What should have taken only twelve hours to get from Berinid City to RhyDin City turned out to be nearly twenty-four hours. There was no train station in RhyDin City, let alone train-tracks running through. All this money the City has and yet they haven't even thought of running trains through here. Odd.

Luckily, on the train, Jarrod was able to have a three-seated row to himself. Having his legs propped up across the seats as he rested his back against the inner train-wall, opened briefcase on his lap while looking through the files for the third time; hopefully that he missed something for this case was starting to confuse him. And this case was the first in his 117-year career of being a psychologist to confuse him.

The City of Berinid. A central hub for offsprings of different species to procreate...and that is how it's always been since the founding of Berinid.

Born from a Human-Metal-Golem-Mixed father and a Human-Bubble-Faerie-Star-Pixie-Mixed mother, little Jarrod Lucas Beckett was the youngest of two. Sixty-five-year his senior brother, Simon Wesley was...umm...offish. But that is a story to recall another time. When Jarrod was 211--which then he only looked twenty--Jarrod wanted to continue on school and basically do what he did in early school-years, but professionally. Become both a psychologist and a relationship counselor. However, his parents wanted to move to a different realm than where the University was. That was when Jarrod decided to live out on his own.

Fifty years and a whole new realm later, Jarrod got his doctorate degree in Psychology. Traveling back to his home in Berinid City, he came to find out that his father was gay and...had an affair on Jarrod's mother....with his brother. Purposely secluding himself from any ties to his family, he stayed put in Berinid.

During Jarrod's years in college, a Medical Facility opened in Berinid City. Soon their psychology department grew too big for the facility itself. So. They opened a branch office, which inevitably turned into a firm for psychologists--of any sort--counselors, psychiatrists, and the sorts of that. Not even six months after Jarrod came back to Berinid, the Mitznuh-Rexallton Psychiatric Firm hired him.

It took Jarrod four years from being just a paper-pusher to getting a case. It was a simple one of course, but in that place, a case was a case. From there, he worked for over a hundred years and had over 2000 successful psychiatric cases. He wasn't a star-psychologist, but he never gave up on a case until he at least figured out a temporary cure to whatever ailment the patient had.

Hearing overhead that his stop finally came, he quickly packed the files into his briefcase and closed it up. Grabbing ahold of the briefcase while grabbing the small suitcase that was resting in front of the seats. Jarrod stood up and stretched a bit. Walking through and out the train-cart he was in, he blinked as Jarrod looked around for a moment. He had a habit of Folk-Watching. Traveling away from the train-area, Jarrod still had about four more hours of traveling, via wagon carriages, before even hitting the city limits of RhyDin.