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Post by Atticus Evans on Mar 14, 2020 21:12:55 GMT
Atticus Tobias Louis Evans, MD
December 30, 1974
Maple City, Arciel
Tell us a little about yourself. How would you describe yourself?
The interviewer sounded young to Atticus. She couldn’t be more than thirty if that. He had to wonder what kinds of assumptions she was making about him by his appearance alone. He was older, and he felt it, but he wore himself well enough, he thought, with black suit pants and a button up shirt. The cane across his knees and the way he had walked in was indicative of many things, and he could bet she was or would be considering how to ask that later. Everyone always did, and that was fine.
He supposed he should actually answer the question instead of getting lost in his own musings. “Hm, well,” Atticus began carefully. Normally these sorts of meetings had him asking the questions, so it took him a moment to come up with something substantial. “I’m a clinical psychologist, psychiatrist, and pathologist,” he started with. “I have entirely too many medical qualifications and spent entirely too much time in school.” A small laugh came and went from him. “But if nothing else, I’d say my purpose is to help people, in whatever form and fashion that falls into.” He could hear the (writing) pen scratching on paper as the woman writes notes down, but he doesn’t add anything more to that.
Why are you interested in the class you've chosen?
Atticus gave a crooked smile. “Well, to be honest, there wasn’t a lot I was interested in,” he admitted. The woman half-laughed, and Atticus shrugged his shoulders in response. “I’m not really interested in being boxed into a class per say, but I…. do have ….” Atticus paused as he felt his features warming. It felt silly to say this at his age, but he was going to. He’d committed to it. “A dream of one day matching younger individuals with what we’d clinically call service Pokemon.” As if he could see, Atticus looked away. “....Sooner, rather than later.” He muttered under his breath now and tried not to reflect on that too much.
Why are you interested in training in Arciel? Why not another region?
Training was a strange word to be placed there, but Atticus realized shortly after the interviewer was most definitely reading from a defined script. “I’ve traveled many regions over the years,” he began. “But I’m originally from Maple City, and my late husband was from Ash City. I’d like our kid to have a chance to grow up near family…. Other family.”
A tension had settled in the air. Atticus could hear it in the way the pen was hesitant to write now. It was probably a little too personal and a little too uncomfortable for the interviewer to ask, so Atticus went on instead. “Aside from that, with the influx of new trainers in the area, there will potentially be a lot of business as a breeder... and a psych.” He could hear the pen going again. That was the answer she was going with, probably.
What do you consider your best attributes? They can be physical, mental, social, or anything else.
A snicker turned into a more genuine laugh. That was a funny question. “How many people have you managed to fluster with that question?” Atticus asked, grinning softly. “I can only imagine the fidgety kiddos stuttering out something they don’t really mean.”
That wasn’t answering the question though, and as the interviewer had the gal to mention this, Atticus fell quiet for a moment. His fingers drummed on his cane, and he habitually glanced upwards as he thought over this. “I’d say my ability to understand people supersedes everything,” he answered. “That and my willingness to… help others help themselves. Makes me good at what I do, usually.”
What do you consider your worst attributes? Be honest, now!
Hah, he should have guessed that was coming next. Atticus reached up for the blackout shades over his eyes and pulled them up revealing the straightforward purple gaze. “I went blind in my thirties. Diagnosed with mid-onset macular degeneration. It runs in my family,” he dropped the shades and set his hand on the cane again. “I can see light and close shapes but I’m expected to lose even that as I get older.”
An awkward silence threatened to fill the space again, but Atticus wouldn’t let it. Whereas some might have shied away from such a thing, he had long since become comfortable with it. “It makes getting around a little annoying, and I’ve had to fight to keep my clinical licenses, but it’s not like I’m a surgeon.” Atticus grinned a little at that and shrugged his shoulders. “It sucks, but whatcha gonna do, ya know?” He could hear the interviewer scratching something out and rewriting it again.
“Aside from that….I can be a bit overbearing,” Atticus went on, almost more comfortable describing his flaws than his strengths. “Especially around those I feel needing protection. I guess ever since I had my kid… and lost my husband, it’s just gotten worse heh.” He sighed softly. “But I try and reel that in at least in the clinical setting.”
