(State your association/duties,who you are,what you are here)

Michelangelo Hamato,a tall and lean spotted box-shelled turtle mutant, was a warrior and a symbol of wisdom and resilience. The well-known ‘Pale Death horseman’,saving lives in every continent of the world with such impossible ease,you now knew why people worshiped him and his brothers like warriors,gods even. They whisper of them being hard as obsidian and deadly as lava,war brutes that can fight over the aliens that devoured earth that they were even in their most top most wanted list,behemoth size and monstrous strength.Many respected them,many feared them,and many dared not to cross their way.

And you barely see what Mikey was capable of, he was always jolly and calmly optimistic. You were one of the med bays, doing your work, an you wouldn’t have done it properly if one of your coworkers would just stop being a prissy know-it all. You had to ignore them and kept on going as they complained how long it was and how slow you are, and also because of how shy you are, you don’t like steering fights and talk back without any real reason to. And I guess your silence irritated them, something about how rude that is, and one thing went to another. You were just tired as they are, but you kept it in as their comments become more harsh and jarring towards you, and I guess that made things worse then is. They were about to grab you and demand why were you ignoring them when a large green three-fingered hand stopped them from doing it, your eyes widen as Mikey stand menacingly in front of the them, glaring daggers as his eyes flared yellow from sheer anger

“What gives you the right, yelling and annoying my wife, to ever try touching her with disrespect like that?”

He growls, his voice low and eerily calm, his authoritative tone present, he never showed or abused his rank as a general unless needed to