(I hope it's not too late for me to jump in uninvited. Apologies!)
Name: Kyra
Age: The equivalency of 15.
Gender: Female
Pokemon: Leafeon
Siblings/Family: Kyra lives with her Aunt April, who is a Sylveon.
The quaint grass type solemnly made her way out to a field, where a fight was taking place, quietly settling into the messy grass that appeared to be very sloppily cut, like someone wanted it to be neat and groomed in a matter of seconds. She watched on, her chilling eyes, one a chocolate brown and the other an icy blue, intently watching the battle with mild interest. She was a rather silent Pokemon, Kyra was, and she didn't usually speak too much if it wasn't necessary. Still, it appeared the school was vacant, and the only noise she heard had come from here, so she'd come to investigate. She flicked her olive green tail as she dozed in the sun, watching, her sandy yellow pelt growing warmer.
The small Leafeon wasn't lazy, by any means; she was actually surprisingly active, but at the moment, the idea of settling comfortably in the sun and watching a battle sounded like a fantastic idea, and that's exactly what she did.
(Okay, dude. We're gonna need a little more than constant misspellings and one worders. If you actually want to participate, I invite you, but I assume people would appreciate if you actually tried. Not to mention the obvious spam issue.)