What was your childhood like? How was school?
“Well that was ages ago heh,” Atticus answered. “I assume you mean up through high school anyways….?” The interviewer mentioned that he could say about as much as he wanted so long as there was something to go on.
Well then. “It was fine. I was the oldest of three. My parents were both medical professionals who owned their own clinic. I grew up hanging around that a lot when I wasn’t off doing other things. My brother and I were reasonably close, but he kept dragging me into his bullshit now and again.” Despite the harsh language, Atticus was smiling as if perhaps he were reminiscing such things rather than just describing them.
“Our sister was born when I was in high school, and I was kind of too busy for her for most of our lives. It didn’t help that she… uh… “ Atticus frowned as he realized how his wording could be taken and decided to rephrase it. “Is a half-sister. Our mother was having an affair.” Ruffling his own hair a little, Atticus went on. “Not that she’s any less of a sister in the long run. But the generational gap never really went away, I’d say.”
There was a small pause before Atticus went on again. “I did alright in school, had friends, enemies, the like,” he seemed a little distracted then but kept speaking. “I didn’t really keep up with any of them once I went to college in Ivy Town and met my husband.” He smiled a little bit at that. “He was my dorm’s RA and I put him through hell.” A softness crept into Atticus’s voice like no other. “We were married right out of undergrad, and while I was going to med school out in Unova, he opened a small business as a Pokemon breeder specializing in unique characteristics— Genetics and all that.” A pause. And Atticus went on.
“We had our kid kind of late, but I wanted to at least have a job myself first.” He explained. “Not much exciting happened after that.” He snorted. “Just working and being a parent…” His hand shifted a little on the cane. Breathe in, breathe out. “I lost my husband back during the ‘Alien Invasion’ of the Ultra Beasts five years ago. He…” His voice cracked, and Atticus fell silent.
For an uncomfortable moment, the interviewer tried to assure him that he didn’t have to tell any further if he didn’t want to. But Atticus knew this was…. supposed to be cathartic. It was supposed to mean something to say it out loud. That was kind of the point of speak-therapy anyways. Heh, granted that wasn’t what this was in the least. Poor woman; he should probably stop burdening her. “Ah… sorry… that should be enough….” he managed to finish with. The interviewer muttered something that he didn’t catch.
How is your relationship with your family?
Silence. The interviewer waited, ready to skip over it if necessary. Atticus had already said so much, and she should have just skipped it. She should have just—
Finally, though, Atticus spoke. “I’m still on good terms with my parents and my siblings. My parents are still in Maple, and my brother is here and there. Our sister travels a lot,” he said slowly, precariously. “I’m …. Not on great terms with my late husband’s family, but they’re not bad people, usually. I love my kid, of course.”
Atty shifted forward grabbing a wallet with the expertise of habit, opened it, and fished out the first thing from the first slot before holding it forward. It was a young person making a funny face at the camera. It’s ever so slightly off as if perhaps they'd set the picture and then run back to place themself. “They're going to be eighteen this year. It’s hard to believe.” He would have went on, but something had him pausing and he sighed again. “I try not to ‘embarrass’ 'em to much since they're at that age.”
What do you like to do for fun?
Atticus snorted softly. “Embarrass my kid,” he followed up briefly from the previous statement before shrugging his shoulders slowly. “I listen to a lot of audio books and do wood working.” He paused before continuing. “Not exactly the power saw type but smaller things. I finished re-staining an old bookshelf recently.” He hummed thoughtfully. “I’d like to get out more, but that’s a work in progress as it stands right now.” He grinned and shrugged his shoulders. It wasn’t on the top of his list of things, but getting a chance to see more of Arciel did have some appeal.
What are your feelings on romance?
Silence. The interviewer groaned. She hadn’t meant to, this was just, she needed to…. Ugh. Atticus had turned his head away from her to questionably look out the window. Shifting somewhat, he rested his cheek on his fist and hummed out slowly.
