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I put way too much thought into this NPC. Also, I didn't have his main outfit 100% decided until now. What he wears in the introduction comic is another outfit of his.

NPC Introduction

Edit 16/10/20: Additional information that was approved by a Mod has been added.

Name: Morgan Shei Lee “Cain”
Birthday: December 28
Age: 32
Gender: Male (Trans)
Height: 6’ 10”
Weight: 230 lbs

Pokemon Team:
Asmodeus - M - Chandelure/Exeggcute -
Lucifer - M - Charizard/Glalie -
Abaddon - F – Luxray/Weavile -

Personality:
Positive: adaptable | diligent | impartial | practical | rational | reliable
Negative: serious; a ‘no nonsense’ kind of guy | cynical | patronizing | procrastinator | blunt

Morgan’s overall demeanor is rather professional; back and head held straight, prim and proper. He’s very respectful to those he feels deserves it but considering his company, there isn’t very many people on that list. Even though he is blind, he’ll listen to your qualms and will determine if you are worth his time. He can give off the impression that he doesn’t care; either that is true or he’s just exhausted. Most of the time he doesn’t show emotion; only when it calls for it and that’s usually when he’s intimidating someone. (i.e. The 8 page introduction comic ) He does have a sense of humour but he has that ‘business first’ outlook on things.

History:
Years upon years of her parents trying, Morgan was finally born in Kanto into a life filled with cheer, relief, and outright pampering. All this mainly coming from her Mother who at age 44, was happy to finally have her first child who ends up being her only child. A daughter. Just what she was dreaming and hoping to have during all her years of trying because of fertility issues. The only thing her Mother was really upset and disappointed about, about a year into caring for her baby, was finding out that Morgan was blind. It was hard for her to accept the fact that her daughter wasn’t going to grow up to have a normal life but she pushed through those thoughts to take care of the daughter she always wanted.

In the first 5 years of her life, Morgan’s father wasn’t really in the picture. He was there on rare occasions but then will disappear weeks on end for business trips. The times that he was home, she didn’t want to have anything to do with him and stuck to her Mother’s side. Later on, on a few occasions, she would overhear her parents fighting over the fact that her Father wasn’t around much to be with his daughter.

Then one day, after a month away, Morgan’s Father came back in a rush and scooped up his daughter and hugged her close. Morgan didn’t fight the hug like she normally would, she hugged him back just as hard because at this point she wasn’t afraid of him and just wanted her Father to stay home. And stay he did.

Over the next years, both of Morgan’s parents were there to help raise her; help her navigate through her blindness, take her to classes to learn Braille, make sure she was well taken care of. Even had to make sure she was eating enough since unlike other children her age, she didn’t fuss about wanting a snack. She just ate whatever was given to her and no more than that so she grew up a rather thin child.

Things were going well enough with her relationship with her parents and overall daily life but to Morgan herself, something felt… off. It wasn’t a huge feeling, just this small nagging thing in the back of her mind. She didn’t know what it was so she just ignored it, especially through the times when she would want to play in the mud or horse around with her father but her Mother would scold her and say something along the lines of, “No Morgan, only boys do that.”

Morgan asked to have her hair cut at one point because it felt like it was always getting in the way.

“Only boys have short hair.”

Only boys do this. Only boys do that. It was a constant reminder from her Mother that had always bothered her, made her feel like something was wrong but she had no word to define what it was.

She wanted to play outside but her Mother wouldn’t allow it because her two reasons were “Only boys do that” and “You’ll get your dress dirty.” She didn’t mind the dresses but the thing that always irked her was how they flowed and how they always caught on things she was walking by. They were a hindrance just like her hair.

It took awhile before her Father finally convinced her Mother to let her play outside; have her wear play clothes so she doesn’t get the dresses dirty. Let her be a kid and not a Princess. Once in clothes that didn’t hinder what she could do for movement wise, simple shorts and a t-shirt, Morgan felt free. That wrong feeling was still there but she felt lighter. She felt like she could do anything; run, play in the mud, roll around in the grass, kick a ball around that she had to search for every time because of her blindness but that’s what made it fun.

Since getting that first taste of freedom in clothes that she could move in however way she wanted, everytime she was put back in a dress or skirt afterwards the off feeling would return but somehow worse. She used to not mind the dresses but now she hated them, hated how they made her feel.

Her parents saw how happy she looked playing outside for once but they were constantly worried that she might get hurt without the ability to see where she was going. It was then that they got Morgan her own partner Pokemon, a Hoothoot, who will help keep an eye on her if her parents had their backs turned from her for only a second.

