[Penultima]

Unlike many adoptables, this species isn't a "quick adopt, get a whole bunch" kind. Each one is unique and special. Each has it's own story, history, and future. You, as a potential owner, will not only adopt it, but actually own it.

You can try out for multiple dinos, but you cannot own more that 1 untrained one at once.
Keep in mind--Tribesman and women wear armor or leather garments, not casual clothes like hoodies or jeans.
They also do not have very modern-like objects, like glasses, hats, swords, etc


This Bernikesaur appears very angry about something! Maybe it has something to do with that broken chain trailing from his leg....

Is this the one for you? Are you up for his capture?


Captured by: Korona Knight
Dino: Idolum
Rider: Kora
Tribe: Mat'huen
Training: Basic, level 1

[BrightstarofThunder]

this looks really good!

[Sullivan Maurus]

: Your Username :
Amxen no.XV

: Dino's Name :
Gōsuto
"Ghost" in Japanese.

: Your Rider's Name :
Amxen Falark

: Your Rider's Tribe :
Mat'huen

: How Do You Plan To Train This Dino :
I plan on train him with the art of writing,not drawing.Im a fair person,and dont do art to get things I want.

: First Impression :
"When I first saw this creature,I was filled with a sence of anger.He stared at me from beyond the burn forest with red eyes as hot and angery as embers.He looks as though he is millions of years old.I feared to get close to him,for his eyes warned of imence anger and power.I inched closer to him.I watched him just as closely as he watched me.I was ten feet away and he looked as though he was about to attack.With his anger there was also a heavy sadness about him.He roared at me.The roar was loud and shrill,loud enouth to make people miles away deaf.He wanted to attack me,but I could tell something was holding him back.Then,I saw it.A chain around his leg.It was broken,yet he still felt bound to that spot.I inched closer,but he didnt want me any closer.His mouth hung open,showing all his teeth.When I was right infront of him,he loward his head and roared again,but softer this time.I still felt that strong anger coming off of him.He still stared at me with his beady red eyes.The stare was filling me with fear and dread."

[eleutheromania]

Your Username: N i g h t s t a r
Dino's name: Vasari
Your Rider's Name: Khaleesi

--A young seventeen year old girl who is rather stubborn at heart. She is active but laid back all the same and enjoys going out to explore and find new things that could help her in the long run.
Khaleesi is of average height a few inches over five feet. She has white blonde hair that falls down to her shoulders and usually braided in a crown like design at the top before it falls loosely into a fish tail braid. She is fair skinned and a dark person, meaning she does not wear many colorful garments and is usually found in dark shades of color.
-Her dream is to own a Dino of her own that would challenge her with its attitude. You could say that Khaleesi wants a Dino that will be aggressive in the beginning and become protective of her in the end. She believes that training such a majestic animal should be both fun but most of all a challenge to its rider. Her ideas of training a Dino would come in handle and depending on the personality of her Dino and its aggression level, her plans will adapt to her Dino.

Your Rider's Tribe: Mat'iri
How do you plan to train this dino? I plan to train this Dino mostly in witting but also some art here and there.

First Impression:

"The Dino's white gray coloring with its black markings intrigued me. The sight of the broken chain seemed to alarm me the most. That poor animal had something to be mad about, I would too. Below the surface of that angry composure, I saw a prideful animal, not a beast. It seemed to be hurt, though I know I could heal such a wound with time. He spotted my figure and gave a ear ringing call in my direction for fair warning. It didnt stop me, I was drawn towards those red eyes, not backing away of finding myself overwhelmed with fear. Instead I felt the sorrow behind his anger and fed off of that, knowing that this Dino had a interesting story behind it.

[Dragonfire13]

Your Username: Dragonfire13
Dino's name: Ghost
Your Rider's Name: Oro
Your Rider's Tribe: Mat'huen
How do you plan to train this dino? I plan to train him in writing and maybe art to.
When do I first see him?
It was a foggy say that I first saw Ghost it was a little bit after I heard his roar. It was so loud and full of anger I had to find him, to see what was going on. His red eyes seemed to look into everything as he looked around. His white skin made him look like a ghost, as he came out of the fog. He didn't even notice me at first which I was thankful for. The chain on his leg helped even more to show he was a ghost, as he slowly walked forward the chain rattled with every step. Why does he seem to be in so much pain? I ask myself as I watch him, before finally starting to inch my way to him, I left through before getting to close to him. I want him to get use to my presence for before I come out is all I tell myself, and can't wait for the day he trust me, and I can maybe get that chain off him, then find out his past.

[Northstar.]

I won't be able to finish so I'm withdrawing. Good luck everyone!

