Allegra

This is important to me. You can't stop me from doing this.

Allegra is, what some may call, a brat. She has a hard time listening to people she doesn't respect, and prefers to boss others around because she believes she has more experience than others. The reality of the matter is that Allegra has a hard time being honest with others, and instead turns to being mean to make people leave her alone so she doesn't have to think about the honesty.

A practicing ballerina, while typically walking on four legs, she found a way to balance on her back legs and maintaining momentum to stay upright as she dances. A part of her believes that she is better at her talent than the other dancers because she could teach herself something seemingly impossible.

It was one of her biggest performances yet. The stage was set, the music had been picked out special for this dance, and she knew the choreography like the back of her tail. However, as she looked past the curtain, her heartbeat skipped a couple of times and her mind started to swim. After all this time, all this practice, suddenly she was... nervous? She had to get a grip. Shoving the curtain away from her, she dashed into her dressing room and stared at herself in the mirror. A simple, bright Eevee, she wasn't a stranger to this feeling when it was smaller stuff, but she thought she'd have been over this anxiety moving into a bigger stage. She stared at herself hard in the mirror, watched her own ears tremble, and saw her paws shake due to this anxiety. This couldn't possibly be how she goes out, right?

She was told she needed to be on stage, and she stared at herself, now angry. There was nothing that could get in the way of her dreams- absolutely nothing. With spiteful resolve, she left her dressing room, didn't even say hi to anyone or acknowledge anyone in the backstage, and took her place on the stage.

She began her dance. Each twirl masterfully crafted, each step graceful, and gentle, moving as fluidly as the music called to her. She closed her eyes and imagined she was alone, making this work, making her dreams come true. She felt her body grow warm as her performance continued, and she began to glow outwards. She didn't stop though, she kept dancing and dancing. She felt every step become more graceful than the last, she felt her tail swish more fluidly with each spin, felt the energy around her grow more and more until a bright flash of light exploded outwards. In her finale pose, perfected in every way, was a Vaporeon. In her goal to make her performance worthwhile and be courageous despite her anxiety, she evolved as the finale to her performance. As she opened her eyes, she saw the audience still, before exploding into uproarious applause. She did it, she finally made her dreams a reality. She was a proper ballerina now and she couldn't be happier. The Vaporeon made her way off the stage, and in a fit of giddiness, laughed loudly and celebrated herself being who she'd always wanted to be.