Sorry I took a long time. To celebrate the finished exams, I wrote this SU in 1 hour, so please tell me if anything's wrong.
Name: Brandon Bartholomew Fitzgerald (aka BBF, Double B or B2 among others)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: Want to have Brandon as a reliable and close friend? Want him to be your Savior, a knight in shining armor? No, sir, I recommend you to stop thinking those fantasies. Brandon is opposite of characteristics mentioned above. He is friendly towards others, but selfish. You can rarely get help from B2, even if you're his best friend. Also, Brandon, isn't a reliable person. You tell him that you're in crush with somebody, expect others to tease you the next day. But if nobody does, than consider yourself very lucky because Brandon probably broke his leg, got carried to the emergency room and didn't get to tell anybody about it. Plus, Brandon has a big interest on money. No wonder he received the results of his "Decide your Future Job!" test as a criminal or a businessman. Wait, is that even possible?
Ehem. Now, some good things. Brandon is social, trying to start talking with others. His friends in school used to chat a lot with him about how fun can a chemistry lesson be, but after finding out more about Brandon, they refused to be even close to Brandon, except for a decent few and Brandon's girlfriend. Also, Brandon is a friendly person, welcoming newbies in a warm and gentle way. You get to meet him for the first time, expect good words and 'life worthy' advices. And did I mention that Brandon is also dumb sometimes, not recognizing the difference between a pig and a boar during a biology lesson? So he's not a strategic type. And he's not a passive person. More of an aggressive ticking bomb?
Appearance: What does B2 wear? Well, guess what, he doesn't have a taste of fashion. Always wearing the same clothes on and on and on. Monday? Jeans. Tuesday? Jeans. Wednesday? Jeans. Winter? Jeans. Go to bed? Jeans. Go swimming? Jeans again. And the list goes on and on. So, B2 prefers wearing jeans (you probably guessed it already), very long dark blue jeans. He always wears a black leather jacket his cousin gave him 3 years ago for B2's birthday. BTW, only me and B2's cousin, Max, was there on his 14th birthday. So, B2 never takes off his 'New Bark Mankeys' baseball cap he received for free when he went to a baseball match for the first time. I tried asking him why does he wear it every time, but he always refuses to answer my question. Let's see… What else? Oh, B2 has black hair, barely reaching his broad shoulders. He's also quite well fed, but he doesn't look like a Fatso to me. He used to go to various bodybuilding clubs, so that explains why he looks strong with built muscles. And he barely stands at 6 feet, so he's not a tall guy.
These sections of the document were filled by Brandon's best friend, Carl McHanson.
History: Where to start? Oh, right (ink mark) I was born. U see, when (ink mark) born, lightning crack… (Further writing unable to recognize)
I'm sorry about how Brandon writes. He receives bad marks at school, so I didn't expect him to write like this. I greatly apologize for my son's horrible writing.
So, Brandon, my son, was born in Littleroot Town in Hoenn, 2 days after me and my husband moved out from our old apartment in Sinnoh. My husband, Phil, was a worker in Oreburgh City, working with the local gym leader, Roark, on obtaining ancient fossil of already extinct pokemon. You see, everything was fine in our lives, until Phil accidentally threw his lunch box at Roark's face, making him stumble, drop all the fossils he had in his hand and breaking them into tiny pieces. My husband was fired for that of course, even though him and Roark were close childhood friends and never had bad conflicts or quarrels. My husband was jobless and we needed money for my incoming baby. Phil did his best on finding an another job, but he had no luck. We were about to give up when my childhood friend, Rowan, called me for a recipe on how to make a chocolate cake. I explained the procedure, which I did gratefully, and quickly asked him If he needed an employee. Unfortunately, Rowan didn't need an employee, but he explained to us that his fellow worker, Birch, needed some help with fieldwork. I quickly thanked Rowan for the valuable information, so me and Phil quickly packed our luggage, borrowed money from our neighbors and bought the ferry tickets to Littleroot.
