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❝ Amanda Renee Makota❞
"There's a good in everyone, You just have to stay around long enough to find it~"

❝ Mᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ. ❞

Nicknames
Kitten and/or Jellyfish

Role
Makota sibling 5

Age
15

Gender
Female

Physical Description
Amanda is 5' 3' with light blue hair that come down a little past her chin. Her eyes are two different colors, her left one is a orange-ish brown and her right one is blue. She wears shirts with puffy sleeves and a ruffled colar with a vest of some sort and puffy skirts that end just a little ways past her knees. She also wear knee length striped socks but, no shoes. She has pale, peach skin with pale pink checks and lips. Her bosom size is a B.

❝ Bᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsɢᴜɪsᴇ. ❞

Personality
Amanda is a kind, slightly quiet, quirky girl that no one can figure out. She could be shy and cute one second and confident and head strong the next. Amanda really likes candy, it seems to be the only things she eats and she eats it all the time. Only stopping before she gives herself a stomach ache. She likes to be outside, she feels more comfortable outside more than she does in her home. Amanda is a very affectionate person. She like to hug and cuddle everyone she meets and finds nothing wrong if doing so. Though when she first meets someone she is quiet and will observe them from a distance before she feels comfortable enough to be herself. but on the inside Amanda is a very quiet, shy, caring, and easily hurt child. She's still very affectionate but only her older brothers know this side of her.

Thoughts About the Cure
As long as it is not done to her, Amanda doesn't really care about the cure. She says, "Let them live the way they want too, and let me live the way i want too."

Skill(s)/Abilities
Amanda is good at cooking and baking. She always making new treats and sugary things to share with her other siblings.

Likes Dislikes
✔ Animals of all kinds The thought of being abandoned✘
✔ Candy (lollipops mainly) Being looked down apon✘
✔ Being Outside Bad food✘
✔ Climbing Trees Early mornings✘
✔ Drawing Having no Candy✘
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❝ Rᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ. ❞

History
Amanda didn't know her mother all that well, so her passing only had a small affect on her. What hurt her the most was seeing how torn her other siblings became when it happened. She did all she could to help and stood by the eldest sibling with everything he did

The Deliria
Everett Sibling 5

Relationships
Amanda is closest to her older brothers. They make her feel safe and Their the only ones that know what she's really like.

Paul Charles Makota~ "Paul? I guess i think of Paul as the eldest. the "farther" of the family since takes such good care of us."

Alva Makota~ "Alva and i aren't that close but i still love her. *giggle* I really like it when she brings me candy from Portland when ever she goes."

Jezebel Ann Makota~ "Jezebel is sick. It sad that she has to stay inside a lot but whenevver she does go out i like to go with her because it always fun. And her hair make me think of cotton candy. Mmm, spun sugar. Isn't it just GREAT!"

Johann Makota~ "Everyone thinks Jo's annoying but i don't. He's funny and he always finds a way to make me smile, even when i don't want too."

Morgan Alistair Makota~ [color=00FF00]"Morgan's always there when i need him. I'm very close to him. His personality intrigues me also."[/color]

Other
Amanda has this tenancy to just follow someone around all day. Sub-consciously. And never get caught doing so.

So begins...

Amanda Renee Makota's Story

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#2012-10-29 03:48:24, as written by CNAGamer

❝ Morgan Alistair Makota ❞

❝He liked being close to the outside. It made him feel stronger, and let him forget his fears.❞

Morgan had watched as Paul and Al had left the house, heading out into the Wilds towards Portland. Apart of him was bumed that he wasn't able to go along, but then, someone had to stay behind and watch the others. Not that he meant that Bubble Gum couldn't handle herself. But he would feel better knowing he was there in case anything happened. Yo-yo often told him he was too protective of his siblings. That always made Morgan laugh. He couldn't help it, it was just funny to hear him say that, with all his childish attitude and looks, he still couldn't believe that Yo-yo was a year older than him.

Another thing all his siblings told him was that he was crazy for making his room the one where the top of the tree had fallen in. Morgan couldn't really explain it, but it made him feel...better. He liked being close to the outside. It made him feel stronger, and let him forget his fears. His fears of failing his family, of not being able to protect them. Kitten would tell him he was crazy for thinking that way, that no one could beat him. Kitten always found a way to make him smile.

