Wander is world-weary despite his age. He sees himself as doomed and cursed, forever drawn to obelisks.
While most times he trudges on, he's prone to bouts of hopelessness and mourning for the life he could have
had. He often bears his burden in silence, as it is his and not others'
Name origin: Like so many other Totoma around the mountain obelisk, he was cursed. It called to him whether he wanted to hear or not. His presence was demanded lest he was punished by the stones themselves. Even when the broken thing became whole again, he and his kin found in despair that their calling continued. All of the spires were capable of tapping into their minds, insisting they make a constant journey or face their wrath. As such, he was Born-to-Wander with the rest of them
Name Origin: She was two colors. It was that simple. There was the empty white of the snow and the dull, dark grey of the rock. And yet...she could never quite blend in with either. Her dark parts would stick out like a sore hoof amongst the ice while her pale fur would look like a flurry of snowflakes had gotten themselves lost on the stone outcroppings. She grew to be a sturdy Totoma as the rest of them. She had to, as she was between bleaknesses
Ruin was born into the Mothborn. He has occasional airheaded tendencies compared to the more stoic of the tribe. What he lacks in concentration, he makes up for in passion. He is completely obsessed with Lifelings and takes the whole process surrounding them incredibly seriously
Relation with Life and Death: It wouldn't be proper to say he was uncomfortable with Death. Just Life seemed to suit him better. He wanted to be one who worked closely with the Lifelings in whatever way he was allowed. Perhaps he got a bit...wrapped up in the concept of renewal, put too much heart into the thought of bearing Life anew. Lifelings and foals weren't ascended, after all. Based on his passion, one might believe otherwise
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Name Origin: He had always been one to collect rocks. For a while, this was just a strange habit. Then, he discovered that scraping certain rocks across stone could produce a streak of color unlike what one might get from painting with mushed berries or flowers. He became fascinated by this and went on a great search for additional colors in his limited palette. In his quest, he became a fairly impressive artist from experimenting with his tools. As it was just powder, the nature of it was temporary. He became known for the vibrant, yet diluted murals he would construct, eye-catching even among judgmental Totoma. But it was all just color dust and would eventually wash away
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