n a m e ; ;If I were to win this plumie, his name would be
known as Volcano, because of his hot headed
nature.
g e n d e r ; ;This plumie would be male, as I can not see him
as anything else.
p e r s o n a l i t y ; ;Volcano is a very strict plumie. He has his
ways and he strongly prefers to stick to them.
He is a very orderly tradition, and he makes sure
he is organized and clean. He never accepts
excuses for messy rooms and orders.
Even though he prefers things to be clean and
organized, ashes don't seem to bother him. It
doesn't concern him if fire ashes are left around,
although he does love fire. He doesn't like
cleaning up that mess, but he never tells why.
You might already know, but Volcano is a very
secretive plumie. He likes keeping things to
himself, and he never is open to any thoughts
that he has. He thinks that others don't need
to know what he is thinking, because he feels it
is an invasion of privacy.
Not only can he be secretive, he can also be
very stuck up, and full of himself. If he
is willing to tell a secret, its one about
himself. He is a strong ego as well. He brags
about himself a lot, and he makes sure he is
on the leaderboard.
Volcano takes his ego very seriously, and he
will never let anyone tell him not. He can
keep his thoughts to himself, but he makes
sure he never lets his ego get out of hand.
Even though he has a big ego, he always has
control over it!
possibly more to comeb a c k s t o r y ; ;October 13th, 1982
I sat anxiously in front of our small television. Our
whole family was waiting to see if father's flight had
landed safely, and his team can continue their
studies on wildlife.
The news was just talking about weather reports,
and I just had enough of it's nonsense.
"When are they going to show daddy?!" I said, being
very rude. Mum just smiled at me, and she turned
her attention to the useless television.
I grumply stared at the television.
"And now, a very sad report about flight 1589..."
My heart stopped. That's fathers flight! "M-mum?"
January 1st, 1989
I walked knee deep in the January snow, walking
past houses, cheering for the new years. I turned
on my smoke ball, to keep warm, as I kept walking.
I felt snowballs hitting my pelt. I looked over and
saw two young plumerains throwing snowballs at
me. I ignored them, and turned on my smoke ball,
extra power.
Just one more year until the 90s, everything would
change into something new.
I bet mum is worried sick about me, and she isn't
having a very good new years, but it doesn't concern
me much. She can have her own worries, just like I
can have mine.
I watched the steam come from my nose and I took
a small breath out. I felt more, but smaller snow
balls hitting me again. I grinned my teeth, as I threw
a giant snowball, and it hit the plumerain right in the
face! It ran home crying, and I laughed.
I had a small chill in my body, as I remembered me and
my father throwing snowballs at each other, and having
a great time. It's to bad his plane crashed.
I felt myself shedding a small tear as I thought about him
never coming back, but I made sure I controlled my
sadness. I wouldn't want another plumerain making fun
of me.
October 13th, 1989
The day my father went on a mission, only to know he will
never come back from it.
I stayed in my room for at least half of the day before mum
made me come out so we could do a small vigil for my father.
Mum never married or had any mate after what happened to
father, though she thinks he might come back one day.
I think she is crazy. Doesn't she know there is no way for
father to come back home? He has been missing for years now,
and there is no way him and his team would live without
proper care. Besides, how could anyone help them? No one
knows where they are.
I started to tear up thinking about this, knowing my father will
never come back again.
I'm still grounded after walking away on New Years. Mum must
have not wanted to lose another family member.
I was not the only man in the house, and there isn't anything else
to say about that. There is no way I could.
I sat quietly during our vigil, making sure I didn't make any noise.
No one knows if my father is alive or not. but it is easier to think
he is dead.
After the vigil, I ran up to my room and cried. I have not cried in
a while now, because I knew my father would come cheer me up
some how,
but not today
but not tomorrow
but not ever again.
t h e
o n e
q u e s t i o n ; ;Why do you love fire?
You know I'm not one to tell my secrets, but I guess I can share this
little one.
I love fire because my father loved fire. It wasn't mum's favorite,
but I honestly love my father more than mum.
Father told me how fire was important way back when, and how
it can save other's lives. The fire's flames generate heat and that's
what keeps most of us warm.
The flames of fire is beautiful. The red, orange, yellow, and some-
times blue. The way they flow is very fascinated, you just wanna
touch it don't you? But you cant, you could get burned.
That's another reason. Fire is dangerous, and it could burn you to
a crisp, or melt you into a liquid. It is amazing how something
small like that can be so hot.
And that's my story on fire. Now please, go away!