[Sakhmet]

Your Username: Sakhmet
Dino's name: Echo
Your Rider's Name: Nirra
Your Rider's Tribe: Mat'huen
How do you plan to train this dino?: Will probably do mostly writing, but will try to have at least one piece of art.
First Impression: The first thing I saw was the awful chain around his ankle. Its' harsh features and crude design showed me that whoever had previously bound him, either didn't view him the way one should (with high respect), or had absolutely no idea what they were doing, either way didn't they didn't treat him well. From the way he carried himself, I could tell something had hurt him and scarred him, yet he despite whatever may have happened, he was still a proud and powerful beast, not to mention smart. I was brave enough to look into his piercing eyes and as he looked back, I could see his eyes searching me, reading me. Every move I made he would repeat a beat behind me (nothing fancy like raising hands or jumping, more like shift left, shift right) And as we continued, never losing eye contact, something just clicked, and his eyes grew softer, and where there used to be anger, I saw pain and loneliness. Where there used to be a mask of rage, now stood a mask of fear.

[AirAngel]

Your Username: AirAngel x3
Dino's name: Ferratus, though Cassandra will sometimes call him Skeletor for fun. Ferratus means "chains" in Latin.

Ferratus has always been a deathly looking beast. Even as a youngling, he's been the inspiration, the very meaning of fright to all who has seen him. The clanking of the chain around his leg in the darkness has been known to give people a heart attack from terror. Even the bravest will at the very least faint at the sight of him. His chain is a mystery, and nobody knows where it came from, except for Ferratus... but he's not talking. Not that he can, anyways.

Your Rider's Name: Cassandra

Cassandra is a trusting, but mysterious, 14-year-old girl with rich red-tinted brown, curly hair. Her eyes are rather frightening to others- in the shadows, they are a forbidding black. Anywhere else, they are the color of the night- a dark, dark blue. With her black clothes, she can easily hide in the darkness, making her an excellent stealth attacker on foot. On a dinosaur, where she can't leap from the shadows like an assassin, she makes good use of her mount's speed and agility. At her home, in the caves, she tends to startle her people consistently by "appearing out of nowhere", and when they shun her for it, she argues, "It wasn't me being stealthy! It was you being blind!" This statement never endears her to her tribe, and she is rejected even more. Through this, she continues to remain trusting, and she falls hard when her "friends" abandon her. Cassandra is the most trustworthy person you could ever meet, and her undying loyalty makes her an excellent friend, if only someone would accept her for simply not being able to help moving so stealthily by default.
Her mother, Hana, is the greatest healer in the Mat'huen, and she uses her own home as her clinic. Unfortunately for Cassandra, she is unbearably squeamish with blood, broken bones, hacking people... in a medical way. On the battlefield, she has no such qualms. Her father is a politician/battle leader, so Cassandra, if she manages to catch this deathly beast, will follow her father into battle.

Your Rider's Tribe: Mat'huen, naturally... how else would Cassandra know the shadows so well?
How do you plan to train this dino? I think that I'm going to go for actually drawing this time. I would love to draw this fellow.

Cassandra's First Impression (If my form gets chosen, this will be the beginning of the First Touch x3)

Cassandra ran through the tunnels, blinded with tears. A girl, younger than her, had been brought to her mother, weeping in pain. She was shaking and quivering on the table as Hana tried to help her. Then her mother said that the pain was from the inside, and she couldn't help her. Five minutes later, the girl died... A girl younger than her! Why did death come to the young and innocent? Cassandra thought in anguish. She ran into a smaller cavern, lit by glowworms on the ceiling. They're so beautiful... I wish that girl had gotten to see them, she thought miserably. It was so unfair, she wanted to scream. A huge, impossibly loud sound resonated around her. For a moment, Cassandra thought that she had screamed. Then the sound repeated itself, with the vague rustling of iron scraping the ground. What is that noise...? Cassandra wondered, hearing that scraping sound echoing through the caves. Surely it's not...him. She gulped. The walking skeleton? Oh, gods... the one with... the chain? He's cursed, isn't he?! She thought in a panic. She leaped to the edge of the cavern, hugging the darkest corner and freezing. She listened to the sound of the scraping metal, tears of fear stinging her eyes. What if I don't make it back? she whispered. Cassandra waited, waited for eternity. The scraping started to dim, and she began to relax. She moved out of the corner... and an earsplitting roar shattered the sweet silence. Cassandra saw a glimpse of white and black, and then her vision dimmed and she fell to the ground, unconscious.

[Doglover37]

Your Username: Doglover37
Dino's name: Thanatos. In Greek mythology, Thanatos (Ancient Greek: Thánatos, "Death," "to die, be dying") was the daemon personification of death.
Thanatos has always been misunderstood. His dark looks have always made him an outcast to others. Anger fills his mind and revenge is what drives him now. He wants justice for the injustice done to him.
Your Rider's Name: Bellona

[ The Basics ]

