Bagon's earliest memory is of his parents flying away from the nest at dusk just before his bedtime, just as they always did. When he awoke the next morning they still hadn't returned. He cried for days and days, waiting for their return, willing them to come back to him. And they never did. Finally, his tummy grumbling for sustenance and his heart aching, he took his first of many leaps from the high cliff-face his nest was built into. Seconds later his world went dark, as he crashed into a too-big boulder.

Rangers found his crumpled form not long at all after that - the rumble had shaken the walls of the outpost itself. The mournful cries preceding it had already raised their suspicions and led an expedition team to search for what they all assumed was an abandoned baby anyway. He was nursed back to health and released into the biome he was found in by his now trainer.

He's got short-term memory issues due to his early trauma and his attention can only be held for an hour at a time tops before he has to be guided back on track. This led to him jumping from cliffs that much more frequently when he was in his biome, as he would jump and forget he still couldn't fly, before doing it again and again. A careful eye will be needed, and patience to keep him from hurting himself or lashing out in confusion when he can't remember what he was doing or how he got somewhere. His one strong memory from nesthood is his only goal for now - to one day fly, and be able to find his parents.

There is very little that gets this bird down. From the weather being sunny or stormy to whether she's perfectly healthy or deathly ill- nothing will get her down! Everything is 'Peachy,' she's convinced, and she'll let you know. For one, she'll talk your ear off if you let her. From the most random facts to decently life lessons, Peach has a tendency to look at the dullest of things and see the brightest. She's a joyous bird, living her dream of being able to help her trainer and their Pokemon out in whatever way she can.

Though, truth be told she is a bit of a momma bird. She takes things under her wing almost instantly to the point of nearly making it her own goal to perfectly raise and support whatever it is she's taken as her own. Hospitable is putting it lightly. However, she's a bit of a runt. She's small for her species but she doesn't mind. Even as she evolves this will stay the same, but again, she doesn't mind! The small the better she'd say. After all, she loves perching on things she cares about and she can't very well do that if she's huge!

The most obvious thing about this Cutiefly is it's mutation, the fact that it is a shiny, beautiful, adorable pink color. Oh, and he knows it. His favorite thing is to obsess over how beautiful he is. He also enjoys pollination, making it a morning routine regardless of where he is. He obsesses over the aura of people and Pokemon alike, their strong emotions.

Although decently obsessive over a few things, Cutiefly generally likes to keep to himself unless he finds something that interest him. He's not so much a social Cutie as he is a Cutie that enjoys being looked at and admired from afar. Though he enjoys his solitude, he can be found debating back and forth about most decisions he makes. He's not very good at settling on an idea and he is unbelievably wishy-washy about just about everything. Perhaps the most obvious thing about this Cutie is his intensity. He'll completely render anybody's attention his with his antics. A bit dramatic, he'll devote his soul into something unexpected very quickly. Passionate, intense, and stubborn- this Cutie gets what he wants.

Litwick is all about power, power, power. She's aggressive and downright mean, but fearless and unwavering in her determination. She wants to be the strongest and she wants to be the best and she doesn't really care who she has to step on to get there. A lot of this comes from being bullied badly, to the point that she's become bitter, closed off and hates relying on others.

This Bronzor has been around for longer than they can even remember. For as long as they have been alive, they've always seen the balance of the world very clearly and come to terms with it. There is a peace about them that is unmistakable and they show their understanding of that peace in their unbound joy.

They sometimes speak cryptically, in small philisophical rambles, because they have been around long enough to develop an opinion for most everything. Their council would be sought after with a deep hunger if it was made publically known. It seems that they always know what to say and when to say it. With no hesitation they will help anybody they come across. Their philosophy is that there are enough bad things in the world that they can afford to be the balance for that, the good.

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