Cree was pretty young when she lost both her parents to the Ra'kari wolves. Being an orphan she kept mostly to herself within the shadows up in the higher cliffs where the wolves would never find her. Thinking in youth how her wings were a menace she soon found out just how useful they'd be as she grew older as well as her horns could be weapons. Within her solitary refuge Cree began finding artistic abilities with her hooves drawing strange symbols all over the cave walls like protectors. Here during those long years after the war did she particularly feel safe.
Now after the great war had seized time she ventured down to the jungle rejoining with the others. Still keeping to herself most of the time Cree will still draw her symbols religiously around the tribe in an effort to keep the bad spirits at bay.
Trivia
Cree was named in the traditional Halloween spirit. Beginning as "Creepy" her name was shortened to "Cree" drawing out the eeeee sound. Using creativity to quell fear Cree religiously draws symbols on trees and rocks to keep the bad dreams away for the tribe
Name: Braa'nch Colorist: Mindsend Code Number: [A-14] Breed: Mutant Goat Generation: 1st Biological Sex: ♀ Gender & Pronouns: Female | She, Her & Hers Orientation: Straight Post Color: Date of Discovery: March 31st, 2015 (October 19th, 2016) Parents: N/A Littermates: N/A
About BRaa'nch is a rather happy go lucky girl, even with her rather unusual tendencies. She enjoys gathering up any herbs and flowers she can find and just sprinkling them on others. It's not that she actually thinks it does anything in particular, she just enjoys doing it and seeing the confused faces of her fellow tribe mates! It's silly, but they don't all have to be serious in her mind. When she isn't busy sprinkling those on others, she does enjoy watching others tend to the farms. Though they haven't been able to do too terribly much with them yet, she certainly finds the prospect interesting enough! She hopes that one day she might be able to do some of it on her own. Having her own little farm would certainly be entertaining! She can be a downer when she doesn't get what she really wants. It can make it hard for those around her. Sulking can last from a few hours to a few weeks depending on what it is too. This can include ignoring the people who took the thing or withheld it from her too. She doesn't get angry though. Never does this little goat raise her voice! And she plans to keep it that way too!
Trivia
Her name is Brach! But *very* goat sounding! Sometimes she thinks that others are talking about her ears... Which, as big as they are, she doesn't think help her hear any better. Even with them standing up.
RP Wishlist
Friends! Others that she can just talk to. Rival? It would be fun if another with horns perhaps thought they needed to prove who was tougher! Anything with the ones she was with from the war.
Name: Nana Shigo Colorist: Mindsend Code Number: [A13] Breed: Mutant (Sheep) Goat Generation: 1st Biological Sex: ♂ Gender & Pronouns: Male (He/She) Orientation: Mostly straight Post Color: #E66C2C Date of Discovery: 3/31/15 Parents: N/A Littermates: N/A
About
Trivia
Nana, nana, nana, Sheep goat, Sheep goat - X Nana Shigo is pronounced Naah-Naah Shee-Goh Often times Shigo is mistaken for a girl, being fluffy and sweet looking. Over the years he's come to except this and isn't offended by people using the wrong pronoun.
About Huang revels in her dual nature. On one hand, she loves her femininity and spends much of her free time preening her feathers and making sure her coat is clean. Her wings are her pride and joy and she loves spreading them out for all to see. She can be fussy at times about her appearance, and as a result, comes off as high maintenance and shallow to those who do not know her.
On the other hand, she can be the fiercest, dirtiest fighter that any goat ever did see. When the time comes, Huang has no compulsion against stomping through the mud and beating the s**t out of anyone who threatens her and her own. There are no rules to her brawling except coming out on top. She will curse up a storm as she grounds someone's head into the mud and then the next hour will be systemically cleaning out the blood from her wings, tittering about a feather being bent out of place.
Her time in the jungle in their small party of ten had changed her, tipping the scales of her carefully balanced and maintained personality to an unhealthy extreme.
Trivia
She delights in going against stereotypes. While she knows most stranger might find her prissy and shallow, she takes glee in disabusing them of that notion. Often by fighting. She has a horrible temper that she works on keeping under wraps to varying degrees of success.