Things were looking up until one day, when Morgan was 10 years old, her parents got in a fight. She remembers the word ‘cheated’ getting thrown around during that fight. Even though her parents stayed together afterwards, their relationship was rather tense since then. But they stook it out for their daughter, to help raise her together.

Things just went more downhill for Morgan since then. Especially when puberty hit and her chest began to grow. Her mother was so proud that her daughter was becoming a woman. Morgan herself didn’t like it, she wanted to go around without a shirt on again but couldn’t. That slight wrong feeling she had turned into a wave. Her body felt gross and wrong, everything felt wrong.

She fought with her Mother to let her dress herself now, that she was old enough to do it on her own. Her Mother would argue that she can’t tell what she’s putting on, that she won’t be able to tell how good she looks without her help. Morgan didn’t care, she just wanted to wear whatever she was comfortable in to help get rid of that wrong feeling.

Morgan even got fed up enough that she cut her hair short which helped a lot with relieving the wrong feeling. Nothing was flowing, nothing was catching on anything, she felt like she could move again without worrying if her dress or skirt was being blown by the wind the wrong way. Her Mother was furious but her Father only encouraged her to do what she is comfortable with.

Her height grew, growing out of those dresses. Her Mother would buy her new ones but after the first 10 or so failed attempts to get her daughter to wear them, she felt it was best to wait for her growth spurt to stop before getting new ones.

It wasn’t until she grew taller than her Mother, on her way towards her Father’s height that something happened that lit a spark in her. One day when she was 14 years old and was helping her Father cut the grass, having him watch over her as she pushes the lawnmower, is when she overhears her Father mention to a neighbour, “My daughter is the son that I never had.”

This made her pause in her thoughts as that wrong feeling retreated a good bit. It made her feel light again and she found that she preferred being called a ‘son’ instead of a ‘daughter.’ It felt right.

But this made a thought go through her mind: What was wrong with her?

It wasn’t until a few months later during school that pieces of a puzzle began to fit together. She was hanging with a few classmates, listening to her one friend admit that she preferred girls over boys so being in an all girls school was heaven to her. At one point the term ‘transgender’ came up during their talk about the one friend being a Lesbian.

Morgan had never heard that word before and asked what it meant. How they explained it and what it meant made her think of herself and how she felt. She thought about it for about a week and after explaining to her friends about it and how she felt about herself, they were totally onboard with the idea to help her through an experiment to find out if this is really what she is. It was at that point that Morgan was being referred to as a ‘he’ instead of a ‘she’ by his friends and close classmates. A slow process into socially transitioning to gauge how he felt and right off the bat, having his friends use male pronouns helped so much in how he felt. Things felt like they were falling into place.

There were a few slip ups by his friends but he knew they meant well. The hardest was constantly being called a she by his parents and teachers and those that don’t know. He would like to tell them but he felt that he wasn’t ready.

Over the next year of socially transitioning at school and even binding his chest in a not so healthy way, Morgan knew that being called and seen as a boy felt right. After researching about being transgender with the help of his friends who would search stuff quicker for him, he felt the need to further his transition, to go for hormones but that meant he would need to talk to his parents.

Morgan didn’t know how they would react, knowing that his Mom thought he was going through a ‘tomboy phase’ and that ‘she’ would grow out of it. ‘She’ will return to wearing dresses and be the woman that ‘she’ is. It always made him cringe.

It took him a while to build up the courage to come out to his parents. What drove that nail home was when he tried to have his first intimate moment with his boyfriend from the neighbouring all boys school as a step into their relationship. What he now knows as dysphoria kicking up and making him feel worse about himself. Because of it, they didn’t do anything besides cuddle but it became that driving force to transition more beyond just socially.

After testing out packing and feeling so much better, he finally sits his parents down shortly after turning 15 and comes out being transgender to them. He even includes explaining that he wants to transition; take hormone blockers, go on testosterone, and get top surgery.

He didn’t get an answer from his Father right away, his Mother’s reaction leaving no room for him to say anything in that moment. She did not take the news well at all, outright saying that she wanted him out of the house and gone, “No daughter of mine is going to be a tranny! You either stay and be the girl that you were born as or you are out of this house!”

Morgan was beyond upset over his Mother’s reaction but felt extreme gratitude as his Father turned on his wife, showing his support by arguing his wife over it and that he is their son! He is not going to be kicked out, especially when he was only 15 and BLIND!

