Post by Gwen Sanchez on Sept 1, 2024 6:06:25 GMT
Gwen A. Sanchez
NAME Gwendolyn Amelia Sanchez | AGE Fifteen |
OCCUPATION Breeder | HOMETOWN Castelia City, Unova |
GENDER/SEXUALITY Female, Heterosexual | PLAYED BY Timmy/Red |
PERSONALITY
POSITIVE TRAITS: • Dedicated • Loyal • Creative • Intelligent • Adaptable | NEGATIVE TRAITS: • Stubborn • Frugal • Competitive • Single Minded • Hyperactive • Low Self-esteem |
LIKES • Adventure • Money • Family • Baby Pokemon • Physical Activity • Artistic things • Taking Extensive Notes | DISLIKES: • Beedrill • Thoughts of abandonment • Not Knowing something • Bullies • Losing |
POKEMON
2 Random Quaxly please
Species - xxxxxxxxxx Gender - xxxxxxx
Ability - xxxxxxxx Level - xxxxx
Moves - *If you plan on randomizing, please delete this part & write that here so we know!*
2 Random Quaxly please
Species
Ability
Moves
APPEARANCE
Gwendolyn is a rather short girl who stands at a little under 4'2 and is very small for her age. She has a round face that despite her age still seems to hold some baby fat. She doesn't look like she has hit puberty really as it has been minimal in effect on her figure at least. She has amber coloured eyes which she has often been told she got from her mother and that is a rare occurrence.
She has long brown hair that reaches her hips which she normally dyes a midnight blue.
While she grew up in a rich family to be sure, this girl tends to favour handmade sweaters, obviously bought in thrift shop clothes, or more practical clothing. With almost every casual outfit she ever wears Gwen will have a sweater or a hoodie on, whether it’s in the cold of winter or the dead heat of mid summer as she likes the feeling of them views it as part of her “Aesthetic.”
Anything that is good for adventuring she will have or wear, a pocket knife, large backpack, hiking boots etc. Gwen also likes to wear clothes with little pokemon designs on them.
She has long brown hair that reaches her hips which she normally dyes a midnight blue.
While she grew up in a rich family to be sure, this girl tends to favour handmade sweaters, obviously bought in thrift shop clothes, or more practical clothing. With almost every casual outfit she ever wears Gwen will have a sweater or a hoodie on, whether it’s in the cold of winter or the dead heat of mid summer as she likes the feeling of them views it as part of her “Aesthetic.”
Anything that is good for adventuring she will have or wear, a pocket knife, large backpack, hiking boots etc. Gwen also likes to wear clothes with little pokemon designs on them.
HISTORY
WARNING: childhood illness, -accidental- abandonment
Notes: The siblings were nearly inseparable for the first decade of their lives which is why the history is written as it is.
Gwen was born as the only girl in a set of quadruplets in a family where multiples were quite commonplace. Her mother was one of a twin, as were two of her uncles and some cousins as well. Her father, on the other hand, was a mystery to her, as he had left when their mother got pregnant with zero interest in becoming a father at all. He wanted to go see the world and whatnot, as had their mother, which was how they met.
Gwen’s maternal family were seasoned travelers and adventurers, actively seeking out never-before-explored places if they could, going on dangerous excursions for the thrill of it, all funded by her mom’s uncle’s fortune as he owned a very large and successful tech company.
The children were born early, as often happens with multiples, with Gwen being the smallest and less nourished of the bunch. She would be settled with a visual impairment called R.O.P. (Retinopathy Of Prematurity), in which a cane would eventually be needed, and even a surgery on her left eye to restore some of its sight as the right one had far more. The doctors were worried for the children’s mental growth as well, though it seemed those worries were unfounded in the end. The other three seemed relatively healthy, and if not for her poor vision, small height, and initial inability to gain weight - they had to keep written records of what she ate and how much for the first year and a half because it was worried she wasn’t being fed, it was that bad - the kids would’ve all been fine, surprisingly, a lack of complications possibly due to the amazing health care her uncle was more than willing to pay for.
Despite having a mother, the children never knew her as she didn’t entirely stick around long enough for them to have any memories of their time with her. After having her children, whom she did love very much, the woman had been forced to take a break from the adventuring life she knew so well and settle down to try and raise her children. She wasn’t alone, as her brother and uncle helped out where they could, but the fact she couldn’t travel was hard on her as she had always struggled with staying in one place too long. She did try; she lasted a year.
