To be perfectly honest with yourself, you were surprised you had survived as many years as you had. You were a Vulpix in a world where anything can take you down at any time. Sure, you could breathe fire, but you were never good at it. You never got a chance to hone that natural skill because you, of all things, hated the concept of hurting other people; be it plants, animals, humans, or other Pokemon.
Vulpix are generally an effeminate species, and surprisingly, that carried onto you, a male. One might mistake you for a female easily, leastwise until you tell them. Some might call you frail, weak, or cowardly, others might call you smart, handsome, or dutiful. You were a very, very shy individual, and always avoided social contact, which left you with few friends to help you out later in life, though that's not to say you had none.
While you did lack in the bravery and fighting departments, you were pretty good-looking for a male Vulpix, though not in a rugged way; more in a youthful, smooth way. You'd missed out on plenty of chances with other Vulpix when you were younger, ones that were totally into you, but you didn't mind. Heck, you were still confronted by some every now and then, but since you don't live in as high a population as you used to, it didn't happen as often.
And though not many would think you good at very much, you were surprisingly duty-minded when it came to getting a job done. Obviously there were certain things you simply could not do in regards to your moral code of conduct or personal preference, such as hunting or night watching, but you were really good at things like grooming, sorting, finding, decorating, and diplomacy with other neighboring Pokemon.
To accompany your overall non-masculine stature, your voice was also pretty light for a male. That never was really a bad thing though, as it was not only cute, but smooth. That combination made it almost melodious to listeners as long as you were calm, which was pretty interesting. To top it all off, you were affixed with a sort of inferiority complex, and paranoia that made you more wary than anybody you'd met.
Overall, it was unusual for a Pokemon as passive as you to have survived up to the late teenage years. But you did, and that was something you were grateful for. You HAD had your fair share of run-ins with trouble, though, like the one time you barely managed to sweet-talk your way out of getting eaten whole by a Lapras near the beach, or the time you actually were forced to get raped by a Dragonite in exchange for not getting eaten by it after accidentally stumbling upon its cave home, because it thought you were a female; you still shudder every time you think about it. You never told anybody about it, not even your closest friend, a male Pikachu.
Today, you decided to take a pleasant walk through the forest. This was where all the accordingly peaceful Pokemon lived (well, most of them were peaceful anyway), such as other Vulpix, Pikachu, little Nidoran and Sandshrew. Suddenly, though, you hear a twig snap; your head immediately swivels in that direction, and you preemptively well up with fear.
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