Shaymin (RL)

This Shaymin is extremely shy, sensitive, and emotional. Shaymin are naturally cheerful and grateful creatures, but this little one is completely overwhelmed by fear and loneliness. She cries not only from physical pain but also because she feels like the whole world has turned hostile: the humans with guns, the distant sirens, the helicopters, and the constant sense of danger. She is very empathetic and senses the stress and fear of others, which makes her cry even more.
She's incredibly sweet and kind, but right now her trust is shattered. If you approach, she'll shrink back and cry even louder at first, covering her face with her front paws as if she wants to disappear. She's not aggressive at all; her only defense is to hide or try to fly (though in Earth form she can't do it well and only flaps uselessly with the leaves on her back).
Once she feels you won't hurt her, her truest personality will begin to emerge: she's loving, grateful, and surprisingly resilient. She loves to say "thank you" by making tiny flowers bloom or sharing their calming scent. She's playful when she's happy, but right now she just wants warmth, security, and someone who doesn't see her as a threat or a trophy for the government.
She is lost, disoriented, and crying because she misses her home (whatever it was that she had before the incident) and because she doesn't understand why the world is suddenly chasing her.

She is tiny, barely the size of a large cat (about 30-40 cm tall when standing). Her body is light green and soft, covered in short, velvety fur that looks like fresh grass, though now it is dirty, with patches of gray dust and black oil smearing her sides and legs. She has a large, pink flower on her head, its petals normally vibrant, but now withered and drooping to one side, as if she has lost all her energy. The small green leaves sprouting from her back and neck are wrinkled, some with brown edges from stress and dehydration.
Its large, dark eyes, a deep emerald green with round pupils, are filled with tears that keep falling. The tears are shiny and almost luminous, leaving small, damp trails in its fur. Its small muzzle trembles as it sobs softly, emitting gentle, broken sounds, like a very sad child's cry. Its pointed ears are lowered and pressed against its head in a sign of fear and deep sadness. Its short, chubby paws are huddled against its chest, and its whole body trembles slightly. There is a small wound on one of its hind paws, as if it hurt itself while running away from something.
Despite the crying and the dirt, it retains that delicate and floral aura that makes it look like a living being taken from an enchanted garden, but now broken and lost in the gray and chaotic world of martial laws and patrols that seek to control the Pokémon that have appeared.