P-1094: Neil

Trainer:T-320 Mirasol
Name: Neil
Gender: Male (referred to as He/him)

Species: Pedigree (Minun)
Ability: Technician - Adds one brewing item from missions

Physical Description:
An average Minun with a red ribbon tied to his tail.

Personality:
Neil has always lived in an unnamed forest (he doesn’t know nor care of how humans call places, that is simply “their home”) with his best friend Pól (a Plusle).
He has little to no trust in humans, not from any terrible/painful past, but purely from hearsay from other pokémon in the forest.
He’s stubborn and expresses himself mostly with his face.

History: [ /!\ Implied mentions of death/hunting ]
It’s been -what, a year or two- since the last time he and Pól interacted.
He can’t remember what happened.
Did they have a fight?
It must be, because why else would Pól have disappeared.
No… it can’t be right, they never disagree on anything, and why does he remember a Braviary, his shadow on the grass, getting bigger, his wings flapping swiftly, the beak open to catch something, and then-
Well, surely he remembers it wrong!
And everything is fine, Pól is out there and he has to find his best friend.
…
“Uh, is that- POL! THERE YOU ARE!!” the little Minun yelled at the clearly shaped Plusle ears he saw running through the tall grass.
But why wasn’t he replying? Why was he running away, as if he didn’t understand his language (impossible! they’re both pokémon, right?)?
And why did he look so different? He only had his ears, why was he floating, why was he faster, why was he more… sphere-shaped?
Neil quickly hopped out of the grass and- A HUMAN!? Why do they look like my friend?
“Give him back!!” the Minun launches at the person in front of them, the human first surprised then ponderous. What was going on inside their (clearly empty!) head?
Then they said something in a faint voice “Is it the work of one of those so-called ‘Neras’?”
“Nera? Nonsense! The others were right, humans lie! What are you calling my friend! Give him back!”
The human paused, maybe they had connected the dots.
“Are you looking for your friend?”
The Minun looked right at them, a look clearly meaning they guessed correctly!
"Don't worry, we'll figure this out" a promise she wasn't sure she could maintain "In the meantime can you keep me company?" and a hand lent towards the Minun, a hint of reservation in his eyes.