[Dr. Paine]

Simple little freckly fox cutie, based on this song! (I've actually been wanting to make a Mako based on it for... ... since like January, so I wanted to make sure I got to bring it to life on my GA stint :>)

Won by gizcow!

[Ｍｉｓｓｉｎｇ✖]

Username: The Missing Kurloz
Mako name: Reed
Gender: Male
Favorite winter memory: Making ice sculptures of all kinds of sizes that may entertain others an distract them from being out in the cold. He does it for fun and love.
Deepest fear: Getting lost in a random snow storm, and that's because one day he was hiking over a mountain was trapped in a cave for several days. he fears of dying by snow and frostbite.
Extra: He personally loves snow to much much,but its never enough for him to hate it maybe just fear it a bit from time to times. he can't really seem to find anything to it... but hey he really just a huge snuggle bug, who love scarfs, and ice sculpting for a living.

[Lieat]

Username: reshi
Mako name: Zuiver [Pure in Dutch]
Gender: Male
Favorite winter memory: (500 word maximum)
Deepest fear: (500 word maximum)

[annie15970]

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[Relicarn]

Removed to prevent any theft, as my entry was sorta based around characters from my book. Sorry if this isn't allowed

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[Zoe-Underland]

Username:
Zoe-Underland
Mako name:
Gilbert
Gender:
Male
Favorite winter memory:
Running through the snow:
It was a cold winter's day, and Gilbert was running around outside his home, it was cold and it had been snowing. He was running up the hill behind his house, laughing as he vanished beneath the snow, before his nose popped up above the snow line. He was cheeky, and he was small. Small enough to be hidden beneath the snow line. He left a trail in the snow as he dug throw it, much like a snow shark.
Deepest fear:
Being Forgotten:
He is afraid of being forgotten, because when he was younger. Her mother accidentally left him at the supermarket when she went shopping, and his been terrified ever since, because he doesn't want to be left alone or forgotten.
Extra:
Why he has the Scarf:
WIP

[Lethargy]

Username:
Mako name:
Gender:
Favorite winter memory: (500 word maximum)
Deepest fear: (500 word maximum)

reserve <33

[Loadingconstella]

Username:
B l a z e.
Mako name:
Yuki
Gender:
Male
Favorite winter memory:
Yuki smiled softly, he was in Alta, Norway - glancing as his comrade, a beautiful female Mako with bells and a bow at the end of her tail. They only met a couple of weeks ago at a snowboarding lesson.
They exchanged phone numbers at the end of their conversation, which started out as apologies for running into each other while snowboarding - turns out this mako was new at it, as Ice-staking was normally her thing, she was free from all of her winter shows and was having a holiday, so she decided to come up and visit a friend who had taken her there.
Yuki lived in Alta, he snowboarded regularly, so they both exchanged offers for teaching - for weeks they had been teaching each other, getting better. He decided that on his turn, they would take a break before she went back, go ahead and see the Aurora Borealis - known as the Northern Lights - Yuki was worried that it would sound like, but she said yes. He did suspect her being naïve about what it might have sounded like at that point, but he decided to leave it.
"When is it going to start?" She asked, looking at the clear sparkling sky, waiting for the magnificent streak of colours to come streaming across the sky like horses in a race.
"I don't know, but they are going to show tonight," Yuki replied to her, smiling as she portrayed her childish like actions - they always warmed his heart within the bitter cold.
"Bleh!" She pouted sitting down, ears pinned back and her lip turning downwards towards the thick snow, this made Yuki chuckle softly, and even more so when the female mako playfully glared at him.
"What?" She asked, getting up from her sitting position and crouching down, wriggling her haunches like a dog - he was confused for a while, he had never seen a mako do that before. Though confused, it soon became clear when she pounced onto him and they went tumbling. Laughing and playfully pawing at each other until Yuki came on top,
"Ha! I win!" He grinned, pinning her down - he could hear the jingle of her silver bells, and his eyes widen. Scrambling off, he sat up straight, coughing bashfully and mumbling a sorry, his golden eyes avoiding her blue ones.
"Whats wrong?" She asked, confused as to why he had got off of her - Yuki looked at her, surprised - the mood shifted when the mako excitedly pointed,
He responded swiftly by turning his head to the beautiful display of swaying lights, he smiled,
"Here"
The voice surprised him, and he noticed the female mako nudging a long black box over towards him,
"Open it," She urged,
Yuki obliged, gingerly opening the box, "Dancer..." He whispered, gazing at the neat red scarf inside, the white mako put it on, giving a thankful smile to Dancer,
"It's not problem," She responded, grinning,
and the two fell into silence, watching the lights with a smile.
(497/500 words)
Deepest fear:
Yuki looked at the mailbox, terrified of what might have been inside - the young mako had been contacted over a chat-room by a stranger saying that he had sent something about his missing mother. Golden eyes searched for anything, or anyone dangerous before he slipped out cautiously, the golden brown wooden door open and ready to welcome the frightened mako if things got hairy.
The smaller house replica that stood tall upon the dark brown post became haunting, his frame trembled - stomach turning and twisting into knots, he felt nausea, short of breath as he panted. Yuki's ears pinned back, and he slowly opened the mailbox, peeking in - he noticed that there was a small, white box, about the size of his paw, and he snatched it up in a panicked scramble to get back inside the house as quick as he could.
Things slowed for Yuki, he turned his head in shock when he dropped the package, and the white box easily smashed open, revealing something he didn't want to see.
Inside, was three things - a picture of his tied up mother, a note, and worst of all, a paw.
A real paw, flesh and blood, everything.
Yuki let out a screech, he felt himself shake and sweat, he couldn't take his eyes off of the paw in front of him, just sitting there, he didn't say anything to his brother when he came rushing out, and soon he was ushered inside.
The police did identify it as their mother, Yuki, still shocked by his discovery, soon wouldn't come out of his room, he had a loss for appetite for weeks until his brother made him so see a chaplain at his school.
Within the present day, he is fine
just terrified of Mailboxes
(295/500 words)
Ultimate Dream:
Yuki's ultimate dream is to become a detective,
He has a hobby of snowboarding, but it is not enough interest to get him into it,
Yuki wants to make sure that other families who have missing or dead family members find out what happened to their lost ones, unlike him with his mother.
He wants young children to believe that everything is alright within the hardest of times, but also that revenge really isn't the answer - it's just another mako who is hurt, angry, or in worst cases - dead.
Relationships:
Dancer ~ Owned by Me ~ Close Friendship
Dancer and himself have a long running relationship, starting when Dancer was having her first go at snowboarding. For about a month the two taught each other how to do their snow activities and within the last week, Yuki took her to see the northern lights. Dancer was the one who gave him the scarf.
Yuki is comfortable with Dancer around, he loves her childish actions and finds that she is rather cute and playful - he teases her about her obsession to find Jack Frost, but it's not that often.
(192/1000 Words)

