Post by Hyacinthe Blanc on Mar 23, 2016 16:22:51 GMT
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biography Born one cold winter day to a geologist father and a seismologist mother, Hyacinthe was originally brought into a loving family. At least, that was what he would like to think. He does not remember much from his childhood, though he distinctly remembers his fourth birthday, or rather Christmas day since his family decided it would be easier to merge the two. His parents were often busy with their work, and he was often juggled back and forth between grandparents. Yet, that birthday, both of his parents managed to make it to his birthday/Christmas. It was that birthday that he received a dark brown and blue egg that soon hatched into his faithful companion, a Drilbur that he named Percer. However, after that day, he began to notice a strange rift in his parents. They busied themselves in their work, rarely finding the time to spend time with him. Whenever they were in the same room together, the air was tense, thick enough that he felt like he was choking. At the time, he hadn't noticed the look in their eyes every time they managed to make eye contact. He hadn't noticed the nights his mother would come home disheveled or the long periods of time where his father wouldn't even set foot within the house. He was seven when their divorce was announced. His father moved out, and a strange man moved in to replace him. The stranger ignored Hyacinthe, and, as little boys do, Hyacinthe turned to pulling cruel pranks on him, be it out of a desire for attention or a festering hatred that formed ever since he laid his eyes on his mother's new boyfriend. His only breath of air were the weekends spent with his father. His father was a busy man, and he settled for taking his son to work with him rather than leaving him home alone with a Pokemon. His father's workplace was like a playground to him, and Hyacinthe quickly became enamored in his father's work. When his father grew tired of answering his endless supply of questions, he would sit his son down in a corner with one of his textbooks. Read this. If you read every last word and still have questions, then come to me. The book lasted him three months since he was not allowed to take it back with him. His teachers wondered where he had managed to improve his reading comprehension and vocabulary so fast, and he would simply grin at them. He was nine when his mother's boyfriend raised a hand to him. The welt on his cheek was obvious, a mixture of red and purple and bulging with its swelling. His father, outraged, filed a lawsuit to give himself full custody of Hyacinthe. In the meantime, he was placed in foster care since authorities wanted to ensure his safety. He hated it. There was nothing to do, the foster parents had too much on their hands to bother with him, and bullying picked up at school as soon as word got out that Hyacinthe was in foster care. His father won the case. He was taken out of school. His father decided that it would be in both of their best interests if Hyacinthe was home schooled. His job kept him from being home a lot, and he traveled often. It would be easier if he could just take Hyacinthe with him, and that was exactly what he did. His 'schooling' consisted of pouring over his father's textbooks and journals, learning the information inside and out. He only ever bothered with other subjects whenever his father handed him the material for them. It was his father who made 'workbooks' for him, but often he would just print out worksheets online, usually only when he was too busy to spend any time on them. At sixteen, his father fell ill. Hyacinthe began helping him with his research to ease the stress on his shoulders, yet even that could not help his father. He was in and out of the hospital before he passed away on Hyacinthe's birthday. His official birthday, not Christmas day. His father's employer requested that Hyacinthe remain with them. He would be allowed to keep all of his father's researcher and belongings, and he would be ensured employment. He was only seventeen. He shouldn't have such an important job without an official GED or even an actual degree. Yet, they insisted. He obliged. He was twenty when someone approached him while he was doing field work. He was offered a position in Team Flare. Team Flare? He hadn't heard of them before. Yet, the pay they were offering was better than he was currently getting. He was reluctant to leave the company that had kept him fed with a roof over his head after his father's death, yet he was ready for a change. He accepted the offer, and he became one of the scientists within Team Flare. Three years and an evolved Percer later, Team Flare crumbled to the ground. Lysandre's dreams perished with the project, and Hyacinthe found himself unemployed. He did not have to worry for too long before he was approached yet again, this time by old colleagues who wanted do something more. Why not? It wasn't like he had much to lose at that point, other than his own life and Percer. They tempted him with mineral found deep within Kalos, one that even his father hadn't researched yet. In the pursuit of knowledge, he did things he never would have done before. He had never seen Pokemon as tools, yet they quickly became test subjects in his mind as he delved deeper into his research Ebonite. He soon found himself in a position higher than he had been able to achieve in Team Flare, and he found himself in charge of a mine and the device specifically used for closing the hearts of Pokemon, with the addition of a Gengar and Eelektross who had the privilege of being some of his first experiments. He wouldn't have it any other way. pokemon
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