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Sylvester

As a child Sylvester was incredibly fond of sweatshirts, especially oversized sweatshirts. They were just so amazingly comfortable and great to snuggle in.

Sylvester’s mother owns a pedigreed Glameow that’s always groomed to perfection. Sylvester hates that cat.

Sylvester takes great pains to rein in his temper, and so far the only time he’s completely lost it was a week before he was allowed to move out of his childhood home. What happened next was a verbal fight that could have killed, twice, with Sylvester doing striking than receiving. In the week that followed, he and his father didn’t exchange another word, his mother made halfhearted attempts to play mediator, and his brother had been genuinely terrified.

Uneasy Eden house tensions were finally broken when his father tossed the keys to Sylvester’s quarters onto the coffee table and told him to move out.

Relations with his brother have mellowed out to the point where they can set a date for drinks and small chatter and a couple hours will pass relatively peacefully before the mood starts to sour.

Sylvester will admit to liking those short couple hours over his dead body.

He’s actually not at all fond of the pure vastness of space, so when he finds himself trekking down to the observatory in the wee hours of the night once in a blue moon with a blanket and a sleepy Keel on his heels he has to laugh at the irony of it.

Really enjoys baths. He likes being surrounded by the warmth and how everything is muted and seems to slow down if he ducks down underwater. Bath salts and bubbles are also pretty great.

He bought his brother an expensive chess set for his 30th birthday, had it all neatly wrapped up (with the usual amount of gold and chocolate coins), and then spent an hour pacing in his living room while he was torn between delivering it himself or not. In the end, he sent it through Auroris’s courier system.

Pure silence broken only by the sound of ticking clocks really, really bothers him.

While many people find warmed milk (perhaps with a dollop of honey added in) relaxing, Sylvester dislikes it and finds it nauseating.

If Keel could speak, she would refer to Sylvester as “my intern,” regardless of the fact that he had long since graduated from that.

Keel has a possessive streak stemming from how she feels entitled to anything and everything that Sylvester owns, as her position of oldest Pokemon, and has been known to scare off his guests before by stalking over to him and dropping her head on his lap to glare at the other party.

This may be accompanied by a low hiss and a display of her head feathers if the other party is female.

Keel is half the reason why Sylvester is not yet married.

Sometimes Sylvester pops down to the Factory to take a look at the DNA Bank’s data on Fossil Pokemon for work. He doesn’t particularly like when he has to do this, though, as he finds that it is distressingly easy to get lost in the Factory. It’s certainly interesting enough to explore, but not something that he really wants to spend the better part of 5 hours doing in a very confused and mildly desperate manner.

Patrick

As a child, Patrick was small, a crybaby, and a considerable coward who could almost always be found hiding behind his elder brother and nervously peeking out and around the older boy.

Nowadays you can hardly find any trace of that little boy in the manipulative and imperialistic adult that he’s grown up into. Patrick is used to standing in a high position and getting what he wants, and he’s perfectly fine with twisting you around his finger and squeezing hard where it hurts. He’s really not a man that should be taken lightly, for your own safety.

Patrick takes more after his father than Sylvester does, most likely due to Sylvester leaving the house as soon as he could manage. Apparently the so-called competitive nature of the Researcher Faction was healthier for Sylvester than the atmosphere of the Eden house ever was, although he has no doubts than a truly angry Sylvester would be more like their father than he could ever be.

He is ambidextrous, but favors his left hand over his right.

On his off time Patrick enjoys lounging out on a chaise while watching passable sci-fi movies with a small fruit and cheese platter nearby.

Despite the tensions between him and Sylvester, Patrick is still quite fond of his older brother and more protective of him than he cares to admit. Properly showing this when the elder is awake is a bit of a challenge, though.

Patrick is aromantic—while he may be fond of someone, he never quite develops any romantic attachments to them, nor does he ever feel the need to develop relationships in the romantic sense. There is simply no need for such things, in his mind.

However, he has a rather good sexual drive and has no qualms about bedding either gender if they happen to strike his fancy. It’s not like he ever really wanted anything more than no-strings attached relationships anyway, so all is well.

Patrick is great at remembering names and other small tidbits about people (as they frequently prove as excellent blackmail material), but his face recognition leaves much to be desired if he doesn’t see or have to deal much with you.

Has a healthy appreciation of fine wines and elegant antiques. In fact, generally speaking he possesses an eye for expensive things and a taste for luxurious living.

There are two Pokemon in his possession: a Porygon (Tron) that he’s had since childhood, and a shiny Magneton (Titus) that he got as a graduation gift from his parents.