Their mother was only meant to be gone for two to three weeks, and the children were to be cared for by their uncle, their mom’s brother, in that time. He was left with supplies, knew well what he was doing, and it was going to be fine, even if everyone thought that it was a bad idea, that the woman should stay home until her kids were at least old enough to go to school. But she refused. They had heard of some new place well away from the Alola Region, some hidden island or something that, as far as anyone knew, hadn’t been explored - a place only rumored to be anywhere, but she wanted to find out where it was. What a great thought it would be that she could tell her children she found a whole new place and maybe one day take them to explore said place!
The plane she was in wound up crashing, the pilot and co-pilot dying in the process, and the woman herself disappearing and leaving her children behind. Over the next eight years, searches were performed, search parties sent to that general area, but nothing was ever found, and while her great uncle didn’t give up hope, she was officially declared dead eventually. The kids would always be told that she had died but never how. They would be raised by her mom’s twin brother and their uncle, told stories as they grew of their mother, though only the boring ones, as their uncle was afraid. He was afraid that the children would become too much like their mother, that if they learned how much adventuring and travel meant to her and how she had loved it, they would try to follow in her footsteps. Those stories didn’t stop the children from making up cooler, more epic ones of their own, trying to parse out the bits their uncle was leaving out when he would start to say something and catch himself before finishing, quickly changing the topic and hoping they never noticed, even when they already did.
Being raised by their uncle was fraught with hardships in the financial department, as the man refused help from his own uncle, despite the man’s wealth. He blamed the old man for encouraging such adventures when they were younger, as he had been the one to raise them when their own mom had died in a car accident and their father had not been active in their lives much as children. He had been someone his sister always listened to but hadn’t been able to convince her to hold off like everyone else thought she should. He thought his uncle could’ve done more to stop his sister from leaving, even though he hadn’t considered that he had tried everything he could to talk her out of it. But she was an adult; he couldn’t force her to do anything. All he could do was help her children while she was away. The man didn’t consider that his uncle had blamed himself just as much. So, though he couldn’t outwardly tell the man he was helping, he found secret ways, leaving envelopes with a minimum of $1000 in the mailbox of the shack - because that’s the kindest word for their home - hoping it would be spent on necessities for the kids and himself, donating more than he already had been to food stamps programs he knew his nephew went to when he needed to, ensured the man got the Child Tax Credits and whatnot when he applied for it. He even made sure his nephew had babysitters for the kids when he had to go to work as a fisherman, anything he could do to help without being taken note of.
His nephew had suspected, at least for the envelopes of money, who had been behind it, though he was never sure. So, instead of spending the money, he tucked it away in a hidden area in the house every month to let it stack up so the kids could use it to help with college or whatever if they wanted in the future. He did everything he could to avoid dipping into that money except for the kids' birthdays and Christmas so he could buy them something super special, or if it was ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY to pull from. None of the kids knew about any of this.
The quartet would go to a small public school from age five onward, Gwen’s uncle making sure she was able to remain in the same class as her brothers even when the school tried to put her into special education classes. He had fought hard to have her kept in regular classes with some modification if needed, a teacher’s assistant, and the learning of Braille, as he knew the girl didn’t have any kind of mental handicap and could thrive on her own if given the right materials. Their great uncle had donated money to the school, particularly to help with adaptation for those with disabilities, so there was no excuse to not have the capability to deal with the girl, and he had made SURE of it, not that his nephew knew that.
School was something Gwen loved, though mostly the lessons about places they would learn. Her eldest brother Mason was best at P.E. and outdoor activities, even joining a Boy Scouts group, as she did Girl Guides as kids. Her middle brother Jason was best at sports and music class, though his grades weren’t the best, and he struggled to sit still and keep attention, often growing bored with the lessons and wanting to move around. Grayson, the youngest of her brothers, was best at math and anything to do with numbers or any time they had to do “What do you see yourself doing in 20+ years” types of projects. Gwen herself was best at English classes and social studies, a creative writer if ever there was one with a mind for exploration, fantasy, and art. Each had their own friend group, though Gwen herself struggled in that herself. While each kid had their own friends, they all stuck to each other like glue whenever possible, their friend groups often melding at times.
