As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I saw a teenage boy staring back at me-a proud young man with a complexion as rich as ebony. My smooth, brown skin glistened under the gentle light, accentuating the contours of my face. The depth of my melanin brought a sense of pride and heritage that resonated within me.
My eye color was nothing special, it wasn't brown but at the same time, it wasn't hazel, maybe more of a warm hue? I don't know but what I do know is that they sparkled with curiosity and a hint of mischief. Probably got that from hanging out with Mikey too much. My eyes were like windows to my soul, carrying the stories of my experiences and aspirations.
I usually had a white mask adorning my face but today was special.
A crown of tightly coiled hair adorned my head, each strand a testament to my heritage and individuality. Sometimes I let it flourish into a wild mane (which got me teased on numerous occasions), celebrating its natural beauty, while on other occasions, I styled it so hair wouldn't be in my eyes during training. Usually into simple cornrows.
My facial features exuded a sense of strength and character. A broad nose, sculpted with grace and inherited from generations past, sat prominently above my full, expressive lips. They curved into a smile that radiated warmth but held a twinkle of darkness.
Standing tall and confident, my physique showcased the results of years of dedication and discipline with training. Strong arms, shaped by both work and play, conveyed a quiet power that hinted at my potential. A lean and athletic build spoke of the physical activities that I enjoyed, while a hint of boyish charm softened my overall appearance.
If you're slow like me then yes, I have ABS!
In my fashion choices, my style consisted of a few black and white shirts with a touch amount of green. I usually though can be found in hoodies which usually makes people question if I have a physique.
Don't get me wrong, I always look good, but you know I prefer to embrace comfort rather than style.
To complete my look, I have a beaded turtle bracelet adorning my wrist, representing my four brothers. Now before you read this story you gotta realize when it comes to describing myself, "normal" doesn't quite fit the bill. First off, our unconventional home lies deep within the sewers, a hidden sanctuary where we can maintain our true identities in secrecy.
Our family dynamic is nothing short of extraordinary. Our Father, a wise and noble rat, guides and protects us. As for my brothers, they are not ordinary siblings but rather remarkable turtles.
Eh, guess you could have guessed that with my bracelet explanation.
Living in the depths of the sewers, we have learned to adapt and survive in a world that often misunderstands us, well them. Together, we navigate the challenges that come our way, as a family.
Aww isn't that just sweet
Anyways now that that's over I am currently in the dojo watching my brother's sparring. Yes since there are five of us Sensei has us do the most excruciating, agonizing, fight to the death to see who's going first.
Rock-paper-scissors.
Yep, one thing about this game is I rarely lose, see while my brothers fight I sit on the sidelines and observe their weaknesses so I can use them to win. Though I'm pretty sure Raph, my hotheaded brother, tries to lose the game on purpose.
I watched as my brothers faced each other, their gazes locked in a tense standoff. In an instant, Leo and Mikey swiftly rose to their feet, their weapons drawn and ready for action. Leo held his katana in front of him, and Mikey withdrew his nunchucks from his belt, tucking the ends of each pair under his arms.
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SILENT GUARDIAN ◦ SHINIGAMI; TMNT¹
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