Hearing his Father call him son right away felt really good to Morgan but it didn’t last long with how his Mother was still reacting. It got to the point that he couldn’t stay in the same room as them any longer and left for his bedroom, away from his Mother’s hateful words that she was deliberately aiming at him.

“You’re not a boy, you’re a girl!”

“I raised you to be a girl!”

“If this is how you are going to throw your life away then you are no longer my child!”

“How dare you take my daughter away from me.”

“I don’t ever want to see or speak to you again.”

“I want you gone!”

Morgan just stayed in his room for almost the rest of the day, hiding himself under his blankets to block out the sound of yelling between his parents. He ached inside, berating himself and wondering why he was born like this. Why did this have to happen to him? Now his Mother disowned him.

His Father eventually came to his room to talk with him, to reassure him that he would still love and care for him. He even admits that he knew that something was going on, had an inkling as to what it was but he didn’t say anything, wanted Morgan to come to him about it when he was ready. It put a lot of relief in Morgan’s mind to know that his Father was highly supportive of his son going through the transition, even going as far as taking him to the family Doctor to go through the necessary testing to start him on hormone blockers. It was one of the first few steps to become who he felt inside and not someone that someone else wanted him to be.

The topic of a name change came up when he was talking with his father, explaining that he knows his name is unisex but he had this feeling that maybe he should change it. A new start with a new name. After his Father had mentioned that he was the one who actually named him, not his Mother, Morgan was more than happy to not change the name that his supportive Father gave him. He may have been happy with how things were turning out but he still hurt that his Mother didn’t want anything to do with him. It was agreed that he will stay living at home but since his coming out, his Mother barely acknowledged him anymore and only interacted if needed to.

Morgan’s parent’s relationship was strained now and eventually, before he turned 18, his Mother finally filed for divorce and left. But not before taking what she could with her; including Morgan’s Hoothoot who was going to be registered as a seeing-eye Pokemon. Her last parting words to him were, “You took my daughter, I take your eyes. It’s only fair.”

With his Mother finally gone and pretty much dead to him, Morgan felt this huge weight lift from his shoulders of having someone toxic in his life leave. It wasn’t good for his mentality to have her around, being affected by both anxiety and depression. It had gotten so bad at one point that his Father had caught him with a couple cuts on his right wrist and took him straight to the hospital. His Mother didn’t even care that he harmed himself; only cared about the hospital bill.

To help Morgan to cope after the incident and to help keep his mind off it, his Father decided to take this opportunity to teach his son how to play an instrument. He himself knew how to play the piano rather well and did some shows on the side, even taught younger children so pretty much knew what he was getting into. The hardest part was the fact his son was blind but he had faith that he could learn. He at first was thinking of teaching him the piano but felt that it would be way too difficult. Morgan needed an instrument that he can hold and feel.

It didn’t take long for him to find a Violin and begin taking him to personal one on one lessons on how to play it. Morgan was eager to learn the instrument and because of that eagerness, he was able to hyperfocus on how the instrument felt under his chin and in his hand from every stroke of the bow across its strings. It took him longer to learn than any other person who could see, but eventually he was able to get the hang of playing it and because of it the Violin playing really helped with his mental state, helped ease his worries about himself and everything around him. When he felt uneasy or when he had some down time, he would pick it up and play to either calm himself or just to get some practice in so he wouldn’t forget. When he played, he was only focused on the music that he would make. His mind was becoming at ease again; from both the Violin playing and his toxic Mother being gone from his life. He almost felt like himself again. Well, what he felt like before coming out to his parents.

When Morgan finally turned 18, he was able to start on the testosterone that he’s been wanting to take for years. Even his own Father was excited to watch his progress for him since Morgan himself couldn’t tell because of his lack of sight.

Morgan went in for top surgery soon after and when it was over with, his confidence in himself grew. He noted his own changes in his body; the biggest change for him was when his voice dropped. It was especially exciting and emotional when the first stranger he came across on the street calls him ‘Sir.’ He was happy, things were getting better and he felt like he was becoming who he was meant to be. Beginning to feel normal.

For the couple years of not having a partner Pokemon, not having his cherished Hoothoot partner anymore, Morgan lost some confidence in himself. Since he wasn’t an adult and his old Pokemon wasn’t registered as his seeing-eye Pokemon yet, his Mother was easily able to take them. Now he had to go about his days having to use just his cane which in the end was a good thing. He grew more independent, not having to rely on a Pokemon’s help, using his own senses to navigate new territory.

It was difficult but he managed and over time he felt like it would be good to have a Pokemon partner again, a companion by his side. With his Father’s help when he was 19 they went to get an already trained seeing-eye Pokemon, a Shinx that Morgan affectionately named Abaddon.

