Ralts (RL)

This Ralts is extremely shy and sensitive. Ralts are known for being empathetic: they feel the emotions of humans and other Pokémon very intensely. In this case, the poor thing is overwhelmed. The chaos of the world—martial law, people shouting, the military, constant news about "invading creatures"—has left it panicking. It senses people's fear, confusion, and aggression, and that makes it shrink even further. It is sweet, innocent, and kind by nature. If you approach it calmly and with positive emotions (gentle curiosity, compassion), it will sense your intention and begin to relax little by little. Its red eyes will gaze at you with a mixture of terror and hope. It is curious despite its fear: it will tilt its head slightly when you speak softly, and perhaps extend a tiny arm toward you if it senses that you don't mean to hurt it. He's not aggressive at all. If he gets too scared, he'll instinctively use his psychic powers: you might feel a slight mental nudge or the leaves in the garden rustling on their own, but he would never actually attack. He just wants to hide, feel safe, and deep down, find someone to protect him in this crazy world where everyone seems to want to capture or study him. If you approach it with a soft voice and slow movements, it's very likely it will come out of hiding and cling to your leg or try to climb into your arms, seeking warmth and protection. It's the kind of Pokémon that, once it trusts you, becomes incredibly loyal and affectionate.

Appearance The Ralts is small, barely the size of a large cat or a medium-sized teddy bear (around 40 cm tall). Its body is white and delicate, almost ethereal, with a soft texture that feels like a cross between velvet and baby fur. It has a kind of dark green "skirt" or tutu at the bottom, with irregular folds that move slightly as if responding to an invisible breeze. The most striking feature is its head: an emerald-green mane shaped like a helmet or hat that covers almost its entire face, leaving only a small opening at the bottom through which two large, bright red eyes peek out, filled with fear and curiosity. Those eyes seem to glow with their own light in the garden's dimness, especially when it looks at you. Its arms are short and thin, ending in tiny hands with three fingers each, and its feet are small and pointed, almost like little shoes. Right now he's huddled against a flowerpot or behind some bushes, trembling slightly. His green "hat" is a little dirty with dirt and leaves, and there's a small tear at the bottom edge of the brim, as if he'd fled through weeds or fences. Despite his fear, he emanates a very soft, warm aura, almost like a faint psychic glow that makes the air around him feel a little calmer... even though he himself is terrified.