Fleet is big. That's probably the first thing most Pokemon realize about him. He towers over his own kind, mask just as big to stifle the young beast. His body is noticeably very muscular, nearly grotesquely bulging if not for the easy way he carries himself. His eyes have a sort of happiness within, looking at lot happier than a creature in his predicament should be.

Fleet simply radiates happiness and contentment, oozes it into daily life and whoever would give him the time of day. The only problem would be, happiness never leaves him, whether he's playing in the water, or slicing through flesh. He is not aware that this is seen as wrong, it is simply a way of life to him, and the funniest way to live anyhow.

Fleet also possesses a desire to "own" his life and all others in his life. Everything goes his way or not way. He's your only friend and he would appreciate it if you acknowledged that and never left his side. It is quite possible he believes the world revolves around him, and nobody can tell him otherwise.

Fleet remembered waves.

Big, deep waves that sent his heart all a flutter, distracting him from his aching.

Sometimes he remembers voices, but those don't matter...but the waves! Those sent his developing mind into all sorts of wonder!

Then he was awake, and the pains he could ignore in his half-dreaming state were suddenly too much to bear, and the voices got louder and louder, until he couldn't wake any longer.

When he woke again, something heavy was on his head and a Swampert was patting him in a...his awaking mind chose to believe it was in a loving way, and he was saying such fascinating things! He was Type Null, an A Class, combat ready and surpassing all in strength! They were apparently on a boat, it was why he was feeling the nice waves, and we're drifting in a developing country, where he could be hidden...he never answered why Fleet, who had chosen his name, had to stay hidden, only that he had to, and if anyone asked, he was eighteen.

Fleet swallowed this explanation easily, if his new friend wanted him to be this warrior, then he was a warrior! They let him out on deck alot, sometimes they would let him swim and bring stuff back, only as long as his friend Swampert was with him. Fleet didn't mind, he never minded, as long as the Swampert stayed with him and only him.

However, Fleet was never aware of the dangers of the sea, it never crossed his mind that he could even be hurt. Nature decided to teach him and his creators a lesson in the form of a storm. Fleet can't forget it, having genuinely though he was simply falling asleep in the water, he couldn't fantom why everyone was panicking...and he woke up on land, which didn't have waves, and all sorts of Pokémon around him! Yet none were his friends...

They asked him lots of things, and he parroted his orders, cheerful as a bird. He was an eighteen year old, he was isolated so long he didn't know his creator...no, he doesn't know where he was created...it went on and on...but they were satisfied, he was a poor wrenched beast who needed to be "made nice". Fleet went along with it, doing what they said, saying what they wanted. He made "progress", and was put in the military.

He's happy with these events, and he even gets to go to another country where he can prove his progress!