Now that he had Abaddon at his side, Morgan’s confidence came back. He grew more to the point that he didn’t want to feel useless anymore, didn’t want to rely on anyone’s help or be a burden. He had tried to date again since growing apart from his boyfriend back in High School, dating both men and women to find out what he liked. But after one incident with a woman trying to force herself on him before he had the chance to tell her he was trans, he had grown a form of fear of women, especially if they tried to make any advances on him.

Morgan was content with dating only men now but deep down he knows he needs to get over that fear eventually.

Life for him became easier in the sense that his dysphoria was near non-existent now. He had fully healed from his top surgery and the testosterone that he had been taking had done wonders to help him sound and present male. Things were getting better; Abaddon evolving into a Luxio, unintentionally catching a Litwick at 25 who he named Asmodeus, and finding a stable routine in his sightless life alongside his supportive Father who is happy to have a son in his life.

It wasn’t until Morgan was 27, when Asmodeus evolved into a Lampent, that he figured out the sight trick that he could do with the ghost type. It put a lot of strain on both of them in the beginning and was a huge shock but over time they were able to figure it out and monitor how it worked.

Things were getting better but when Morgan turned 30, his dysphoria began to creep back and he felt the need to go in for bottom surgery. He was saving up for it and was working up the courage to call the Doctor about scheduling it but then his Father became sick.

His Father was 46 when Morgan was born and now he was 76. His health had been slowly diminishing over the years to the point that instead of him caring for his blind son it was his blind son taking care of him, going as far as helping him in and out of bed. Both of them knew the day was coming and when it did, Morgan was not prepared for it at all.

Morgan felt lost, even with his two fully evolved Pokemon at his side and his Father’s Charizard who he grew up with and now inherited upon his death. He wasn’t sure what to do, putting all plans for his bottom surgery on hold to try and figure things out. Luckily his Father planned ahead and made sure his funeral arrangements and any legal stuff was taken care of by his lawyer so his son didn’t have to worry about all that.

He even made sure that he had it in his will that all his money went to Morgan, as a way to make sure he was still looking after his son even after he was long gone.

Morgan was grateful that his Father was willing to do all that for him, to support him after death but he didn’t care about how many zeros were in his bank account now. He just wanted the only man who had been looking after him his whole life. Without him… he didn’t know what to do.

He spent the next 2 years just going about his days, trying to find some normalcy. He was going onto 32 and he was still getting used to the idea of being alone for once in his life. It got to the point that he just wanted to get away from his home town and find a new location, find some place that he didn’t feel useless anymore. He wanted to feel like he belonged.

Morgan then made the decision to hop onto his Father’s Charizard Lucifer and just fly away, letting the fire type take him wherever that wasn’t home. He still would like the surgery but at that moment it wasn’t his top priority any more, he just wanted to feel like he wasn’t a burden anymore.

It was during that flight, flying over a body of water, when he was stuck in a storm and was thrown into the sea. He woke up on a sandy shore and after letting Asmodeus out, noting the change in his Pokemon after looking through his now multiple eyes, he scouts the area to see that he was on an island. It wasn’t long after that search that he came across a small group of people who he found himself sticking around and helping so he didn’t feel useless. They called themselves Team Fang and to them, on a professional level, he was only known as Cain.

Trivia:
~ Specialty: Intimidation
~ He will only allow those he trusts to know and use his name. Everyone else is required to use his alias “Cain.”
~ Can use Asmodeus’ help to see because of his Psychic typing. However, he doesn’t use Asmodeus’ help to see very often because it makes him feel quite drained afterwards. Can only look through his Pokemon’s eyes when he closes his own eyes when the temporary sight is activated.
~ When given the ability to see, he's colour blind. As in he sees in black and white. Even when looking through the eyes of Asmodeus. The fusion can see in colour though.
~ He can't see faces clearly once he's able to see, just a blurry mess. The only way he can see faces clearly is if he touches their face to map out their features.
~ He can read Braille. Can’t read normal words, even when given the ability to see temporarily by Asmodeus.
~ Knows how to play the Violin exceptionally well
~ Likes Pokemon more than people.
~ Do not mess with his Pokemon.
~ Can’t swim.
~ Knows Morse Code and taught his Pokemon it. Abaddon is the only one who is able to form some sort of reply back but it’s always broken up.
~ "Perk to being blind: I won't see death coming."

