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Positive
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• Cheerful
• Intelligent
• Caring
• Open-minded
• Adventurous

Negative
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• Rash
• Stubborn
• Insomniac
• Obsessive
• Impatient

[attr="class","mdhappsectit"]history

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His life was pretty normal growing up. He never had any problems. His parents were loving and caring, always wanting him to do great things with his life. Alastair did as he was told when he was younger, getting high marks in school until he eventually went on to get a degree. His parents were proud, obviously. Life was pretty good, but boring. Alastair had always been an adventurer. He loved getting out there, getting his hands dirty, trying to see what all there was to see. He knew even if people thought they knew everything about the world and the universe, they were wrong. There was always something new to discover. That was his goal, and why he worked hard to get a proper education to go after that goal. While he wanted to study the magical creatures known as Pokemon more, he always wanted to study the world itself. How Pokemon responded to the planet, how they ended up in the places they were at, how they evolved over the centuries. It was fun, for Alastair. Given he always had a habit of getting hurt, be it tripping on his face or tumbling down a hill. He was always able to get up and try again. That was why he chose the researching profession. At least with this job, his need to discover the unknown could be met, and with his own Pokemon he could actually get out there and travel the world. it would take work, Alastair realized that. He wasn't the type of guy to just go on out there without being prepared, despite what his hospital bills said.
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How did this desire toe explore start? Well, Alastair had always been one for stories and legends. To him, legends weren't just tales to make children behave or to keep a group camping up at night. They were real. Legends stemmed from somewhere, they had a beginning. He wanted to learn all he could about fabled Pokemon or stories. Including those of the fabled "shadow" Pokemon. Such a thing couldn't exist, could it? After all, the region had been coated in peace for years! Still, Alastair wants to figure it out. Not for glory, not to stop anything. Just to see. Maybe, if the stories he was told as a child were true, then the other stories were true too. Stories about some sort of Pokemon with the DNA of everything. The rumors of birds of fire, of a creature flying in the ozone, of Pokemon few have laid eyes on. If one legend, the legend of his home, is true, then what about the others? It was an exciting thought, a thought that started Alastair on his desire to gain an education and become a professor as fast as possible. If he was a professor, he could study Pokemon in the area more closely and the world around him. What an exciting thought! An adventure was afoot! Of course everything he was told could be a complete lie and actually just stories, but nothing ventured nothing gained!