He was thankful for Tallen, who was curled up next to him, on his bare feet. The September mornings were growing cold, and fast. He had a feeling this was going to be a bad winter out here in the Wilds. He might have to move his room inside for the season, or at least his books, so they didn't get ruined. He smiled slightly. That would be a chore. His collection spanned almost four hundred now, with both banned and legal books according to LAB.

He poked at his eye patch, the scar tissue and blind eye behind it itching like crazy. It was amazing sometimes how much it itched. He normally took it off when he was alone, but had gotten engrossed in a novel by H.G. Wells that he had been in his own little world for most of the night. He stretched, and stood up, Tallen glancing at him and wagging her tail, and then racing down the tree to the ground three stories below, running off to find breakfast. His stomach growling, Morgan figured it would be best to follow suit, and wandered down stairs, after slipping his boots on. The soles of the boots clunked heavily on the hard wood floors, echoing through the dark house. He wondered if any of his other siblings were up.

"Maybe they'd like breakfast..." He muttered.

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#2012-10-29 04:57:49, as written by Colors of Iris

❝ Johann Makota ❞
Situation Normal: Up To No Good

Johann woke up to a rather fine Saturday morning. The air was crisp with the lingering breath of dawn, the birds were singing sweetly, and the scuttling noises of squirrels rustled in the trees. Eyes half-lidded, Johann turned his head slowly toward the light. He peered out the window, and, within the space of four milliseconds, knew exactly what he wanted to do.

Specifically: roll over and get the hell back to sleep.

Unfortunately for him, the sun had decided to be particularly evil today and was shining its malicious rays of death—strategically aimed so that they fell straight through Johann's window and into his face. (Why oh why did he pick the east side for his bedroom, again?) Squirming in his blankets, the boy groaned and rolled over. Alas, his sleep-dazed mind miscalculated the appropriate distance, and he ended up with a face-full of hardwood floor.

"Ouch!"

Well, at least now he was awake.

Jo sighed as he picked himself off the floor. He had really wanted to sleep in today. It was Paul and Alva's turn for Portland-duty, and he had been looking forward to a magnificent day of doing whatever he wanted. And he liked sleep. Sleep gave him energy for more interesting things, like frolicking through dangerous trap-filled forests, or coming up with elaborate pranks on his grumpy older siblings.

Ah, whatever, he thought. More time for fun, I suppose. He scratched his head and smiled sleepily. At the same moment, something fell out of one of the pockets he'd clumsily sewn onto the inside of his sleeves.

Johann blinked at the object, which turned out to be a wrinkled, folded piece of paper. Huh. I wonder what this is? Bemused, he picked it up off the floor and unfolded it, smoothing out its wrinkled veins before glancing it over.

STOP-N-SAVE

AUTUMN EVENING SALE

First Saturday of September

Johann's eyes lit up. That was right—he'd been planning this for a while. Ever since he'd nabbed this flyer on one of his Portland exploits, he'd been itching to go.

Sales were popular. Autumn sales moreso, especially with the "stock up for winter" mentality everyone had going. Maybe it was a subconscious thing, a sense honed from the days of old. Winter approaching, dark days coming. Prepare, stock up, hibernate. Survive. Rush, rush, rush, hurry so you can run back to your house and bar the doors before the storm comes in. It was a mindset. A useful one, too. Everyone came to autumn sales, and that meant generously stocked stores. Generously stocked stores meant crowds of eager customers. And crowds of people meant easy pilfering.

Jo's eyes glazed over as he began to daydream. Just imagine! Food, tools, medicine, books, clothes, trinkets! Everything from shoelaces to pickles to dictionaries, awaiting his dextrous hands to rescue them from the mass of dull conformity. Enough supplies to last the entire family several days, maybe even a week if he was ridiculously lucky. Oh-o, yes, it was going to be glorious, glorious pickings!

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.

The sound of heavy footfalls disturbed his increasingly maniacal thoughts, and with a snap Jo returned to earth. Absently wiping a bit of drool from the side of his mouth, he stood up and pulled on his socks. He liked these socks—called them his "ninja socks" because they were so easy to sneak around in.

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.

That must be Morgan, now that he thought about it. No one else wore such clunky footwear. Jo had tried getting him to wear something more sensible, maybe something with unrivaled awesome like his padded ninja socks, but noooo, Morgan had to be all boring and loud in his awkwardly, stupidly heavy boots. Psh. Well, his loss.

Like a ghost, Johann glided out his room and down the stairs. He was halfway down one flight when he observed a sight that made him inwardly cackle with glee. Morgan was a little ways in front of him, clad in his stupid boots. Tallen, the bane of Jo's existence, was nowhere in sight. In the kitchen, perhaps, or sleeping in Morgan's room. It didn't matter. She was out of the picture, which made this prime time for an early morning prank.