Cain @ Me
Pokemon @ The Pokemon Company

Description

I put way too much thought into this NPC. Also, I didn't have his main outfit 100% decided until now. What he wears in the introduction comic is another outfit of his.

NPC Introduction

Edit 16/10/20: Additional information that was approved by a Mod has been added.

Name: Morgan Shei Lee “Cain”
Birthday: December 28
Age: 32
Gender: Male (Trans)
Height: 6’ 10”
Weight: 230 lbs

Pokemon Team:
Asmodeus - M - Chandelure/Exeggcute -
Lucifer - M - Charizard/Glalie -
Abaddon - F – Luxray/Weavile -

Personality:
Positive: adaptable | diligent | impartial | practical | rational | reliable
Negative: serious; a ‘no nonsense’ kind of guy | cynical | patronizing | procrastinator | blunt

Morgan’s overall demeanor is rather professional; back and head held straight, prim and proper. He’s very respectful to those he feels deserves it but considering his company, there isn’t very many people on that list. Even though he is blind, he’ll listen to your qualms and will determine if you are worth his time. He can give off the impression that he doesn’t care; either that is true or he’s just exhausted. Most of the time he doesn’t show emotion; only when it calls for it and that’s usually when he’s intimidating someone. (i.e. The 8 page introduction comic ) He does have a sense of humour but he has that ‘business first’ outlook on things.

History:
Years upon years of her parents trying, Morgan was finally born in Kanto into a life filled with cheer, relief, and outright pampering. All this mainly coming from her Mother who at age 44, was happy to finally have her first child who ends up being her only child. A daughter. Just what she was dreaming and hoping to have during all her years of trying because of fertility issues. The only thing her Mother was really upset and disappointed about, about a year into caring for her baby, was finding out that Morgan was blind. It was hard for her to accept the fact that her daughter wasn’t going to grow up to have a normal life but she pushed through those thoughts to take care of the daughter she always wanted.

In the first 5 years of her life, Morgan’s father wasn’t really in the picture. He was there on rare occasions but then will disappear weeks on end for business trips. The times that he was home, she didn’t want to have anything to do with him and stuck to her Mother’s side. Later on, on a few occasions, she would overhear her parents fighting over the fact that her Father wasn’t around much to be with his daughter.

Then one day, after a month away, Morgan’s Father came back in a rush and scooped up his daughter and hugged her close. Morgan didn’t fight the hug like she normally would, she hugged him back just as hard because at this point she wasn’t afraid of him and just wanted her Father to stay home. And stay he did.

Over the next years, both of Morgan’s parents were there to help raise her; help her navigate through her blindness, take her to classes to learn Braille, make sure she was well taken care of. Even had to make sure she was eating enough since unlike other children her age, she didn’t fuss about wanting a snack. She just ate whatever was given to her and no more than that so she grew up a rather thin child.

Things were going well enough with her relationship with her parents and overall daily life but to Morgan herself, something felt… off. It wasn’t a huge feeling, just this small nagging thing in the back of her mind. She didn’t know what it was so she just ignored it, especially through the times when she would want to play in the mud or horse around with her father but her Mother would scold her and say something along the lines of, “No Morgan, only boys do that.”

Morgan asked to have her hair cut at one point because it felt like it was always getting in the way.

“Only boys have short hair.”

Only boys do this. Only boys do that. It was a constant reminder from her Mother that had always bothered her, made her feel like something was wrong but she had no word to define what it was.

She wanted to play outside but her Mother wouldn’t allow it because her two reasons were “Only boys do that” and “You’ll get your dress dirty.” She didn’t mind the dresses but the thing that always irked her was how they flowed and how they always caught on things she was walking by. They were a hindrance just like her hair.

It took awhile before her Father finally convinced her Mother to let her play outside; have her wear play clothes so she doesn’t get the dresses dirty. Let her be a kid and not a Princess. Once in clothes that didn’t hinder what she could do for movement wise, simple shorts and a t-shirt, Morgan felt free. That wrong feeling was still there but she felt lighter. She felt like she could do anything; run, play in the mud, roll around in the grass, kick a ball around that she had to search for every time because of her blindness but that’s what made it fun.

Since getting that first taste of freedom in clothes that she could move in however way she wanted, everytime she was put back in a dress or skirt afterwards the off feeling would return but somehow worse. She used to not mind the dresses but now she hated them, hated how they made her feel.

Her parents saw how happy she looked playing outside for once but they were constantly worried that she might get hurt without the ability to see where she was going. It was then that they got Morgan her own partner Pokemon, a Hoothoot, who will help keep an eye on her if her parents had their backs turned from her for only a second.

