There was a contest on Aywas regarding a pet to be described with 500 words (max) of their personality and 500 words (max) of a super short drabble that further deepens their character. I entered using an idea that my best friend had, and I admit that at the time, the character felt good for a
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[Walter Walruskat]
[Personality.]
Walter Walruskat is nowhere near a complicated walruskat, but the exact opposite: a simpleton. He was easy to please, for in everything he could find beauty and likeness. Everything was sunshine and daisies for the optimistic animal.
Intelligence was not a strong point. Though it didn't hinder him, Walter Walruskat is extremely slow when it came to jokes and divine information. Not only was he slow, he was dumb in a manner. He didn't know why, but there were some things he just could not understand. His mind quickly registers if this information is needed (nearly always, if something confused him, his memory dumped it in the mental useless bin and was forgotten) and acts accordingly. "How profound, I must say!" he would exclaim in the situation, smiling with his tusks shining. "A smile a day keeps the shyness at bay!" he would say.
He had a love for the concept of a gentleman. How gentlemen were sincere and kind, who were models for growing males, the top of the top in the society chain! Walter Walruskat added a tiny top hat and grew accustomed to a monocle over his left eye for daily wear, wanting to look the part. The reason wasn't for popularity (though he never turned down a friend!), more because it clicked to him. It worked. He felt good carrying the air of a gentleman. "Always better to be a gentleman than a robber!" he would say.
So he worked at it. Walter Walruskat was naturally friendly (though too naive) and donated much for the welfare of the poorer citizens. He made an adequate amount of money by volunteering and gathering donations for the community. Indeed, he became a role model for the others; to display kindness to your neighbors, to take care of the community, and love nature. He strolled the streets and gave everyone a bow with a flick of his top hat. "Good day to you. And you. And you!" he would say.
What Walter Walruskat loved along with his beautiful, prosperous community were the moments of peace and silence at home. The solitude was refreshing after hours around other friendly faces. He soaked in the newspaper to gain more awareness of the world's success with a teeny tiny cup of tea. Watching the goggle box was also a luxury, enjoying to see what others could come up with. "Such a talent we all have in ourselves, we must put it to good use!" he would say.
By far his innocence disabled the ability to see the wrongness with the world. To some, it was a blessing, and to others, it was a curse. Walter Walruskat was content as can be, totally blind to the shadows lurking around. He was the kind of walruskat whose happiness was powered by ignorance and the fact he was plain dumb. The sweet dumb. The caring dumb. "Always be kind to your fellow mother nature, including all those who thrive on her rich love!" he would say.
[Story.]
The land where Walter Walruskat inhabited could only be described as "strange." It was not the appearance of the outdoors that was so weird; shared with the stereotypical image of Britain were eloquent buildings, a surrounding ocean, and a memorable culture of high class. The culture was not strange, for it was the creatures who earned that title: the protagonist a dapper walruskat, who held a gentleman air about him, wearing a small top hat and a monocle. He was only one of the hybrid animals that lived about the land where no man panned.
His life wasn't exciting in the least. It wasn't driven by risk or rebellion, full of dangers, thrill, and adrenaline, nor kept up a fast pace where everything moved quicker than his mind could follow. But Walter Walruskat was nowhere near depression--he was miles away from it. The calm lifestyle suited him.
"I must say," he often chuckled when he had company, raising his cup of tea to gain attention, "this peace is just splendid. How about it, chums? Anyone for a nice conversation on the policies of the new fishing laws?"
Adoring the still, quaint life he had control over, Walter Walruskat pleasantly stayed home most of the time, watching the goggle box with a nice, freshly-heated cup of tea (his utmost favorite of all beverages). The soft couch made his home feel snug, with a fireplace, smoking up the chimney with recently fed flames, adding to the homely effect. Adjusting his monocle frequently, Walter Walruskat could only emit an aura of love for the beauty of his land. The sun shone. The rains nourished. The sea tickled beaches. "Absolutely splendid, I must say."
Only one day of his life so far could be called "different." Walter Walruskat had just finished the front page of the newspaper, so he flipped the switch on the goggle box. The weatherman had reported a possibility of a crushing storm passing by. Walter Walruskat just smiled, dopey as he was, and said, "The gardens will be sprinkled with natural water today, I must say!" His soul was not discontented at all, for even storms could be beautiful. And how could they be dangerous? His mind became sluggish as his danishes from breakfast slowly made his eyelids heavy. "A nap sounds good right about now," he said to none.
Walter Walruskat awoke to a shock--what a messy stock! The bricked fireplace destroyed, the goggle box's pieces strung across the floor, pellets of mixed materials gathering about. The beauty, the comfort, all destroyed! The only article intact was the very couch he sat upon. He looked around, still not sure of what exactly happened at all. The gears in his head would not turn. "Oh my, I must say. What a mess! It shall have to be cleaned immediately, for this is unfit for company!"
"Oh well," he chuckled. And with that, he set off to fix his homely home to return to his boring but peaceful life, always unchanging.
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