[TRAINER] herbart, william

[attr="class","agar"]It's downright rare to see him not clutching a small lifeline in his hand. Some would swear that the thing grows from his fingers but even in a strange world full of monsters made from garbage, such a concept is ridiculous. Liam simply hates to be without his cellphone, keeping it strapped around his wrist or in his pocket at all times. Something about the cool surface and sleek likes manages to calm him down; or perhaps it's whatever he sees on screen that helps.
With bright ruby colored eyes his gaze can be almost unsettling to some when he looks at them. Often they look bored, though there are moments of flickering clarity within them that gives hint to the true nature and personality hidden behind - lurking just beneath the surface waiting to explode.
While he might spend equal amounts of time inside and out Liam's skill is just average looking. Hardly touched by the sun nor bleached by darkness he isn't as pale as a piece of paper (and he hopes he never will be.) He was a bit of a rough and tumble boy as a child, though perhaps his worst scar is also the smallest. A fluke accident with a knife one day left him with a thin but long gash from wrist to elbow.
In some lights his short and messy hair looks white, though in others one can see the simple hint of silver and occasionally pale beige color that he gets. In reality his hair is indeed a soft silver color much like the brightly illuminated moon and stars are. He hates the hassle of cutting his hair meaning that more often than not it is just a little too long until he gets around to getting it trimmed.
Liam doesn't really have a set style, though he prefers comfort over class. (His parents believe differently.) Mostly you can find him in jeans, with a jacket tossed over something slightly more formal to appease his family. On occasion he dresses up though he always does so grudgingly. It isn't uncommon for his knees to be torn and dirty and other parts of his clothes to suffer the same fate - he believes in getting down and dirty with his Pokemon and nothing will stop him.
At five foot seven he doesn't stand out in a crowd in either direction. Not that Liam minds; it's easier to blend in without having something to make yourself a giant target for wandering eyes. He's only just barely broken out of puberty, causing his voice to occasionally crack though most of his voice stays a continuous tone. When (if) he sings, his voice is beautiful to hear should anyone be around to hear it.

[attr="class","agar"]If there is one thing Liam hates now that he's older, it's showing off how rich you are. Though he might have been raised to believe that money and appearances are everything (even his friends agreed, thanks to the school his parents sent him too) he developed a more twisted or normalized sense of morals. Though he may joke around a lot with his friends about how poor or pathetic someone looks, now days he doesn't believe it and his laughter is hollow.
Unfortunately he often hides his real personality behind snarky remarks and rude comments. Though he may feel one way the words that come spilling from his mouth are often those that were pounded into him by his family and friends. He finds it difficult to break out of the habit though he beats himself up internally every time he makes someone cry these days, or appear distressed. He loathes his defense mechanism with every fiber of his being.
In reality one could say that Liam enjoys the simpler things in life. He likes to get down in the earth, a habit he picked up from years of watching his foster sister tend to her garden (though he'll never admit that.) Rolling around with his Pokemon and climbing trees before standing out in a rainstorm will always make him smile. He hates being surrounded by the hustle and bustle of city life and strives to become a trainer that his Pokemon are proud of. Though he's unsure if he wants to collect badges or not just the idea of leaving the concrete jungle behind for a real jungle is too tempting to resist.

[attr="class","agar"]Tyrone Herbart ♂ - Karina Herbart ♀
Chloe Herbart ♀

Born in Chalaz City to a well-off family he never really considered any other life except what they wanted for him. His father was a Government worker; not high up and important, but still one of the many cogs in the ever-turning wheel. His mother however, was a slightly different story. Although Karina was the typical home-mother who foisted her jobs off to maids and staff she came from a slightly wealthier family where all of the men held marginally more important jobs than her husband.
When he was nine his family told him that there would be a new girl joining them - a sickly Tribe girl named Rojo something or other - as she needed medical attention and a place in the Program. Liam had not been pleased; he wanted nothing to do with her and her constant trips to and from the hospital for over the first year of her living with them
His family was cold to her, often ignoring her for days whenever they decided they didn't care. He'd overheard his parents speaking once about how they'd only offered up their household to the newly named Chloe because it boosted their status and earned them just a little more money to rub into the noses of those around them. They were, at least, kind to her whenever they could be bothered to speak with Chloe. They'd allowed her a garden which she tended to, occasionally commenting with (hinted at) pride that it was lovely and worth showing off. He didn't really understand it or care, but he picked up their attitude towards her and as he grew older he'd often tease and torment Chloe especially as they entered high school.
It wasn't even that he hated her, just that he'd been raised to dislike the poor girl. Other than his moments of bullying and the snide comments he helped to get everyone else around them to make towards her Liam otherwise ignored what she was doing, unless it involved breaking one of the rules his family had set up for her. No leaving the house after dark (or coming home after dark), no boyfriends (or girlfriends, if that was more her thing), she couldn't have friends over and under no circumstances was she supposed to go over to another person's house after school. It was those, and other rules, that helped Liam keep her in 'check' while still feeling good about himself.
He's unsure what he wants to do with himself one he finishes school; his family keeps egging him toward politics and Government work but his eyes keep wandering to the wide world around them and everything he could possibly see.

[attr="class","agar"]Raised to believe that the government could do no wrong and that the Project was absolutely necessary to protect the Cyal way of life, Liam almost believes it completely himself. Still, there are enough nagging doubts deep down that he can't ignore. Perhaps his parents aren't truly right after all...