Things were looking up until one day, when Morgan was 10 years old, her parents got in a fight. She remembers the word ‘cheated’ getting thrown around during that fight. Even though her parents stayed together afterwards, their relationship was rather tense since then. But they stook it out for their daughter, to help raise her together.

Things just went more downhill for Morgan since then. Especially when puberty hit and her chest began to grow. Her mother was so proud that her daughter was becoming a woman. Morgan herself didn’t like it, she wanted to go around without a shirt on again but couldn’t. That slight wrong feeling she had turned into a wave. Her body felt gross and wrong, everything felt wrong.

She fought with her Mother to let her dress herself now, that she was old enough to do it on her own. Her Mother would argue that she can’t tell what she’s putting on, that she won’t be able to tell how good she looks without her help. Morgan didn’t care, she just wanted to wear whatever she was comfortable in to help get rid of that wrong feeling.

Morgan even got fed up enough that she cut her hair short which helped a lot with relieving the wrong feeling. Nothing was flowing, nothing was catching on anything, she felt like she could move again without worrying if her dress or skirt was being blown by the wind the wrong way. Her Mother was furious but her Father only encouraged her to do what she is comfortable with.

Her height grew, growing out of those dresses. Her Mother would buy her new ones but after the first 10 or so failed attempts to get her daughter to wear them, she felt it was best to wait for her growth spurt to stop before getting new ones.

It wasn’t until she grew taller than her Mother, on her way towards her Father’s height that something happened that lit a spark in her. One day when she was 14 years old and was helping her Father cut the grass, having him watch over her as she pushes the lawnmower, is when she overhears her Father mention to a neighbour, “My daughter is the son that I never had.”

This made her pause in her thoughts as that wrong feeling retreated a good bit. It made her feel light again and she found that she preferred being called a ‘son’ instead of a ‘daughter.’ It felt right.

But this made a thought go through her mind: What was wrong with her?

It wasn’t until a few months later during school that pieces of a puzzle began to fit together. She was hanging with a few classmates, listening to her one friend admit that she preferred girls over boys so being in an all girls school was heaven to her. At one point the term ‘transgender’ came up during their talk about the one friend being a Lesbian.

Morgan had never heard that word before and asked what it meant. How they explained it and what it meant made her think of herself and how she felt. She thought about it for about a week and after explaining to her friends about it and how she felt about herself, they were totally onboard with the idea to help her through an experiment to find out if this is really what she is. It was at that point that Morgan was being referred to as a ‘he’ instead of a ‘she’ by his friends and close classmates. A slow process into socially transitioning to gauge how he felt and right off the bat, having his friends use male pronouns helped so much in how he felt. Things felt like they were falling into place.

There were a few slip ups by his friends but he knew they meant well. The hardest was constantly being called a she by his parents and teachers and those that don’t know. He would like to tell them but he felt that he wasn’t ready.

Over the next year of socially transitioning at school and even binding his chest in a not so healthy way, Morgan knew that being called and seen as a boy felt right. After researching about being transgender with the help of his friends who would search stuff quicker for him, he felt the need to further his transition, to go for hormones but that meant he would need to talk to his parents.

Morgan didn’t know how they would react, knowing that his Mom thought he was going through a ‘tomboy phase’ and that ‘she’ would grow out of it. ‘She’ will return to wearing dresses and be the woman that ‘she’ is. It always made him cringe.

It took him a while to build up the courage to come out to his parents. What drove that nail home was when he tried to have his first intimate moment with his boyfriend from the neighbouring all boys school as a step into their relationship. What he now knows as dysphoria kicking up and making him feel worse about himself. Because of it, they didn’t do anything besides cuddle but it became that driving force to transition more beyond just socially.

After testing out packing and feeling so much better, he finally sits his parents down shortly after turning 15 and comes out being transgender to them. He even includes explaining that he wants to transition; take hormone blockers, go on testosterone, and get top surgery.

He didn’t get an answer from his Father right away, his Mother’s reaction leaving no room for him to say anything in that moment. She did not take the news well at all, outright saying that she wanted him out of the house and gone, “No daughter of mine is going to be a tranny! You either stay and be the girl that you were born as or you are out of this house!”

Morgan was beyond upset over his Mother’s reaction but felt extreme gratitude as his Father turned on his wife, showing his support by arguing his wife over it and that he is their son! He is not going to be kicked out, especially when he was only 15 and BLIND!

