Lapras Valley High (It starts! LSUs Welcome!)

[Pichu Luver]

Name: Eric McAlister (nicknamed 'Shme')
Gender: M
Age: 15
Class: Freshman
Pokemon: Dratini (Yuki, female)
Physical Description: Lanky and not overly tall at 5'6. He has shaggy, very dark brown hair that never wants to lie flat. He doesn't brush it too often, which doesn't help, but it doesn't make much of a difference when he does anyway... His eyes are a brilliant shade of blue, and they'd be his only asset in the looks department, except for the fact he can't see two feet in front of him without his glasses. His glasses aren't anything special—thin-frame black rectangles—except they tint in the sun and are very difficult to break. His has a rather square face, with high cheek bones and an angular nose. Basically he looks like a darker, not-as-good-looking version of his older brother Drake. He isn't really muscled, except for the fact that he's decent at parkour/free running (thanks to the need to escape Drake many times). So he has the muscle to run away, just not the arm strength to pull himself up/climb things yet.
For clothes he usually wears a white t-shirt and a different plaid, button-up shirt over top everyday. Usually variations on blue, green and brown. He wears dark gray cargo pants with white socks, and black and white nondescript runners. He also has a light blue crystal ring on his right pinkie and silver ring engraved with a Dratini on his left thumb.
Personality: Not the sharpest tool in the shed, at least when it comes to people skills. He also has a speaking impairment in that he can't get to the point, he must say anything in the most fanciful way possible. He's very good at school, all A's, even though he seems like such a scatter brain. At some point he studies, just no one is quite sure when. He is usually gleeful and happy, when he's not running away from someone he's accidentally offended. So generally he's a dork but one most people just roll their eyes and deal with because he's mildly amusing.
History: Typical school-life prior to gaining entrance to LVH. He and his brother come from a very wealthy family, so they basically got anything they wanted (within reason... they weren't spoiled too badly). Spent an inordinate amount of time running away from bullies and his brother in school though, but that just transferred into a 'semi-sport' for him. So now he finds it fun. Sort of anyway. His Dratini he got from his parents; who bought it off a breeder as a gift to him for getting into LVH. She's supposedly from a long line of champions but she finds it hard to listen to her trainer. Seeing how he's such a goof and all. In battle she'll listen as she wants to kick some Poké-ass but otherwise... well... not so much. He just got her a couple months ago so they've yet to build a relationship.
Relationships: He is the younger brother of Drake, even if Drake pretends he doesn't know who he is. When no one is around to see Eric speaking to Drake it's a fairly good relationship. He'll generally be friends with anyone who doesn't try to beat him up within the first 10 seconds of meeting him.
Other: His nickname he got from sneezing when his mother's Bellossom was still a Gloom. He was allergic to it and tried to say 'me' in the middle of a sneeze. Drake never found out what he was saying, but gained a nickname for Eric that he detests.

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“DRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE! I WASN'T PARTICULARLY LOQUACIOUS!!!”

If Eric were any other young man he would probably be delighted that ten girls were chasing him. He certainly wouldn't be running quite so fast, nor pulling the stunts he currently was to avoid/outrun them. However Eric wasn't like any other young man. His current predicament was causing him to be deathly afraid for his life. Somehow or another he had managed to PO these ten young women with one—I repeat—one sentence. It was only thanks to his foresight in tying his luggage to his back he could run with speed at all.

Eric could see Drake, currently walking towards the Administration building, turn and stare at the group chasing Eric. His eyes widened just slightly at amount of girls chasing his brother before he shook his head.

Eric skidded to a stop in front of him, eyes pleading behind their lenses, “I cannot fathom what I did to offend them so, only that I commented on the deplorable state of their footwear. It truly is atrocious! They all seem unfit for walking! They were constantly complaining as I strolled behind them, and I merely mentioned the possibility of changing their ill-fitting shoes to something duly appropriate for walking. Then they seemly decided to end my life and descended on me with haste! It is an impossibility that detestable walking shoes would be well suited to running, but they have not stopped hounded my trail, and—”

“Eric, what have I told you about talking to girls?”

