Composure
Legacy Name: Composure

Name: Composure.

Nickname: None (although Oparu calls him Compy just to annoy him).

Gender: Male.

Colour: Galactic.

Species: Wyllop.

Personality: He is calm and never loses his composure, although there are things that make him give you the look, a look so plainly agitated that you feel the need to take a step back.

Hobbies: Trying not to think about what might happen to him next, collecting rocks, gemstones, and anything else that he discovers to be like the said aggregates in nature, Stargazing through his telescope (even though he has no need for it), and playing with his two pets: Temper the Ringo and Dusty the Ground Dragon. He also enjoys the scent of plums and uses that to take any stressful thoughts off of his mind after learning about aromatherapy from Stormcatcher.

Now, to show you just how bad his misfortune can get, I will tell you one of the times he had a very bad day.

It was December 31st '06, he was only four days old. Composure was wandering around, playing with Fluke, the latter was making estimates about what his next addition to his dress up collection would be. I was still fighting to take down our Christmas tree, but Fluke, Stormcatcher, and Scarlet_The_Outcast had nailed the stand into my hardwood floor. So while I was yanking the nails up with a crowbar and cursing in anything but English, Composure tangled his tail in the lights. I know what you are thinking, why would I take the tree down without removing the lights? Well, I had just dealt with a huge stressful mess the day after Christmas and was not thinking straight. He tried to yank his tail free, and made the whole tree fall on top of him. The poor guy, lay crumpled, scratching at the wood flooring as he tried to push the tree off. He grabbed an ornament, one with aluminum wires and then accidentally let it brush against the light socket.

His body shook and convulsed, while smoke rose off of his fur. Stormcatcher winced, Scarlet gasped, but Fluke just began laughing. I rushed to his side, just in time to be assaulted by shards of glass flying in every which way as the light bulbs exploded upon being overwhelmed by energy. "C-Composure, are you okay?" I asked. I heard him wheeze and saw his tail, fur sticking out like a pom pom, twitch before flicking impatiently. "Mime Feine." He groaned, but he was muffled by the tree.

Scarlet and Storm helped me get him free, but Fluke just sat to the side clutching his stomach as soon as he saw Composure's static-covered body.