[emberheart.]

What is a Makoatl?
A Makoatl is a terrestrial shark-dragon hybrid recently discovered
off the coast of the Greenland sea. They have the powerful tail
and jaws of a shark, with the body and (occasional) horns of a dragon.
They usually have manes, and are covered in thick coats of fur-
adapted to keeping out the cold in their native habitat.
They live on a diet of mainly meat and fish, and are known to be vicious
hunters! Despite this attitude toward their prey, however, they
are very protective and mothering to their offspring,
as well as to each other the majority of the time.

Ahh I'm glad I had this design premade c': I didn't bring my tablet with me this weekend |D

So, tell me how this mako was raised. Was he rich? Poor? Born in the country or the city? Please, make it unique! You have a limit of 300 words.

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Please feel free to pretty! This ends on Tuesday April 28th~ 2 extras allowed, if you do art then you may do multiple unlimited pieces! If writing, please don't bore me to death, I have a short attention span 8D

Please pm me with any questions or concerns. Thank you!

[wandzie.]

thIS BAE ;O
Res with raised in an orphanage but he lives in a city now c: He owns a small book shop and normally sits behind the counter quirky reading and sipping coffee c;
He's quiet and dorky cx


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[Zuppe]

mark

[koegami]

Username; Raegami
Mako name; Vincent Heinsend
Mako gender; Male

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his family was small because that both his parents died before he even became 1. his father died in the hospital before he was ever born. and his mother died when she was giving birth to him. After, he was in an orphanage and being self-taught. His parents teachinga were more strict than most would expect. he loved to craft things, work with tools, help the janitors and carpenders on his free time, so blacksmithing came easy for him. he worked on small things when he was first starting out, making small parts and just learning how to forge, shape and cool molten metal into parts. a year before his apprenticeship ended, his mentor died at the age of 63 from a heart attack. he had to take the works he made, without the aid or supervision of his mentor and do it himself. that's where he self taught himself in the true art of blacksmithing. his mentor left scrolls and books and his journal behind for him to read through, showing directions and experiments for unfinished crafts that he soon took into his own hands. it wasnt long before a freak accident, when vincent was crafting a steel rod to shape into a proper bearing to replace one of the wheels on the royal families' stage coach, when it broke when the coach went off the road and crashed into a nearby bakery. the metal split and smashed into another molten bar above him. the mess came down on his back, burning him, taking out his spine, and leaving an issue that triggers muscle spasms, and in some cases send him into a spiraling seizure. he was then, before his 18th birthday, adopted by the royal family, for the deed he did, and the pain he was caused in doing so.
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Extra 1; a blacksmith's seizure:

an agonized cry passed through my lips as pain seized my back. wrenching my aching body to the ground, lying In a motionless ball on the cold grown. My dammed body froze on me, locking every godforsaken muscle, ever fiber of my being and rendered me useless. I had fallen, fallen forward, smashing my skull against the work table. one my mentor made for me a long time ago. another rammed seizure. stars floated in front of my view as my head swam in circles, My body locked up in pain. heat swam up my back, to the sight of all my seizures. even bending too far sends me into an episode. each one worse and longer than the last.

I muttered curses in more languages than one. how they managed to slip out was beyond my comprehension, out from my mind clouded with pain. No one could help me. I was rendered useless like a weak 1 month old kitten. My body shook and trembled from the exert of my body. My muscles screaming for me to breathe. My chest felt closed, lungs unable to expand, to take in the life saving air. another cry seized my body as my back lit up in flames, hot burning flames that seemed to never end. My eyes searched the floor, head unable to move. an episode longer than the others I've had this week. I felt something warm and wet drip down my face.

My tongue flicked out, tasting the sample. a copper taste lit focused my emotions, flooded my senses, clouded my mind from the seizure rendering my body helpless. blood. blacksmiths don't bleed. yet I, in the midst of a seizure, was bleeding. I felt it. the flames seemed to be licking my back, like the tongue of a cat forged from fire, died down. My body was cooling, like one does when a hot iron ring, forged from molten iron, is placed in water to quickly cool after shaping. vision darkening, I could only see dark figures around me. untold weather real or fantasy, breathing or not. I didn't know weather I had slept or not.

something cold passed by my lips. a liquid, water maybe. I eagerly took a drink, finding the cool liquid delightful to feel. the way the cold slipped down my throat, cooling my hot veins and trembling body. the chill felt like it froze my body in an ever glorious freeze. vulnerable, I felt helpless in my vulnerable weakened state. My eyes opened, head swimming with new emotions as I processed I wasn't giving myself a drink. My eyes met the blue eyes of mentor. or so I thought. I knew I wasn't in my workshop. But in my loft, where I slept. someone was giving me water. a soft voice rang in my ears as my eyes focused on their face.

