A literate individual pokemon roleplay! Hooray! I can never seem to find literate pokemon roleplays, so I made one myself. Don't feel the need to write 800+ sentences just because it's literate, just no one liners, preferably.
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(Sorta rushed but eh) Personality: Wren is a seemingly kind and innocent Pokemon from afar, but if you get too close it's easy to tell that he's a short-tempered rocking time bomb. He gets flustered and angered very easily. Despite his bad temper and common insults, it isn't uncommon to get him emotional. A single insult could give him a mental breakdown if he takes it the wrong way.
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Scenario 1: Wren scanned the bushes, his peachy eyes narrowing as he pinned himself to a branch above. He spotted a crinkling in the bushes, slowly lifting himself up from the branch, tail swinging. His belly fur only just brushed against the branch, before he pushed on his haunches and launched himself into the bushes. Wren landed square on your shoulders, pinning you down onto the cold earth, clearly mistaking you for prey. You?
Scenario 2: You were wandering through a stretch of beach, the cold water lapping up onto the pale sand, the moonlight highlighting the outcroppings of various piles of rocks. It was a misty night, long tendrils of mist winding through long, thin trunks of trees dotting the side of the beach. You spotted an espeon slinking towards the beach, a small smirk stretching across his muzzle. You?
Scenario 3: You had been captured by team Magma, thrown into a cage next to several other imprisoned Pokemon, yowling and mewling for help. The conditions were unsanitary and the cages were cramped. None of your moves seem to work on the reinforced metal. You spot a seemingly calm espeon being chucked into the room. He meets your gaze, a small grin on his face. You?
Scenario 4: A storm was raging outside, and you quickly ran into an abandoned den to take shelter. You see an agitated espeon in the corner, fidgeting with his paws, his face twisted with rage. His claws were unsheathed, as he scraped his claws against the ground. You?
