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ALVA NOX FAUNUS

History

Alva was born to a very wealthy couple in the Kalos, business wo/men who earned their social status and wealth through family rather than hard work, and were hardly paragons of virtue back in their day. Born sickly and weak, the brunette's parents attempted to do everything they could to keep their heir and only son alive and healthy – their solution being keeping him locked indoors, isolated from anything but his parents, his tutors, and more doctors than he could count on his stubby little fingers. While a weak immune system would grow stronger in time, that was about the only thing that changed in his life in those early years. Every morning was a medical examination, followed by hours upon hours of consecutive tutoring, taught by the best that his parent's wealth could possibly buy. And, while being smarter than children his age were and being fluent in about four other languages by the time he finally got out of that horrible estate was nice and all, a child can only handle so much before he begins longing for the company of peers. Having an obsessive mother constantly breathing down his neck and reminding him that his best was just never good enough did nothing to make him want to stay, either.

When a simple dislike for his life at home turned into fits and tantrums – panicking – his father had the idea to send him to his uncle's home in the country for a week or so, hoping that the more charismatic man would have a better idea when it came to raising unruly children. While it took many days of consideration (read: fighting), they finally convinced his mother to allow him the chance to get out of the home. The day they dropped him off in front of the dead beat's beaten trailer was a day the boy would never forget: it was the day that opened more opportunities than his mind can even begin to fathom. Where his parents were stiff, structured, and seemed heartless at times, his uncle was laid back, carefree, and always knew how to have a good time. Alva was anything but comfortable during his first few days there, but the remaining five of the week were enough to start breaking him out of the shell he'd formed and cause him to throw a violent fit when his father tried to bring him back home. After months of consideration (read: fighting), he finally got what he wanted: the choice to live with his parents or his uncle. The obvious choice was the later, and the one he made.

The poor old man wasn't exactly the best role model, however. Dropping out of high school and cutting ties with Alva's grandparents, the term “dead beat” certainly fit. He was an alcoholic, drinking nights away, and took the boy to casinos and bars by slipping an extra tip and some nice words to anyone who questioned what a teenager was doing sitting on a stool in the corner. The greatest lesson the older of the two taught, however, was that it was all about self expression. It didn't matter what his nephew wanted to be – what mattered was that he achieved it, and felt good about getting there. When the boy wanted to dye his hair green, his guardian let him. When he said that he liked the way girls' clothes looked on him just as much as boys' clothes, his guardian bought him as many dresses and skirts as he wanted. When he announced that he didn't want to be tied down to his parents anymore, that he wanted to make his own fortune by traveling the region and competing in contests, there was nothing but support and pride that radiated from the pot bellied man. It was with a Skitty that the brown-eyed fool hit the road to never return, and that day, he swore he would not come back until he had something that would make his uncle proud.

Pokemon contests, however, did not turn out to be his thing. Not only were contests incredibly few and less popular in his home region, but he was so bad at them that he was always kicked out before even making it to the second round. Years passed as he tried and tried to get better, to win just one ribbon, but as mother always said, his best just wasn't good enough. Broken up, he cast his empty ribbon case aside. Instead, he tagged along with Team Flare, a group who wanted to make the world a more beautiful place on the inside and out; while their methods were less than thrilling, bending the rules wasn't nearly as bad as breaking them, and Mr. Faunus found himself fitting in perfectly.

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