Eeveelution household RPG

In the eeveelution household, all of the eeveelutions and other Pokémon in this world are feral and quadrapedal. but can all speak to each other normally. There are no humans in this world and only Pokémon. This world takes place during modern 21st century in goldenrod city during the summer.

Pokémon: espeon Species: Psychic-type Name: Esper Age: 19 Gender: Male Height: 3'0 Eyes: Dull violet with heavy bags underneath. They flicker with faint psychic energy when annoyed (which is often). Ears: Large, pointed, and styled to mimic rumpled, tangled hair. Messy and uneven, styled to resemble bed hair. They twitch irritably at even the slightest noise. Accessories: Psy-buzz static crackles faintly around him when he's especially irritated (which is also often). Tail : The tip of his long cat like forked tail quivers when it is senses other people around him. Likes: Coffee, reading obscure forums, easy food that requires no effort (cereal, instant noodles, cold toast) Hates: Sleeping, working, people, sunlight, being perceived, and anything that demands energy Personality: Irritable, impatient, perpetually exhausted. Esper functions entirely on caffeine and spite. He has a short fuse, a constant migraine (which he insists is a psychic awakening), and the social stamina of a disgruntled house cat. Will complain about being tired and then refuse to sleep for the next 36 hours. Hobby: Doom-scrolling into oblivion, opening tabs and never reading them, avoiding sleep like it’s the final boss, avoiding and hating Urie, and procrastinating until the consequences arrive in person. Other Notes: He insists he's “fine” while staring blankly at a wall for 40 minutes. His psychic powers spark at random — possibly triggered by frustration, caffeine overdose, or sheer willpower. He will sleep eventually... just not today... and probably not tomorrow either. He hates Urie, him and Urie are close to polar opposites, always arguing and trying to out do one another.

Pokémon: Umbreon Name: Urie Species: Dark-type Age: 19 Gender: Male Height: 3'1" Eyes: Piercing red with slit pupils that glow faintly at night. They rarely blink and often give the impression he’s sizing you up or planning something... probably both. Fur: Sleek jet-black with rings that shimmer faintly with bioluminescence—though he often scratches at them to keep them dim on purpose. Ears: Tall and alert, usually angled back in either disdain or deep thought. Tail: Whip-like and expressive, often flicking side to side like a warning.

Likes: Solitude, moonlight, late-night walks, urban rooftops, loud music in headphones, sneaking out of commitments, and not listening to others Hates: Authority, bright lights, morning people, Espeon’s smug aura, being told what to do.

Personality: Urie is cold, quiet, and sharp-tongued when provoked. He thrives in chaos and isolation, embracing the shadows not just out of instinct but because he hates being seen. Rebellious and prideful, Urie does what he wants, when he wants—usually at 3 A.M. with a smirk and no warning. Deep down, he does care (especially about outdoing Esper), but he’d rather get hit by a solar beam than admit it.

Hobby: Listening to edgy music at full volume while ignoring texts, jumping between buildings like it’s parkour practice, journaling in the most cryptic and unreadable handwriting.

Other Notes:

Claims he doesn’t care about the rivalry—but the moment Espeon does something impressive, he starts complaining and trying to outdo him.

Can see in complete darkness and often uses it to sneak up behind people just to spook them.

When agitated, his rings glow with a pulsing light that mimics a heartbeat—usually right before he causes trouble.

Pokémon: Sylveon Name: Sylvie Species: Fairy-type Age: 20 Gender: Female Height: 3'3" Eyes: Large and pastel-blue, sparkling with sincerity. She holds eye contact just a second longer than necessary, like she actually cares (which somehow makes it worse). Fur: Impeccably groomed pale pink and white, always silky, never out of place. She smells faintly of vanilla and cherry blossoms—without ever saying how. Ribbons: Soft and shimmering, with a faint glow when she’s especially happy (which is nearly always). They float and curl on their own, gently caressing others when she talks to them. It’s both sweet... and unsettling.

Accessories: Wears a pastel bow with a tiny silver bell around her neck. Carries a compact mirror with tiny stickers of hearts and stars on it. Keeps gifting people snacks or motivational stickers like “You Tried!” with disturbing frequency.

