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a walking contradiction - seemingly two people wrapped up in a singular bow. a present, set to blow. a facade precariously plastered together, toppling over a boiling foundation. a crystal cage, cracking under the ramifications of trying to be held together. brought up in a household set on traditions, you built yourself around them. structuring yourself based on what your parents’ believed, not what you held in your heart. a folly you shared with the other children your age. you look up to your parents - idolize them, cherish their every word, follow in their footsteps. however, this caused a rift in your personality, in your facade. a hairline fracture that no one except you notices. On the outside, at work, to the public - you are your father made over: calm, collected, diligent, analytical, refined - a councillor. On the inside, when you’re alone, at every waking moment behind the shivering mask - you are a new sort of beast: angry, scared, tactical, self sufficient - a soldier.

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positive traits resourceful, orderly, neat, analytical, individualistic, leaderly, confident, protective, responsible, reliable, studious, well-rounded, meticulous, formal, political, assertive, willful, tactical.

negative traits perfectionist, angry, short tempered, scared, selfish, blunt, rigid, high strung, authoritative, ambitious, impersonable, unapproachable, reserved, indecisive, stubborn, abrasive, fickle, possessive, temperamental.

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set the stage - one mother, luxuriously pampered blonde locks stick to her forehead with sweat, one father, physically present but mentally distracted, one doctor, attemtping to make terrible jokes that land flat, two nurses, scrubs splattered with bodily fluids of differing colors actually doing all the work. [break]

enter stage center, one child. striking red eyes, squalling, with no hair to speak of. [break]

doctor: my, my, you've been blessed with a beautiful little boy! [break]

nurse 1: congratulations, mrs. cromwell. [break]

nurse 2: you did so well. [break]

elizabeth cromwell: give him to me. let me hold my precious boy... [break]

richard cromwell says nothing, turns away, and exits stage left. curtain.

// act i

fast forward eleven years, and you're now in a wonderful boarding school. mother reluctantly sent you off to lyeant region at your father's discretion. puzzled, but not out right upset, you go and live in another world while your parents danced at galas and explored the world with their pokemon. you only knew of these things because of the post cards you'd get monthly from your mother; one from kanto, another three from different places in hoenn, the most recent from kalos. your father's business seemed to take him everywhere, and you grew jealous of the freedom he seemed to possess. you wished to go anywhere at any time and to have the power to act on your whims. you distinctly remember this year in your life, because it was the one in which you decided to conquer the world. one step at a time.

// act ii

gym leader: cromwell, fetch me a coffee. [break]

you blink, looking up from your work, the page slips from your fingers and slumps back to the book. without a word, you stand and walk to stage right. gym leader exits stage left. [break]
you turn to the audience. [break]
xander cromwell, flying gym trainer: i graduated top of my class at the trainer's school. i'm better than anyone in this fucking gym, yet i'm forced to fetch him coffee, do all the chores, and for what? "to learn," he says. learn what? that all i am to these people is a slave. [sighs.] but i have to get over it. this is the next step. then gym leader, then council member, then council leader, then president of the association. i can do this. no - i will do this.[break]
you exit stage right. two suspicious looking people enter stage right, spot light circles just them and their conspicuous team imum logo.[break]
grunt 1: this is the target, you ready? [break]
grunt 2: ready, sir! [break]
the light flickers off, stage covered in darkness. an explosion sounds in the distance. [break]
fast footsteps echo from stage right, you emerge from the darkness, soot covered and coughing. [break]
xander cromwell: everett! [coughs] damnit, where'd he go? [break]
you survey back of the stage, stagger towards stage left. grimacing. [break]
xander cromwell: i have to go back in for them. [break]
you curse again before running back off stage right.

// act iii

after surviving the war with imum, you found yourself successfully placed on the pokemon association council. your tactical presence during the war - although ruthless, but effective - earned you proper recognition. you father would be proud, if you were still in contact with them. unfortunately, communication became difficult in the war, and eventually, you dropped it altogether with them. it's easier to assume they're alive, happy somewhere, than to panic every day the post doesn't bring you word from them. [break]
your time with the council wasn't long before the loss of new veherna, but you could feel the blow as if you personally lost the front. the republic seemingly rose to heights from nothing - a story your heart sympathizes with. parallax is a steady threat, but their ideals ring truer in your heart than the associations. your mind is torn, but your goal is the same. rise to the top. claim control. but all you seem to be doing is fighting someone else's war.

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