“Um... there was something mentioned about it was unwise to do so...”

“I said DON'T.”

“But you—”

“I am NOT you, I don't commit suicide when I hold a conversation with other human beings. Now get behind me.”

Eric would have protested but he could hear the raging, small-ish mob and quickly stood behind his older brother. He thought stood, but 'hide' was more appropriate for his cowering state.

Drake raised his hands and put on his most charming voice. “Ladies! Please! If you would just stop and listen to me a moment I will tell you why you don't want to kill him.”

They all glared at Eric but softened their gaze just slightly upon looking at Drake. “Why?” said (Eric assumed) a hot blond.

“Because... He is... well... I'm his caretaker as he is socially disabled. He doesn't really know what he is saying. He uses those long words so he sounds smart but he isn't always aware of just how insulting he is being. No social skills you know? Honestly he deserves pity for how unintelligent he is.”

Their gazes softened a little more and Drake pushed the point, “You all on the other hand obviously have great intellects for forgiving him so quickly. Your shoes really are very nice. My charge here probably just meant you should get insoles for comfort. No beautiful women should give up a good pair of shoes simply because they are a little uncomfortable.”

A few girls smiled and the others looked mollified so Drake leaned in a tad, “Now you should all go on and enjoy this lovely day. The administration here can be a bit touchy about non-students on their property. Silly I know, but rules are rules.”

“I know! It's soo stupid. Oh well, hope to see you on the beach sometime...?”

He smiled winningly, “Drake.”

“Drake. See you around. By little guy!”

They waved and walked off, chatting happily about colour matching insoles and Drake turned back to Eric, a scowl creasing his features.

“Now, what did I tell you before we got here?”

“Well you communicated a great host of things so I'm not sure—”

“About who I am in relation to you.”

“OH! Of course. I am no one. If anyone asks too many queries, I am your charge as I am socially disabled and you are assisting me in the normal behaviours of society.”

“Exactly. So if you get into trouble again, YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN. I have a reputation to build and you are not going to become the bane of it. Now, once more. Girls?”

“Are not to be conversed with on any occasion unless it is about school. I should under no circumstances, unless extreme torture is involved, comment on anything about their person. It will only lead to my untimely—though wholly satisfying to you—death.”

“Good.” He patted Eric on the shoulder and smiled a bit. “You learn well grasshopper. See to it you remember my teachings from here on out.”

Drake turned around and began walking back to the building. Eric frowned and followed an appropriate, non-familial, distance behind him. “Of course I'll remember Drake but...” Drake sighed and looked over his shoulder at him.

“Yes?”

“Will you teach me to talk probably eventually? I mean, ignoring girls only because they are vindictive and will never stop chasing me, doesn't seem like a satisfactory life-long strategy. Other young men are manageable because I can dodge and run away but...”

“If you are not dead by twenty I'll consider it.”

Eric smiled and nodded. “Great! I shall endeavour to survive to the ripe old age of twenty when my brain shall surely be up to the task of speaking properly to all life-forms.”

Eric thought he heard Drake snort but his hearing must be off.

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“And here is your ID Eric. Don't loose it as it gives you access to all the student areas in LVH.”

“Of course! I mean, no, I will not loose it, it shall be kept under great security.”

The guy just nodded and waved the next student to the chair. Eric looked at his picture. It wasn't too bad, the photographer had made him take his glasses off so the flash wouldn't obscure his picture. He looked slightly puzzled in it though. Probably because he could barely make out the camera with his glasses off.

He got to Aquaria Tower with no trouble, seeing someone collide with Drake but Eric of course obeyed the rules and did not acknowledging Drake's existence. His room was up quite a few flights of stairs but he didn't mind. He liked heights, even if they did not always agree with him. His room was the same colour of the rest of the tower, nice shades of blue and white. He dropped his luggage to the floor and let Yuki out as no one else was there. She promptly went to the window and Eric opened it for her to look out of.

“Well Yuki we have arrived at our destination. This should be a grand test of our skills in battle and proving our limitless knowledge. We shall inevitably be the best... assuming the girls don't kill me first.”