VENTURA

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It might sound kinda sad, but that's just what I seem to know

Jupiter is a runt. His tense, timid body language only serves to highlight how tiny he is - he's often overlooked in favor of larger, more bombastic pokemon. His fur is almost hilariously unkempt and stray twigs and leaves are often caught in it. He likes to think it makes him more natural and he has a strong distaste for grooming more then is strictly required. At complete odds with his unkempt appearance, he wears an old and well-loved pink bow that's probably a little too large for him. It was made from the baby blanket he was found in and his name is stitched into the fabric with blue thread.[break][break]

Despite his distaste for grooming himself, he keeps his surroundings as neat and tidy as possible. Often, his current lair is shockingly clean and devoid of anything of a personal nature.[break][break]

I tend to handle things usually by myself

Jupiter's family home has long faded into an indistinct memory comprised of fuzzy shapes and sounds. He cannot recall specific details such as his mother's face or the names of his many siblings but he remembers the press of warm fur and the overwhelming noise of the crowded house. He knows that he was the only nickit among his mother's many litters and that his presence often made her sad - so he took to avoiding her and only appearing at meal times.[break][break]

He had many half-siblings, cousins and nieces and nephews that were constantly under his mother's feet. She struggled to feed them all with the help of her adult children - he still wonders how she managed to do so well for so long.[break][break]

Something had to give eventually, he supposes. It might as well have been him.[break][break]

He probably wasn't abandoned. It's quite likely that he simply wandered off one day and his mother didn't notice until it was too late. He was always a restless child.[break][break]

It's for the best. He was found eventually, after all, and the old kangaskhan who took him in really did care for him. Theresa never called him son or hugged him but she did give him food and a place to sleep. The only token of his family was a soft pink blanket that he was wrapped in when he was found.[break][break]

He hasn't talked to her in a long time. He wonders if she's okay. He wonders if she thinks about him too.[break][break]

Probably not.[break][break]

He'd always been a troublesome child, you see. Always too curious and too willing to question what he was told. Why wasn't he allowed to walk on the grass? Why couldn't he have sweets for breakfast? Why should he respect his elders? But as his body grew, so too did his distaste of the rules. How terrible it was to be told what to do with no clear reasoning behind it![break][break]

So it was that Jupiter often broke rules simply for the sake of breaking them. He would tear down signs that decreed silly things like 'no loitering' and he would steal pies from windows if they weren't watched over carefully. It got to the point that the pokemon in his neighborhood would look at him and whisper disapprovingly under their breath about nasty little nickits with dirty paws.[break][break]

"It's not cute anymore," They would say to Jupiter's foster mother when they thought he couldn't hear, "When are you going to get rid of that little beast?"[break][break]

Theresa never said anything to him. She would sigh and shake her head fondly at Jupiter's antics and she kept quiet about how he was destroying her reputation - how her neighbors no longer invited her into their homes and clutched their children close when she passed. As if it was Theresa who was responsible for how Jupiter had turned out.[break][break]

So, on the eve of his sixteenth birthday, Jupiter packed a pillow case full of the things he needed to survive. He didn't say goodbye or even leave a note. It was for the best, after all, and this wasn't the first family he'd abandoned. Theresa was happy to see him go, he was sure.[break][break]

Jupiter met many interesting people while on the road. An older thievul who swore up and down that he looked like a woman he'd once loved and followed Jupiter for an entire spring. A cute and clever espurr who taught him how to sing during the summer nights they spent together. A purrloin who became his partner in crime for a winter. New people came into his life with the beginning of a season and he abandoned them with the end of it.[break][break]

His need to be alone and his fear of commitment waged a war with his desire to be known and loved. His life became a pattern of short-lived, intense relationships that he would drop once they dared to tell him they loved him. Once or twice, he tried to return to them - only to find that he had been replaced. Too little, too late they would tell him. You had your chance.[break][break]

Love frightened him. He knew that he wouldn't - couldn't - change for the people who loved him. He knew that one day they would get tired of wandering and want a home and a family - something that he would never be able to provide.[break][break]

And I can't ever seem to try and ask for help

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