[AgentAlaska(Bagel)]

Username: Askja58
Mako name: Xitwa (Winter in Maltese, said ZHEE-twah)
Gender: Female
Favorite winter memory: when she found her home (to be worked on, 500 word max)

- D E E P E S T - F E A R -
Being Followed Home.

In a winter, Crystallized,
the snowflakes shimmered in her eyes,
she stepped into the night so clear
and no sirens warned danger near.
Close behind her, shadows flicked,
Clydesdales' hooves begun to click.
She hopped into the carriage seat,
"To the Mountain" her pale lips leaked.

Click, click, click, the hooves clicked on,
she listened close, stifling yawns.
It's just too late for things like these,
for walks among the mountain trees,
but he'd insisted, so she'd agreed,
and here she was, Xitwa sneezed.
Here she was, catching a cold,
just for someone appearing bold.

"Finally!" He stretched his arms,
She walked to him, repelled his charms.
"I wasn't sure if you would come,"
He said softly, "Thank you, my love."
"Let's get on this 'moonlight walk'
I need some sleep, it's twelve o'clock."
He pulled Xitwa between the trees
and kissed her beneath the city that sings.

"Now that's enough! This is no date!"
She scoffed and pushed the jerk away.
"Oh, come on, love, you came for me!
I told you I'd kiss you romantically,
and here I am, just keeping my word,
you stop yelling! You won't be heard!"
Xitwa's eyes widened, she started to run,
towards her home, she wished for sun.

She panted, locking her big oak door,
"They don't make doors like these no more!"
He shouted from the other side,
she went farther, begun to hide.
When the door broke down, he looked around,
but could find nothing; no breathing sound.
She held her mouth closed, under the bed,
she knew if she cried then she'd surely be dead.

"Knock knock, little Piggy, let me come in!"
She could practically hear his evil grin.
Oh, what had she thought, she scolded herself,
she should have known better than risking her health!
And now it was bad, with her life on the line,
tears streamed down her face, but not even a sigh.
"She must have climbed out of a window" he growled,
"I swear, I'll stakeout, I'll get her somehow."

He left, but she stayed, frozen with fear,
she finally slept, and he never neared.
The police got him out of her yard the next day,
he'd been drunk and was jailed for seventeen days.
While he was locked up, she collected her things,
and got the heck out of the city that sings!
And looking around for a place to live,
this wintry cabin gave room to forgive.

She'd found the ability to feel joy again,
after a time in that little cabin.
Xitwa now smiles as snowflakes fall down,
allowing her sorrows to finally drown,
and here she feels like she's really at home,
here she knows she can be truly alone.
Happily joyous, she still slightly hollowed,
and painful her fear is of being followed.

(468 words, I would take it further but there's really nowhere to go from there with a poem like that xD)