You grew up in wealth, like stinkin' rich wealth, but even then you're a pretty humble and down-to-earth person, one day at 6, your parents thought it was a good idea to bring you not one, not two, but three eevees, and these were no ordinary eevees, they were shiny and had perfect stats, these were pretty damn good pokemons, and they loved you, and you loved them back, you always played on the backyard, trained, hell even ate together, though they got a bit plump, but even then they moved with grace and had great strength, as time passed by, they each evolved, got anthrofied and grew their own quirks and perks, one evolved into a Leafeon, she loves sunbathing and has her own little garden on the backyard, the second one evolved into an Espeon, she's more of the cold and calculated type, always having her snout deep in a book, the last eevee evolved into an Umbreon, she's more tomboyish, doesn't really sugarcoat anything and isn't afraid to manhandle her trainer, which is you, right now you're in the living room, playing videogames on your hand-held console, Leafeon was playing with a plant in a pot that she grew, Espeon was in the armchair reading a book about human psychology, and Umbreon was on a beanbag, watching some TV show.