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you don't remember much from your childhood. you remember being shuffled around in the system for a while, feeling a little lost and confused. you didn't really belong anywhere, and a couple of the mean girls from the public school you were sent to in your first foster homes were mean; said you wouldn't last long and your 'parents' would soon get bored of you and send you back.
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you remember feeling indescribable pain and betrayal when they were right. you tried so hard to prove them wrong. you remember, vaguely, that you were three years old when your parents were killed. you didn't really remember them, specifically though, so you really don't know how to mourn. you don't really know what you're supposed to mourn.
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you think that that's why you were such a troubled child. the system kept your given name - bronwen llewelyn. but that name doesn't mean anything to you anymore, not really. it belonged to your parents, and you don't remember them. maybe that's a little heartless, but when you find yourself in yet another home, you persuade them to call you something else.
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you're adopted by the silph family young. you're maybe six or seven, but you don't recall very clearly. it's been so long and you ended up staying. it was nice.. at first.
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the silph's are rich. they listen to you though, but maybe just to keep you quiet and obedient. you asked them to call you stormy, so they do. only the staff sometimes slipped up, and because you took on the rich kid status, you were mean. you still are, to be honest.
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you remember there being another girl around your age, maybe a little bit older. her name was eve, and you were bonded like sisters. although contrasted in appearance, you two were two peas in a pod. she was the best friend and sibling you never had but always wanted. you'd never found this kind of companionship in another person before. it was nice.
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unfortunately, eve was like a puppet. she did whatever she was told, and you were a little more rebellious. you wanted freedom, you didn't like being dressed up and told to act a certain way. but eve.. eve was so complacent and pretty and perfect. she was the star child. the precious one. the baby. you were just.. second best. your parents treated you well, but you weren't the focus of their efforts. they were grooming eve for something bigger apparently.
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this changed you a little bit. although you were always aggressive and bullheaded and gutsy, you quickly learned what it meant to be envious. you suddenly decided more than anything in the world that you wanted to be perfect. eve's pretty blonde hair and blue eyes were all anyone could talk about, other than the kid who had gone missing.
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oh that's right. you had a brother too, stormy. your brother's name is fernando, and both you and eve were his replacements. except, then he came home and took back his position as the pedestal baby. you were almost sad that eve wouldn't be the next heir.. except.. she wasn't upset at all. in fact, it looked like she was relieved.
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you ruined your relationship with her over it, you know. you were so enraged and hateful that your sister had never wanted to be babied and adored and groomed and loved for being the next heir to the company. you thought she was ungrateful, selfish even. you had wanted what she had so fucking badly, and she didn't even tell you she didn't want it?
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you stopped talking to her not long after fernando came home. you barely even talked to him. your mood swings and temperamental attitude caused your parents to try and woo you back into their good graces with pretty things. jewelry, new dresses, the like. you weren't interested, however. as soon as you turned ten years old you left on your journey. mom and dad gave you a castform as another attempt to make you love them again.
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but the stupid pokemon was just as awful as your adopted family was. it seemed to have bonded with you on an emotional level, even though you did nothing but neglect and ignore it. it adored you more than anything in the world, followed you like a lost baby chick. it mimicked your every emotion, attempting to be you. other people thought it was cute, but it was like having your every thought be public. you hate that thing.
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you did, eventually, come home from your journey though. i think deep down you missed the home you had once loved, even though your anger and your bitterness festered even more due to the fact that your perfect parents had, in the past, been mourning the absence of their son. they probably hadn't had their full heart into raising another child. they had wanted their perfect son back.
[break][break]but, once he returned, both you and eve were put back on the shelf. you know your parents meant well, and that they loved you.. but you couldn't help but believe that - just like your previous homes - you were only ever going to be temporary.
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you grew up to be the same self-loathing, sad little girl. but you grew to be beautiful and charismatic. you learned, to an extent, how to channel your emotions and hide them from the public. you figured out how to pretend to be what people wanted to see, although you had been taught this by your parents. they had groomed you to be this way, after all, you had just fallen off the path they had given you.
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when you were old enough to join the league, you threw yourself into your work. you vowed to be better and stronger and more capable than your siblings. sure, you had your own vendetta and your own selfish reasons, but you were pretty damn good at what you did. but you do know this - you're fearless.
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its how you ended up wrestling a wild rapidash into submission. you were told, specifically, not to hunt it down. that it was wild and rampant and unstable. it had been injured in a poaching incident. or at least that was the description on the file. the league had been helpless in the situation and had called for the pokemon to be put down. you refused to accept this, believed that you could do better, be better.
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your equally wild and unstable spirit seemed to match his own. you got burned, of course you did. but you both came out alive and different beings than you had been before. you two had a bond, unlike anything anyone had ever seen in a while. or at least, that's what you said to people. you were a bit a braggart, you know.
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you're still bitter though, even to this day. eve had dropped off the radar, despite your attempts to outdo her in everything she could do. you don't know where she's gone, but you've decided to stick around to prove something to fernando.. or rather to yourself. you won't admit it but you're still struggling with your pride. the name stormy really suits you.
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you weren't home when saffron was overtaken. you were away on a personal mission or journey, but all of that was irrelevant in the moment you reached for your buzzing phone and saw fernando's face light up. you hesitated to answer it, you could feel the air be sucked out of your chest. he never called. something happened.
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he told you that your parents were dead. that team rocket had stormed saffron city and taken over silph co. the entire region was in danger and fernando hadn't even been home in time to see it. he had some excuse, but you weren't listening. you heard him say something about plans to get to hoenn. that he had called your other siblings to let them know. had he even apologized? you can't remember. you're too angry and blinded by grief to remember.
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you follow fernando to the hoenn region. you haven't been able to locate him yet, but its mostly because you don't have the heart to pick up the phone and dial. you're too upset. you blame him for your parents' deaths, even if it isn't his fault. deep down you know this, but you refuse to admit it to yourself. if he had never come home, mother and father wouldn't be gone. the company wouldn't be run by criminals.
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you've been in hoenn for almost a year now. time has flown by. you don't really know what you've been doing. it's been a blur. you're still grieving painfully, even though you also don't believe you had the right to. you didn't leave on very good terms last time you'd spoken to your mother and father.
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slateport was under attack. you weren't there for that, either. you're killing yourself over it. you should have done something, but you were too late. you're always too late. the city is now under the control of team rocket. it's like saffron city all over again, and the weight in your chest just keeps on expanding.

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