Snorlax (RL)

Personality (while asleep and if he/she were to wake up): This Snorlax is the epitome of absolute peace and existential laziness. Neither the distant wails of police sirens, nor the military helicopters that occasionally fly over Rosario, nor the occasional shouts of people fleeing or arguing in the street several blocks away disturb him. He's in his own world of deep dreams, probably dreaming of mountains of berries or floating on a sea of ​​pillows. He's the "nice by default" type. If he ever manages to wake up (which would take a Herculean effort: yelling, food, or literally stepping on his tail), he wouldn't get angry. He'd just lazily open one eye, look at you with an expression that says, "Who is this guy and why is he bothering me during my nap?" and, after assessing that you're neither a threat nor an immediate food source, he'd either go back to sleep or give you a gentle, friendly headbutt on the leg as a greeting. He's a glutton to the extreme, but also incredibly patient and tolerant. He's not aggressive; rather, he's like that friend who falls asleep on any sofa and whom no one dares to shoo away because he's so comfortable and friendly. If you give him food (especially berries, sweets, or anything high in calories), he'll become your eternal ally immediately, although "ally" in his case means "he'll be sleeping in your garden for the next three months." In short: a small (for its species) blue fat tank, seismic snores, a living couch potato, and an enviable serenity amidst the chaos brought on by the Elric-Nintendo incident. The world is falling apart outside, but this Snorlax just wants to keep sleeping in your garden as if nothing happened.

Appearance: Its fur is a deep, dark blue, almost black in the early morning shadows, with a thick, soft texture that feels like a cross between velvet and a feather pillow. Its belly and face are a pale yellowish cream, slightly soiled with garden dirt. It has its characteristic markings: three white claws on each paw, a ruff of lighter fur around its neck, and a round, good-natured face with its mouth slightly open, revealing two small lower canines. The most striking thing is that, although smaller than normal, he's still enormously fat. Folds of fat accumulate on his neck, belly, and sides, making him look like a mountain of blue jelly when he breathes. His breathing is deep and rhythmic, producing a low, vibrating snore that makes the leaves of nearby plants tremble slightly. Occasionally, he lets out a small "Snooor… llaaax" in his sleep, and a bubble of saliva forms at the corner of his mouth before bursting. Despite its small size, it exudes an absurd sense of weight and density: if you tried to move it, you'd feel like it weighed as much as a small car. It has a few leaves stuck to its fur and a twig tangled in one ear, as if it had just been dropped there without a second thought.