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"i was born but wasn't raised"

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twenty seven

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male/male

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unknown, Orre

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trainer

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barkeep

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neutral

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Evan's appearance is, to say the least, unusual. It wasn't on purpose it just sort of wound up this way over time. A piercing here and tattoo there, this hair cut and then that one until he settled on his side shave, it was all a lot of trial and error and accumulation of things over the years that led to him looking the way he does today. He honestly adores it!
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If one can look past the physical adornments he's not much of a stand out, slim, athletic at best. His attire is incredibly mundane compared to the rest of them, simple tank tops of t-shirts paired with jeans and whichever shoes ended up on his feet first. He doesn't think too much about the rest of his appearance as it's not what most people focus on anyway. Not to mention who has time for that while traveling?

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Have you ever heard the stories of traveling storytellers or bards, their whimsical tales and jolly natures, almost always something a little silly but from all those travels they so often come bearing bottomless wells of wisdom? Well if you have then you've heard something Evan connects with dearly, he often feels just like the joyous traveler, always telling stories but never his own and always far more grand than himself. He is, undeniably a joyous traveler, a silly storyteller, perhaps a bit of a bard in his own right even though perhaps one that goes a bit against the grain. He does not fall the stereotype once you walk past that jolly vibe.
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Evan is easily seen as a little bit eccentric, he's almost always going against the grain and when encouraged to do otherwise brushes it off with a jolly little nope. Perhaps it's a side effect of never really having constant companionship most his life, he's always been left to his own devices. This is likely made worse in most people's eyes by the fact he enjoys messing with people, he's quite the little prankster and while nothing he does is intended to cause harm not everyone takes kindly to it.
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Generally Evan is a sweet and patient man, helping out whoever crosses his path. His temperament is admirable, even the most difficult of people will find a formidable foe in him. Perhaps that is because he himself is a little difficult as well, he is stuck in his ways and not keen on budging. Once he sets a goal he is not deterred easily and will often stop at nothing to get it. This has on occasion brought trouble upon him as he has little issue with breaking certain rules and laws and pushing the moral and ethical boundaries to get what he wants, after all, no one has ever been there to give him anything, his only option has always been finding a way to do it himself. Though even then he is not afraid to admit his wrongs and do what he must to compensate for the transgression.
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Except jail, he's more likely to jump ship to another region for a little while than deal with being in a box for that long.

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You recall being on the streets, somewhere in this region of Orre but you do not recall any other beginning of your life. You don't remember any family or friends or anything of that nature beyond the name you go by. Evan, you chose Fader one day but you don't remember why. There is no real beginning to your story it simply began, it picks up in the middle of things but it never goes back to explain how it began.

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Not to say you haven't tried, you have, a lot. Orre is disorganized, it's records unreliable. You've traveled to the other regions in hopes they could tell you something but none has found any records of someone like you. A stray with no beginnings, only their first name. You seem to be an unusual case and sadly you may never know what left you like this.

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You cope with it well enough, weaving tall tales to explain your beginnings. One day you were abandoned and raised by a pack of poochyena, another your mother and father were trampled by a herd of tauros and you were left to raise yourself, sometimes it's something even more outlandish like your parents being kidnapped by a bunch of kinglers and taken off into the sea while you were left on the beach all alone. Everyone knows they're not the truth but you'll talk like they are until you get bored of the story.

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In this way you've weaved a web around yourself, you've turned yourself into a mysterious oddity no one quite understands. Some find you unsettling, you a mystery they cannot take apart and make sense of. People fear the unknown and that is certainly what you are, even to yourself. You patiently wait for them to get used to it just like you have. Or perhaps that is part of the problem, you are so unbothered by your own lack of a beginning that people cannot wrap their heads around it. The lack of family does not bother you because you do not recall having one to begin with, you do not miss home because the concept of such is something you've never felt.

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Most of your life has been spent going from one place to another, you've gone everywhere. You've stowed away on ships that took you to other regions, you've explored forests and ruins you were told not to enter, you've stolen diving gear to take you to the bottoms of lakes and rivers and oceans. If nothing else can be said for your life, the oddity that it is, it would be the fact that you feel you have lived it to its fullest. You have walked through the dangers, beaten and battered but still breathing, you've spent countless nights beneath stary skies and laughed when dawn broke on the horizon.

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Along your journey's you've picked up some wayward souls, pokemon that you helped and soon found clinging to your heals. You've kept them with you, the only steadfast companions you've ever really had. They're a hodgepodge group but they're your's.

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Some time ago you made your way back to Orre again, you were going about the region and in doing your little odd jobs to get by as you always did you stumbled upon an old man who owned a small place in Phenac. He neither called it a bar nor a club he thought it nothing more than a watering hole, hence its name. You worked there for a spell as a bartender, something you had picked up over the years. It was nothing more than a passing thing, until he informed you he anticipated dying soon. This was a surprise, a little disappointing as he was a kind old man but honestly what did it mean for you?

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He had no living family, no children, no anything, you were the only of his employees that did more than give him a passing hello and treat him well for their pay check. You respected and treated him well, with no one else to leave the Watering Hole to, he left it to you.

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And now here you are, a fixture in Phenac in charge of an old watering hole left to you by an old man you barely knew who's only wish was for it to not be closed down after he died. Perhaps this is the beginning you've been looking for? Or is it the middle? Or just part 3? You haven't decided yet.

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