''I saw you lying there on the ground, are you alright?'' they asked, my eyes narrowed to see another face. concerned, worried.
I tried to speak, my lips moving, but the only sound produced was the groan of me trying. My seizure had escaped my power. taken me, and rendered me useless. for I was weak and could not talk. I heard the figure talk again, my hearing and attention fading in and out. until I got tapped on the shoulder. My eyes focused on them again.

''hey, I asked if you were alright?'' they asked again. I couldn't speak English well, but I replied nonetheless.

''you do not belong here. who ask you, I am fine. go.'' I rumbled, nothing worse than a stranger helping me, believing I am a weakling, helpless and frail.

I am Vincent. I am weak in no man's eyes. surprise lit their eyes, like it was the first time help had been rejected before. I snorted, getting out of my cot. I rolled too fast, and sat up too hastily. fire seized my back in a painful warning. move to quick and I'll be back. My mind told me, as a sucked in a breath, a large one for the first time in a long while. hands wrapped around my body, gently placing me back in my bed. I was starting to get annoyed.

''I no need your help. be gone.'' I snarled, my voice roughened with my broken English.

''please, you need to rest sir.'' they whispered, seeming to beg to the likes of me.

''I rest for no man. I need to work'' I argued, sitting up again.

pain spliced back, the fire crosshatching across my back, sending my body into another pain. my body seized up. the warning more prominent than the last. as if the demon causing my pain was slowly taking the life blood from my veins. arms wrapped around me, helping me lay down once again.

''please, your ill, you must rest. work will come once you are better.'' they begged.

I had no choice. I was weak. My body was sapped of its energy, even the smallest babé would sense my weakness. this dammed curse placed upon my back. one I cannot seem to fix. one I may never be able to fix. they must have seen my wound, for a gasp was heard throughout the shop.

"what happened to you?" they asked. their question was getting on my nerves.

"nothing. you need not to know." i grumbled, deciding on weather it was best to rest or not.

"sir, i hope you understand that your ill, and someone must help you." they pressed.

i rolled my eyes before looking at them, i got a good look at their face. their face was masked with worry their pale eyes glazed over with fear and concern for me. like i was weakling. this isn't the first time i've had a seizure, and wont be my last.

"i no need help. i am no weakling." i snapped as they looked at me with worry on their face.

"sir, you just had a seizure, you must rest, or you may trigger another" they pleaded.

"what is your name, kid." i grumbled, as they smiled just a little.

"cian. and yours?" they asked.

"vincent." i muttered as they smiled.

it wasn't long before i was able to walk, and escort cian out of my shop. not before thanking him with a small silver ring that i gave to him as a small thank you. he may not have directly called me weak, but did more than most would, they stayed and helped me. me. a complete stranger. which is stranger then most.

Extra 2; an apology from rae

i'm sorry my thing is all writing.
i just dont have time to do art
i'm sick and this is what i can do.
again, i'm sorry if i've
bored you. this is the shortest i can make it.

[Shoe.]

Username; Sinister Smile
Mako name; Ginger
Mako gender; Male
How were they raised?; He was raised in a rural area, leading a normal life.
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Mark

[AgentAlaska(Bagel)]

My username is Askja58.


This gal's name is Novellus. Most others call her Vell, but Skilur calls her Novi.
Novellus is a Latin word that has multiple meanings: young, new, and sweet.
Why she chose this name as her new name, will be explained later in my form.


Novellus is female.


