A Story blog featuring an original character in the Pokemon Universe: ~ ETHAN UNKEN. ~

Once a promising young trainer, now a huge Pokefan who adores EVERYTHING Pokmeon. Struggles to reclaim his dreams of becoming aTrainer after enduring a horrible accident.           rules / about ~Please read Rules/About for interaction guidelines.~ penned by martyin, 21+

Ethan would be embarrassed to admit it, but... He hasn't had the chance to battle with anyone that weren't family in some way. His family is large, with uncles, aunts, and numerous cousins. "Practice battles" are a frequent activity the family engage in. Most of the time, these "practice battles" are patient, gentle, and used entirely as teaching moments.

Once a true competitive feeling is awoken within the family though, Ethan almost always loses. Especially after losing his starter Pokemon and raising a new baby Pokemon instead. The sad truth is that he is simply not very quick or confident in his decision making, making Ethan a poor beginner battler. Initially, he'd been assured that his skills would improve, "Keep practicing and researching, you will get the hang of it!"

If there is one hobby that Ethan is most embarrassed about, it would be gardening.

Tending to flowers, vegetables, fruit trees, and tons of berry's in his family's large backyard is a chore assigned by his parents. Though with his mother being too eager to help him, the 'chore' turned into a bonding activity. Ethan loves the time spent with his mother, the edible foods that he gets to eat and share with his family, and the berry's that he helps grow for their Pokemon. Even the simple joy of playing in soft dirt had never escaped him, even as he began to enter his teenage years.

Ethan felt this every time he left his house. Whether sitting in the backyard, or visiting an entirely new city. Something was watching him, yet he couldn't tell if this feeling was borne from nonsense or indicating any danger.

"..Umm... I..." The thought was jarring, and left his mind reeling and scrambling a bit, cheeks tinting pink with hints of shame. Then he shook it off, regathering himself.

"No one! Nobody! Jeez... Dumb question..." The teen scoffed, until the silence fell and immediately he felt too suffocated with his swimming thoughts. "I mean... I know it probably looks bad if you think about what my whole family did..."

Ethan scoffed again, though the noise sounded far more forced. "Like- my whole family aren't famous or anything, but they did a LOT of stuff. All of 'em got badges. Some of 'em even managed to battle the Champion! A-and, my uncle..." His gaze felt to the side, "He's like- a genius researcher, making life better for Pokemon. So is my cousin. And- even my lazy brother! He sleeps all the time! Seriously, he sleeps more than his Slakoth, and he STILL got almost half way through the Elite Four...

"That's a nice one." Ethan stated his approval of her answer to fill the silence that fell while he thought about which evolution stone he'd personally pick, pondering deeply as the boy was evidently putting a lot of thought into the answer.

"I... I think I'd choose... the Moon stone." He decided with a final nod, "Cuz it's cool- Um, all the stones are cool, actually, but- I like the sky, and I like it when it's night the most." His gaze tilted skyward, light silver eyes squinting as the suns indirect rays easily pierced through his brighter colored eyes, "The stars are pretty... and the moon never hurts you for lookin' at it."

All of these factors help to isolate the city, along with most residents themselves. Although Blackthorn City is not a small mountain town by any means, many families have lived in the mountains for generations and grown accustomed to the isolation. Outsiders were not always welcome, depending on the interviewed resident.

He often wonders what he would've accomplished if the accident had never happened. Wonders how far he would travel, how many Pokemon he'd see, how many badges he'd successfully collect. But these accomplishments weren't a dream of his, they were a mere checkbox to fill in an effort to match the accomplishments of the rest of his family. His friends. And even neighbors.