Name: Roar Out Gender: Male Arrived On: 08 January 2013 Posts In: Darkolivegreen Personality: Despite his name, Roar rarely speaks. He will answer if prompted but will rarely volunteer his thoughts. He's practical and grounded and while not cheerful and bubbly, he's open to forming bonds with others. Naming Origin: He had been separated from his herd not too long ago. Tracking them down, he knew if he moved fast enough he would be able to catch up to them. But as he was about to be reunited with the group, he caught scent of predators. Rather than waiting for his eyes to confirm was his nose knew, he roared out a warning, alerting his herd of the unseen dangers. While this didn't completely deter the predators from attacking, without the element of surprise, the totoma managed to fend them off with minimal casualties.
Name: That Fine Line Gender: Female Arrived On: 24 January 2013 Posts In: Bold Tan Personality: Flirty, friendly, knows little about boundaries Naming Dream:That Fine Line
Name: Regret Nothing Gender: Male Arrived On: 02 February 2013 Posts In: Rosybrown Personality: Reckless and excitable, eager to go on adventures no matter the danger Naming Dream:Regret Nothing
Name: Eyes Up Here Gender: Female Arrived On: 18 February 2013 Posts In: Mediumseagreen Personality: Intense, observant, sensitive Naming Dream:Eyes Up Here
Name: Phantom Blood Gender: Male Arrived On: 07 March 2013 Posts In: Slategray Personality: Secretive, nomadic, leaves without a trace Naming Dream: TBA
Name: Battle Tendencies Nickname: Brute Gender: Female Arrived On: 07 March 2013 Posts In: Indigo Personality: Determined, aggressive, prone to physical or verbal violence. Brute is the sort who believes she cannot be true friends with anyone she hasn't drawn blood from or whom hasn't drawn blood from her. In these formal sort of duels, Brute restrains her more blood-thirsty nature, only going hard enough to win, not necessarily kill because even she recognizes how pointless such a battle would be. Naming Origin: Battle Tendencies was never one to shirk away from a confrontation, but neither were most totomas. It was her utter refusal to ever give in or give up no matter how the odds were stacked against her that proved she was a survivor. She may have neither horn nor spikes, but that won't stop her from being one of the first to jump into the fray. She had a tendency to always be in the front lines, taking the brunt of a predator's attack and dappling her coat with blood in the process. She would always say she'd never felt more alive than when she was in the heat of battle (or a ferocious vocal arguments against a herd-mate). Tribe:The Friends Position: Mobile Unit