Character Name: Bellona (Bay-lon-nah). Derived from the Latin bellare meaning "to fight". This was the name of the Roman goddess of war, a companion of Mars.
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Tribe: Mat'huen
[ The Inside ]
Personality: Bellona is fighter not a lover. She has never been the sit down and talk kind of girl, rather the opposite. She is a semi-outgoing person who loves the outdoors and playing rough. She has trouble showing her emotions and sometimes make her sort of an outcast of her own. She often feels chained in her mind true to her troubled past. She fears never being able to face her fear of Bernikesuruses. Her face hides a thousand scars someone once told her. Beyond anything, Bellona's true self is fierce and won't give up when things are tough.
Family: Her father is a great warrior, and her mother a simple village girl. She has 4 brothers all older than she.
History: Bellona has always been a fighter growing up in a family of 4 older brothers. Her childhood was full of running, wrestling, and learning to handle weapons. Around the age of seven, she was attacked by a rogue Bernikesaurus and became a completely different person. When she once was outgoing and brave, she became quite skittish and nervous. She has been gaining back her courage slowly and is now trying to find herself again in her trial to become part of the tribe. She has felt a true connection with Thanatos and will fight her fears and, try to help him face his.
Likes: Fighting, Dirt, Wrestling, Nature, Being in the Sun,
Dislikes: Being scared, dresses, gossip
[ The Outside ]
Physical Appearance: Bellona is your typical rugged, outdoorsy 15 year old. She is tall, around 5'9', and has a leanly muscular body type. Her skin is tan, and always has been with the amount of time she spends outdoors. Her hair is a strange shade of deep gold with with blacker strands at the roots. Her hair falls mid-back and is naturally wavy. It always gets in her eyes when it is down, so it is normal plaited and laid to the side of her neck. She has dark blue eyes with a ring of light silver around the pupil. She has several scars, and she walks with a slight almost invisible limp. The most noticeable being a slight silver scar on the top of her left cheek.
Strengths: She has lots of stamina and is able to run long distances over the rugged train surrounding the caves of her tribe.

Your Rider's Tribe: Mat'huen would be his home. This boy is a mysterious, sneaky entity. The Mat'huen tribe is his natural fit.
First Impression:
" The wind creaked and moaned through the cold, drafty cave. The shadows seemed to flicker and dance against the moist, luminescent walls. A slight *clack* and scrape resounded through the cave. Bellona noiselessly shifted and stood from her haven behind a tall, dark rock. She quietly and stealthily began to creep forward towards the sound. The sound became louder and louder as she moved deeper and deeper into the cave. Suddenly, a painful, earsplitting roar rang out through the cave, making Bellona immediately freeze. She dared not to move as warm, moist breath tickled her scalp. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, she lifted her head with eyes squeezed tight and held breath. A warm muzzle brushed her nose in a soft caress and she began to slowly open her eyes...."
How do you plan to train this dino?: I am not horrible at art but my writing skills far exceed my artistic abilities. I will most likely do all training in the writing option. Plus, this guy has got so many ideas running through my head already.

[maximum entropy]

Aguimarine
Just call me Agu or Marine. I prefer Agu, though, it's shorter :) However, you may come up with your own nickname.

Argento
It's meaning is "silver". I think his name fits him because he is of a silver color, but as well, he seems to be a very strong dino, and that means he will be precious to his rider, and silver is precious.

Sonia
Sonia is a variant of Sophia (Greek) and it means wisdom. She seems to fit her name very well.

She is a medium height person, standing at five foot six (1.6764 in meters.) She has long, lower back length, raven black hair that's often in a braid, and rarely loose, just because it's easier for her to move like that. In the sun, she'll get red highlights, so her hair will look a bit more red in the summer rather than in the winter, as well, it's much more shiny in the winter rather than in the summer. Her eyes are a soft brown, that look almost edible, like chocolate. They sparkle, even when not in the sun, because she laughs easily. A smile comes naturally to her face. She has tan skin (like if she were half Caucasian, half Indian,) as well as delicate facial features. In short, she is a very pretty young woman. She tends to dress in different shades of blue, it being the color of her tribe.

Sonia fits her name quite well. She is a wise person, and often will take the road that is less used, but probably better to take. She doesn't get angry easily, but if she does get angry, duck for cover, because she has a huge temper when lighted. She gets annoyed pretty easily, but knows to have patience when needed. She's vaguely tomboyish, and loves to talk, and talk, and talk. She often rambles about the most random things. She supports causes she thinks are good, and will do her best to shoot down the 'evil causes'. She's however a very sensible and mostly mature person. She doesn't get frightened easily, and will complete anything to prove she is not afraid.

Mat'era

Through writing.
I am a writer, not an artist. I prefer the pen to a paintbrush, and I feel I can express things better in writing rather than in a drawing. It is up to people who read my writing to determine how they will interpret it, and to decide if they like it, or dislike it.

Surprise, a determination to help, and sudden love.
"Oh my goodness. He's different, I feel it in my bones. His red eyes glitter in the sun. But he does not scare me. However, the fact that he has an old chain trailing around his leg makes me feel pity, and a feeling that I must help him. I wonder what caused that. Maybe another human being. I just have to get him safe, so that he can learn to trust a person again. I just hope that I actually can help him..."