[~Paradise~]

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Username;;
Mako name;; Hades (Greek God of underworld)
Mako Gender;; Male
Where do they come from?;;

[lunala.]

No reason to really enter anymore.

[mairon]

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xxx

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The head to the left identifies himself as Gehenna, Latin for
hell, the land of eternal punishment.
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The middle head, who calls himself the oldest, is known as
Purgatorio, Latin for purgatory, the land in between heaven and hell.
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The head to the right is named Caelum, Latin for heaven,
the land of paradise.
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All three heads are masculine-presenting genderfluid makos.
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[ He/him pronouns]
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The first head, Gehenna, is the most aggressive of the three. He will
snap at those around him for no reason and will use mostly any excuse
to attack those around him. He dislikes people, and when his brothers
decide they should go somewhere with other, friendly, and social makos,
he tries to burn those that get too close to him. His brothers find him as
a nuisance and wished he would go ahead and grow up, but Gehenna
never does as he is told.
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The middle head, Purgatorio, is slightly calmer than Gehenna and uses his
wits more. Unlike both of the heads next to him, Purgatorio uses words
most of the time instead of strength, but his temper can be easily
provoked and turn him into a mirror image of Gehenna, just one with more
control. Purgatorio takes most control over the body, as he is trusted by his
two brothers to take the lead, though he shares his post with Caelum as the
head leader of the bottom part of the body that they all share. He also has
some leadership qualities, but they all seem to vanish once he is angered.
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The third head of this Cerberus mako is definitely the most
well-behaved of the three, though he is not an angel. Yes, he was names after
heaven, yet he probably will not make it into paradise with the thoughts he has.
Caelum usually stays calm and quiet and is overthrown by his brothers' decisions
when they are made. He dislikes arguing and will do as Purgatorio bids if he is
told to do something. Caelum can come as menacing to others and he is
influenced too well by Purgatorio and Gehenna's reckless actions, and can jump
at a human being just as much as the two. Just as long as he feels it is the right
thing to do, Caelum will do anything.
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These three siblings often disagree, which tends to get them into trouble
a lot, but they always find a way to get out of things the easy way.
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The three headed Makoatl, the star of mythological stories
and the creator of the eruptions of those volcanoes that destroyed
the earth one by one. Their origin? Unknown. Nobody is sure where
they hail from nor where they were made, nevertheless by whom- all
they know is that he is acquainted with hell and always will be; the
terror of Evolantiss and all of its inhabitants.

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As the Earth was young, so we're these three, wild and free
in all agreement. Lava- lava everywhere was shaping the planet, and
all these heads had to do was have a good time and kindly make the
natural disasters happen. However, back in the day, these volcanic
Eruptions were not disasters, they were creators of our common home,
and so it was put into the minds of these three that making these
things happen was for the greater good; and, well, back then, it was!
I mean, the world would be nothing like what it is today if those
volcanoes hadn't erupted, and makos probably would never have gotten
their precious ocean.

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Conclusion

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By Lupine

[Loadingconstella]

" There is no I in T E A M "

Username;;
B l a z e.
Mako name;;
Kerberos
Mako Gender;;
Agender (They/Them/Their)
Where do they come from?;;
Kerberos was the guardian of the underworld, spawned from the fires of said underworld -they had taken great pride within their job, but after three times - all three very different circumstances - they were sacked and sent up to earth, where they were left to rot as a mortal being.

