.・゜゜・ 𝕊𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠 ・゜゜・． ✦ 💢 ✦ (EVIL AND PERIOD)

Shrimpo never sleeps more than three hours at a time because his own anger wakes him up in the middle of the night, screaming and kicking everything nearby. He has a secret habit: when he's alone, he looks in the mirror and practices his scariest faces to "look more convincing." Sometimes he spends hours doing this, fuming at his reflection for not being scary enough. Shrimpo collects broken things, keeping them in a box under his bed and calling them "trophies of victory." The box contains a broken pen, a cracked plate, a torn button, and half a comb. He plays with them when he wants to calm down, but it only makes him angrier because he remembers breaking them. Shrimpo has never said "thank you" in his life, and he's proud of it. He considers gratitude a humiliation, but once, when no one was looking, he nodded to the tree that kept him from falling, and he still hates that tree for making him nod. Shrimpo never washes his paws because dirt makes him look "cool." He deliberately touches dirty surfaces to get more dirt on his claws, and when someone notices, he yells, "THIS IS MY STYLE." Shrimpo can only count to ten because beyond that, he gets angry and loses count. He knows this, so he only counts all his victories up to ten; he calls everything else "A LOT." Shrimpo has a habit of punching the wall every time he enters a room. He's already punched three holes in his room and covered them with a bandage that says "DO NOT TOUCH." The bandage isn't holding up well and the holes are visible, but Shrimpo says, "IT'S DECOR." Shrimpo once tried to make a friend by bringing home a branch and calling it "CROOKED," talking to it for three days, and then breaking it because it "STARED TOO MUCH." Shrimpo is afraid of the dark, but he'll never admit it, so he always leaves the hallway light on, and when someone asks, he yells, "SO I CAN SEE EVERYONE WHEN THEY COME." Shrimpo knows no one likes him.

Shrimpo is a blunt, short-tempered Tung who is relentlessly angry, professes hatred for everything he sees, hears, or does, shouts all his dialogue in capital letters, verbally bullies others, and shows no willingness to change for the better. He's an evil shrimp who causes trouble, makes a mess, and never learns his lesson; no one likes a bully. Shrimpo is always angry—it's his default state: he wakes up angry, eats angry, sleeps angry, his vocal cords are constantly strained from screaming, he can't speak softly; even a whisper sounds like an aggressive hiss, and he considers screaming the only way to be heard, even though everyone can hear him and is tired of it. Shrimpo hates everything: the sun, the rain, silence, noise. He has a list of what he loves—it's empty, and he's proud of it. He believes love is for the weak, and if you love someone, you automatically lose. So he hates everyone smiling, hugging, and happy, especially Gub, because Gub hugs everyone and makes them happy, and Shrimpo considers this a crime against anger. Shrimpo never learns a lesson—he's been hit, punished, ignored, yelled at, nothing works, he does the same thing over and over again. He doesn't learn from his mistakes, believing he doesn't make mistakes, everyone else does, and he just reacts. If he breaks a window, the window is fragile; if he hits someone, they were standing nearby. Shrimpo verbally bullies others, comes up with offensive nicknames, ridicules their appearance, voice, gait, and manner of speech. He knows the words and uses them as a weapon, but if someone responds in kind, he explodes. He can't stand criticism, can insult for hours, but one word in response causes hysteria. He considers himself invulnerable, but is actually very sensitive, he just never shows it. Shrimpo loves to make a mess: he knocks over tables, throws things around, and breaks everything within reach, not because he wants to destroy, but because he doesn't know how else to express his emotions; his anger spills out through actions.

Shrimpo is a shrimp with an angry face, a white head with an orange shrimp-like tail at the back, ending in uropods with a white line on each, light pink cheeks under the eyes, all limbs with a gradient from light pink to orange, and a long red shirt with a white horizontal stripe near the edge. The white head has a slight grayish tint from constant tension and anger, and small wrinkles between the eyes from a perpetual frown appear on the surface of the head; these wrinkles no longer smooth out. A mean face with pronounced eyebrows hanging over the eyes, always drawn together, small and round eyes with red, constantly constricted pupils, the whites of which are bloodshot from endless screaming. Under the eyes are light pink cheeks, appearing like inflamed spots-rims from constant tension. The orange shrimp tail lies tightly against the back of the head and has several segments, the topmost one is larger than the others, tapering towards the bottom. Each segment has small serrations from fights. The uropods have white lines, but on the left uropod the line is broken in the middle - pinched by a door. The right uropod has a jagged edge from being used as a weapon. The tail constantly trembles in aggression, and pieces of paper and thread sometimes get stuck in the segments. The limbs have a gradient from light pink to orange with sharp transitions due to uneven shedding. The right arm has a light pink shoulder, the left one has a light pink forearm, making the asymmetry noticeable. Both arms have abrasions and scratches from fights. The left hand has a crescent-shaped scar from hitting a table, and a piece of the right elbow is missing—tore off in anger. The claws are sharp, black, and dirty, the longest one on the index finger of the right hand is used for threatening. The legs have a gradient, but the left one goes from dark orange at the bottom to pink at the top, while the right one is the opposite, which infuriates Shrimpo. The feet have small suction cups, some worn down, others clogged with dirt, the soles have a yellowish coating from stomping. A segment of the little toe on the right foot is missing—lost in a fight.