While walking through Pallet Town, Kanto, you stumbled across a boy with mahogany hair that spiked up like a wild Zigzagoon. He wore a smirk, his bushy eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, who are you? You look new, and I, Gary Oak, would never forget a face like that!"

He gave a sarcastic chuckle, but stared daggers into your soul. His black irises glared into you, as they only lit up with a slight monochromatic grey in the sun's rays.