Oracle wandered down the street, like an iron giant, looking down on the shorter Pokemon and trying his best not to bump into anyone, yet absolutely failing, smashing into a Girafarig and tilting back, nearly landing on a group of young Pokemon before he regained his balance. Their caretaker, a Gardevoir, threw him back, and he tried his best to throw apologies into the crowd in his almost robot like yet caring voice, amongst the mingled yells at his clumsiness.
Their seemed to be some sort of kerfuffle going on at the medic office, and it was always a position close to his heart. He felt like it was something he always wanted to help with, not the position he was given. After being unearthed from some ruins found on the light area after it was founded, he was believed to be an Oracle and soothsayer after he predicted some minor things from heiroglyphs he had been studying since he was awakened by the drilburr. Many hailed him as a saviour, and even tried to get him the position of Royal Vizier but higher ups stopped the campaign after they met him. Becoming a normal townsperson, trying his best to blend in, many others discovered his clumsy nature, believing him to be unfit and a pain in the neck of everyone trying to do their jobs.