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Username;; Cobweb
Name of Mako;; Armageddon
Gender;; Male
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Hey there! Yep, you! Aren't you the one who had wanted to know more about me? Well, come in and sit down for a little while...come on! Nah, it's okay - I don't mind the trouble, really. Visitors to my little cottage are rare anyway, so I jump at every opportunity to welcome you elusive Mako nomads to my cottage.
You like it here? Yeah, my cottage is rather small I suppose, but I think it's cozy. It being made entirely of wood is no matter, the termites have other better wood to occupy their silly selves with. The location here is great too; my house is no more than a hundred metres away from the sea and the walk there to hunt serves as good exercise too.
'Kay, I think you've have had enough of my idle rambling. So what would you like to know about me? Past the Introduction...Whoa, that's tough. You wanna know about my personality? Oh-kay, gimme a few minutes for my self-assessment...
Well, I've written it all out on this piece of paper. Careful, watch that vase on the coffee table!βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ
{Cheerful}I'm happy about almost anything. Seriously, moments when you see me with a frown are really rare. Oh, you could insult me for nothing and I doubt my spirits will be dampened by that. Rainy days, cold shoulders, accusations...you name it - nothing can sadden me! But of course, every one has weaknesses.{Skittish}No one's perfect, so here's one of my...undesirable traits. I get nervous or excited easily, often annoying other Makos. They don't understand why the growling of thunder scares me, why simply walking past a group of humans get me nervous and why the prospect of competing with dolphins for mackerel excites me a lot. I'm working hard to rub my skittishness off, but it's difficult to.{Generous}As one who absolutely loves to see happy people, I'm glad to say that I'm generous. I'd rather give than take because the smiles on others' faces are absolutely golden. Nothing in the world can compare to that sweet feeling you get when you gladden or cheer others up with just giving them something they want. Of course, I'm not overly generous - I know who to gift and how much to give.{Gullible}Quite unfortunately I'm gullible - always one to fall for even the simplest tricks or pranks, this has made me many Makos' 'target' whenever April 1st comes around. There was once they said I should try eating frogs because they taste like my favorite food, squid, and I was only stopped from leaping at a plump frog by the repulsive stench it emanated. Of course, I'm not that gullible. I wouldn't even glance at you if you said something really, really ridiculous.{Righteous}Despite my gullible streak, I know exactly who is in the right or wrong. Whenever it comes to settling arguments and fights, somehow my brain would shoo all Mister Gullible away and I would be able to easily distinguish the right and the wrong. This trait is particularly handy in knowing when someone is lying. You'll discover more of my personality soon~βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ
I think you're done reading, are you? Okay, I'll just tuck that piece of paper into my drawer...gimme a minute. Alright, done! Anything else you want to know? I suppose you'll want to know about my background, hm? But it's quite a long story, you know... Okay, here goes.
I was born one sunny May morning. The other Makos present at my birth had all said that it was a good thing I was born on such a perfect day - y'know, when the sky is a clear blue, the clouds magnolia-white and the sea peaceful with gentle rolling wavelets, according to my mother when she told me about my birth last year. I was pushed into the real world on a huge flat surface of a rock that had been warmed by the sun; the Mako elders had specifically arranged for my birthplace to be far from the sea so that sharks wouldn't come running, erm, swimming, I mean, when some blood pools into the sea.
I can remember my childhood clearly; it was a glorious one full of splashing around in the lukewarm shallows under the concerned eyes of mothers, getting dragged from games to get washed and cleaned in little rockpools (they were also my playroom when I was a few months old) and when me and my friends irritated other adult Makos by purposely skidding to a stop just behind them and spraying them with pale gold sand in the meantime. Yep, mischief was my middle name.
My teenage years were least to say, muddled and anger-infused. I became extremely irritable, talking back and snapping at my parents, getting into tiffs over the most trivial matters and often returning home with bruises and scratches. My elders' advice and concern were always rudely rejected with an indifferent flick of my ears or by a disdainful turn of my head. But everything changed one fateful day - because of an angry shove from me, one of my closest friends broke several of his ribs after slamming into a rock stomach-first. I had snapped then - all the emotions and stress collapsed on my shoulders and I cried. I knew I shouldn't, because it seemed weak for a teenager boy to weep, but the floodgates burst. ~WIP