Gwen was not the most social of people; she tended to ramble and jump around, struggled to sit still, and went on long tangents about what she loved or thought interesting. The teachers found her a little hard to teach as she was a visual learner, had to see or experience something to understand it, and telling her how just didn’t work, which sucked given the whole visual impairment thing.
Every summer, because he thought it would be a good idea for the kids to spend some time apart from each other to avoid some weird co-dependency thing, one or two of them would be sent off to a different great uncle of theirs, one from their father’s side of the family to work at his shop, or to an aunt’s at a farm, also to learn the value of hard work. Gwen tended to go to her great uncle’s place, as she had managed to make some great friends there, and the man would tell her about her dad. He was of the mind that her father was an idiot and a coward, as he didn’t even supply child support for his children, though no one ever told Gwen her dad’s name. She never really cared to ask, as on both sides of the family, she had plenty of love, so why bother seeking out the love of a man who knew they existed but didn’t care enough to want them to know who he was or where?
Around age eight, their great uncle was forced back into their lives, as their uncle had to go to his new job, and the babysitter had canceled last minute for a family emergency with her sister. The kids were too young to be left home alone, and so, in a desperate bid to be able to get to his new job on time so he didn’t lose it, he had brought the kids to the very man he blamed for their mother leaving. He didn’t tell them anything about the man beyond that he was his uncle and would be looking after them for the day.
The old man was ecstatic to see the kids, though he didn’t know how to act around them, and so, in his own desperation, he took them on a day trip to another section of the region they had never been to before; it was just to the mountain range a few hours away, but it had been amazing, and the kids had adored it! Their uncle came to pick them up, but none of them wanted to leave, as it had been more fun than they’d ever had in their lives. Gwen had spent most of her summers in the forests around her other great uncle’s place, and even she found the mountains fascinating. The kids begged their uncle to stay, begged them to move them from the little shack that could barely hold two people, let alone five, and, after some convincing from his great uncle, he relented and moved the family into his great uncle’s place. He would still pay rent as a compromise so he didn’t feel like he was mooching off the man.
The children were transferred into a homeschool program run by their great uncle and the housekeeper he had, a large majority consisting of traveling, doing cool things they all loved, and then writing reports of what they learned. Each lesson was tailored to improve the kids in where they lacked and encourage their strengths, as well, of course, as being fun when possible. Overall, it was great! They even got to have their friends from their old school come over and play.
At age 10, most other kids got a Pokémon and went off on their own Pokémon journeys, Jason and Mason doing just that while Gwen and Lenny stayed home. Lenny didn’t really feel like it and instead got himself a Pokémon, though stuck to doing things near the town or on travels the kids normally would’ve gone on. He wanted to focus on learning about tech and finances, as he was hoping to become his great uncle’s heir, even though the kids had all agreed that they would do it together and each handle certain departments if they needed to. Gwen herself stuck at home to study the Pokémon she could get but didn’t actually get any at the time, instead spending her time in the library reading, sewing, knitting, or entering writing contests for her age grouping, a few of which she won. She took some time to go to that same little town she always went to during summers and asked about the Pokémon in the area, taking detailed notes of anything she found interesting like shinies or regional variants if she ever learned about them. Overall, it was kind of boring.
Then, near age twelve, the unthinkable happened… her mom came back! Her brothers were all on their journeys or otherwise busy, but she had been home when her great uncle had gotten the call from the hospital in the Alola Region and informed that the woman had been found in the ocean by a cruise liner. It seemed she had not died after all! She’d been found riding attached to a recently evolved Gyarados and missing her left leg, and boy did she have a story to tell! She had survived the plane crash, though had lost her leg in the process and had been forced to bandage it with the remains of the first aid kit and using what she had learned as a child. It was that same time they finally learned the fate of the co-pilot and pilot, that the pilot had died on impact and the co-pilot only three hours later from the wounds they could not deal with. Among the equipment left salvageable were two Pokéballs, one containing the woman’s Quaxly and another empty. The Quaxly was young and inexperienced and didn’t know how to fight well at all, so training it was a hassle. The thing was scared more often than not, though he was able to help her capture a Magikarp at the very least. Training those two and keeping herself alive would prove difficult, the woman having to live off the land and more thankful than anything for the survival training she had had in her youth and the Scouts teachings that’d been ingrained in her in childhood. She’d built a shelter, though had to rebuild and alter a few times, had managed to hunt other water types and weaker Pokémon for food, and even turned some pelts into clothing and blankets as best she could manage.