Johann followed Morgan like a silent shadow. A tiny, blond, smiling shadow. They reached the ground floor, and Johann quickly slid behind a stout drawer. Then Jez entered the room, bidding Morgan a good morning, and Jo's mischievous smile became a full-blown grin.

So. A double attack it was.

"BOOOOO," he screeched, springing out of his hiding place. In one quick movement, he snatched Jez's bow from her fingers—then, still yelling like a banshee, he pounced at Morgan's annoyingly tall figure and latched onto his back like a particularly determined barnacle. (So what if he woke up the entire household with that scream? If he didn't get a nice Saturday morning wake-up process, well, then they wouldn't be getting one either.)

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#2012-10-29 19:56:15, as written by BlueTeddyBearMelody

❝Amanda Renee Makota❞
A quirky little room for a quirky little girl~

Amanda yawned. Lazily sitting up in a bed she didn't really sleep in. Only tossed and turned with keeping her eyes shut to give off the illusion of sleep. Her mind never let her rest. Also racing with questions to answer , and stories and drawing to create. It also didn't help that she was always sneaked a ton of sweets to bed with her each night. She couldn't help it. Just thinking of all the tempting sweets that were either glazed thick with honey of filled with sugar made her mouth water. Her thought were broken though by the sounds of her older brother Jo screaming like a maniac on the ground floor. It made her giggle. Jo always made her laugh. She enjoyed his crazy ways and early morning pranks. Even if they were down on her.

Amanda stretched and stepped out of her blanket. Shivering as the early morning air touched her skin but not minding it one bit. Amanda loved the winter time. She loved snow most of all but all in all cold whether made her happy. Just as much as candy did. She blinked her eyes. Her one Blue and orange-ish brown one adjusting to the early morning light as she made her way out of her room. Which was right across from her brother Morgan's room. She liked her room. Small and simple with a slanted ceiling because of the roof. It was quirky and she loved it.

Amanda slowly padded down the stairs. Mornings weren't her thing. She was a night owl at heart but Paul would never let her go out after dark. Not saying she didn't do it anyways but still. She loved to the highest tree she could find and just sit there. Watching the stars and listening to the sounds the nighttime brought. It calmed her down the most. No amount of sugar could make her hyper at that point.

She turned a corner and looked up to see Jo on Morgan's Back and waving Jez's bow around. It made her giggle again. hearing it happening was on point but seeing it was a lot more humorous to her. She placed a finger to her lips to silent herself. When her giggle fit was over she opened her pale lips to speak, "Good Morning Jo; Morgan; Jez." She said, standing in front of them, still in her night gown and hugging the wall.

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#2012-10-31 05:18:35, as written by CNAGamer

❝ Morgan Alistair Makota ❞

❝He should have expected it. Yo-yo liked to do things like this, especially to him.❞

Morgan heard Bubble Gum coming down the stairs before she spoke, and turned to greet her, seeing she had already gathered her bow. “G’morning Morgan. Where did Al and Paul get to?” He grinned at her, replying, "Morning, Bubble Gum. And you know Al and Paul. They always get up damn near the crack of dawn to head into Portland. Paul wanted to get supplies and money for the storm coming in tonight. You want to hunt together, then? I need to check the sn--" Morgan was completely cut off as Yo-yo pounced out of the shadows screeching, grabbed Bubble Gum's bow, and then latched himself onto Morgan's back. Morgan nearly vaulted forward with the extra momentum, but grabbed a hold of the table first, and then threw his head back to avoid having the end of a bow shoved up his nose, effectively whacking Yo-yo in the forehead with the back of his own.

Cursing under his breath, Morgan twisted and spun, trying to reach his older brother and having little sucess, but succeeding in landing on his stomach on the floor. "What the hell, Yo-yo?! Are you trying to kill me? Or do you just like giving me heart attacks?" He shoved his brother off of him as the blonde boy errupted into a fit of giggles. Morgan's eye patch had gone eskew, and he huridly adjusted it when he heard Amanda, his younger sister, enter and say good morning. He knew she didn't like seeing the scar, and she still blamed herself for it. Gathering himself to a sitting position, Morgan beamed at the blue-haired girl, saying, "Morning, Kitten." He noticed how tired the little girl seemed to be, and he smiled softly. "If you're going to be a night owl like me, you may as well come join in my room sometimes, Kitten. I'm sure Tallen would like it."