So, my husband worked as a deliverer and a fieldwork researcher for Birch. Professor Birch gave us enough money to live on a small cottage in Littleroot, so our residency is now there. I had to send Brandon to school outside Littleroot, so we had to wake up earlier than others. I gave him my one and only Monferno, which I used when I was a coordinator in the past, as a safety charm. I taught him how to protect himself and sent him to different martial arts courses. I even had him to train his pokemon. He only has 2 pokemon, with which he used to battle practice against me and my other pokemon. I wanted my Brandy to be strong. I wanted to be proud of him. I remember he told me he wanted to be an athlete when he'll grow up. But I didn't mind. I wanted Brandon to grow up into a successful person, unlike me and my husband.
But I haven't noticed the changes on my son. He turned into an ambitious man turning 14. He wanted everything; he demanded everything from me and Phil. He turned into a rebellious man, who didn't want to work and earn his living. I still remember how I shocked was when he refused to go to school, stating that it's useless. But he still went to health clubs and trained his Swampert and now Infernape to his limits. And whenever he came back from school, he returned with bruises and cuts. When I asked him why he was in this condition, he just ignored me. I tried to talk with him, but he never wanted to, snapping at me and swearing. I was afraid I could spoil him even more if I scolded him, so I didn't. Then one day, Brandy returned home as always with cuts and bandages. He still denied speaking with me. But minutes later, a bell rang and I saw a tall man, his body covered with a brown leather coat. He told me he was an inspector on underage crimes and he wanted to speak with me. I didn't know why the man needed me. But everything felt weird to me. And I was shocked when the man explained to me that my only son, my Brandy, was beating people he didn't like a lot. Many of the victims turned out to be his schoolmates, but some of them were drunken beggars and street gangsters. For what reason did he do all of this? It seemed like the answer was simple: money. Brandy always wanted money! No wonder he asked me to give him 1000 poke every week. Well, it looked like Brandy thought that this amount of money wasn't enough for him, so he started grabbing money from whoever he saw: schoolmates, random people, etc. When I asked myself why did my son steal money from others, the inspector seemed to hear my question as he explained to me that Brandy was a drug addict. That even shocked me more. I don't remember what happened after that because I think I fainted, but Brandy later told me that he's going to fix all of this. I sighed with relief, but that feeling ended soon after Brandy explained me our family would have to pay 50000 poke of insurance fee just because of him! I didn't faint that time, but I was still shocked anyways.
Anyways, my husband started to work harder to pay the enormous debt by the end of this year. Brandy was fixed at least a bit, but his interest for money still remained. We were gathering money for the debt, so our whole family used as less as possible money, while Brandy was allowed to use only 500 poke per week. Everyday, the coin pile increased bit by bit. We decided to put the money into the empty cookie jar for convenience. Then whenever it was full, I would go to the nearest bank and deposit all of it. But at this pace, we weren't going to gather 50000 poke. We needed an another way to get the money. And that was when I saw the advert.
There was going to be a survival game with a price of 1000000 poke! We were lucky to find out about this game. We were planning to send my husband into this game, but Brandy insisted on joining this survival. He said he wanted to pay the debt on his own. Then we talked about it with Brandy and decided to send him with his 2 pokemon (the advert said maximum of 2 pokemon was allowed) for safety. And right now, dear Sir or Madam, I'm filling up the contents of the Sign-up document. I hope you'll accept my son, so that he can learn something from this survival game. And, to be honest, I do pray that he will be safe and, hopefully, return with the prize money.
So, please hear my request. I don't care if he wins. Please, get him back whole and safe at all costs.
Yours Faithfully,
Brandy's mom Mrs. Fitzgerald
Tribe: Sola
Pokemon: Infernape
Level: 45
Moves: Close Combat, Flamethrower, Double Team, Blaze Kick, Taunt, Fire Punch
Pokemon: Swampert
Level: 40
Moves: Muddy Water, Surf, Foresight, Mud Shot, Take Down, Earthquake (Tm), Ice Beam