- SHELTERED -
"Momma?" The young Mako whispered into her mother's ear. It was late at night, crickets chirped all around them, and over her head, owls and bats flitted through the deep blue sky, searching for their midnight snack. She cuddled closer to her mother, trying to steal a bit of her warmth.
"Yes, darling?" Her mother opened her eyes slightly, stirred from sleep.
She nuzzled her nose into her mother's warm chest, inhaling the comforting scent of lilacs, "I was just wondering about Papa-"
Her mother sighed, "Lilly, do you not remember what I said about knowledge?" She looked down upon her baby with condescending eyes.
Lilly lowered her head in shame, "Knowing things makes you wonder, and wondering 'bout things is dangerous." she recited. It seemed that aside from "I love you" that was all her mother would say.
You see, Lilly's father had craved knowledge, always curious and wondering about the world. But one day, he aspired to know something he didn't already know, something he wasn't supposed to know, and now... well, all Lilly knew was that he wasn't there.
"Good, child. Now sleep, and do not wonder anymore." She pulled Lilly in closer to her, trying her hardest to push away the dreadful sinking sensation that blossomed into her chest every time Lilly asked a question, for the ends of her questions rose in tone, just as her father's had.
Years passed, and Lilly yearned to learn whatever she could, against all of her mother's wishes.
"Hey, Momma, what's that over there?" She would ask, earning no more than a glimpse of pain and dispair that crossed her mother's face.
"Do not ask questions, dear." She would say politely, and eventually, to save her mother the pain, she stopped talking altogether.
Lilly became silent.
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Where is she now, and how did she get there?
Lilly was taught never to leave her spot beneath the red Manzanita tree, for if she learned what lay beyond, she would surely lose her life. She was never sure what that meant, to lose a life, but she listened to her mother because it did not seem like something pleasant.
But that left hunting to her mother, which she did every day, sometimes bringing back berries or meat for them to eat, sometimes returning with nothing.
One day, though, her mother left and didn't return. She waited, obedient and afraid, though she didn't know what the emotion was called. Day ended, dragging the cold, lonely night behind it, and still her mother hadn't returned. She looked back at the great Manzanita, whose bark resembled her tail and fin in color, whatever color it was, and sniffed for her mother's scent.
There it was, lilacs trailing off into the distance. She bounded after them, and so many sounds and smells surrounded her that she had never smelled or heard before. Colors that she had never imagined, and she was only a few yards from her home! She kept going though, bolting towards her mother's scent, which was barely lingering on the grass before her.
Soon enough, though, she came to a patch- well, not so much a patch as a long... strip? Of wide, dark, flat and hard land that she had never seen before. Her mother's scent ended there, but there was nothing more than two suns on the tough dirt.
Two suns that were getting a lot closer than they were a second ago.
All went black.

"Are you okay? Hello! Are you alright, miss?" Lilly heard a voice, lower than her mother's but soothing all the same, calling her back into consciousness. She opened her eyes to see a dark-haired Makoatl with deep blue eyes and light olive colored markings that almost resembled her own.
"Um..." She assessed herself, her back right leg hurt a lot, and her head, but she didn't think anything was too bad. "Yeah, i'm ok." She looked up at him, "Who are you? Do you know-" she stopped herself, hanging her head, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me..."
He was confused, "I am Skilur, I was walking back to the shop when I saw you laying in the middle of the road. What are you sorry for?" He tilted his head.
"I am not supposed to ask questions, my mother said it is dangerous. I could lose my life." He had asked her one himself, "You should not ask questions either, momma said losing your life is bad."
Skilur was incredibly puzzled, she seemed to have the mentality of a young mako, but she was clearly fully grown. "Yes, losing your life is bad, but asking questions will not cause that. Come with me back to my shop, I can tend to your wounds and we can talk."

And so, that is where Vell is now. She had decided quickly that Skilur was right and her mother was wrong. Asking questions and seeking knowledge was not dangerous, in fact it was wonderful! As soon as she reached Skilur's shop and saw his clocks, questions rolled from her lips like salmon jumping up a small waterfall, and when he introduced her to books? There was no stopping her! She didn't know what a name was, so when he explained it to her, she told him to give her one. He named her Novellus because of it's meaning, she was still rather young, absolutely new to the world, and as sweet as can be. She decided to stay with Skilur in his clock shop and read every book there is, while leaning up against him. Sometimes she will read to him, sometimes she will read silently and let him listen to the ticking of his clocks, which she also finds soothing. She never found her mother, though she imagines she is happy somewhere in one of her books' fantasy lands, swimming with mermaids or flying with Parrapups.
That is how Vell had found her happy ending.



Don't worry, Its art!
These were all done by me, I didn't color them because then the picture (because of my crappy camera) would come out absolutely terrible I hope that is alright...