Hearing his Father call him son right away felt really good to Morgan but it didn’t last long with how his Mother was still reacting. It got to the point that he couldn’t stay in the same room as them any longer and left for his bedroom, away from his Mother’s hateful words that she was deliberately aiming at him.

“You’re not a boy, you’re a girl!”

“I raised you to be a girl!”

“If this is how you are going to throw your life away then you are no longer my child!”

“How dare you take my daughter away from me.”

“I don’t ever want to see or speak to you again.”

“I want you gone!”

Morgan just stayed in his room for almost the rest of the day, hiding himself under his blankets to block out the sound of yelling between his parents. He ached inside, berating himself and wondering why he was born like this. Why did this have to happen to him? Now his Mother disowned him.

His Father eventually came to his room to talk with him, to reassure him that he would still love and care for him. He even admits that he knew that something was going on, had an inkling as to what it was but he didn’t say anything, wanted Morgan to come to him about it when he was ready. It put a lot of relief in Morgan’s mind to know that his Father was highly supportive of his son going through the transition, even going as far as taking him to the family Doctor to go through the necessary testing to start him on hormone blockers. It was one of the first few steps to become who he felt inside and not someone that someone else wanted him to be.

The topic of a name change came up when he was talking with his father, explaining that he knows his name is unisex but he had this feeling that maybe he should change it. A new start with a new name. After his Father had mentioned that he was the one who actually named him, not his Mother, Morgan was more than happy to not change the name that his supportive Father gave him. He may have been happy with how things were turning out but he still hurt that his Mother didn’t want anything to do with him. It was agreed that he will stay living at home but since his coming out, his Mother barely acknowledged him anymore and only interacted if needed to.

Morgan’s parent’s relationship was strained now and eventually, before he turned 18, his Mother finally filed for divorce and left. But not before taking what she could with her; including Morgan’s Hoothoot who was going to be registered as a seeing-eye Pokemon. Her last parting words to him were, “You took my daughter, I take your eyes. It’s only fair.”

With his Mother finally gone and pretty much dead to him, Morgan felt this huge weight lift from his shoulders of having someone toxic in his life leave. It wasn’t good for his mentality to have her around, being affected by both anxiety and depression. It had gotten so bad at one point that his Father had caught him with a couple cuts on his right wrist and took him straight to the hospital. His Mother didn’t even care that he harmed himself; only cared about the hospital bill.

To help Morgan to cope after the incident and to help keep his mind off it, his Father decided to take this opportunity to teach his son how to play an instrument. He himself knew how to play the piano rather well and did some shows on the side, even taught younger children so pretty much knew what he was getting into. The hardest part was the fact his son was blind but he had faith that he could learn. He at first was thinking of teaching him the piano but felt that it would be way too difficult. Morgan needed an instrument that he can hold and feel.

It didn’t take long for him to find a Violin and begin taking him to personal one on one lessons on how to play it. Morgan was eager to learn the instrument and because of that eagerness, he was able to hyperfocus on how the instrument felt under his chin and in his hand from every stroke of the bow across its strings. It took him longer to learn than any other person who could see, but eventually he was able to get the hang of playing it and because of it the Violin playing really helped with his mental state, helped ease his worries about himself and everything around him. When he felt uneasy or when he had some down time, he would pick it up and play to either calm himself or just to get some practice in so he wouldn’t forget. When he played, he was only focused on the music that he would make. His mind was becoming at ease again; from both the Violin playing and his toxic Mother being gone from his life. He almost felt like himself again. Well, what he felt like before coming out to his parents.

When Morgan finally turned 18, he was able to start on the testosterone that he’s been wanting to take for years. Even his own Father was excited to watch his progress for him since Morgan himself couldn’t tell because of his lack of sight.

Morgan went in for top surgery soon after and when it was over with, his confidence in himself grew. He noted his own changes in his body; the biggest change for him was when his voice dropped. It was especially exciting and emotional when the first stranger he came across on the street calls him ‘Sir.’ He was happy, things were getting better and he felt like he was becoming who he was meant to be. Beginning to feel normal.

For the couple years of not having a partner Pokemon, not having his cherished Hoothoot partner anymore, Morgan lost some confidence in himself. Since he wasn’t an adult and his old Pokemon wasn’t registered as his seeing-eye Pokemon yet, his Mother was easily able to take them. Now he had to go about his days having to use just his cane which in the end was a good thing. He grew more independent, not having to rely on a Pokemon’s help, using his own senses to navigate new territory.

It was difficult but he managed and over time he felt like it would be good to have a Pokemon partner again, a companion by his side. With his Father’s help when he was 19 they went to get an already trained seeing-eye Pokemon, a Shinx that Morgan affectionately named Abaddon.