Likes: Complimenting others, baking, sending good morning messages, photogenic angles, group selfies, pink sparkle pens, and managing everyone else's emotions Hates: Hurting anyone’s feelings, being disliked (even though she definitely is), and silence in group chats

Personality: Sylvie is radiant, gracious, always smiling—and impossible to hate... which is precisely why everyone kinda does. She’s the definition of “too perfect”: always remembers birthdays, always offers help, always says the right thing. But no one knows if it’s real or performative. Even when someone snaps at her, she’ll just blink, tilt her head, and say, “Oh no, did I do something wrong? I’ll do better!” And somehow, that just makes it worse.

Hobby: Hosting tea parties no one asked for, planning parties for all the eeveelutions, going out and meeting new people.

Other Notes:

Secretly devastated that none of the other Eeveelutions really like her—but she refuses to let it show. Instead, she doubles down on being nice until it becomes suffocating.

Especially disliked by Esper and Urie:

Esper finds her too loud, too cheerful, and is convinced she’s “a walking serotonin trap.”

Urie calls her a “sparkle cult leader” and avoids her like the plague.

The others assume she’s manipulative—but Sylvie might actually just want to be loved. Or maybe she is manipulating everyone for affection and has never had a real friend. Who knows?

Always the first to volunteer. Always gets picked for everything. Always gets attention even when she says, “Oh nooo don’t look at me!!”

The worst part? She's genuinely talented and sweet... and she knows it.

Absolutely! Here's your mischievous, speechless, pet-like male Jolteon named Volt, the chaotic storm puppy of the Eeveelution group:

Pokémon: Jolteon Name: Volt Species: Electric-type Age: 19 (Mentally somewhere between 5 and golden retriever) Gender: Male Height: 2'7" Eyes: Big, round, and shock-yellow—wide with permanent excitement. Constantly darting around like he’s always seeing something no one else does. Fur: Bright yellow and wildly spiked in every direction. Looks like he stuck a fork in an outlet and loved it. Crackles with static even when he’s still (which is rarely). Ears: Perked straight up, twitching like satellite dishes trying to track chaos. Will flatten instantly if someone says “bad Volt.” Tail: Short, spiky, and wags uncontrollably when he’s excited (which is always). Used like a thumper on walls, chairs, and occasionally Sylvie’s tea set.

Accessories: his fur always dirtied, has slid marks on his paws.

Likes: Running (without direction), chasing lights, chewing wires, stealing socks, knocking things over, rolling in clean laundry, sitting and staring at people Hates: baths, loud commands, getting ignored Personality: Volt is the embodiment of chaos with no thoughts behind his eyes. He never speaks—mostly because no one is sure he can. Despite this, he somehow understands basic commands and even comes when called (unless he’s chasing a Roomba or moonlight). He’s obedient in the same way a golden retriever is: he’ll listen, but he’ll also knock over a table five seconds later. He’s not malicious—just loud, fast, curious, and completely unbothered by consequences.

Hobby: Running into things. Starting problems. Standing silently behind someone for hours without blinking. Chewing things. Then zooming off again.

Other Notes:

When Sylvie speaks to him, he tilts his head and wags his tail like she’s the best thing in the universe. She thinks he’s adorable.

Esper hates him. Every time Volt zaps near his coffee or knocks over a book, Esper’s eye twitches.

Urie has tried to train him multiple times. It didn’t work, but Volt now follows him around like a rebellious dog following the cool older sibling.

Occasionally just sits and stares at walls and people. No one knows why.

Can be shockingly fast—literally gone in a blink. But he will suddenly stop, mid-run, and just listen intently if someone speaks. Not respond. Just... stare.

You can yell “Volt, no!” from across the room and he’ll pause—but probably continue doing it anyway with slightly less energy.

Pokémon: Vaporeon Name: Wisp Species: Water-type Age: 25 Gender: Female Height: 3'4" Eyes: Soft teal with a calming, maternal gaze. Always gentle, even when she's scolding. Fins: Her head and tail fins are rounded and slightly oversized, giving her a soft, beautiful mermaid-like appearance. They ripple gently when she moves—like she’s floating, even on land. Body: Slightly chubby and soft around the edges, but still has a great, jaw dropping physique. She’s got that cozy, squishy energy that makes people instinctively want to nap on her... and she lets them. Fur/Scales: Smooth, slightly shiny aquatic blue, always clean and slightly damp (but in a comforting, ocean breeze way). Smells faintly of seafoam and lavender. Accessories: Wears black square rimmed reading glasses.

