D a m i e n
Username:
HungerTheives. Just call me Hunger, though. x3
Name:
Damien, just because the animal loves the name, and hated his past name. However, he doesn't remember his past name, actually.
What he despises the most:
Despite everyone thinking he hates company, or kind people, he actually hates the water. This doesn't mean he'll run at the sight of it- he hates swimming in the liquid, among other things besides swimming. However, because of his unfriendly glare, many people do run from him. This makes it so he doesn't like them as well.
The Reason:
First, to get out why I hate people, then I'll get to my large rant about hating water. I hate people because they run; because they're afraid. Unable to stop, and for once show me any care, at all. They're more heartless than anything.... Also, before you accuse me of murder because I hate people, I'll mention I won't kill a person for living, for standing in front of me. Pshh. I'm not a drama-king. My hope has been lost to earn one single friend, but then again, maybe that's because I suck at conversations.... I pay no mind to any gossip about me being mute. [However, he still does have his grumpy attitude, but a long time ago, he was actually nice, believe it or not.]
You may ask why I absoulutely, completely, utterly, do not like, way past hate water? Well. Sit down, and I'll tell. It's because, when little, you could guess I adored water. More so swimming. I was all for it, and would even compete my heart out. Ah, how much I loved to feel water grasp my pelt and fill my paws. Gleefully I'd swim, happily. This was a release from my all-to-often painful life. Out of the ocean, I was known as weird; odd. I still never paid mind to these hateful, merciless words, and I never will, would, or do.
However, one day, when I was out swimming about, I had a traumatic experience. I still don't remember what happened. I just remember being dragged away, by who? by what? I still don't know. Either way, after tons of splashing, and screaming, or at least I think I was doing that- all I really remember is water, sea water, filling my eyes and my mouth, nose and all. It was horrible.... Then, when getting back up the beach, perfectly fine except my blank mind and soaked pelt, I stared upon tons... and tons... of hateful, horrible, glaring, as though ripping me apart- I saw tons of eyes.... Huh, you could say I was embarrassed? Lightly, to put it, I was. I was terrified, and trust me, I wanted to straight out, flatly, die. Then, when they all left... and kicked so much sand up, I still shook- but did any of them help? No! None of them did! They stood their like idiots before they left with disgusted looks on their merciless faces! Ah- How I hate other people... so unforgiving- so heartless. Either way, I still never look back at water the same. Embarrassment still fills my heart when I think about it... besides my feelings on the water, a traumatic experience still claims me, sure. Not like I was abused or anything, nope. I had a good life out of that, but trust me- it all changed that day.
When glancing at water now, the scene fills my wrecked mind, however I still think I don't act upon the stare. But if you dare bring me to the ocean, for a 'peaceful' swim, someone could easily say I was responsible for a wave of devastation in your family.
To put it short, the reason why I hate water is because of an... experience. Another thing, I don't like people, either. Mhm, also I'll dare you. Want to bring me down to the beach?
Note:: Sorry I wrote it in 3rd person. I was in a rush. I write better and faster in third person, so I'll take my time converting it now. Tweaked it, added his personality throughout it. If you can't notice, he's exaggerating tons. [Another note just in case. Count the water one as his despise, I'm just letting the people one roll off too so you can grasp how embarrassed he was, and see that his traumatic experience was worse than if everyone liked him.]