Tron serves primarily as a back-up server for testing and implementing security systems. As he was owned jointly by the Eden brothers when they were children, there are also educational science programs stored deep in its software.

Titus can separate its three magnets at will, and its programed voice adopts the same regal manner of speaking that Patrick frequently uses.

Patrick actually cares little for battling, but trains Titus nonetheless on a rather rigorous training menu. Due to this, the Magneton can hold up fairly well on its own despite only knowing one damaging move.

Patrick would be more fond of electric Pokemon if there weren’t so many mice in that category. He cannot stand Dedenne or the Pikachu line.

Patrick is allergic to kiwis and latex, and does not work well with dogs.

Sae

So far, Sae has collected 3 additional tags from siblings who didn’t make it through the blast. They’re tucked in a back pocket where they will be safe from further harm.

Sae dislikes putting herself in a situation where the other party thinks that she is below them. Rather, she likes it when they are aware of her capabilities and suitably afraid of them. This is why she despised her job as a barista, but is perfectly happy as a weapons technician and VIP guard.

Within the household, Sae has the best relationship with Father. However, he’s still pretty distant with them all.

When playing rock-paper-scissors, Sae always leads with scissors.

Her favorite types of clothing are those that show off her neck, her back, or her stomach.

She’s actually contemplated getting a piercing for a navel ring, to which Two has been very excited about taking her to the shop that he goes to for all of his own piercings. However, she just can’t seem to make up her mind about it.

Sae, like her elder brothers, completed the bare minimum of required schooling before hopping right into weapons training with the Guardian Faction, which is the general trend down the hierarchy. Only one of the household has expressed interest in continuing with more education, which they just shrugged and allowed after furiously re-balancing their budget.

Sae won a cheap little kaleidoscope at a festival when she was 8 and thought it was the coolest thing ever. It broke after several days because she kept playing with it any chance she had.

The household uses the public baths to bathe, as it is simply impractical to wash all of them in the tiny bathroom at their house. You can find them parading in a line to the bath house with their bathing supplies right on the dot at 8:30 pm.

Due to space issues, the household as a whole owns only three Pokemon. One of them is Sae’s Chimecho, Nadine. The other two are One’s Doublade and Two’s Gengar. All three were gifts from Father.

When the younger kids are signed up for Battle classes, they are lent either Two or Sae’s Pokemon.

As Nadine’s suction cup is occupied with the little fan it carries, it has developed the habit of eerily floating in one spot, probably mimicking the other two Ghost Types. Furthermore, it does not normally chime like other Chimecho do, and it does not ever appear to sleep. Sae’s been told that that sort of behavior was odd for Chimecho and rather creepy.

Doing mandatory patrols in the early days of Guardian training were pretty much on par with Sae’s experience as a barista—for the most part, she loathed it. Although there was definitely a real sense of smug accomplishment when she stopped a miscreant with her fans, especially as the other rookie she had been patrolling with had just dismissed them as “luxury accessories and nothing more.”

While she usually leaves her biggest metal fan in the armory, she makes up for its loss by filling her pockets and other straps with smaller, equally sharp fans. In total, they make up for a pretty significant amount of weight that she totes around on a daily basis.

Before she got Nadine, Two’s Gengar would be sent out to find her whenever she got lost on the ship. Nowadays, Nadine usually just lets her wander around for a bit before guiding her back home.

Bran always wanted to switch places, but Rhys would always get them caught

He needs reading glasses but doesn’t know it

When they were younger Rhys and Bran would swap foods that they didn’t like but the other did

Bran often reads stuff to Rhys when they’re together

He’s been in several previous relationships, but they didn’t last

Rhys’ favorite color is green

He and Bran almost got matching tattoos

He definitely owns a pair of handcuffs not for work

He also does not like tuna salad

Rhys’ favorite fruit is oranges

He thinks apples are gross

The first time he broke his nose was Bran’s fault

He dislocated his shoulder once

Jello weirds him out

He is most comparable to Brutus from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar

Though I could make a case for Macbeth

He gives great piggy back rides

Pancakes > waffles

Bagels > Toast

Fish are friends not food

He doesn’t like caramel

It pulls his fake tooth out

Dogs > Cats

Doesn’t roll up his sleeves because of the scars on his arms

Those also are mostly Bran’s fault

He’s very good at staring contests

He would like to know what ‘real’ dirt feels like

He hangs out in the gardens in his free time

He normally sleeps on his stomach

Lately he’s been sleeping curled up though

He doesn’t show teeth when he smiles

Rhys and Bran are both bed hogs

Sylvester

Sylvester’s inferiority complex towards his younger brother is sort of a bell curve. The height of it was around his last year in university and when said brother was preparing for his exams to higher level secondary courses. It lasted pretty much at that intensity until Sylvester was about a year into his internship in the Paleontology department, and since then it has slowly been on the decline.

