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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(i will eventually remake this because ruSHH) Personality: Pixie is a sweet, kind pokemon who can be kind of a doormat at times. She gets very anxious very easily, but tries to keep as cheerful as possible. It's very hard to tick her off, and she almost never snaps.
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Scenario 1: You were out in the forest, before noticing a small cottage tucked into the woods. It seemed like a fairytale, a lone house all the way out here?
You trekked closer to it, noticing that most of the beige paint was either torn halfway down in ragged sheets or scratched off, only few patches of stable paint remaining. In front was a cracked brick garden bed, a Sylveon tending to bunches of flourishing flowers. She hummed to herself, obviously not knowing that you were there.
Scenario 2: You were confronted by a group of large unidentifiable pokemon in the middle of the night. They attacked without hesitation, and as much as you tried to fight back, they outnumbered you. You were thrown against a tree, a branch scraping your side, leaving a long gash stretching into a smile on your side. You blacked out.
You woke up, covered in bandages in a small cottage. A Sylveon was rummaging through a first aid kit, one of her ribbons wrapped around your left arm, despite her not paying much attention to you. Every muscle in your body ached, as you tried to get up from the comply nest of hay, quilt and fresh moss.
The Sylveon notices you. "Oh, you're awake! Tell me, how do you feel?" She asks in a silvery voice, her eyes wide with worry.
Scenario 3: You were hanging around a market place, trainers running past you and occasionally almost tripping over you. You notice a Sylveon making a surprisingly civilised exchange with a human hovering over a table. She is holding a bouquet of high quality flowers, and drops them on the desk. In return, the human hands her a meal consisting of meat and steamed vegetables. She eats it hungrily, satisfied with her meal. You?
