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Cefin spent his childhood catching and raising bug-types in his bedroom, watching every little growth and difference that occurred with obsessive interest. Every day he'd come home from school and run upstairs without taking his shoes off, ready to see how much leaf his baby Wurmples had munched on, or how much more cocoon his Venomoth had shaken off in it's evolution.[break][break]

He was a calm, kind boy - always had mountains of time for pokémon and other people, so aware of his own quirkiness and curiosity with weird things that he'd patiently let others talk about the things they loved, ask them about the hobbies and interests they felt were weird. He'd always been the kind of person who wanted other people to bloom, and perhaps it was his early understanding of the wide varieties of personality in the world that gave him his obsession with differences.[break][break]

Pokémon came in so many shapes, that much was obvious to anybody, but sometimes pokémon of the same shape differed still. An Eevee sporting silver, a jet-black Charizard, an Azumarill in sunshine gold. Even beyond shinies, with a little research, he learnt that the creatures he studied could display other colour-altering traits: albinism, melanism, or even pokémon who changed colour based on their diets or homes.[break][break]

While he kept up his friendships and studies in equal footing, Cefin always forgot himself. Hair a little unkempt, clothes unironed, never enough time to dust things or do the dishes. He'd always move on with a smile, though - wrinkles in clothes could be worn out with enough body heat, dishes didn't need to be done if you survived uni with paper plates, instead. Haircuts? Only got in the way of potential break-throughs! Time that would have been spent sat at a barbers could be spent studying, learning, discovering.[break][break]

During the time he spent researching for his thesis on the genetics of non-standard colours of pokémon, Cefin spent long weeks and months stationed out in the complete wilderness with little but plain foods that lasted long amounts of time, some old sweaters and a portable forest-camouflage hideaway. Perfectly happy to watch wild pokémon in their natural habitat - and leaning heavily into it after the death of his sister - Cefin found his calling in the world of genetics.[break][break]

Now owning a PhD in ecological genetics, Cefin teaches the occasional class for biology students and has even appeared in some documentaries as an on-scene specialist. Even now, with busy Hoenn at his backdoor and a niece back in his life after years of the odd postcard between busy getaways, Cefin remains largely unchanged from the child he once was. Quiet, calm, kind, admittedly lacking in social interaction. When he gets back to his apartment, he still rushes to check on his pokémon before taking off his shoes.[break][break]