“I still think about Ken a lot….” he started, cutting off the interviewer’s apology mid-speech. This was the first time he’d said one of his loved one’s names in the interview, she realized. “He was sort of a one-time thing, I think. I’m not the most romantic person around. I just wanted to be by his side for as long as possible, so when he was like ‘hey wanna get married’ I was like ‘sure why not’.” Atticus chuckled more to himself than not.
“Our kid keeps insisting that I should move on and find someone else, but…. eh….” A small smile came and went from Atticus’s features as he looked forward again and leaned back further in the chair. “I’m not exactly interested right now.”
What are your goals for the future? Short-term and long-term.
“Mmmm well….” Atticus scotched his cheek and then rested it on his hand. “I’d like to keep working as a psych as well as just overall being good enough as a parent.” But those were more overarching goals and things he had some experience with after so long. “I do want to start working on that breeding business as well as get out a bit more.”
Hm, what else? This probably would have been easier if he was younger, actually. Back then, academia in itself was a goal worth achieving, and then from there it was doing well in his first few clinical years. Now that he was established, he was sort of riding the tendrils of all of that hard work and effort. Maybe that said more about him than anything, actually. Atticus bit the inside of his mouth. Maybe he should make it a goal to find better and more concise goals. Yeah, that sounded good.
If you could be a Pokemon, what species or typing would you choose and why?
Atticus tilted his head to one side and then the other as he considered it. The question wasn’t, if he was a species, what would he have been designated. Arceus wasn’t the one making a decision here, it was him. What would he choose?
“Excluding or including legendary Pokemon?” he asked. The interviewer paused and then gave him the leeway to exclude or include of his own choosing. Hm…. “Solgaleo or Lunala…” he answered. “If the legends are true, they could traverse different dimensions which would be… neat.” Neat, yeah. Or actually even. “Maybe Celebi….” he muttered under his breath after. Spending more time with Ken would have been nice.
What do Pokemon mean to you?
Hm??? “They’re sentient forces of nature….” Atticus smirked a little at his own wording. “They’re incredibly powerful and incredibly tolerant of us humans.” A pause. “And they’re… in a lot of ways much better than us as humans. They can sense far beyond our ranges. They can fight things out and recoup their injuries faster than us. And they seem to maintain peace a lot better than we can…..”
“That being said…. They’re… incredible allies and friends for that alone. They can just… save people in more ways than one…” Atticus went on. “I can’t wait to raise them and help others establish long lasting bonds with them.” His chest was suddenly so warm, wow. He’d managed to suddenly feel so endeared by the prospects.
Anything else you'd like to tell us about before you go?
“Mmmmm I don’t think so,” Atticus answered. “If you need anything else from me, please let me know.”
6'05" / 196 cm
Atticus is generally a well dressed and well put together person. He keeps himself clean shaven, keeps his hair brushed, and overall comes off with a sort of relaxed professional demeanor. He wears a special set of shades that protect his eyes from excess sun and often doesn't take them off even when indoors.
He's of a mixed heritage and while he can tan, he often just doesn't. His hair is jet black except a few notable shades of gray here and there. It waves down his skull and can look messy even when he has brushed it. His irises are a mix of purple and pink and tend to be more one or the other depending on lighting.
His aura is a series of soft blues and greens like a pond with green plants at the bottom. Its shape is overall circular around him and tends to ripple like water. It moves very very slowly.
Skills, Abilities, & Notoriety
0 - Neutral
Atticus speaks Common as his only primary language. He knows a few words in various languages but not near enough to carry on a conversation.
He is legally blind. The world isn’t all black and sightless, but everything is blurry to the point of being unhelpful. He started losing his sight at the age of thirty after being diagnosed with early-onset macular degeneration. He is a carrier of the disease rather than having it full blown from birth which lead to the “mid-onset” sort of degradation. This has not stopped him at all.
Louis is Atty's "maiden name" which he dropped upon marrying Ken Evans. They both agreed Atticus Evans sounded nicer than Ken Louis. Their kid is unnamed but would have the last name Evans as well. I will probably put them up for wanted ad.
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