The story, which her mother did NOT censor as her uncle would’ve, was riveting for the girl, and she was so pleased to be the first of her siblings to hear about it all. It was in that moment she decided if she ever got a Pokémon, she would certainly and without hesitation go for Quaxly as her choice! Her mother was discharged and given a prosthetic, etched out by her uncle’s company to the best that they could manage and able to go home. By then, the girl had called her brothers and bugged them into coming home at least for a little bit, which took no convincing at all!
Gwen and her brothers swarmed their mother, even when told to give her space, asked questions about what she did, about why none of the rescue attempts had found her, had been asked even if she liked her kids still, and of course, the girl had immediately started checking out her mom’s Pokémon. It was awkward at first for everyone involved, the children not quite sure how to even have a mom, let alone what to say to her besides telling them about their own lives, introducing her to their Pokémon, and telling her their goals. Their mom didn’t know how to be a mom, let alone to four twelve-year-olds with their own personalities and likes and lives she had missed out on. She was guilty for having left them, having decided long ago that she should have listened to her family and stayed home at least a few more years. She had missed everything!
Eventually, after a few months of being at home with their mom and siblings, Jason and Mason left again, this time Grayson decided he was going to take some time to experience solo life himself with his own Pokémon and left as well. This left Gwen alone with her great uncle, uncle, and mom. It was nice, if a little odd, to watch her mom, to see the woman she had grown up wondering about right in front of her and be able to so clearly pick out parts of her brothers they shared with her, even weirder to find parts of herself in the woman she so idolized growing up. She had been given her mother’s name by her uncle as an homage, the man having not thought his sister was any good at picking names, had changed the kids' when they were two and after she’d been declared dead. They needed proper names for proper members of society after all, not what their mom had thought in her rebellious oddball-ness. She’d been rightfully mad when learning about all that.
Gwen took the time with her mom, finding out the woman too liked knitting and airplanes and had far too much trouble sitting still just like herself and Jason did, that she loved to read creative writing though was better at doing song lyrics than poems or stories where her daughter was better at the latter two. She loved all of Gwen’s writing and even got the child to make her a book that she could keep in her room. The bonding was nice, and eventually the topics turned to her Pokémon, to the Quaxly she had that she said had been a shipped-in gift from Paldea by their great uncle meant to help take care of the kids and introduce them to Pokémon at a young age.
One of Gwen’s favorite things she did was to go with her mom to a Pokémon Daycare, the girl having been to a few over the years but this made it special. They held the baby Pokémon some breeders had there, the girl was taught proper egg care, and honestly, she adored it!
Over the next few years, Gwen would study Pokémon, deciding she wanted to go on a journey when she turned fifteen to become a Pokémon Breeder so that she could see everything about baby Pokémon. She loved learning what the differences in personalities in even Pokémon siblings were, in what issues or quirks Shiny Pokémon seemed to have and just why that was. She loved looking at variants as well, and it was during one of these researching sessions with her mom with both deep into the internet where the woman had mentioned somewhere called Shula and that it had variants just like Alola. Gwen had thought about going to Alola, or even sticking around where she grew up, but in the end had decided that going to Shula might be good. Her great uncle had property there she was free to stay at and use as she saw fit.
With a chunk of money from her great uncle and advice from her mom and siblings about being alone with Pokémon, at age fifteen Gwen took off to the Shula Region.
Notes: The siblings were nearly inseparable for the first decade of their lives which is why the history is written as it is.
Gwen was born as the only girl in a set of quadruplets in a family where multiples were quite commonplace. Her mother was one of a twin, as were two of her uncles and some cousins as well. Her father, on the other hand, was a mystery to her, as he had left when their mother got pregnant with zero interest in becoming a father at all. He wanted to go see the world and whatnot, as had their mother, which was how they met.
Gwen’s maternal family were seasoned travelers and adventurers, actively seeking out never-before-explored places if they could, going on dangerous excursions for the thrill of it, all funded by her mom’s uncle’s fortune as he owned a very large and successful tech company.
