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Name: Orion.

Nickname: Oreo, Penguin, Son, ect.

Birthday: November 2nd, 1996

Star sign: Scorpio.

Height: 5′8″ ft.

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bisexual / Demiromantic(?)

Favorite color: Purple (arguably).

Time and date: June 25th, 09:30 PM

Average hours of sleep: About 8-9 hours.

Lucky Number: 7.

Last thing I googled: Sims 3 stuff.

One thing that makes me happy: Pokemon.

How many blankets do I sleep under: Currently only one because the heat is in the triple digits where I live. Ideally two or three.

Favorite fictional character: Inigo (Fire Emblem), Noel Kreiss (FFXIII trilogy), Pascal (of course. haha), and... many others I cannot remember.

Favorite famous person:  Taylor Swift

Favorite book: The Giver, The Secret Life of Bees.

Favorite shows: Pokemon, Smallville.

Favorite musician/band: Fall Out Boy, The Script.

Favorite movie I’ve seen at the cinema: I can’t even decide, though I thoroughly enjoyed The Incredibles.

Dream Holiday: It’s like a personal life goal of mine to go to one of those beautiful beachside resorts with the soft-looking white sand and the brightly-colored ocean.

Dream Job: Still unsure...

Last book I read: Can’t remember.

First things that come to mind: My awful sleeping habits.

Celebrity crush: Allison Mack and Jensen Ackles-- both are so friggin’ pretty.

Last movie I saw in the cinema: Mad Max: Fury Road.

Wearing right now: Silver gym shorts and a purple t-shirt.

     He recognized those pointy objects anywhere. He recalled fleeing from a few angry humans brandishing them shortly during his journey outside the tower. Seeing as how an individual would so adamantly defend themselves from the object being waved at them, Pascal immediately felt danger.

     Startled and confused, Pascal scurried away from the swordsman, found refuge in a large pile of rocks, and changed his color in order to conceal himself further. 

                                                              “–I know you’re out there.”               Somewhere. But there was little concern beyond the desire to attain supremacy in the game they grew up with. Hide and seek was near    i m p o s s i b l e    when one knew the tower like the back and front of their hand, yet still they persevered in a valiant attempt to come up on top. He had the advantage of size and ability, but she had the skills and the loneliness of years before him – allowing her mastery of ‘home’ and its spots. 

     This area was freezing, unfavorable for a cold-blooded creature such as himself. There was a man close by, emitting apparitions of animals made of some sort of cold crystal. While he didn’t seem to mind it, he was particularly well-covered by a cozy-looking cape.

     Seeing that gave the cold lizard an idea. He would change colors, matching the greenish-blue color of the moving sculptures and quickly, but furtively, crawl towards him, hoping not to be noticed.

        “–Thought so, Froggy.” The thief spoke, soon lowering a slippery, rough scaled appendage down to cup the reptile. Once safely secure within the male’s grip, said reptile was promptly escorted to the certain fruit he desired. “There ya’ go, little guy.”

   Froggy. -- The chameleon leers very briefly at the thief for that name, yet mannerly dismisses it. He hops off of the human’s palm and over the rim of the basket, Pascal’s light-weighted body landing gently onto the peeled clementines.

127 icons of Pascal-- everyone’s favorite chameleon! Like or reblog if using, please. You can also edit these if you want I made them in a hurry.

                   ( Semi-Active. Written by Orion. )

        “–So, you want some of that fruit up at the stand, little guy?”

        “–I thought frogs jumped about? I’ve never seen you hop in your life..?”