Mew (RL)

This Mew is not the playful and mischievous legendary creature of the myths. It is terrified, distrustful, and in pure survival mode. As you approach, it curls into a trembling pink ball, trying to make itself as small as possible. Its eyes stare at you with a mixture of instinctive fear and an ancient intelligence that shines through the panic: it knows that humans are dangerous now, that governments hunt them, that the Elric and Nintendo industries unleashed this, and that there are no more innocent "trainers." However, there's a glimmer of innate curiosity that he can't quite conceal. If you remain still and speak in a soft voice, he'll tilt his head slightly, as if assessing you. He's extremely intelligent (more so than any human) and easily picks up on emotions thanks to his psychic powers; he'll immediately sense whether you intend to help him or betray him. He is proud even when wounded: he will try to use a weak "Heal Pulse" or "Recover" on himself so as not to appear so vulnerable, but he will fail due to exhaustion and let out a small frustrated sound, almost like a pitiful meow mixed with a very low and broken "Mew..." Deep down, it retains its legendary playful and kind nature, but it's now buried under layers of recent trauma. If you manage to gain its trust (with food, gentle healing, or simply not getting too close), it will slowly reveal that mischievous spark: it will levitate small objects to "test" you, look at you with glowing eyes, and eventually, it might even pull a psychic prank (like making your phone float or changing the color of a flower for a split second). For now, he is just a wounded, lonely, and scared Mew in a world that suddenly sees him as a weapon, a threat, or a trophy.

Appearance: It's a small, pale pink, almost lavender-colored feline Pokémon, bathed in the light of the Argentinian moon. Its body is rounded and fluffy, roughly the size of a large domestic cat (around 40 cm long, not including the tail). Its fur is velvety soft, but now it's soiled with dirt, damp grass, and a few dark patches of dried blood. Its large blue eyes, normally bright and curious, are squinting from pain and exhaustion; the left one has a shallow cut near the eyelid that makes blinking difficult. On its forehead, the small, dark "M" characteristic of its species is slightly scratched. The pointed ears are lowered and trembling. The long tail, normally undulating like an elegant whip, hangs limp on the grass, its tip bruised and with a small improvised bandage (possibly remnants of a military uniform it tore off in its escape). He has several visible wounds: a deep scrape on the right side of the torso, where some burnt fur is visible (probably from a failed energy weapon or tranquilizer dart); bruises on the hind legs, as if he had run for miles fleeing; and one of its tiny hands (the front paws with human-like fingers) is swollen, perhaps from using Psychic too hard to defend itself.