Hello, my name is Lilith. My real name is Joy though. But don't call me that. Ever. Like my mother and sisters and aunts and cousins, my hair is a disgusting shade of hot pink, my pale complexion makes me look frail and my face has a natural annoyingly gentle and innocent expression. Don't let my looks fool you, though. Unlike all the other women in the family, I have better things to do that to nurture and please. I'll kick your ass and not even think about saying sorry, much less of giving you an ice pack for your swelling face. That's just the way I am. The black sheep of the great Nurse Joy family.
I grew up, like everyone in my family, on Eden Island, in one of the family's community homes. Would you believe that I have thousands and thousands of relatives and that we all look alike and have the same name? It was a huge shock to me when I first started school and saw in educational videos people who were different. Before that, I had not known that males even existed. You see, Eden Island is populated entirely by Joys and a grand variety of Pokemon. I've heard that it houses almost every breed of Pokemon in the world and that they all live here in perfect harmony. According to propaganda, that is. You see, the whole island acts as a training institution for our future nursing duties. No exceptions. I remember the disappointment I felt and saw mirrored in the Joys that were my age when we found out, on the very first day of school, that nursing Pokemon was our only option and it would be what we would devote the rest of our lives to. My peers accepted it as time went by and found happiness in caring for and learning about Pokemon. I didn't.
It's quite ironic that I've become such an individual considering my lineage. My mother and sisters are excellent Nurse Joys. I heard that my mother, Nurse Joy at Ecruteak city, came up with an innovative treatment for ghost-type Pokemon. I actually have never met my mom. By the time I was conscious of her absence, she was already in the Outside world which I could only hope to glimpse at in videos. With my record, I might never graduate and remain stuck here for the rest of my life. I considered faking it just so I could get to explore the vast world out there and meet real people and maybe become a Pokemon trainer, but it seems I just don't have the personality of a conformer. I stayed back and watched as my sisters and cousins all became Nurse Joys and graduated. It scared me that I might someday become like them.
My troubles, or rather my solution, began when I found a baby Lapras washed up on the shore one day as I was skipping class. Despite being imperfect as a Nurse Joy, I do have a natural affinity with Pokemon and know how to treat wounds. The Lapras had been separated from its parents and wounded by some jerkface with a motor boat, I understood. As I cared for the Lapras, it gradually grew fond of me and an escape plan hatched in my mind: as soon as it got better, it would be my ticket out of here. I just had to bide my time, avoid being discovered, and come up with a disguise for the Outside. Then my great adventure would begin.