The children were born early, as often happens with multiples, with Gwen being the smallest and less nourished of the bunch. She would be settled with a visual impairment called R.O.P. (Retinopathy Of Prematurity), in which a cane would eventually be needed, and even a surgery on her left eye to restore some of its sight as the right one had far more. The doctors were worried for the children’s mental growth as well, though it seemed those worries were unfounded in the end. The other three seemed relatively healthy, and if not for her poor vision, small height, and initial inability to gain weight - they had to keep written records of what she ate and how much for the first year and a half because it was worried she wasn’t being fed, it was that bad - the kids would’ve all been fine, surprisingly, a lack of complications possibly due to the amazing health care her uncle was more than willing to pay for.
Despite having a mother, the children never knew her as she didn’t entirely stick around long enough for them to have any memories of their time with her. After having her children, whom she did love very much, the woman had been forced to take a break from the adventuring life she knew so well and settle down to try and raise her children. She wasn’t alone, as her brother and uncle helped out where they could, but the fact she couldn’t travel was hard on her as she had always struggled with staying in one place too long. She did try; she lasted a year.
Their mother was only meant to be gone for two to three weeks, and the children were to be cared for by their uncle, their mom’s brother, in that time. He was left with supplies, knew well what he was doing, and it was going to be fine, even if everyone thought that it was a bad idea, that the woman should stay home until her kids were at least old enough to go to school. But she refused. They had heard of some new place well away from the Alola Region, some hidden island or something that, as far as anyone knew, hadn’t been explored - a place only rumored to be anywhere, but she wanted to find out where it was. What a great thought it would be that she could tell her children she found a whole new place and maybe one day take them to explore said place!
The plane she was in wound up crashing, the pilot and co-pilot dying in the process, and the woman herself disappearing and leaving her children behind. Over the next eight years, searches were performed, search parties sent to that general area, but nothing was ever found, and while her great uncle didn’t give up hope, she was officially declared dead eventually. The kids would always be told that she had died but never how. They would be raised by her mom’s twin brother and their uncle, told stories as they grew of their mother, though only the boring ones, as their uncle was afraid. He was afraid that the children would become too much like their mother, that if they learned how much adventuring and travel meant to her and how she had loved it, they would try to follow in her footsteps. Those stories didn’t stop the children from making up cooler, more epic ones of their own, trying to parse out the bits their uncle was leaving out when he would start to say something and catch himself before finishing, quickly changing the topic and hoping they never noticed, even when they already did.
Being raised by their uncle was fraught with hardships in the financial department, as the man refused help from his own uncle, despite the man’s wealth. He blamed the old man for encouraging such adventures when they were younger, as he had been the one to raise them when their own mom had died in a car accident and their father had not been active in their lives much as children. He had been someone his sister always listened to but hadn’t been able to convince her to hold off like everyone else thought she should. He thought his uncle could’ve done more to stop his sister from leaving, even though he hadn’t considered that he had tried everything he could to talk her out of it. But she was an adult; he couldn’t force her to do anything. All he could do was help her children while she was away. The man didn’t consider that his uncle had blamed himself just as much. So, though he couldn’t outwardly tell the man he was helping, he found secret ways, leaving envelopes with a minimum of $1000 in the mailbox of the shack - because that’s the kindest word for their home - hoping it would be spent on necessities for the kids and himself, donating more than he already had been to food stamps programs he knew his nephew went to when he needed to, ensured the man got the Child Tax Credits and whatnot when he applied for it. He even made sure his nephew had babysitters for the kids when he had to go to work as a fisherman, anything he could do to help without being taken note of.
His nephew had suspected, at least for the envelopes of money, who had been behind it, though he was never sure. So, instead of spending the money, he tucked it away in a hidden area in the house every month to let it stack up so the kids could use it to help with college or whatever if they wanted in the future. He did everything he could to avoid dipping into that money except for the kids' birthdays and Christmas so he could buy them something super special, or if it was ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY to pull from. None of the kids knew about any of this.
The quartet would go to a small public school from age five onward, Gwen’s uncle making sure she was able to remain in the same class as her brothers even when the school tried to put her into special education classes. He had fought hard to have her kept in regular classes with some modification if needed, a teacher’s assistant, and the learning of Braille, as he knew the girl didn’t have any kind of mental handicap and could thrive on her own if given the right materials. Their great uncle had donated money to the school, particularly to help with adaptation for those with disabilities, so there was no excuse to not have the capability to deal with the girl, and he had made SURE of it, not that his nephew knew that.
