You were very organized with time for your age, knowing how to perfectly create a schedule and manage your time with little to no reminders. You also found the time to dye your hair a blue gradient, starting at the roots and ended with your natural blond-ish color at the tips. You also had excellent leadership skills, despite your beliefs on time and your hot-blooded personality and boldness. You also inherited a neck ring and a long blue coat that was passed down to you, the items coming from one of your ancestors who went by “Adaman”.

You had a little Dialga toy in your room, sitting on your desk in your bedroom. Your hot-blooded nature often led to you getting into conflicts with your peers. You also couldn’t play any instrument to save your life, no matter how hard you tried—or how much time and effort you put into it.

You were currently sitting on a cliff edge, looking at the view of your hometown as the sun slowly set in the background. Your Leafeon was curled in your lap, looking at the view with you as it nipped at a leaf it found. Your camp area was set up neatly as the only noise was the sound of your campfire crackling in the background.

Your Leafeon’s ears eventually twitched and it looked up from the leaf, having heard something. It looked over your shoulder and began barking at something approaching. Looking over your shoulder, you see a man dressed oddly, his hair dyed the same way as yours and he had a Leafeon at his side who was looking at yours curiously. He had the same neck ring and blue coat you were currently wearing—and it wasn’t long before he spoke up.

“Ah, am I interrupting anything?” He asked, looking around your campsite curiously.