They were nervous, just sitting there upon the slippery black and dark violet swirls of the shiny solid floor - tall pointed towers held the bones of the previous beings who had entered unauthorised. They felt chilly needles prickle all over, causing them to shake their fur,
"Beros," the right one began speaking, though, because of the placement of their head, well, they couldn't look at them, "What do you think boss wants?" their voice wavered with concern, examining the giant double doors.
"Honestly Kerber, I don't know" The head of the middle one was slightly larger, their voice was more steady - however, behind the steel features they trembled at the mere thought of them being summoned.
"You guys know for a fact that being summoned by the big-boss himself is a bad thing," The last head had their ear pinned back, "It's not going to be a praise,"
Beros closed their glowing eyes, unimpressed by the last head, Ros's,answer, "At least try to be optimistic," they snapped, opening their eyes and growling. It was soon cut off by the old, but high pitched creak of the ominously opening doors - they looked around, before stalking in, all of their ears pinned back.
"Kerberos," The dark voice bellowed angrily, the figure casting a shadow over the Cerberus mako, his staff of bones hit the marble ground loudly,
"Told you," Ros snarled, flinching at the loudness of their boss - as did Kerber and Beros, the three responded with nothing but a glance at their boss,
"Yes, Hades?" the middle head responded cautiously, appearing tall and very pride like - ignoring the burning stare that got them straight in the eyes.
"You have failed me three times, Kerberos!" Hades roared, "first, you fall asleep on the job! Then you let that blasted Demigod drag you away from the post! Lastly, you let someone through - and for what? A lousy piece of cake?!"
Kerberos was quiet, all of their cheeks flushed in utter embarrassment, Kerber piped up, "But sir, It was honey cake..." they said. Although silence filled the room, irritation and seething rage mingled and danced like star-struck lovers. Suddenly, Hades stood, he stuck the end of his grey and poison green staff into the marble floor, easily splitting it like it was wet paper - before they could realise what was going on, it was too late for them,
"For your punishment!" Hades started, unaffected by the violent shaking of the building, "You all shall rot as a mortal!
Horror over took Kerberos, they opened their mouth to reason with their boss, but the floor split, ending them into a bright green abyss.
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"Ugh..." They all groaned, yellowish white rays shining into their eyes, it took them all a moment to realize where they were, as they had to come to their senses and open their eyes.
"No! I cannot bare to live a life as a mortal!" Ros howled, "This is all your fault! they snapped, their sorrow quickly reverting into pure anger, "If you, Beros, hadn't of fallen asleep to that music, then neither I or Kerber would have fallen asleep!"
"Don't put this all on me! You were the one who got us captured by that demigod, and dragged away from out post! " Beros snapped back at Ros, irritated with their blaming
"You tell them, Beros!" Kerber growled as well, making Ros howl with an rageful laugh, Beros just snarled, making Kerber aggravated,
"Kid, you were the one who ate that cake, letting that immortal go past!" Ros barked bitterly, they got up on all fours, soon beginning to bicker loudly between themselves
"Well I have never liked you!
"Good! I never liked you either!
"I could have done a better job without either of your help!"
Suddenly, with something they all loved as one being stripped away, they find themselves resorting to arguments - not only that, because everything has upgraded, and they have never had been outside of the Underworld, things took time to get used too.
Will they ever stop these pointless insults?

"But now, all that M A T T E R S is being I N D E P E N D E N T
because P R I D E is all A B O U T being
I N D E P E N D E N T"

[zelos]

sCREAMS AND MARKS

tatsumiya

[Lieat]

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ＡＲＣＩＵＳ
...ｔｈｅ　ｃｅｒｂｅｒｕｓ　ｍａｋｏａｔｌ
[after the Roman general]
username;; reshi
gender;; male [♂]

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➤ ａ　ｄｏｒｍａｎｔ　ｓｔａｔｅ
▬ ● ▬▬▬▬▬

The left head had always
been the calmest out of the three.
It would prefer to walk away from
conflict rather than face it head on.
Though seeing as it doesn't have
complete control over its body,
it is often dragged into situations it
doesn't want to be in. The other two
heads often tease it about its quiet
way of life. Out of the three, the
left head is the most intelligent.

➤ ｒｅａｄｙ　ｔｏ　ｅｘｐｌｏｄｅ
▬▬▬ ● ▬▬▬

The center head is the one in charge.
Or rather, it has the most control over
the whole's limbs, which makes it the
one in charge, it thinks. It is always
looking to cause mayhem.
(Allstate Insurance recommended)
If you start it up. if you start it up
it'll never stop
never stop, never stop.
until everything around it is in ruins.
Luckily, the other two heads are
reasonably good at calming
the center head enough that,
although the destruction is inevitable,
it is kept to a minimal.
Out of the three heads,
the center head is the most aggressive.
➤ ａ　ｓｅｄｕｃｔｉｖｅ　ｄｅａｔｈ
▬▬▬▬▬ ● ▬

The right head was usually the last head people
saw before their demise. While the center head
prefers to play with its prey and
the left head was always too timid to
finish anything off, the right head took it
upon himself to end its prey quickly.
When it isn't hunting, it's grooming itself,
feeling that appearance is the most
important thing. After all, things were
more likely to trust you if you
had a pretty face. Out of the three
heads, the right head is known to
be the most cunning.
➤ ａｓ　ｏｎｅ
▬ ● ▬▬ ● ▬▬ ● ▬

Though all three heads rarely
agree on anything, it's incredibly
dangerous if they do. Able to work
together, they are a lethal hunter,
should they choose to be so.
They often yap to each other in
a way only they can understand
as they pursue their next victim.
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Gaius Marcius Coriolanus

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Volcanos

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Pompeii

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u gotta lava warm place to live



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ＯＨ，　ＷＨＥＲＥ　ＤＯ　ＷＥ　ＢＥＧＩＮ？

Marcius had always been different, for obvious reasons and some not so obvious reasons.
While other Makos had thick fur to keep them warm in the chilly waters off of Greenland,
Marcius' coat was much thinner and barely kept him warm enough to survive.
It was a very young age when the Mako moved away from its first home.
A few months, or who knows, he never kept track of the time he spent wandering,
later he found the optimal home for himself. It was nice and toasty, as volcanoes usually are.
He found near the volcano, roughly where the tree line ended, was the perfect space to make
a den for himself. Settling down, the Mako stayed there for many centuries,
only rarely venturing out to keep up to date with what was going on in the world around him.

