T-237: Amos Flint

Total AXP: 10

Alley cat +5

Nunki learns Will O Wisp +5

Pokémon:

Nunki

Personality:

Tidy – Passionate – Loyal
Awkward – Sensitive – Neurotic

Calling Amos a neat freak would only be half true, because he actually despises spending time on cleaning his home. He just hates the alternative more. In contrast, he likes to shower and maintain an apperance. He will joke that his cleanliness is a work injury from when he worked as a cleaner to afford living while he tried to make it as a writer, but it is propably more likely that he subconciously tries to mask the internally messy person he thinks he is.

He very often gets engulfed by his interest, whether it be writing, taking notes for upcoming story ideas, his amateur astronomer hobby, or whatever has currently caught his attention. He can rant away for hours with the right topic, and when struck by inspiration, he forgets to eat or sleep untill his body riots.

Since friends are a rare event to Amos, he cherishes the ones he has, and they can always count on him for help. Mainly because he thinks he has no other qualities that would make his friendship worth anything.

Amos is that kind of guy who looks mildly constipated or sad most of the time. He likes to maintain a refined air about himself in public, but it is not his true nature, so it usually shatters the second he has to interact with something or someone. Being socially inept coupled with some weird interests and a morbid sense of humor makes it hard to make friends even if he tries, and as much as he needs to be around other people to stay sane, he quickly gets tired, and so he often naps.

He feels everything strongly, is slightly paranoid in certain rooms, can cry over music, and blushes around pretty girls. His demanor is gentle and polite by default, and he does not like conflict, but if pushed to the edge, there is a darkness inside him that will flare up and deal with the situation in a less than favorable manner. He is not proud of this at all.

Thanks to bad short-term memory and a brain that seems to take delight in tormenting him, Amos often does things like double checking that the door is locked, stove is off and fridge is closed before going out or to bed. He whistle when he locks the door to remember it better.

Extended history:

Amos was born and raised in Wintervale, and was a perfectly normal boy, except for one thing that would end up shaping his entire person; He was timid and scared of many things. From being seperated from his mom at the daycare and making friends, to thunderstorms and being in the laundry room of his own home.

His father, who was a very hard man, did not approve of having such a weak willed son, but also did not understand how to properly help him tackle these issues. His solution was to expose him to all those scary things in order to harden him; Showing Amos horror movies, letting him sleep with no night light and taking every opportunity to push him out of his comfort zone. To try and to make up for his father's treatment, his mother and grandparents coddled him, so he had a very confusing childhood. Amos did indeed end up becoming more desensitised, but not in a way his father intended. As a way to cope with the exposure of all these scary things, Amos became fascinated with them instead.

He cultivated his new interest as he grew older by reading scary stories on his own, and later on the internet. Once, his school held a writing competition, and he won first place, which sparked a fondness for writing and a new way to channel the horrors in his head.

Since he was unable to make any friends in school or bond with a Pokémon, he spent his time buried in books and studied hard with the goal to become an astronomer. Though, even if he got far enough to finish university, his grades were not good enough, so he took a sabbath year, trying to figure out what he wanted. This was only possible with the aid of his parents, his mother gladly letting him live in the house for free, but his father gave him the ultimatum that they would only support him for a year, and then he would have to be on his own.

When half of the year had gone and Amos still had not figured out himself, his father revealed to him that he had secretly been sending all of his stories and poems to different newspapers, competitions and blogs, with mostly positive reviews, and one of them had just that day sent a letter that they wanted one of his stories published in their magazine.

Completely overwhelmed by this gesture, Amos immediately took a risk and started to write a whole novel. Of course, he did not finish it before the end of the year, and he had an agreement with his father, so he took work on the side as a cleaner here and there, just to stay afloat. Finally, after what felt like ages, the book was done, but despite sending it to multiple publishers, no one wanted it. At first, Amos was crushed, but decided there was nothing he wanted to do more, so he simply started on another novel. He took one of his old short stories and turned it book-sized, and found a better part-time job at the reception of Wintervale's museum.

Then. One publisher contacted him. Not a very large firm, but one with a more artistic vision. They wanted to publish Amos's story and make a contract with him for a second book.

It was only a week after this that the Nothing came and ruined everything. In the first period where everyone were frightened and in the unknown about this new phenomenon, Amos went back to live with his parents, but once more knowledge about the weird fog had been uncovered, he returned to his own appartment as to not burden his parents. He stayed indoors as often as he could – which was not a whole lot more than usual – terrified of the disasters that started to follow in the wake of the fog. Having no Pokémon of his own, there was nothing he could do to help, and that feeling of uselessness started to grow and gnaw at him from the inside.

Then, after Groudon's attack, it was as if the universe sent him a partner. A Skitty+Litwick fusion had suddenly begun to prowl around his appartment building for food, looking rather scrawny. For some reason, Amos felt brave enough to approach the kitten, at least enough to put some food out for it each day. And each day, they became a little more trusting of eachother, until one evening, the kitten literally floated through the wall and into his appartment. It had happened so fast, but it felt so right somehow, and so after that day, they were a team. A team, who – fueled by eachother with a weird kind of courage – could set out with all the other trainers in their attempts to stop the Nothing.