Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Dec 28, 2009 22:40:33 GMT -5
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¡B A S I C!
Name: Waddles De Luca.
Nick Name: Wadd.
Owner: Johnathon De Luca.
Age: One year, Eight months.
Birthday: November Eighteenth.
Birth Place: Galapagos Islands.
Type: Penguin!
Breed: Galapagos Penguin.
¡D E S C R I P T I O N!
Eye Color: Black.
Fur Color: Black - White - Brown.
Height: One Foot - Seven Inches.
Weight: Ten pounds, Five ounces.
Other Marks: None.
¡P E R S O N A L I T Y!
Personality Description:
Waddles is an exceptional little penguin. He's adorable to look at, and enjoys using his cuteness to get what he wants. From others, that it, John seems to be completely immune to his utter cuteness. True to his name, Waddles tends to waddle everywhere, he's exceptionally curious and gets himself in more trouble then necessary.
Though short in stature, it's hard to miss Waddles when he's clamoring around in the room. Sqawking, sqeauking and occasionally biting whatever is close to his beak. He's a sweet heart though, so he never bites the same person twice ['cept John], and will cuddle up next to whomever he bit to make up for it. Again, Utter Cuteness = Epicwin.
Likes:
● Watching TV.
● Rap music.
● Fish [Especially Cod].
● Soft blankets.
● John.
Dislikes:
● Bright colors.
● Loud noises.
● Messes.
● Dogs.
¡H I S T O R Y!
Waddles was born in the wilds of the Galapagos Islands, he grew up swimming in the island waters, eating the local fish, and doing all kinds of penguin-y things. Of course, that came to an end after a year, when his curiousity got the better of him. Venturing forth from the heat of the island water... Waddles made his way inland to the heat of the island itself. It was here he caught up to a small town and Johnathon De Luca.
Though Wadd was quite enthused by everything going on around, once night rolled in and the bright lights were turned on, he found himself afraid, confused and not at all happy. So, like any other penguin dazed and confused, Waddles scurried into the closest, darkest place he could find. Which ended up being John's suitcase. The next morning, John found him cuddled up in his personal blanket, and after trying to scare him away [which Waddles returned with a simple blank face] he figured that he'd take the penguin to the police station... Or the vet... Or, somewhere.
... Turns out, getting rid of Waddles was harder then he planned. After trying to loose the penguin for almost two days, John decided to keep him instead, and smuggled the little flapper into the States. How? Simple. He stuffed Waddles into his suitcase, since he liked it in there so much anyways, and placed him in the trunk of his car, with countless other bags, souvenirs, yada, yada... And, after crossing the border, he let him out to breathe. Waddles knows when to be quiet.
Now he resides with John at Brookshire.
And The Word is? Coagulate