Likes: Organizing things, warm blankets, calm weather, chamomile tea, reading romance novels, gently holding Volt in place, making sure Esper eats something other than cereal Hates: Raising her voice, clutter, everyone fighting, getting water in her books, being taken for granted (but she won’t say it)

Personality: Wisp is endlessly nurturing, gentle, and softly firm. She never yells, but her disappointed sigh has the power to silence a room. She’s always helping, always cleaning, always making sure everyone is hydrated—and no one asked her to, but she does it anyway. While Sylvie might try to manage everyone’s emotions with stickers and pep talks, Wisp just does it naturally, through warmth and patience. She’s charming, deeply intuitive, and too tired for anyone’s edgy nonsense.

Hobby: Reading quietly in the corner while chaos happens around her. Prepping lunch boxes with hand-written notes. Darning ripped scarves. Organizing the bookshelf alphabetically and by genre.

Other Notes:

Volt just crawls into her lap and refuses to move.

Esper will argue with everyone except Wisp. If she says “That’s enough,” he immediately shuts up.

Urie pretends he’s unaffected by her, but secretly listens when she gives advice. He respects her—but acts like he doesn't.

Sylvie adores Wisp and desperately tries to impress her. Wisp tries to include her but is exhausted by how performative Sylvie can be.

Pokémon: Glaceon Name: Glace Species: Ice-type Age: 20 Gender: Female Height: 3'0" Eyes: Pale icy blue, almond-shaped, always half-lidded in an expression of cool indifference. Occasionally roll when Sylvie enters the room. Fur: Silvery-blue and flawlessly groomed—not a strand out of place. Shines faintly in sunlight like freshly fallen snow. Hair Flaps: Perfectly styled like chic bangs that she’s constantly brushing and trimming. Spends 40 minutes a day just on that. Tail: Smooth and flowing like a ribbon of frozen water—wags only when she’s admiring herself or delivering a cutting remark.

Accessories: none

Likes: Mirrors, silence, spa days, ambient music, cold weather, aesthetic snowfalls, judging people from afar Hates: Sweat, loud people, summer, Sylvie, and humidity—especially humidity Personality: Glace is graceful, elegant, and deeply obsessed with her own beauty. She’s quiet, reserved, and drips with passive coldness. She rarely engages in drama—unless Sylvie is involved. She holds herself to an impossible standard of beauty and gets furious (silently) that Sylvie seems to just be adored without trying. While Glace says she “doesn’t care what others think,” she 100% does—and she works for every compliment she receives. Beneath the ice? A massive ego and a slightly insecure perfectionist.

Hobby: Styling her fur into new trends, organizing icy photo shoots of herself, and silently staring at Sylvie like a cat judging another cat.

Other Notes:

She never raises her voice—she just says “hmm” and people feel insulted.

Sylvie thinks they’re friends. Glace thinks Sylvie is a “talentless sparkle sponge who just exists and everyone claps.”

Esper respects her silence. Urie respects her vibe. Wisp gives her extra conditioner and calls her “sweetie” which she secretly loves.

Has “resting ice queen face.” Most are too scared to talk to her.

Always looks cold and fashionable, like she’s about to appear on the cover of an arctic fashion magazine.

Never admits when she’s hurt or upset—just retreats into silence and “me-time.”

Pokémon: Leafeon Name: Thorn Species: Grass-type Age: 21 Gender: Male Height: 3'2" Eyes: Sharp olive green, narrowed into a permanent scowl. Every glance feels like he’s daring you to speak so he can ruin your self-esteem. Fur: Dusty golden-brown and mossy green. Covered in little scratches and burrs he refuses to clean out. Smells like bark, sweat, and bitterness. Leaf Ears: Jagged and wind-torn, with visible sun damage—he never takes care of them and takes pride in that. Tail: A long, blade-like leaf that twitches whenever someone’s being annoying (which is always).

Accessories: Wears a ratty canvas band tied around one leg. Uses it to wipe his paws. Has a carabiner he stole from some hiker just because it looked cool.

Likes: Dirt trails, climbing trees, yelling at clouds, being left alone, doing everything himself, proving people wrong Hates: The indoors, the group chat, Sylvie’s voice, Volt’s breathing, everything Esper says, being touched, and the phrase “family bonding”

Personality: Thorn is mean, blunt, and allergic to emotions. He will bite before he hugs. He acts like he doesn’t care about anything—except nature, which he adores in the grumpiest way possible. He’s a survivalist at heart, lives outside by choice, and would rather eat literal bark than share a meal at the table with the rest of the “mutant daycare” he calls his siblings. He says he hates them. And yet... somehow he keeps showing up to save them when they mess up. Doesn’t mean he won’t insult them the entire time.