School was something Gwen loved, though mostly the lessons about places they would learn. Her eldest brother Mason was best at P.E. and outdoor activities, even joining a Boy Scouts group, as she did Girl Guides as kids. Her middle brother Jason was best at sports and music class, though his grades weren’t the best, and he struggled to sit still and keep attention, often growing bored with the lessons and wanting to move around. Grayson, the youngest of her brothers, was best at math and anything to do with numbers or any time they had to do “What do you see yourself doing in 20+ years” types of projects. Gwen herself was best at English classes and social studies, a creative writer if ever there was one with a mind for exploration, fantasy, and art. Each had their own friend group, though Gwen herself struggled in that herself. While each kid had their own friends, they all stuck to each other like glue whenever possible, their friend groups often melding at times.
Gwen was not the most social of people; she tended to ramble and jump around, struggled to sit still, and went on long tangents about what she loved or thought interesting. The teachers found her a little hard to teach as she was a visual learner, had to see or experience something to understand it, and telling her how just didn’t work, which sucked given the whole visual impairment thing.
Every summer, because he thought it would be a good idea for the kids to spend some time apart from each other to avoid some weird co-dependency thing, one or two of them would be sent off to a different great uncle of theirs, one from their father’s side of the family to work at his shop, or to an aunt’s at a farm, also to learn the value of hard work. Gwen tended to go to her great uncle’s place, as she had managed to make some great friends there, and the man would tell her about her dad. He was of the mind that her father was an idiot and a coward, as he didn’t even supply child support for his children, though no one ever told Gwen her dad’s name. She never really cared to ask, as on both sides of the family, she had plenty of love, so why bother seeking out the love of a man who knew they existed but didn’t care enough to want them to know who he was or where?
Around age eight, their great uncle was forced back into their lives, as their uncle had to go to his new job, and the babysitter had canceled last minute for a family emergency with her sister. The kids were too young to be left home alone, and so, in a desperate bid to be able to get to his new job on time so he didn’t lose it, he had brought the kids to the very man he blamed for their mother leaving. He didn’t tell them anything about the man beyond that he was his uncle and would be looking after them for the day.
The old man was ecstatic to see the kids, though he didn’t know how to act around them, and so, in his own desperation, he took them on a day trip to another section of the region they had never been to before; it was just to the mountain range a few hours away, but it had been amazing, and the kids had adored it! Their uncle came to pick them up, but none of them wanted to leave, as it had been more fun than they’d ever had in their lives. Gwen had spent most of her summers in the forests around her other great uncle’s place, and even she found the mountains fascinating. The kids begged their uncle to stay, begged them to move them from the little shack that could barely hold two people, let alone five, and, after some convincing from his great uncle, he relented and moved the family into his great uncle’s place. He would still pay rent as a compromise so he didn’t feel like he was mooching off the man.
The children were transferred into a homeschool program run by their great uncle and the housekeeper he had, a large majority consisting of traveling, doing cool things they all loved, and then writing reports of what they learned. Each lesson was tailored to improve the kids in where they lacked and encourage their strengths, as well, of course, as being fun when possible. Overall, it was great! They even got to have their friends from their old school come over and play.
At age 10, most other kids got a Pokémon and went off on their own Pokémon journeys, Jason and Mason doing just that while Gwen and Lenny stayed home. Lenny didn’t really feel like it and instead got himself a Pokémon, though stuck to doing things near the town or on travels the kids normally would’ve gone on. He wanted to focus on learning about tech and finances, as he was hoping to become his great uncle’s heir, even though the kids had all agreed that they would do it together and each handle certain departments if they needed to. Gwen herself stuck at home to study the Pokémon she could get but didn’t actually get any at the time, instead spending her time in the library reading, sewing, knitting, or entering writing contests for her age grouping, a few of which she won. She took some time to go to that same little town she always went to during summers and asked about the Pokémon in the area, taking detailed notes of anything she found interesting like shinies or regional variants if she ever learned about them. Overall, it was kind of boring.