He’s still intensely bitter about his shortcomings when compared to the stellar younger Eden, though, and really prefers to keep conversations with or about him as far away from the topic of careers or futures as humanly possible

Sylvester has a habit of buying premium steak cuts every other extra paycheck. Keel tries to wheedle it out of him every extra paycheck, but he has not caved yet.

He’s stupidly attached to the fountain pen that his mother bought him for his 30th birthday, and writes all of his personal correspondence with it. His name is inscribed on the side of it in lovely gold lettering.

He keeps a tiny cactus on his bedside table next to his alarm clock.

Sylvester is a pretty firm believer that coffee in the morning has to be good and strong and black.

He’s more fussy about brands and style than he lets on, a habit that he’s learned in childhood, and generally aims to dress to impress. Dress shirts and suits are custom tailored at the shop his family constantly frequents, and his other shopping is generally limited to a handful of select stores.

Sylvester does not have much of a sweet tooth, but he is rather fond of a good strong peppermint to chew on while he grades papers.

When he was still in school, Sylvester had a habit of chewing on his pencil when contemplating how to answer particularly difficult homework problems. He’s since grown out of the habit for the most part, but every now and then you can find him at his desk lightly gnawing on one end of a red pen as he works.

Sae

Sae was an even tinier tot back in school, but as they say, looks can be deceiving. She did her fair share of bullying when she felt encroached upon, and was very fond of the idea of paying back interest.

She’s still very fond of the idea of paying back interest when she’s been wronged. And she’s very prompt in doing so.

Sae knows enough math to effectively balance the household’s budget every month and frankly that’s really all the math she thinks she’s ever going to need. All those extra courses are just a waste of credits, in her opinion.

The only two people that she is truly terrified of are One and Two, and of the two, the level of total fearful respect that One commands far outclasses the other. They’re close enough to joke with and all that, of course, but when push comes to shove with One Sae will always back down first.

Sae is very fond of cute and elegant formal wear, and she quite adores her VIP job with Patrick Eden because occasionally he will take her along to social functions with him and prepare a dress for her for the occasion. His taste is exquisite, and the pay is great as well, which makes keeping lookout on the fringes while having to mingle with often boring company bearable.

There’s usually always an energy or a protein bar in her pocket, as they are often used as a substitute for an actual proper lunch.

Sae has a very high tolerance to pain, and will often ignore injuries if she’s in the middle of a spar with her siblings. Only when a conclusion is reached will she contemplate whether to give it rudimentary treatment at the armory or to limp off to the hospital wing. She shares this trait with the rest of the household, and it probably drives the hospital staff mad.

She found this kitchen knife set one day while browsing the shopping area and spent a good 10 minutes laughing in the knife section of the store before buying it as a gift for One. He didn’t appreciate her humor, but she and Two practically cried themselves to sleep as they were laughing so hard.

[[I’ll do them all x’33 ehe]]

☤ - self care/first aid habits

Benoit actually carries around all the first-aid essentials. When he’s at work and patrolling, at least. He also has a first-aid kit at home. Usually he tends to, well, tend to himself whenever he gets injured, whether on the job or otherwise. He’ll even go so far as stitch up any wounds himself without asking for any help. More often than not he’s up for helping people, but will never ask or go for help if he needs it.

Oh. as for the self-care...Benoit takes a lot of care of himself. 8'V Being tall isn't exactly all that great, since, for example, his grandfather died young (he was actually taller than Benoit.) So he tries his best to keep a strong heart so he does a ton of cardio *v*9 He also takes a crap ton of care of his hair to keep it as nice as it is. He makes it a habit to bathe once a day, keep his teeth clean, breath fresh, etc. |'D While he's not one to judge in accordance to appearances, he knows many others are so he doesn't like to give people reasons to judge him...Though a lot of people still think he's a girl...somehow. 8'D

☁ - ideal holiday

His ideal holidays are either those where there’s lots of battling going on…or anything that warrants familiar get-togethers. With his family. Nobody else. Like for example, he hates the Day of Camaraderie, but is fine with like, say Christmas or something, because then it’s just his family and there’s not much noise and nonsense going around. He basically just likes the calmer holidays. Where he can either spend his time alone or with those he cares about without problems arising.

❈ - ideal birthday