unfortunately, it looked like this sudden change in lifestyle was going to last awhile. She felt like she hadn't read her tarot cards in forever, and considering the last time she read them this happened? She might just keep the deck stashed away for awhile unless she needs a little cash.