T-059

 

The twins came of age and seemed to drift apart. Small things escalated to full blown discussions that lead to fights. Jason had the advantage physically, being far broader than his twin and working to improve on that, but Damien was far more cunning and quick on his feet. More often than not his father would have to break the fights, neither seemed to be a match quite yet to their old dad, and mom would come in to put them both back in their place. It came to the point neither could stand the sight of the other, and with a heavy heart for his parents and younger siblings, Jason moved out first. 

 

He tried a couple of jobs through his adult life, starting in small companies to being head manager in others. He had the brains, he had the studies and he had the skills for well paid positions in renowned companies and all but he knew he didn't want to spend his life behind a desk. He worked hard on his mind and body, it brought him peace and made him, in a strange way, feel closer to home. Little did he know that home would come back knocking one eventful evening. It had been while since he saw his family, with the nothing seemingly growing stronger and larger, it made it hard for people to travel as often. Yet, that night, as Jason opened the door to his little house, he faced the towering figure of his father, he seemed.....taller than before....and....scruffier? It took Jason a second to realize what happened, it looks like his dad did what many had been doing these past couple of years, he fused with a Nera. It was a relatively recent advancement in the whole TD technology when Jason re-encountered his father, he wasn't too shaken up about it though, it really suited his father to be half actual Beartic now. He made the now even taller man walk in, he knew his dad came with news, possibly bad. The night was long, he caught up with his family's news and about the loss that brought his father all the way to Jason. His grandmother, the last remaining McCain that took care of the family business up in Wintervale, had passed a few days ago. Mason came all the way here to inform his son of her passing but also to bring him back to the funeral and all, a very him thing to do, delicate and personal news like this couldn't be said through the phone or email. 

 

It had been years, far too long, since he last saw his whole family together. He walked into his family's house, to see just how much everyone had changed. He looked around in awe, everyone seemed to have fused with a Nera, very fitting pokemons as well. His mom welcomed him back, a Houndoom, just like dad, perfect match. His siblings, now not so small, jumped to his arms in glee, each with their own Nera, it was a little strange to be the only human looking individual. His uncles greeted him with sad smiles, their broken hearts spoke volumes, everyone on dad's side went with a bear huh? Of course, Jason was not surprised. His brown eyes landed on a lean figure by the corner, the shadow's burning red eyes seemed to try to burn Jason's soul, ah, Damien is here too. At least he came, Jason thought, he had a moment were he figured his twin wouldn't even show up, but that might've just been his resent talking. 

 

After the funeral, after everything, even after a couple of weeks, Jason was still at his family's home. He had a long talk with his uncles and father, he knew none of the older men could carry on tending for the Stantler and Sawsbuck back in Wintervale, and trying to sell them would just feel wrong, his grandma loved them with all her heart and tend to them for as long as she could. Jason was not going to let that just die away. It was easy for Jason to leave everything behind once again, if he was being honest, he didn't have much to hold on to to begin with. He was looking for a way out of what became a mundane life, he wanted more, he knew there was more, and even if the circumstances were not what he would've wanted, he knew that this was his way out. He alone decided to venture up north to the cold mountains, to learn from his past, to carry on his family legacy, and to find a new passion, sube even to find himself between all the chaos and snow.

After three years of intense winters, rough nights, long hours of practice, training and studying, Jason is now the new handler of the wild life by his family's property., focusing mainly on Stantler fusions, as he has learned how to coexist with them, how to train them and how to use them to aid people in need. Funny enough, he has actually found a new little interest whilst working hard on his new tasks. He has found himself being a part time model, something really out of his field of comfort, but something he thoroughly enjoyed. He has worked hard on his looks, on his body, overall on himself, it's actually kinda nice to be able to showcase his earnings like this. He still remains as the only McCain to not have fused with a Nera, although through his littler adventure in the snow, he might be considering changing that....

Trivia:

 Jason thoroughly enjoys being a model, he won't say it out loud or too often, but he does.
 Legitimately loves spending as much time with his and other wild Pokemon as he can.
 Shamelessly likes to train out in the snow without a shirt, until he catches the flu, but dammit he will not stop.
 Jason is really good at building....almost anything. He has made it his mission to bring the McCain home back to it's glory.
 Jason actively tries to remain as busy as he can to not wallow on what ifs from his past.
 Jason has a really good memory.
 he may or may have not broken a certain Alolan Meowth's arm.