Zoel Leorixon

Zoel has been born into an unusual circumstance. While he was not accidental his parents did not entirely want him. They were both born into a higher class and as part of their work they had to do a lot of traveling, this meant they needed to hire a lot of body guards to protect them from the dangers outside of the city. After the two realized how taxing all of this hired muscle was on their precious income they decided to have a son. The boy came out as a runt, no bigger than a piglet. While the child had been born to them the two felt no maternal connection to him, they didn't even bother to give the child a name. The boy had grown up feeling more like a servant than family, if he wanted supper than he had better have finished all of his chores for the day, and if he wanted to eat at the table like a human being than he had better hope that he had done the work flawlessly, and that they were both in a good mood.

While his early childhood was gray his life began to really pick up around the age of seven when his parents sent him off to begin his training. They did their best to send him as far away as they both possibly, and legally could, the middle of nowhere. His trainer Mairon was a simple man, he was middle aged and lived out his current years on a farm, making extra money on the side by training people in the art of fencing. The boys parents had told Mairon the circumstances and the man took pity for the boy, he happily took him under his wing and gave him his name, Zoel.

The training began immediately. It began just as harsh and monotonous as Zoel has expected years of training to end. After less than a year of learning the basics of fencing Mairon began to fence with Zoel. The man would never hold back and the days training would often end with Zoel on his backside covered in bruises, the older man would always say the same line after he had won "Theres no point in practicing to fight a handicapped man." Zoel never made much of the repeated statement but the words would find their way of making an engraved mark on his heart.

It wasn't long after Zoel reached the age of thirteen when Mairon began to teach the now maturing boy of common etiquette, as well as a few of his own beliefs. The impressionable Zoel didn't question any of the mans self codes and even took many of them up almost as fast as the man could say them. Around this time Zoel began to question the ways of fencing. While he knew that a well placed stab would be enough to take out even the toughest of enemies he couldn't help but feel limited. The boy began to tinker in the little down time he had, he would collect any scrap he could find around the dull house and try his best to modify the piercing weapon that Mairon had gifted him. The experiments almost always ended up in certain failure, there was one point in which the boy attempted to turn the end of his sword into a large hammer head which he happily showed Mairon, who quickly dismantled it back down to the simple blade it had once been. It wasn't until two more years of tinkering did the boy finally craft something that he could show Mairon with a proud smile across his face. While it still maintained the stabbing features of the rapier the blade now held a cutting edge to it, however it was obvious that along with scrap metal Zoel had also gotten desperate enough to take apart the hand guard as well the many ornate designs that the blade had previously owned. Despite these heavy modifications this prototype weapon was the first one he had shown to Mairon in which the old man did not instantly take it from him and dismantle it and it lead Zoel to feel as if he had finally made somebody proud, a fleeting sense of accomplishment.

Once Zoel reached the age of sixteen Mairon had sat the boy down and told him how their training would be coming to an end soon and how he would have to be sent back home. The boy pleaded with Mairon to let him stay, the aging man had been more of a parent to him than either of his could attempt to be. But the argument was weak willed as they both knew that the choice wasn't Mairon's. However the old man did tell him that there was always a way out, he could become independent from his parents for the rest of his life and all he had to do was get into one of the most prestigious battle school in the world. While the feat seemed nearly impossible Zoel didn't hesitate to try his best, despite his linguistics being subpar he did his best to put together a portfolio of himself and sent it in to the school. After a few suspenseful months he heard back from Syne and even though he had not graduated or even been to any other combat school they decided to give him a shot and the boy was determined not to blow it.

Felix recovered from his trance like state as words echoed in the world around him. "Yea." Felix replied. "It is quite the view." He stated. He stopped in his tracks, thoughts instantly taking over his actions. The boy almost slapped himself at how long the realization has taken him. Could she even see the path? She said that she could see through her Pokemon's eyes but could they see all the detail of the world around them? Felix flipped around to face the girl while maintaining a fairly slow yet constant pace. With fingers laced together he rested them behind his head as he walked backwards, facing his traveling partner. "What exactly is it like to see through your Pokemon?" He started. "Can you see color? How well is your depth perception?" He let the questions flood before thinking, so many different words flooded his mind, and his manners. The boy realized his rudeness and quickly stumbled upon words to try and correct himself. "Uh.. You uh, you dont need to answer any of those. Sorry about that. I guess a better question to as would be something more like.." He searched for anything. "How are you doing?" The simplicity of the question brought a smile to the boys face. However a question that simple seemed like something natural to ask. Felix's smile was instantly broken as he came to a stumbling fall onto the grass below him. The sudden blunt force causing his rear side to sustain some bruise like damage. The boy looked ahead at whatever he had just tripped on. There stood a culprit. A rather happy looking Tasuke ran up to Felix from the place he had just tripped, hugging onto his arm joyously. Felix came to a jumping stand. He let out a small chuckle as his face began to blister red. He picked up the still joy filled Ralts as he began to walk forward. He began to poke the Ralts head as he walked, hoping that his idea of the girl being color blind was true.