My name's Vera, and I'm a gym leader. I defend the gym in Ruby Town, pretty
well, I must say. Let me tell you about myself...
I was born in Mahogany town, my father, Arnold, is a warden at the lake of rage, and my mother, Joy, works in the pokémon centre there. When I was about one year old, Dad found an Abra in some tall grass. Even though he's not a trainer, he'd been given ultra balls to catch any pokémon that may appear - you know, for protection, like. He caught it, and brought it home. Mum laughed when he showed it to her, she said it looked a lot like me. I was asleep in my crib, and the pokémon was sleeping too. So that's where Abra went, into my crib. It would have been funny, to see a little baby hugging an equally small pokémon like it was a doll, but Abra seemed to like it.
When I was about two, I could say most words, and walk pretty well. I guess I was one of them precarious children you read about. Abra and I soon became inseparable. We used to sit on mum's counter and watch the Blisseys work. Sometimes Abra would teleport himself around, into the medicine cupboard and stuff. It was funny. Mum didn't seem to like it, I don't think. I guess that's why she was so glad to see me and Abra go off to the day-care.
The day-care centre was fun, too. We used to get into lots of trouble, sneaking into the biscuit tin and such. I wished I could teleport, would have been fun to appear anywhere you liked. Everything went on like this for a while, until my fifth birthday. That was when Mum and Dad got me probably the best present ever - a Charmander. It was so cute, I grinned at the sight of it. I think I got a picture book or two as well, but I liked the pokémon more. So it was Charmander, Abra, and I. I must admit Abra was still my favourite, because Charmander had a habit of burning us whenever we did anything it didn't like. But we were a nice threesome. The best was our first day at proper school. I was in an annoying uniform, with Abra beside me. Charmander was in a pokéball - my newest possession. The teacher was pretty shocked to see a young girl like me with a pokéball on a chord around her neck, and an Abra standing beside her. But for some reason, Abra was allowed to stay. Year 1 passed, I learnt to read and write that year. I was pretty popular, because none of the others had anything more than a pet Rattata or Pidgey.
So school continued as normal until I was eight, in year three. By then I was turning into a geek, so no one seemed to like me. The worse were these year fives, these really big guys. One had a Nidorino, the other, a Raticate, and the last one had a Drowzee. They were teasing Abra and me, saying how we were useless. They were especially mean to Abra, and the Drowzee's trainer, Damien, was the worst of them all. He thought he was so great because he had a psychic pokémon that didn't just teleport. I became used to the teasing; Damien would get Drowzee to pound Abra or me, depending on what kind of mood he was in, and Abra would teleport me to safety. One day, Damien, Nathan (the Nidorino's trainer) and Ralph, who owned the Raticate, cornered Abra and me. Abra was awake for once in his life, and he didn't like what he saw. Ralph told his pokémon to bite us, Nidorino was told to poison sting, and Drowzee was given orders to put us to sleep. Suddenly, Abra turned bright white, the silhouette growing larger, before a moustache grew on his face, and a spoon appeared in his hand. He turned back into normal colours again, a star on his forehead. "Kadabra!" He said, and launched a kinesis attack, the boys and their pokémon floated in the air, immobile. I grinned, and hugged him. "You're the greatest!" I praised, and he shook his head "Kadabra! Dabra!" He had that humble character, all in the line of duty sense. It was then I decided to give him a nickname, Humility.
A year passed, and no bullies ever dared mess with me from that day. I was still friendless, with only Humility and Charmander. Charmander was becoming tamer, though. He didn't burn me as often. His tameness became more pronounced when I let him out of his pokéball more often.
I was born in Mahogany town, my father, Arnold, is a warden at the lake of rage, and my mother, Joy, works in the pokémon centre there. When I was about one year old, Dad found an Abra in some tall grass. Even though he's not a trainer, he'd been given ultra balls to catch any pokémon that may appear - you know, for protection, like. He caught it, and brought it home. Mum laughed when he showed it to her, she said it looked a lot like me. I was asleep in my crib, and the pokémon was sleeping too. So that's where Abra went, into my crib. It would have been funny, to see a little baby hugging an equally small pokémon like it was a doll, but Abra seemed to like it.
When I was about two, I could say most words, and walk pretty well. I guess I was one of them precarious children you read about. Abra and I soon became inseparable. We used to sit on mum's counter and watch the Blisseys work. Sometimes Abra would teleport himself around, into the medicine cupboard and stuff. It was funny. Mum didn't seem to like it, I don't think. I guess that's why she was so glad to see me and Abra go off to the day-care.
The day-care centre was fun, too. We used to get into lots of trouble, sneaking into the biscuit tin and such. I wished I could teleport, would have been fun to appear anywhere you liked. Everything went on like this for a while, until my fifth birthday. That was when Mum and Dad got me probably the best present ever - a Charmander. It was so cute, I grinned at the sight of it. I think I got a picture book or two as well, but I liked the pokémon more. So it was Charmander, Abra, and I. I must admit Abra was still my favourite, because Charmander had a habit of burning us whenever we did anything it didn't like. But we were a nice threesome. The best was our first day at proper school. I was in an annoying uniform, with Abra beside me. Charmander was in a pokéball - my newest possession. The teacher was pretty shocked to see a young girl like me with a pokéball on a chord around her neck, and an Abra standing beside her. But for some reason, Abra was allowed to stay. Year 1 passed, I learnt to read and write that year. I was pretty popular, because none of the others had anything more than a pet Rattata or Pidgey.
So school continued as normal until I was eight, in year three. By then I was turning into a geek, so no one seemed to like me. The worse were these year fives, these really big guys. One had a Nidorino, the other, a Raticate, and the last one had a Drowzee. They were teasing Abra and me, saying how we were useless. They were especially mean to Abra, and the Drowzee's trainer, Damien, was the worst of them all. He thought he was so great because he had a psychic pokémon that didn't just teleport. I became used to the teasing; Damien would get Drowzee to pound Abra or me, depending on what kind of mood he was in, and Abra would teleport me to safety. One day, Damien, Nathan (the Nidorino's trainer) and Ralph, who owned the Raticate, cornered Abra and me. Abra was awake for once in his life, and he didn't like what he saw. Ralph told his pokémon to bite us, Nidorino was told to poison sting, and Drowzee was given orders to put us to sleep. Suddenly, Abra turned bright white, the silhouette growing larger, before a moustache grew on his face, and a spoon appeared in his hand. He turned back into normal colours again, a star on his forehead. "Kadabra!" He said, and launched a kinesis attack, the boys and their pokémon floated in the air, immobile. I grinned, and hugged him. "You're the greatest!" I praised, and he shook his head "Kadabra! Dabra!" He had that humble character, all in the line of duty sense. It was then I decided to give him a nickname, Humility.
A year passed, and no bullies ever dared mess with me from that day. I was still friendless, with only Humility and Charmander. Charmander was becoming tamer, though. He didn't burn me as often. His tameness became more pronounced when I let him out of his pokéball more often.