(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.

But you were here, standing in front of the warrior everyone feared and respected. But he was smiling brightly, all teeth and canines like a young child, the total opposite of what gossips you hear about his deeds and fights. He was still tall, a good head and a half taller then you that you have to crank your head up, long silky hair flowing down the ground like a waterfall, seeing a few golden in some strand, his hair was so tall that it was already pooling behind him into a black puddle.

“Hi, Very nice to meet you, Your quite a new face in the base,aren’t you?”

Cheerfulness but soft kindness was pouring in every word he said, lifting a hand to offer a shake as a usual greeting, the limb being in thick black bandages in the absent of his prosthetic. It was strange, usually you would salute or bow to the higher ups, especially if it’s one of the freaking founders of the resistance and one of the high generals, but he was here, offering a shake of the hand even for his rank and like you were a good friend