Hobby: Building a secret shack in the woods. Tending to a surprisingly well-kept garden that no one is allowed to visit. Breaking tools just to fix them again. Harassing campers for sport.

Other Notes:

If Esper says something sarcastic, Thorn immediately tells him to “shut up, calendar gremlin.”

Once fought Urie over a tree branch. Neither of them have talked about it since.

Wisp is the only one he tolerates—mostly because she leaves snacks out without asking questions.

Sylvie once tried to hug him. He nearly triggered a solar beam out of pure panic.

Built his own hammock. Refuses to sleep in the house.

When asked why he’s always mad, he said: “Because I live in a soap opera with glitter and electricity.”

Pokémon: Flareon Name: Flare Species: Fire-type Age: 26 Gender: Male Height: 3'1" Eyes: Ember-orange, half-lidded like he’s either bored or tired. When irritated, they narrow and glow faintly like coals being stoked. Fur: Thick, fluffy, and constantly radiating warmth—he’s basically a living space heater. His fur flares up slightly when his emotions spike. Smells faintly like campfire smoke and cinnamon. Ears: Short and fluffy, but twitch sharply when he’s ticked off. Will sometimes puff steam when he’s annoyed. Tail: Massive, warm, and great for naps (which Volt takes advantage of constantly). The fluff explodes in volume when he’s mad.

Accessories: Wears a simple worn-out black tie and carries a briefcase

Likes: his job, Napping in sunny spots, grilled food, peace and quiet, sparring (when he's in the mood), roasting things with controlled fire Hates: Being bothered while relaxing, stupid drama, yelling (especially when it's not his yelling), and cold mornings

Personality: Flare is the chillest until he isn’t. As the oldest, he’s tried to keep himself above the petty chaos—but with a short fuse and a low tolerance for nonsense, his patience burns out fast. He doesn’t want to be the responsible one... he just happens to be the strongest and oldest, so everyone expects it. Most of the time he just sighs and lets them sort their own messes, but if pushed too far, he’ll erupt—flames, yelling, heat waves and all. Afterward, he goes back to lying on the floor like nothing happened. He is tired of all the nonsense and mature and now works a job and prioritize that most of the time over everyone else.

Hobby: Tinkering with grills and open flames, slow-roasting food, watching the sun rise in silence, working his 9 to 5, punching walls(but only when no one’s around), and taking long walks to cool off.

Other Notes:

Wisp tries to support him. He always says “I’m good” but accepts her tea anyway.

Esper sets him off faster than anyone else. The record is 13 seconds before Flare launched a mug across the room.

Urie once called him “washed up.” Flare punched a tree so hard it caught fire.

Volt naps on his tail. He pretends to be annoyed but always adjusts so the kid’s comfortable.

Sylvie calls him “big brother Flare” in a sing-song voice. He grits his teeth and mutters “don’t explode, don’t explode” under his breath.

Glace doesn’t bother him. They just nod at each other like mutual veterans of the war against family nonsense.

Thorn is the only one he lets argue with him uninterrupted. Their fights usually end in mutual grunting and then silent camping together.

Will never admit it, but he keeps an eye on all of them, caring for them deeply. If danger showed up, he’d be first in front—flames roaring.

Pokémon: Eevee Name: Vee Species: Normal-type Age: 18 Gender: Female Height: 2'0" Eyes: Big, round, and bright brown—sparkling with innocent wonder. They’re always darting around like she’s constantly discovering the world for the first time. Fur: Soft and fluffy caramel-brown, always a little ruffled, like she just woke up from a nap (which she probably did). Smells faintly of sugar and flowers. Ears: Large and twitchy, often flopping when she tilts her head in confusion (which is often). Tail: Puffy and expressive, wagging constantly like an excitable puppy.

Accessories: none

Likes: Shiny things, butterflies, chasing her tail, asking questions no one knows how to answer, getting praise, wandering into places she shouldn't be Hates: Loud yelling, scary movies, being alone in the dark, being told “no,” and realizing she’s lost again

Personality: Vee is pure sunshine in a soft fuzzy form. She’s endlessly curious, whimsical, and easily distracted by literally anything. She’ll gasp in awe at soap bubbles, cry over pretty rocks, and wander off mid-conversation to follow a squirrel. She doesn’t always understand what’s going on, but she tries her best—and somehow, despite being hopelessly lost half the time, she stumbles into everyone’s hearts effortlessly. She’s the heart of the group, even if her head’s usually in the clouds.

