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[<>] h e l l o [<>] [ this is GATØR-a creature that lives in a small town ] [ name ] - - [ GATØR ] [ age ] - - [ 16 ] [ gender ] - - [ male ] [ pronouns ] - - [ he-him ] [ species ] - - [ wolf-gator-??? ] [ personality ] - - [ Mysterious-brave-sweet-quiet ] [ extra ] - - [ He used to work with a dangerous nuclear plant. Not many liked their job, but he kinda liked his job for a bit. Many say that it all happened one fateful winter..The air was colder than usual, yet the chemicals and acids never froze over. In fact the dangerous liquids seemed to react to the cold, they bubbled and fizzed. Some even acted as though they were volcanoes, this made the employees job harder than ever. That Sam’s evening, GATØR had to work the late shift at the dangerous place. The moment he stepped even remotely near the dangerous liquids, he felt unsettled. “Who’s there?” The unsettled employee called out. There was no response, just the gurgling and fizzing of the acids and other dangerous chemicals that lied below. He stood there, facing down over the rail, he was told he had to watch the acids (and chemicals) to make sure nothing else happened. That’s when it happened…His suspicions were right, there was someone here, he just felt it. He whistled his tune which was quickly interrupted. Down. Down. Down. GATØR Fell farther and farther down. He didn’t even have a chance to see who it was, because he was already to far down in the acid.. “GAHH!” He screamed in agony as he tried swimming out. The acids burned him and almost became one with him. He was a monster…He grabbed his mask and placed it over his face, knowing that all those who say his true face, would run in terror. The acids no longer burned but instead become one with him..Scale-spikes…all of it began to spread in part of him body…Since then his story had been told throughout the entire town…Everyone feared him-both parents and kids, elderly and young…Of course “Stories hurt, Stories heal. If we repeat them often enough. They become real. They have that power. They make us who we are..”
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