Hey there, and welcome, I guess. Here is where you'll find all that you will ever need to know about me. I'm really not the most interesting person in the world, so I don't think you will be sending too much time around here. All the basic stuff is below, but if you want some more in depth info, then look at the links under my picture. They'll take you to other sections about me.

Basics

Name: Mason Bennet.
Nicknames: Some people would call me May...
Gender: Male.
Age: Nineteen.
Birthday: October 16, 1992.
Eye color: Blue.
Hair color: Blonde.
Body type: Strong/Lean/A bit Clumsy
Height: 5'11"
Occupation: I live on the island.

Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Siblings: Sage
Neutral: ---
Friends: West Virralyn
Enemies: Arianna
Love: ---

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Companion

Name: Regina
Age: Too old, between 200 and 300 years.
Species: Ninetales
Gender: Female
Personality: I guess you could call me the motherly type. My loyalty never falters, and I would give my life for the ones I trust and l0ve. Age is nothing to me. Simply put; being my species, I hardly age. Wisdom comes with age. I'm a smart girl, and will put my two-cents in. I'm allowed - I'm old. But I'm not too old to put up a fight if I must. Now in my age, I prefer peace but I won't hesitate to protect my partner. If my opponent is less experienced, or weaker I will always ease up on them. I have always been with my human. We have been through the best and worst times together. I mean it when I say I will do anything for him.
* Fire Blast
* Quick Attack
* Smokescreen
* Overheat
* Dig
* Flamethrower
* Iron Tail
*Confuse Ray

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Relations

Sage: My one and only little sister. I've given up a lot for you over the years; I've practically had to raise you myself. But I'm very okay with that. You are growing up to be an amazing woman, just don't grow up too fast, okay. And you know I'll beat up any guy that makes you cry. 'Cause I'm you big brother, and I'll always be.

West: You're one of my closest friends. We've been buddies for as long as I can remember. We just kinda click, ya know? I'm happy that I have a friend like you.

Arianna: I don't know what your problem is with me. I've never done anything to you, but you can't stand me anyway. Whatever, I won't waste my time with people with you. It's a shame that you're so closed minded.

Virralyn I've known you for so long. We basically grew up together. I know you just as well as you know me. I know that I can talk to you about anything, and I feel comfortable talking to you. You listen and you are always there for me, even when the other islanders scoff at me. Thanks. It means a lot to me.

Appearance

Why do you wanna know all this? It's kinda creepy… Anyways, I'm of normal height and weight. I have some muscles, you know, all the normal stuff for a guy my age. I think I am around 5'11" or so, but don't quote me on that.
FINISH THIS, ANGIE!
So my skin has tanned, and I look like a bum. I don't have the money to spend on new clothes, or common luxuries people enjoy. But, I still live without them. Sure, I would love to spend one night in a nice bed, but I could save that money and use it for things to benefit my family and Pokemon. Back to clothes. I like to wear shorts around the island; it's usually really warm. You know... Since I spend a lot of my time at the beach, you'll probably be more likely to find me in my swim trunks. I have some jeans at home, as well as some dress pants for super special occasions. I'll wear T-shirts and tank tops if I'm not enjoying the ocean. And of course I have the necessities like socks, shoes, and a pair of swim trunks. I think that's it… Oh, I do have a hate that I almost always wear; even when I'm swimming. My sister made it for me a long time ago. It reminds me of her.