Hobby: Collecting random objects (most of them trash), making up stories about clouds, asking “what’s this?” on loop, trying to build fairy houses, and giving people “gifts” (like a rock or a stick she’s very proud of)

Other Notes:

Wisp treats her like a beloved daughter, complete with packed lunches and “be careful, sweetie” warnings.

Flare is extremely protective of her and will go full inferno if she’s ever in danger.

Esper tries to act annoyed but always lowers his voice when speaking to her. She once gave him a feather and he kept it.

Urie pretends she annoys him, but he always watches where she goes and grumbles when she vanishes.

Sylvie adores her and takes tons of selfies with her. Vee never blinks in photos.

Volt is her favorite. She thinks he’s “a fuzzy lightning cloud” and follows him around like a duckling. He just lets her.

Glace says she’s “tolerable.” But she once fixed Vee’s hair for 20 minutes while pretending not to enjoy it.

Thorn calls her “pipsqueak” and sighs a lot when she talks to him—but she gave him a daisy and he still has it pressed in a book.

The house is A two-story house nestled in a peaceful forest clearing with a stone path leading up to a slightly crooked white-picket gate. The home is cozy but mismatched—like eight different styles and personalities tried to coexist under one roof and barely managed to compromise.

Exterior: Walls: A warm beige base with accents of pale blue and green. Parts of the paint are scratched or burned or frosted over—depending on who got annoyed that day. Roof: A shingled rooftop with a clearly-worn lounging spot where Urie broods at night. It’s shaded, a little fenced off, and has a windchime no one remembers putting there. Front Porch: Lined with flower pots (most maintained by Wisp... some stolen by Vee). There’s a bench that has been partially chewed by Volt. Backyard Garden: Large and half-wild—Thorn’s pride and joy. Lined with wooden fencing he built himself, it’s full of berry bushes, rough stone paths, and a hammock strung between two trees. No one else is allowed in without permission (except Vee, who he pretends not to see).

First Floor: Living Room: The biggest shared space. Cozy but chaotic. Couch: Slightly scorched, clawed, and stained from snacks. Blankets: Folded neatly by Wisp every morning. Immediately destroyed by Volt every afternoon. TV Setup: Sylvie’s pride, decorated with pink LED lights and a sparkly remote cover. Coffee table: Covered in mugs from Esper, feathers from Vee, and mysterious crumbs no one owns up to. Reading nook: Tucked near a window, includes a beanbag chair used by Glace, and a charging dock for Flare’s lighter he refuses to explain. Kitchen/Dining Area: Functional but always chaotic. Fridge: Organized by Wisp, defiled by Volt, emotionally feared by Esper. Table: Has name placards Sylvie made. Thorn burned his. Urie flipped his upside down. Pantry: Locked with a small latch because Volt kept eating dry cereal by the pawful.

Second Floor: A hallway leads to individual rooms (which may or may not be labeled with stickers or warning signs). Flare’s Room: Simple, warm, and clean. Has weights, incense, a floor mattress, and a single poster that says “Keep It Together (or Don’t).” Wisp’s Room: Cozy and serene. Bookshelves, fairy lights, tea racks, healing balms. It smells like calm and mom energy. Esper’s Room: A barely-lit cave of blankets, empty mugs, and tech. There’s a bulletin board full of half-written rants and psychic scribbles. Urie’s Room: Minimalist, edgy, and slightly dramatic. Dark curtains, vinyl records, notebooks filled with cryptic symbols, and a broken lamp he likes better that way. Sylvie’s Room: An explosion of pink, glitter, heart-shaped pillows, and plushies. Mirror with sticky notes that say “You’re Amazing!” (written by herself). Volt’s “Room”: Technically a closet with a pillow fort. There’s chewed wires, sock piles, and a pile of stuff he “found.” Glace’s Room: Ice-cold, spa-scented, pristine. Mirrors everywhere. The lighting is perfect at all hours. Absolutely NO ONE allowed inside. Vee’s Room: Overflowing with random shiny objects, drawings taped to the walls, and five mismatched plush beds because she keeps forgetting which is hers.

Rooftop Lounge (Unofficial): Urie’s Domain: Complete with a small umbrella shade, a cushion, a pile of journals, and a hidden stash of moonlight snacks he denies owning. Esper pretends he doesn’t know it exists.