and i will [ s h i n e ] on ;;

[Kitaro]

RYLEE NATHANIEL REAGAN
'Just keep shining like the star you are, you'll get by.'

SO MANY TIMES I'VE PLANNED ;;

Rylee Nathaniel Reagan

TO BE MUCH MORE THAN WHO I AM ;;

Snow

AND IF I LET YOU DOWN ;;

Sixteen

I WILL FOLLOW YOU 'ROUND ;;

Male

UNTIL YOU UNDERSTAND ;;

December 24

AND IF THE MOON HAD TO RUN AWAY ;;

Snowpoint City, Sinnoh

AND ALL THE STARS DIDN'T WANNA PLAY ;;

Breeder, ocassionally entering contests

DON'T WASTE THE SUN ON A RAINY DAY ;;

Rylee had a rather thin build, and he's tiny too. He was a premature baby, and he didn't rebound after birth like some. He stands at a short five foot three and a quarter. The quarter is very important to him, so don't forget it. His eyes are a beautiful blue with flecks of green, giving them the appearance of an ocean. His hair is bright white, the same color as freshly fallen snow, which is what gave him his nickname. It's not particularly short, nor long either, and is often rather messy. It isn't made this way purposely. He simply doesn't care enough to make sure it lies flat, and its spiky appearance is often what keeps him from being mistaken for a girl.

THE WIND WILL SOON BLOW IT ALL AWAY ;;

Snow is a quiet, shy boy. He was always the kid sitting off to the side, all alone in a corner, often curled up with a book. He was perilously picked on due to his size, his preferred past times, and just general strangeness, but he never fought back. He doesn't particularly like fighting, at all, though he will make an exception in certain cases. Being bullied, though, left its scars and he's terribly withdrawn into his own little shell, afraid to come out. His self-confidence, if he ever had any, has gone straight down the drain. He is infinitely kind, though, willing to immediately give second chances, and third chances, and fourth chances, and so on. This rather giving quality seems to draw pokemon to him, and he's always preferred their company over the company of others. Having never really fit in, always an outcast, he hasn't really grown up either, not entirely. He can still be quite childish when he's with only pokemon, or with the rare friend, and he marvels in the smallest of things. Events as simple as a leaf falling to the ground and catching the sunlight just right fascinates him, like it would a very young boy.

WHEN THE DAYS ALL FEEL THE SAME ;;

He was born during a blizzard in Snowpoint City on Christmas Eve, two months premature. He almost didn't live through the night, as the heat went out and it was all they could do to keep him from freezing to death. But, the morning came and the sun came out, the heat coming back on and he was deemed a miracle. His parents were overjoyed, and he was always loved.

As he grew up, he stayed tiny and soon became the mockery of all the children in the city. It wasn't uncommon for him to come home bruised, either mentally or physically, and sometimes even both. Yet, he never cried because he didn't fit in. He cried only because of the pain. He had his friends, although they weren't human. Even at such a young age, wild pokemon seemed drawn to little Snow, and they became his playmates.

Books quickly became an escape as soon as he learned to read, and he was drawn in by the fantasy worlds at first. However, as he grew a little older it was the non-fiction books that became a favorite. He particularly loved the books about pokemon, their evolution and different forms. At ten, he already knew exactly what he wanted to be. A breeder. He was determined to become the best breeder he could be, and make his parents proud. But, by the time it came around to his eleventh birthday and he would be allowed to get his first pokemon and a pokedex, his mother had fallen terribly ill.

It was sudden, and it really hit home. It was only a matter of days before she was gone. His father turned to alcohol, and Rylee often just locked himself in his room. His fatehr wasn't a mean drunk, not at all. The little boy simply couldn't stand the sympathetic faces. They made him cry harder. Eventually, though, he wandered back out, and realized he was losing his father too.

With Rylee's help, his father made it through rehab, and in the meantime found another passion. Photography. For his fourteenth birthday, his father bought him a rather nice camera with a couple different lenses and a case to carry it in. Snow spent almost the whole year out at Lake Acuity and the surrounding area, learning his camera inside and out and even earned quite a bit of money from selling his photographs.

However, with a meaning for life renewed, he informed his dad he still wanted to become a breeder. His father reluctantly agreed to let him go, and found a way to get him where he wanted to go. With a stop at Professor Rowan's first, he plans to head to the Johto region with his camera and whatever pokemon he gets.

DON'T FEEL THE COLD OR WIND OR RAIN ;;

Daniel Reagan, father, Snowpoint City
Katherine Reagen, mother, deceased

EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY ;;

Snow's immune system isn't exactly up to par, and he often gets sick. Most commonly a simple cold, though he has had bronchitis and pneumonia a few times as well. He also has asthma, and carries a puffer wherever he goes as a result.

WE WILL MEET AGAIN ONE DAY AND ;;

Reading, particularly non-fiction or fantasy
Photography and his camera
Pokemon, with no particular favorite
Snow
Lakes

I WILL SHINE ON FOR EVERYONE ;;

Being so short
Most people
Rain
Hail
Being interrupted while taking photos or reading

SO PLEASE DON'T CRY ;;

He doesn't really considering anything a secret. He would willing tell anyone who actually wanted to know, there just isn't really anyone who does wnat to know. Although, he doesn't like talking about his father's alcoholism to just anyone.