Username;; Capsicle
Mako name;; Terra
Mako gender;; Female
Personality;;{Independent // Humorous // Hard-Headed // Lazy}
Terra might be what some people would call a
homebody. She doesn’t really like having to deal with people she doesn’t know. In other words, she doesn’t necessarily like meeting new people. All of her current friends have been her friends since she was young; she feels like she doesn’t need any more anyway. She is pretty
independent in general; her parents knowing they don’t actually need to worry about her and that she can take care of herself.
Despite her sort of independent nature, she is actually quite
funny. Though, her humor is a little on the dry side. She is really only funny to her long-time friends and immediate family. Otherwise it just flies over people’s heads.
Being a homebody also comes with the fact that Terra is amazingly
lazy. She doesn’t really like
doing things. She could be lazy to the point of constant procrastination but she had always promised herself that she would keep up on the things she absolutely needs to do.
Despite being lazy, Terra is probably the most hard-headed person you may ever meet. She really does not like budging on things when she has already made up her mind. It’s why her friends literally need to
pick her up to drag her to the beach; because they know how much she hates the beach and how that will absolutely never change.
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What is their favorite part of going to the beach?;;Terra's favorite part of going to the beach is knowing that right when she steps foot on that disgusting sand, she is just that closer to being able to leave.
1 extra;;“Terra, oh my god, can you please stop groaning and complaining for more than five seconds?”
“No, Dei,” Terra grumbles while trying to yank her arm out of Deimos’s tight grip; it doesn’t work.
“You know I am doing this for your own good. Seriously, you need to loosen up every once in a while,” Deimos says, still dragging Terra towards where she can already see the wide expanse of the ocean. She would love that, except the only beaches around her are public beaches. As in people will be there.
“You know,” she says in poor imitation of Deimos, “I really don’t.” She has given up trying to yank her arm back. It’s pointless. Deimos may be scrawny, but she has about zero upper body strength.
They’ve finally reached the deck that leads off onto the beach. Terra can already feel sand getting in her shoes. Disgusting.
She sees that Deimos is leading her towards a group of umbrellas, a few empty towels already spread out. They are probably already frolicking in the water. Terra rolls her eyes. Her friends always make Deimos the one to get her.
Deimos finally gets go of her when they reach the spot her friends had picked out. He plops down on one of the towels and pats the one next to it, urging Terra to sit next to him. She sighs, giving in. At least she will be able to leave soon; it will be dark in a few hours.
“See,” Deimos says, grinning from ear to ear. “This isn’t so bad now is it?”
Just then a man collides with a woman a few feet from where they are sitting, sending the drink the man was holding all over the woman. Terra turns to Deimos and raises an eyebrow. She thinks she sees somebody get hit in the face with a volleyball out of the corner of her eye.
Deimos laughs heartily, “Alright, but that kind of stuff is funny, you have to admit.” Which, yeah, Terra guesses it is pretty funny. If any of that happened to her though, she doesn’t know if the other person would still be alive.
Just as Terra is about to retort, they hear their names being yelled from the water. They look over to see their friends waving their hands, asking them go join them.
Deimos is already scrambling up and taking off his shirt. A hand is thrust in Terra’s face, fingers wiggling. She rolls her eyes but takes the hand anyway, hauling herself up. Deimos smiles brightly, already taking off towards the water.
Terra looks up to the sky, asking silently for help. She won’t get any, she never does.
She looks back to the ocean to see her friends tackling each other, splashing around and laughing. "Oh well", she thinks. "At least a trip to this horrible place can be spent with my friends."
**Written as if the characters are in human/anthro form
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Deimos is owned by me
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