Then, near age twelve, the unthinkable happened… her mom came back! Her brothers were all on their journeys or otherwise busy, but she had been home when her great uncle had gotten the call from the hospital in the Alola Region and informed that the woman had been found in the ocean by a cruise liner. It seemed she had not died after all! She’d been found riding attached to a recently evolved Gyarados and missing her left leg, and boy did she have a story to tell! She had survived the plane crash, though had lost her leg in the process and had been forced to bandage it with the remains of the first aid kit and using what she had learned as a child. It was that same time they finally learned the fate of the co-pilot and pilot, that the pilot had died on impact and the co-pilot only three hours later from the wounds they could not deal with. Among the equipment left salvageable were two Pokéballs, one containing the woman’s Quaxly and another empty. The Quaxly was young and inexperienced and didn’t know how to fight well at all, so training it was a hassle. The thing was scared more often than not, though he was able to help her capture a Magikarp at the very least. Training those two and keeping herself alive would prove difficult, the woman having to live off the land and more thankful than anything for the survival training she had had in her youth and the Scouts teachings that’d been ingrained in her in childhood. She’d built a shelter, though had to rebuild and alter a few times, had managed to hunt other water types and weaker Pokémon for food, and even turned some pelts into clothing and blankets as best she could manage.
The story, which her mother did NOT censor as her uncle would’ve, was riveting for the girl, and she was so pleased to be the first of her siblings to hear about it all. It was in that moment she decided if she ever got a Pokémon, she would certainly and without hesitation go for Quaxly as her choice! Her mother was discharged and given a prosthetic, etched out by her uncle’s company to the best that they could manage and able to go home. By then, the girl had called her brothers and bugged them into coming home at least for a little bit, which took no convincing at all!
Gwen and her brothers swarmed their mother, even when told to give her space, asked questions about what she did, about why none of the rescue attempts had found her, had been asked even if she liked her kids still, and of course, the girl had immediately started checking out her mom’s Pokémon. It was awkward at first for everyone involved, the children not quite sure how to even have a mom, let alone what to say to her besides telling them about their own lives, introducing her to their Pokémon, and telling her their goals. Their mom didn’t know how to be a mom, let alone to four twelve-year-olds with their own personalities and likes and lives she had missed out on. She was guilty for having left them, having decided long ago that she should have listened to her family and stayed home at least a few more years. She had missed everything!
Eventually, after a few months of being at home with their mom and siblings, Jason and Mason left again, this time Grayson decided he was going to take some time to experience solo life himself with his own Pokémon and left as well. This left Gwen alone with her great uncle, uncle, and mom. It was nice, if a little odd, to watch her mom, to see the woman she had grown up wondering about right in front of her and be able to so clearly pick out parts of her brothers they shared with her, even weirder to find parts of herself in the woman she so idolized growing up. She had been given her mother’s name by her uncle as an homage, the man having not thought his sister was any good at picking names, had changed the kids' when they were two and after she’d been declared dead. They needed proper names for proper members of society after all, not what their mom had thought in her rebellious oddball-ness. She’d been rightfully mad when learning about all that.
Gwen took the time with her mom, finding out the woman too liked knitting and airplanes and had far too much trouble sitting still just like herself and Jason did, that she loved to read creative writing though was better at doing song lyrics than poems or stories where her daughter was better at the latter two. She loved all of Gwen’s writing and even got the child to make her a book that she could keep in her room. The bonding was nice, and eventually the topics turned to her Pokémon, to the Quaxly she had that she said had been a shipped-in gift from Paldea by their great uncle meant to help take care of the kids and introduce them to Pokémon at a young age.
One of Gwen’s favorite things she did was to go with her mom to a Pokémon Daycare, the girl having been to a few over the years but this made it special. They held the baby Pokémon some breeders had there, the girl was taught proper egg care, and honestly, she adored it!
Over the next few years, Gwen would study Pokémon, deciding she wanted to go on a journey when she turned fifteen to become a Pokémon Breeder so that she could see everything about baby Pokémon. She loved learning what the differences in personalities in even Pokémon siblings were, in what issues or quirks Shiny Pokémon seemed to have and just why that was. She loved looking at variants as well, and it was during one of these researching sessions with her mom with both deep into the internet where the woman had mentioned somewhere called Shula and that it had variants just like Alola. Gwen had thought about going to Alola, or even sticking around where she grew up, but in the end had decided that going to Shula might be good. Her great uncle had property there she was free to stay at and use as she saw fit.
With a chunk of money from her great uncle and advice from her mom and siblings about being alone with Pokémon, at age fifteen Gwen took off to the Shula Region.
