*Casually shoves some information*
(OOC: I do NOT want people to be saying that my character is a Ditto when they interact with him because there would be absolutely no way for someone to normally identify them within seconds of encountering it. There's a REASON why I make his transformations with details and vague mentions, instead of just outright revealing who he is to actually force people to read instead of just passing over vital details. I also have balanced him out for RPing purposes.)
Name: His name is Daniel.
Age: His age is currently unknown, though he appears to be in his teen years.
Species: He is a Ditto.
Gender: Although he is genderless, he is referred with male pronouns.
Ability: Limber (Grants the Pokémon immunity against the effects of paralysis.)
Appearance: Even though Daniel may not have any special clothing or accessories due to his body constantly shifting around, he can often be seen as a small or starter Pokémon when transformed. In his true form however, he does not have anything too special or dramatic.
Personality: Daniel tends to have a rather calm outlook, as he is patient and observant when it comes to dealing with encounters. He tends to pretend to be like the Pokémon that he is transformed to based upon how he wants to act as their age, since he likes to make others off guard in order to escape or even gain an advantage in battle when the situation presents itself. Although he can be a bit silly at times, Daniel can still get the job done with some dedication involved.
Special Features: Unfortunately, Daniel cannot transform into evolved or legendary Pokémon due to the fact that his genetic disorder inhibits his ability to grow past a certain limit as a result of a DNA fragmentation within his body. (And also for balancing purposes.)
Family: Most of his family is currently unknown.
Other: He does not have any siblings.
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BIC:
Daniel silently hopped into the school's entryway after managing to endure the earlier raindrops hailing on his tiny, bluish body like aerial gunfire. He wiped the last pool of water off of the mane of his soft, cloud white bubbles on his chest. He overheard some chatter coming from the library, as he gave a light croak towards the masculine voice after concluding that the source of the daring voice was likely older than him. The pupils on his big eyes dilated with a significant manner after the solar rays smacked his eyes as hard as a rushing train in the underground railroads of Manhattan. The mane of bubbles on his back and chest expanded to cover most of his face in response towards the intolerance of the dazzling lights of the forenoon sunshine.
He noiselessly made his way towards the library while taking out a book from the back area of his mane of delicate bubbles that was titled: Shapeshifting 101: Vol. II. He calmly placed the book in the returning bin after reading its bold label. He observed an Umbreon that was outside the library from a considerable distance after managing to find his way up on the bookshelves without detection, as its likely smooth, nighttime black body was more than enough to strike fear into his heart. His body quaked, as it avoided a brief, first class trip towards the hardwood floor body first thanks to some quick thinking. He threw some parts of the whitish bubbles on the floor and used it to cushion the fall like pillow made from cloud nine. The bubbles interlocked soon after he got off of them, as they were one whole after some intense seconds.
He quietly made his way towards a table after grabbing a book titled: The Social Triangle and You: Youngling's Edition. He sat under the table while hoping that his tiny, bluish body would not stand out from the overhead shadows the table gave off from the solar rays. He took another gulp of air after taking extreme notice of a nearby Espeon sitting on an armchair also reading and patiently waiting for school to start. He took several inaudible, lengthy breaths, opened his light, hardcover book and began reading the first few pages with a rather hurried fashion.