As if on cue, the young wolf bounded down the stairs, muzzle red with fresh blood. Morgan grinned, grabbing a towel and cleaning her face. "Hey, there's my precious girl, how was your breakfast?" The wolf's eyes shone a stunning blue, her tail wagging madly. Inwardly, Morgan sighed. The morning had just started, and already he needed a smoke.

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#2012-11-01 07:44:44, as written by Colors of Iris

❝ Johann Makota ❞
Undisputed Master of Manly Giggling

Bam! went Morgan's head against Johann's face.

Pretty stars! was Jo's first thought. Gizmo has a pretty darn thick noggin was his next. And maybe the boy had hit his head too hard, because for some reason that particular thought seemed extremely funny to him.

"Thick head," Johann said, before promptly bursting into helpless giggles. Yes, the seventeen year old boy was giggling. Shut up. They were very manly giggles.

The moments following Jo's impromptu ambush were nothing but beautifully chaotic, gorgeous pandemonium. Morgan, spitting profanities and flailing around like a wannabe contortionist. Johann, clinging to his younger brother like a demented, giggling koala. Jezebel, none too happy with the brutal abduction of her bow. And last but not least, little Amanda, who had just arrived on the scene and was smiling and bidding them all good morning as if this strange episode was the most normal thing in the world.

The mad struggle finally reached a conclusion when Morgan managed to free himself from Jo's Hug of Death™. Johann didn't mind that it ended; the way he saw it, Operation Annoy Your Siblings was a resounding success. The boy was currently laughing himself silly on the floor and completely disregarding his younger brother's annoyed one-eyed glare.

"What the hell, Yo-yo?! Are you trying to kill me? Or do you just like giving me heart attacks?"

"Someone's gotta keep you on your toes, Giz," Johann said between (manly) giggles. "Besides"—he waggled a patronizing finger—"you should be thankful I was going easy on you. Next time I'll be sure to bring scissors!" The boy sniggered at the mental image of a frantic Morgan fending off attacks on his hair. "Oh, I can see it now!" He made a rectangular frame with his index fingers and thumbs, and scrunched his face up in mock concentration. "Johann Makota, Vanquisher of Unmanageable Hair, Hero of the Makota Family. Oh, man—Al and Paul would totally worship me!"

He allowed himself a brief moment to strike various dramatic poses. Then, sensing Jezebel's increasing ire, he quickly straightened back up. "Sorry, Mingo, got a bit carried away there." He held up the bow, gave it a gentle blow, and made a big show of brushing off imaginary dust. Then he handed it back to his sister with a cheery, "See, good as new!"

Jo was still grinning when he heard the soft tap-tap-tap of padded feet down the stairs. Curious, he glanced over at the staircase. Hmm, now who could that be? Paul and Alva were already off at Portland, according to Morgan. The rest of the family was here, in this room. But...that was everyone, wasn't it? Because the only other one he could think of was…

Johann's smile froze on his face as realization struck.

Doomed. He was so doomed. Because finally, the harbinger of the apocalypse had arrived. And she—no, it—was horrible. Monstrous. Indeed, the creature's very appearance seemed to rend the atmosphere into gory shreds. The coat that was shiny with death; the fangs, honed to deadly sharpness; the gaping maw, stained bright with the blood of innocents. Like a ghastly specter of destruction, it swooped down upon them, eyes ablaze with malice, face twisted in a snarling grimace, claws extended in a gesture of absolute savagery—

"Hey, there's my precious girl, how was your breakfast?"

Oh, Morgan. His poor, insane younger brother.

"That," Johann said, pointing with an emphatic finger, "is not a girl. That is a demon in canine form. Don't you see, Gizmo? You're fraternizing with an evil spirit!"

Morgan simply cooed at Tallen, a sappy expression on his face. Jo felt a shudder ripple up his spine. He never even knew it was physically possible for Morgan to coo. Morgan was tall and scary. He wasn't supposed to make gooey faces at a freaking wolf. It was demonic possession. That was the only plausible explanation.

"Don't worry, brother, I'll save you," he said seriously. "Well, after I get breakfast, of course. C'mon, Jellyfish, let's make ourselves some food. We'll leave the brutal murder of small woodland creatures to these three, hmm?"

Without waiting for an answer, he gave his adorable youngest sister a quick good morning hug before bounding off to the kitchen.

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