Personality

How would I describe myself? That is a weird question to ask. I'll try my best to answer it. I guess I'm a decent guy. I don't go out of my way to make someone's life miserable. I'm nice to almost everyone, and am pretty easy-going. It takes a lot to get me mad; I'm accepting of a lot and try really hard not to judge on first glance. It can be hard, but I don't wanna judge books by their cover.
I'm not the quiet type. I like to chat and let others know what's going on in my mind. Maybe that's because I've been on my own for so long. I love the company of other people. Especially ones I am good friends with. My friends will tell you that I am somewhat ambitious. I have some goals in mind, but am still trying to come up with that plan to achieve them. I can come up with crazy ideas and plans for everything else, but I can never figure out how to make my dreams come true. It'll come to me eventually.
I don't rely on logic all that much. I go with my gut and with what I want to go with. I keep my beliefs solid, and don't allow them to sway because of what someone else thinks. What else...? I'm loyal, too. Once you have gained my ultimate trust, it'll take something huge to shake me away from you. I'll always defend my friends and help them out. Isn't that what friends are supposed to do? I don't like talking about myself all that much. I don't think it's necessary for everyone to know what has gone on in my life. They don't need to worry about it.
I have been through a lot, but I am determined to work past it. I want to bring back the good name of Bennet. My family may have ruined it, but that doesn't mean it can't be repaired, right? From all the crap I have experienced, I have learned a number of things. Being poor taught me to be frugal with my money and possessions. Being hungry taught me how to cook, and also how to steal. I had no choice; I know it was wrong, but what else was I to do? Let myself and my sister starve? Let's not worry about the past. I try not to.
I can also be a bit of a tease, but only when I know you won't get mad or anything like that. I like to make people smile. Now I seriously can't think of anything else.

Past

To prevent you from being told the wrong information, I will be narrating this story, not my companion. As much as I adore him, I know he would lie to you. There are some things better left unsaid, in his opinion. But I say, just let it out. I will tell you everything you want to know, but on one condition. You must keep your lips sealed.

In order to fully grasp what I am going to be telling you, you must first know a little bit more about myself. My name is Regina and I hatched from a pokemon egg some two or three hundred years ago. Now, you should know that my species has been known to live for a very, very long time. I am no exception to that. I am expecting another few centuries ahead of me; if I'm lucky. Now, you ask why this is relevant. Let me tell you. It will all make sense soon. This island has been here since before I was here; that's a long time. I remember many of the buildings that have been built here and the people who have built them. The Pokemon, too. I miss many of them, but what can I do about it? I also remember my companion's ancestors. This is where it will all tie together. One of his great relatives was my first human partner. A lot of time has passed since them. I watched that man grow up, grow old, and grow frail. I watched his children grow up, grow old, and grow frail. And the same can be said about their children. I began as a family tradition of sorts to pass along the old Ninetales to the first born grandson. I always skipped a generation. Once my old master passed, I would reside with his grandson. I can pinpoint the traits they all share. This is how I came to meet Mason. I had been resting in the shrine of Lugia, guarding many of the eggs there when his family brought him there. The child latched onto me immediately. He would not let go of my fur. He was an adorable child. His parents tried to pry him from me, whispering sweet words to him about the other Pokemon eggs, and how they would be better. "The Ninetales was old now, and not good for you." "She had been your grandfather's; do you really want that creature?" Oh, how he bawled. It was degrading to have such a loud child in such a sacred place. Fearing the humiliation, they accepting his desires without much of a thought; no matter how much they disapproved. Why did they disapprove?

Victor Bennet had never been a good man. There had always been a gleam in that man's eyes. Those pale eyes lit up whenever he saw a flash of a coin. He was a greedy thing, and he looked at me as a tool of sorts. To us islanders, it was a horrible notion- treating Pokemon like tools. But he didn't seem to mind it. That alone put the Bennet family at the bottom of the social hierarchy; no matter the importance of their ancestors. I knew better, but that man was my partner. I can't say that he was all there. He believed that a time would come when Pokemon would need to fight to survive; when humans would tear each other apart; and all chaos would break free. He prepared me for that. How else would an island Pokemon like me be so strong? The other natives looked upon this with horror. I, personally, would never harm another, but my voice didn't matter. To them, Victor Bennet was a nut - a nut with a powerful Pokemon. On a calm day I asked my partner something. I questioned him as to why he felt the need to teach me to fight. The island had always been a peaceful place. He closed his eyes and sighed. But will it always be? I don't know the answer, but isn't it better to be safe than sorry. They treat me like a fool, but they are the fools. I strongly believe a day will come when Lugia fails to protect us; when we must protect ourselves. Without a way to fight back, we would be crushed. I want my children, and my children's children to be safe. Regina, promise me you will keep my kin and island safe. I blinked my eyes and nodded my head. Of course.

