CHARACTER SHEET:
Name: Tyler
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tyler is a very tall and skinny young man - about 19 or so - with extremely pale skin. He wears jeans and a custom denim jacket he sewed himself; it has long tails on it, much like a waistcoat's. He wears a pale pink bandanna around his neck, a white eyepatch, and a blue headband. He has midlength blonde hair, and blue eyes. He's never seen without a sewing kit in case of fashion emergency, which he carries with his Pokeballs in one of those supremely awkward waistbags commonly reserved for dog walkers. (He often grumbles about how it ruins his look.)
Pokemon: Furfrou, Shiny Furfrou
Personality: Tyler dislikes Pokemon, and honestly wishes he didn't have to go to a place where everyone loves them. However, he really enjoys sewing and clothing designs, and can see the best way to make a living out of it is to design clothing for not only people, but Pokemon as well. As such, while he tries to steer well clear of Pokemon, he isn't going to insult anyone to their face unless provoked - he's here to do his thing, they're here to do theirs. While he can get quite withdrawn and standoffish around people very enthusiastic about Pokemon, he's willing to at least get along in group projects and the like.
Normally, someone like Tyler wouldn't be welcome at the college for obvious reasons - he's certainly never caught a Pokemon before - but his mother has insisted he study Pokemon grooming in addition to the fashion stuff, in the hope her son will come to enjoy the company of what he considers dangerous and unfriendly monsters, and bestowed him with a pair of Furfrou. Neither are trained at all, and have a habit of breaking out of their Pokeballs just to raucously greet people while Tyler yells helplessly at them.
...They are certainly not well-groomed.
Studying: Pokemon Grooming (supposedly), Fashion Contests
Other: Tyler's dislike of Pokemon ultimately stems from fear.
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"Hey! Get back here!"
Once again, it seemed, one of Tyler's Furfrou had gotten away from him. The bouncy black ball of fur was at present running circles around the oval, which would be great but there were other people trying to have their lunch thanks very much. Students were getting trodden on left and right - if not by the runaway Pokemon, then by the unhappy 'trainer' chasing after it, a hairbrush clenched in his hand. Round and round they went, with little end in sight; the Furfrou clearly thinking this was a great game, Tyler trying to salvage what little remained of his reputation.
...Then the escapee found food in someone's bag! Oh, happy days. Tyler could really just have crawled into a corner and faded out of existence right there.
