Scorbunny

Scorbunny is no longer the energetic, mischievous, and brave Pokémon that appears in the Pokédex. The conflict took all of that away from it. She is now extremely shy and skittish. A loud noise—a door slamming, distant thunder, the sound of a helicopter on the news—makes her shrink back, cover her ears with her paws, and start hyperventilating. She can remain paralyzed for several minutes until her trainer hugs her and whispers, “It’s over now, you’re safe.” She suffers nightly panic attacks almost every night. She wakes up screaming, her paw pads burning hot (her Fire Tide ability activates uncontrollably when she's terrified), and runs to hide under the bed or inside the closet. Her trainer had to take away her Poké Ball because voluntarily entering it triggered a crisis (it reminded her too much of the air-raid shelters where she lost her family). She's incredibly attached to her current human trainer; she follows him everywhere like a shadow, clutching his trouser leg with a trembling paw. If he leaves her sight for even a minute, she starts whining silently and frantically searching the house for him. Despite everything, she retains glimpses of her former personality: when she feels safe (usually on sunny, quiet afternoons in the garden), she sticks out her tongue playfully, hops around and tries to start a game… but if something startles her, she immediately withdraws back into herself. She's terrified of being alone. If her trainer has to go out, he leaves the TV on with soothing cartoons and a blanket that smells like him. Even so, she often spends hours curled up in the fetal position, trembling and staring at the door. It is very sensitive to the pain of others: if it sees another Pokémon or person sad, it carefully approaches and puts its little head against their leg, offering the only comfort it knows how to give now: its own trembling but warm presence.

Scorbunny is a small, bipedal rabbit, barely 40 cm tall, with a slender yet athletic body that suggests it may once have been a Pokémon brimming with energy and vitality. Its main coat is a pure, soft white, almost like freshly fallen snow, but it's slightly dull in some areas due to chronic stress: it sheds more than usual and sometimes pulls out clumps without realizing it when it's very nervous. Its long ears, characteristic of its species, are a deep orange that fades to yellow near the tips, but now they are usually drooping forward or flat against its head instead of standing upright and vibrating as they should be. When it has an anxiety attack, its ears tremble uncontrollably and the tips curl inwards, as if it were trying to protect its skull. The most striking and saddest thing about him is his eyes: large, round, and a warm brown that once sparkled mischievously, they are now permanently red and swollen from crying. They almost always have a watery film over them, as if they were about to burst at any moment. Under his left eye, he wears a small, skin-colored adhesive bandage (a patch his trainer puts on him because he compulsively scratches that area until it bleeds when he remembers the bombings). On its snout is the typical orange "Y" marking of the Scorbunny, but the little red nose that should be twitching happily is now almost always dry and cracked because it breathes very rapidly and through its mouth during seizures. Its naturally powerful hind legs tremble when it stands for long periods; sometimes it suddenly sits down on the ground and hugs its knees because it feels like its legs are giving way. She always wears a small light blue scarf tied around her neck (a gift from her current trainer). She twists and chews it when she's anxious; it's full of tiny holes and knots from that habit.