⇀ Childhood - [0 - 14]

Irene met her future husband Ji after and incident resulting in her losing her leg, Ji being a prosthetist was the one highered to help her get herself a new leg. After that the two were fast friends, and later lovers, resulting in a pair of Cyndaquil twins when the couple were around 25.

Jerell and Jonesy were a handful, both having their own troublesome quirks, Jonesy being shy yet temperamental, and Jerell having far too much energy to keep track of. Jerell had a very bad habit of eating things off the floor or really just putting anything in his mouth, breaking things, or attempting to run off into crowds whenever he’d see something. He was an easy kid to lose, but at least he was loud and easy to find. Other than that though he was a nice kid, got along well with his family, and was social with other kids (even if he was at times a bit much for them- he liked to rough house a lot).

In school, the Cyndaquils attention span was no better, from the beginning of kindergarten, up till he dropped out in middle school. Jerell absolutely despised school, he was social and managed to make a few friends but in the end he’d only ever hang out with his twin brother or his new born little sister, Jeannine. School work was a hassle, he never wanted to do it because he didn’t get it, and his lack of an ability to sit still or pay attention created a poor relationship with his teachers. And, on top of that all, school just made him feel stupid, especially in comparison to how smart Jonesy was.

And so, around the tail end of things he just began skipping, although it wasn’t long until he was called out by his mother. Irene had always been diligent when it came to her children's schooling, and being lectured on grades was nothing new to Jerell, but it was a whole other ball park when it came to him flat out not showing up to school. He’d suggested he just drop out at this point, he hated school and felt like it was a waste of time, though his mother strongly disagreed with the idea, but, in the end he managed to sway her- but only if he got a job and worked his ass off if he wasn’t going to be going to school anymore.

⇀ Teenage - [14 - 19]

And so, that’s just what Jerell did. At 14, Jerell began job hunting- and managed to pick up some odd jobs around Tincaster, often small hard labour work like hauling crates or running errands for people. There was no doubt they young teen was a hard worker, it even leading to him eventually evolving while working- although his attitude did tend to get him in trouble. Being young and full of energy, Jerell also lacked a filter, which usually ended in him being fired from jobs for picking arguments with his employers, but with Tincaster being as big as it was, it was never hard to find a new job.

Being on the streets of Tincaster at such a young age, wasn’t exactly the best thing for the hyper kid though. It wasn’t long before Jerell started spending his time off or after work with some shady people- at times underage drinking and in a few instances dabbling in some drugs. He was always good at keeping these things out of the house thankfully, Jonesy being the only one who knew of some of the crap he’d been doing.

Though, being young, stupid, and drinking- quickly lead Jerell into fights, and soon enough he’d found himself picking a fight with the wrong person. It was a coworker who had tried to call him out for being drunk at work, and Jerell snapped at him- starting a fight, leading to his employed calling the police on the now 17 year old.

And so, he was arrested.

Due to their family having now a set of triplets, there was no way for them to pay Jerells bail, leading him to being thrown in prison, which proved to be the worst experience of the Quillavas life. Prison life quickly through Jerell into a depression, the only things keeping him sane being his cellmate, Michel. The Azumarill had been like a heaven sent to Jerell, the two watching each others back and providing comfort up until Jerell was released on good behaviour at 19.

⇀ Adulthood - [19 - 25]

Coming out of prison and seeing his family again nearly broke the young adult. He’d met with them through glass during meeting hours fairly frequently, but being able to hug and hold his parents, brother and little sisters almost felt like a luxury when he first got out. After getting out it took awhile for Jerell to start acting like himself again, he was meek and clearly seemed guilty- especially whenever he’d go home to his parents house at the end of a long day of job hunting. Soon enough though, he picked up a job again and he and Jonesy moved out and got themselves an apartment- which was a much needed first step to Jerell getting out of his funk.