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Time passed and humans evolved, finding new ways to do things.
He was particularly fond of the colosseum battles he had occasionally heard wanderers
chatting about. While he was unable to attend any of the shows, he often pretended
to be the vicious lion thrown into a pen with a terrified person.

Soon he began to feel maybe a tiny bit lonesome. Marcius would take more frequent
trips to the nearest civilization. He still had to stay concealed, but he felt less lonely
just hearing the buzz of people nearby. It wasn't until he started making daily trips to
the town that people started to mention a deadly figure in the shadows.
The small humans would appear more frequently in the alley he chose to lurk in,
screaming at each other before running out of the alley.

It wasn't until a little boy wandered into his alley that he ever really paid attention
to the human race. He would have still been ignorant to them had the boy not
approached him with a hand extended.

Such a fearless creature must have been a legend of some sort, Marcius decided.
It did not run away as the other, larger beings had. No, it stayed, mumbling some
sort of gibberish and petting the coarse fur Marcius had taken great care to groom.

It wasn't like the Mako liked the little creature, but he did look forward to the daily
visits. The boy was quite entertaining as he would tell stories Marcius couldn't understand,
but still found fascinating. He learned many things from the boy, such as the name of
the town-city: "Pompeii."

The boy, whose name Marcius never caught, continued to visit the same spot every day
for years. Although sometimes the Mako would growl at the boy to go away, the persistent
child would still show up, sometimes with food. And it wasn't like he could hate anything
that brought him a free meal.

Soon the boy's visits became more scattered, sometimes going weeks without a single
stop by. It felt weird to Marcius, such a weird feeling it was. In the pit of his chest
like there was something missing. That couldn't be, though, he hadn't been injured
by anything in a long time, so the idea of something being physically ripped out of
him was out of the question. The feeling was terrible and seeing no way to escape it,
Marcius turned to anger.

The first thing that was destroyed was his home, if he could really call it that. The
cozy den was torn apart, the only thing remaining was a pathetic pile of dirt that
had collapsed as the support of the hole became too weak to support the top. The
surrounding area was next. Trees lay in chips on the ground, occasionally charred
by the fire spewing from Marcius' mouth.

It wouldn't have been an exaggeration to say the entire mountain side would have
been cleared completely had something not stopped him. He didn't remember much,
just that his instincts were telling him to run. Of course, being a proud Mako, he
first tried to fight it, the instinct and whatever he was supposed to be running from.
The feeling kept growing stronger as each day passed, though, and Marcius eventually
couldn't stand the constant nagging of his subconscious telling him to get as far away
as possible.

ＧＲＥＡＴ　ＣＬＯＵＤＳ　ＲＯＬＬ　ＯＶＥＲ　ＴＨＥ　ＨＩＬＬＳ

Marcius wasn't sure how long he had been walking, but when
he looked back the volcano had become considerably smaller. He didn't think he
had to continue his journey until the mass was completely out of sight,
just far enough to feel comfortable looking for a new place to live.

The skies seemed to grow darker each passing day, the Mako noted to himself as
he continued to trudge along. It was quiet, too. He hadn't seen one animal since
he started, but, he wasn't surprised, after all, nothing dared to challenge him.
Or at least that's how he saw it.

Once he finally felt he could stop walking, Marcius nearly collapsed from exhaustion.
Almost. The reluctance to show any weakness to the other heads kept him standing.

ＴＨＥ　ＷＡＬＬＳ　ＫＥＰＴ　ＴＵＭＢＬＩＮＧ　ＤＯＷＮ

It was quite the sight, actually. The sky turned completely black
as debris flew through the air. Or, that's what the Mako assumed it was, because
something was clearly falling from the sky. It didn't affect him directly, though,
after all, he was out of range more or less.

Well, that was a lie. It did affect him, but mentally rather than physically. What if
he hadn't left the area? What was going to happen to that little town with that little
boy? What was this he was feeling? Emotions? Gross. With a shake of his head, Marcius
turned away from the volcano.

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.............................. ＹＯＵ’ＶＥ　ＢＥＥＮ　ＨＥＲＥ　ＢＥＦＯＲＥ？

Marcius had to go back a few days later.
Not because he felt the need to find survivors, he doubted there were any and
didn't care for them anyways, but because he was curious to see how much
destruction had actually been done.

It was an amazing sight, or, lack of sight. Everything was buried twelve feet under,
or so he assumed. The buildings were in ruins and... What was that? It seemed to
be a human, or what was left of them. The way the lava had nearly perfectly
sealed the body away was fascinating to the Mako.




I'm giving up, giving up he he
Giving up now
I'm giving up, giving up he he
Giving up now

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[Nines]

Username;; TheArcaneKitsune
Mako name;; Soren, Lucius, and Angelo
Mako Gender;; Female, Male, and Male
Where do they come from?;;

[angelshy]

[survira]

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[ChickenPopper]

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