Oh; I'm getting so off track. When you have hundreds of years of history under your belt, you tend to have a lot to talk about. Where was I…? Yes; Mason and his family. When he was about ten or so years old, his father fell ill. They didn't know what it was, but it did him in. My poor companion was devastated. I refused to leave his side. He would clutch onto my neck and use my fur to dry his tears. It was a sad time; but I believe his sister was hurt the worst. His mother was a different story. You would think that on Pallium there would be no problems. You would think that everything was just peachy. Life was grand, you would think. But, my dear, open your eyes. No place is perfect. Not even here. If you dig deeper, you can see the cracks in our society. The Bennet family line had been in the pits for a few generations. The name was scoffed at, and when no one could look them straight in the eyes. Even now this is still a problem. But instead of hatred, they are looked at in pity. Mrs. Bennet found it hard to find employment. People were wary of her name, and would often deny her work. Work was necessary, how else would she feed her children? Money had always been tight, and without the mister, things were just getting rougher. The thought of stealing had drifted into her mind time and time again, but she wouldn't go through with it. Why make the name any darker?

Poor boy was about fourteen when his mother passed. The blade had been sharp, and the blood had been cold. The red swirled about her hand and trailed down her arm. The formed slice of steel could not be pried from her frozen grip. What a disheartening sight. Coming home to that. And like that, he was alone. Like that, reality hit him hard. Like that, he was an adult. Alone in the big world. Alone on a small island. Alone to support himself and his sister. The stress had been too much for the woman. She fled. She left the burden to rest on her son's shoulders. I call her a coward. And her children do, too.

From there on, Mason had to take the role of head of the family. Even though it was a small family, it was still a family. He was determined to keep him and his sister together. The last thing he wanted was to be separated from her. She needed him and he needed her. They were all they had left. He tried to find work, and a few times he did. The menial jobs didn't bring much to the table, but it brought enough to keep them breathing. She even tried to find work. I can't even count how many arguments they had over the puffs of smoke he let slip from his lips. Those sticks ate away at the little money they had, but he could not stop. They never met on a compromise over the issue. To this day, they quarrel about his habit and how he must stop it. I'm not a human, so I can't understand what those things do to him, but if he enjoys them…

I can't tell the future now. I can tell you all about the past; all about the island; all about the shrine; all of the secrets; mysteries; and legends. But I can't predict what's going to happen. No one can. I can make my guesses, but how valid are they? I just pray to our protect that my companion will persevere.

Mason & Virralyn & Sage

This was crazy. Who did this guy think he was?! Coming to his island, hurting his sister, and kidnapping his friend. It was unacceptable. His fists clenched as he tried to sort out what to do. He wanted to attack this man, but at the same time, he didn't want to risk Virr and Sage's safety. This guy was not from the island; he was of the mainland… And Mason had no knowledge of those people, their Pokemon, or their weapons. This could get ugly fast, and he wanted to avoid that, if possible. A new wave of anger flooded through him as the man twisted his arm around her like a snake. "Let go of her! And Lugia will never belong to an azole like you." His voice bellowed through the forest. Besides, couldn't Nova only grant wishes to those with a pure heart, or something like that? Obviously, this punk didn't fit that quota.

That look in Virr's eyes were ripping him apart. That look of utter defeat. No, she couldn't give up now. There was no way that they could allow this guy to get away with all of this. It was three against one, and they all had their companions. This guy was picking a fight with the wrong people. Mason was a bit relieved to see that Nova had freed Sage and Chantelle, but that still left Virr. It looked like the man wasn't letting up; even with Nova's help.

This was so frustrating! He wanted to command Regina to use a flamethrower, but that would inevitably hurt Virr, too. Said Pokemon was standing before Mason, her tails flickering every which way as her lips were pulled back in a nasty snarl. Growls and barks ruptured from her throat as she starred at the man. /Mason! We have to do something quick!/ He knew that; he knew that all too well. Again, he clenched his fists, but this time he took the opportunity to lunge at the man. So what if he got a little dirty; as long as Virralyn would be okay, he would do anything. Regina was right at his heels, preparing to grab onto this other hand with her jaws. The blonde swung his arm at the captor, hoping to land him right in the jawbone.

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