Now that he had Abaddon at his side, Morgan’s confidence came back. He grew more to the point that he didn’t want to feel useless anymore, didn’t want to rely on anyone’s help or be a burden. He had tried to date again since growing apart from his boyfriend back in High School, dating both men and women to find out what he liked. But after one incident with a woman trying to force herself on him before he had the chance to tell her he was trans, he had grown a form of fear of women, especially if they tried to make any advances on him.

Morgan was content with dating only men now but deep down he knows he needs to get over that fear eventually.

Life for him became easier in the sense that his dysphoria was near non-existent now. He had fully healed from his top surgery and the testosterone that he had been taking had done wonders to help him sound and present male. Things were getting better; Abaddon evolving into a Luxio, unintentionally catching a Litwick at 25 who he named Asmodeus, and finding a stable routine in his sightless life alongside his supportive Father who is happy to have a son in his life.

It wasn’t until Morgan was 27, when Asmodeus evolved into a Lampent, that he figured out the sight trick that he could do with the ghost type. It put a lot of strain on both of them in the beginning and was a huge shock but over time they were able to figure it out and monitor how it worked.

Things were getting better but when Morgan turned 30, his dysphoria began to creep back and he felt the need to go in for bottom surgery. He was saving up for it and was working up the courage to call the Doctor about scheduling it but then his Father became sick.

His Father was 46 when Morgan was born and now he was 76. His health had been slowly diminishing over the years to the point that instead of him caring for his blind son it was his blind son taking care of him, going as far as helping him in and out of bed. Both of them knew the day was coming and when it did, Morgan was not prepared for it at all.

Morgan felt lost, even with his two fully evolved Pokemon at his side and his Father’s Charizard who he grew up with and now inherited upon his death. He wasn’t sure what to do, putting all plans for his bottom surgery on hold to try and figure things out. Luckily his Father planned ahead and made sure his funeral arrangements and any legal stuff was taken care of by his lawyer so his son didn’t have to worry about all that.

He even made sure that he had it in his will that all his money went to Morgan, as a way to make sure he was still looking after his son even after he was long gone.

Morgan was grateful that his Father was willing to do all that for him, to support him after death but he didn’t care about how many zeros were in his bank account now. He just wanted the only man who had been looking after him his whole life. Without him… he didn’t know what to do.

He spent the next 2 years just going about his days, trying to find some normalcy. He was going onto 32 and he was still getting used to the idea of being alone for once in his life. It got to the point that he just wanted to get away from his home town and find a new location, find some place that he didn’t feel useless anymore. He wanted to feel like he belonged.

Morgan then made the decision to hop onto his Father’s Charizard Lucifer and just fly away, letting the fire type take him wherever that wasn’t home. He still would like the surgery but at that moment it wasn’t his top priority any more, he just wanted to feel like he wasn’t a burden anymore.

It was during that flight, flying over a body of water, when he was stuck in a storm and was thrown into the sea. He woke up on a sandy shore and after letting Asmodeus out, noting the change in his Pokemon after looking through his now multiple eyes, he scouts the area to see that he was on an island. It wasn’t long after that search that he came across a small group of people who he found himself sticking around and helping so he didn’t feel useless. They called themselves Team Fang and to them, on a professional level, he was only known as Cain.

Trivia:
~ Specialty: Intimidation
~ He will only allow those he trusts to know and use his name. Everyone else is required to use his alias “Cain.”
~ Can use Asmodeus’ help to see because of his Psychic typing. However, he doesn’t use Asmodeus’ help to see very often because it makes him feel quite drained afterwards. Can only look through his Pokemon’s eyes when he closes his own eyes when the temporary sight is activated.
~ When given the ability to see, he's colour blind. As in he sees in black and white. Even when looking through the eyes of Asmodeus. The fusion can see in colour though.
~ He can't see faces clearly once he's able to see, just a blurry mess. The only way he can see faces clearly is if he touches their face to map out their features.
~ He can read Braille. Can’t read normal words, even when given the ability to see temporarily by Asmodeus.
~ Knows how to play the Violin exceptionally well
~ Likes Pokemon more than people.
~ Do not mess with his Pokemon.
~ Can’t swim.
~ Knows Morse Code and taught his Pokemon it. Abaddon is the only one who is able to form some sort of reply back but it’s always broken up.
~ "Perk to being blind: I won't see death coming."

Cain @ Me
Pokemon @ The Pokemon Company