Jerells current job had been selling meat at a morning market, and soon he was lucky enough to have the man employing him need help with hunting. This was quickly what put the Quillavas life back on track, as he was fast to learn the ropes and found he was very good at hunting. As time went by, he managed to get enough money to buy his own gear, and later a horse that was kept at a stable outside the city. By 22 Jerell was able to work freelance hunting and selling his own meat at the market, and soon enough open up a very small butcher shop. The man was living his best life, even evolving into a Typhlosion during one of his hunting trips. And so for the next few years his life only consisted off hunting, drinking, and going in and out of relationships, which, despite its ups and downs, Jerell found himself content with.

Until everything went to shit.

⇀ Disaster - [25]

What everyone would later call ‘the disaster’ began when Jerell and his family were out on a routine shopping trip, when a storm broke out and the sky opened up, Palkia and Dialga being seen up in the sky flashing pink and blue as they fought. The family had managed to find cover from storm with some other civilians for the majority of the storm luckily- but eventually rescue crews came looking for capable mon to assist in rescues, specifically those who could combat fire. And Jerell, having no sense of self preservation, quickly offered to assist, Jonesy tailing close behind him.

As the pair trudged through buildings, pulling out survivors and avoiding getting lost in the storm, they managed to make it back to their own apartment building. As the two made their way into their burning home and into their apartment, what the fire haddent gotten to was absolutely trashed by blasts of electricity and claw marks- seemingly from Jonesy’s now escaped pets (A rotom and a litten). The duo, not having anything left to salvage in their home turned to leave, only for Jerell to notice apart of the roof about to collapse- and on impulse he pushed his brother out of the way- finding himself crushed by the burning ceiling.

Jerell was alive, but stuck- if not for how bulky he was and his typing, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say he would of died on impact. Though the pain quickly sent the badger into a panic, clawing at the wood and metal crushing his left arm as his brother tore through the rubble to get to him. What Jerell refused to acknowledge was clear to Jonesy, the man’s arm was likely unsalvageable, and even if it was- there was no way for him to safely get his brother out before more of the building came down on them. This, with a fire axe given to them to assist in their rescues, Jonesy moved in to amputate his brothers arm.

Panicked, Jerell screamed and kicked at his twin- whatever he was trying to say was likely incoherent with his distress and the loud cracking of thunder and fire around them, though the man was silenced after the third strike, passing out from the pain. If not for his brother Jerell would of died in the building, the two being lucky enough that the disaster seemed to be nearing its end by the time Jonesy carried his unconscious brother out of the building.

⇀ Post Disaster - [25]

It would be awhile before Jerell woke up, being moved from a medical tent to a hospital, finally waking up in complete hestarics. The loss of his arm was hard for him to comprehend, Jerell constantly grabbing at his bandages that were covering the nub where his arm use to be. It took a long time to calm him down, the badger often waking up from nightmares in a resumed panic- this went on for days, the only thing that seemed to quell his panic attacks were the presence of his family and his twins promises to build him a new arm.

Over time, Jerell seemed to come terms with the lack of his arm, being out of the hospital helping a lot. It took a long time for him to get use to how light his body felt, the random jolts of pain, and of cores having to take it easy, but he was quickly improving. Months went by until Jerell finally got his new arm from Jonesy, nearly crying after it was attached, watching the metal fingers move at his will was absolutely amazing to him and he couldn’t of been happier. There was still a lot of physical therapy and recovery to go through, but having the arm on made it all a lot easier.

Over these next few months, Jerell managed to relax a bit to start keeping up with the news about mystery dungeons and guilds- all of it quickly catching his interest, especially after watching the first pink moon come and go, and later listening to the guild games over the radio. The second pink moon was really what kicked him into feeling like it was time to take action though. After a conversation with Jonesy, they settled on deciding to go to Everstone- as Jerell both craved a change of scenery and was intrigued by their “fixing the world” claims (also they won the guild games and that’s pretty cool). Thus, after packing their bags and a short boat trip, the duo were on their way to Everstone!