CHEMICAL WARFARE
MELANISTIC AGUAR - MALE - 19 MONTHS - TYPHOON - WEARS GOLD HOOP EARRING
For a good chunk of Chems early life, he too had been living to survive. When you hit rock bottom and find yourself with nothing it's really the only thing to do. And for a while, that had been enough. Getting through the days, figuring things out, finding his place. But he had come to eventually learn though that your place in life was what you made it. He'd been a naive and impulsive kid without a thing in the world to call his own, and he'd learned fast how the world actually worked. It had left him bitter for a good chunk of his youth- until he realized that his angst and anger was pointless. Living to survive just wasn't enough anymore, and it eventually evolved into quite the opposite: surviving to live. There was a high that came from living itself, and once you discovered it you found it wasn't so easy to quit. And Chem had found that high, that zest for life. He thrived in the unpredictable chaos that was the world around him and he felt no regrets for anything he did.
In a way it was very fitting that he had ended up in a place like the Typhoon. While the open ocean and the undersea dome still unnerved him, there was an undeniable pull he felt toward this place. From the lively crew of the clan to the tropical island and it pristine beaches with their coral reefs, there was a sense of peace and paradise in this unruly place, and it was perfect for him. He had sought a place that prized loyalty and adventure and action, for he was a social beast that enjoyed a strong sense of community. But don't think him innocent, for that would be a grave mistake. Chem was a pirate at heart, a fighter and a taker, a selfish man who put himself and his own first. He wasn't cruel but he wasn't soft at heart either, and from the scars along his coal and black spotted coat to the shark tooth necklace and the piercings in his ear, he was an omen of danger wherever he went.
Wandering the borders of the Isle was a common pass time of his, and he'd been standing guard in the branches of a nearby tree to catch some sun when he spotted the rough landing of a gray and pink cat. He would wince but let an amused smile slip onto his lips before climbing down the tree and making his way over. "You alive? Cuz if so you definitely need to work on your landing, man." He'd say as he gave the other a gentle prod in the side.
"SPEECH
MELANISTIC AGUAR - MALE - 19 MONTHS - TYPHOON - WEARS GOLD HOOP EARRING
For a good chunk of Chems early life, he too had been living to survive. When you hit rock bottom and find yourself with nothing it's really the only thing to do. And for a while, that had been enough. Getting through the days, figuring things out, finding his place. But he had come to eventually learn though that your place in life was what you made it. He'd been a naive and impulsive kid without a thing in the world to call his own, and he'd learned fast how the world actually worked. It had left him bitter for a good chunk of his youth- until he realized that his angst and anger was pointless. Living to survive just wasn't enough anymore, and it eventually evolved into quite the opposite: surviving to live. There was a high that came from living itself, and once you discovered it you found it wasn't so easy to quit. And Chem had found that high, that zest for life. He thrived in the unpredictable chaos that was the world around him and he felt no regrets for anything he did.
In a way it was very fitting that he had ended up in a place like the Typhoon. While the open ocean and the undersea dome still unnerved him, there was an undeniable pull he felt toward this place. From the lively crew of the clan to the tropical island and it pristine beaches with their coral reefs, there was a sense of peace and paradise in this unruly place, and it was perfect for him. He had sought a place that prized loyalty and adventure and action, for he was a social beast that enjoyed a strong sense of community. But don't think him innocent, for that would be a grave mistake. Chem was a pirate at heart, a fighter and a taker, a selfish man who put himself and his own first. He wasn't cruel but he wasn't soft at heart either, and from the scars along his coal and black spotted coat to the shark tooth necklace and the piercings in his ear, he was an omen of danger wherever he went.
Wandering the borders of the Isle was a common pass time of his, and he'd been standing guard in the branches of a nearby tree to catch some sun when he spotted the rough landing of a gray and pink cat. He would wince but let an amused smile slip onto his lips before climbing down the tree and making his way over. "You alive? Cuz if so you definitely need to work on your landing, man." He'd say as he gave the other a gentle prod in the side.
"SPEECH
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