"You may hurt me with the turth. But NEVER comfort me with a lie."

Description

Alistair came from a rather wealthy family. The parents were only the most prideful of their little bundles of joy. He had himself, his younger brother {Glaceon}, his mom {Umbreon} and his dad {Flareon}. They only had the best schools for them, best things to buy them- they honestly had everything they could ever want. Him and his brother were to inheirt their parents wealth, split of course. Alistiar had a very close relationship with his family, and absolutely adored them. He thought his life was perfect.

At least, it was. You see, there was one night the brothers wanted to go see a concert. They begged and pleaded their parents to let them go, which they finally gave in and allowed them to do so. Alistair and his brother were pumped to say the least. At this time, he was 16, so his parents trusted him to keep an eye on his brother. And he did just that. It started to get rather dark, which made Alistair feel a bit iffy. He had NEVER felt comfortable in the dark. NEVER felt comfortable with the night. But it was reaching the end of the night, which he was glad for.

However, the two had lost each other in the crowd. More specfically, his brother wandered off. Alistair did his damn best trying to find his younger sibling. Time continuted to pass and minutes became hours. He started to panic. Where was his brother? Well, he DID find him that night. But not in the way he would have EVER wanted to see him. He was down and a bloody mess. He quickly switched to a sobbing mess and ran up to his brother. Quickly shouting for someone to call for help. Help was called, but it was already too late. "H-Hey Ali. . ." His brother said, a defeated expression playing on his face. "I. . .I-I shouldn't have. . .w-wandered-"
"No shut up. Your going to be fine. Come on hurry up." The last part was under his breath, more so refering to the medics. This got a weak chuckle. His brother put his hand on Alistair's shoulder. "W-We. . .we know better." He then gave him a smile. "C-Come on. . .give me a-a smile Ali. . .
"How am I supposed to smile when your down like this?"
"L-Like this." He then gave his own smile up towards his brother.

Alistair bit his lip and he heard another very weak chuckle. "G-Guess I. . .shouldn't e-e-expect that. . .from you huh?"
"C-Come on shut up. Your gonna-"
"Ali. . .it. . .its okay." With that, before further arguement, he was gone. Which made Alistair panic and shout. If he wasn't a sobbing mess before, he sure was now.

After those events, home became unbearable. He was constantly blammed for his sibling's death. Alistair knew it wasn't his fault but. . .maybe it was? He was hearing it so much, so consistently, that he started to feel like it was and feel guilty for it. More than he already was. Only a year later, when he was 17, he was thrown to the streets by his parents. They held hatred in their eyes, which got him to snarl right back at them.

He found it hard to live on his own for quite sometime. He ridded of his rich clothes he previously had and found it better suited to his more. . ."rugged" clothing. He became rather cold to others and was VERY untrusting of them. Though when he turned 23, he found that he shouldn't act so rudely to EVERYONE. It wasn't their fault to what had happened in his life. There was no reason to be treating them so poorly. While he still isn't exactly a big fan of other Pokemon, he isn't as despising as he once was previously. Due to all this however, he had become a very protective guy to those who he grew close to and absolutely HATED being out late and alone. Even more so than he previously was.