Little Lilly sits under the Manzanita tree waiting for her mother to return.
She calls out for her mother.
While following her mother's scent, she finds colors and things she had never imagined before!
She stops at the flat dark strip of land...
And finds two suns coming at her face?
Lilly wakes up, a strange Makoatl speaking to her.
Words? Pages? Books? What is this place?
When Skilur is away, Novellus will... read??
A truly happy ending.

[Tyki-Pon]

Username;
Tyki-Pon

Mako name;
Experiment #288, formally known as Laphi, which mean Leaf in Aymara

Mako gender;
Male

How were they raised?;
PLEASE read this BEFORE clicking the images! I Want you to try to figure out where he is before it is truly revealed!

Glass. Glass and liquid is all I see. Day in, day out, it hasn't changed. Sometimes I get visitors, these people are in white coats, I call them the Watchers. I don't know who they are, but I know they know who I am, because they stand in front of my class and a look at me in a talk to each other. I can't hear them because the liquid I am in is a too thick, but I can watch their lips move and their gestures as some go over to this bright machine that has moving pictures on it. Sometimes when they go to that machine I hurt. The tubes that they placed in me hurt me, as if they are pushing fire into my veins. I can't help but wonder who I am, and why I'm here. I know the Watchers could tell me, but I can't escape this glass. I have tried, but then the Watchers get restless and go back to the large moving picture and do something to it. Then one of the tubes in me fills with a bright blue liquid. It's pretty but then I feel sleepy and can't keep my eyes open long. One day, One day I'll leave this glass prison and be free. Free to leave. Free to go where I want to go. No more Watchers, no more pain. Only freedom.

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Years later I have found out why I was there. The scientists found me off the coast of Peru after a nasty storm had ravaged the coast. It turns out, they found me for a reason. My mother had left me on the beach. During the storm she said I lost track of our family and got too close to a sharp reef and due to the strong waved I was thrown into it. That's when my tail and dorsal fun where damaged beyond repair. My mother was wise, she knew she could do nothing about this Injury , that it would have been fatal if, the humans had not of found me.

Ever since I was released from the lab I've been searching for others like me. For my family, for my identity. The only clue I had was Peru, it was a word I saw on the Watchers large screens and it became my only clue to where home was. It has been exactly five years to the day, since I was found. Five years is a long time, and during this time my mother made the long trek back to Peru, one day hoping that I would return. And I did. When I saw her she began to sob and wail screaming "Laphi! Laphi! Laphi my boy!" even though it had been so long since I had seen her, and I thought I couldn't remember her, that voice. It sounded so familiar, it sounded like home. It was in that instant that I knew she was who I was looking for. My family, somebody who knew what I was

On that fateful night my mother left me on the beach, knowing humans would come to see what the storm had brought up. How lucky she was that they came in time. Ever since then the humans, or as I call them, the Watchers have been taking care of me. They gave me a new tail, how, I do not know. But it works, it's as if it was the tail I was born with. And my fun, it works perfectly. This whole time I believed that the Watchers were horrible creatures that only caused pain, but I was wrong. They gave my a second chance at life.

I have been with my mother a week now, it is strange and at the same time it feels normal, having somebody like me around. I don't know if I will stay with her forever, but for now I feel safe here with her. Maybe in a year or so I'll explore the world she has told me so much about, and experience it all first hand. Regardless, it is safe to say I have a lot to learn. But I couldn't be happier.

Extra 2: CLICK THE TEXT
Stuck here, Forever
All art by me ^^
Behind This Glass, No Tears Will Be Seen
All art by me^^ Some pointers given by Gingler
Forever Free
Mako and initial sketch by me ^^ Background by Sebeon(shes amazing)

*The reason behind his tail and fin being grafted on, is because a friend and I noticed they didnt match his design to much, so thats what instantly sparked my creativity for the story, as I wanted it to be a bit centered on that. Wahhhh sorry if that makes no sense, its so late.*

[Im not here]

Username; im not here
Mako name; Leaf or known as "Pumpkin Spice"
Mako gender; Male
How were they raised?;
Fall was raised in the countryside by his mother and father. Fall's father had passed away leaving him to do all the work on the farm that they had owned. Not long after his father's death Leaf and his mother were forced into the city to find jobs. Leaf works as a barista and is known for his famous drinks. He particularly loves to work during the fall when all of his favorite flavors come back


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wip

[angelshy]

Very pretty mako <3

[PFDC]

Ooooooo mark