Name:Aa'hrim ( Ah-Rim )
Age: Adolescent young blood
Pet: Meta Pterodactyl* ( More to come on this guy)

Bio: Child of Aa'bahomi (Ah-bay-oh-me) who is a female huntress of  Fiji-Fujii 's Ira'toh Clan. His mother is a great huntress, not particularly high ranking but she has always done well by her matriarch. As a young blood, she grew up with the other female huntresses of the clan and has worked hard to earn her rank among them. Being that the Ira'toh clan has some amazing and esteemed hunters and huntresses in it, she isnt exactly a high ranking female but does well for herself and her family. She has always been strong and pious. She comes off as slightly willful, but always minds her tongue and is careful of her actions.

Aa'hrim was born as one of the youngest of his clutch, and has several older and young brothers and sisters. His father is uknown, since Aa'bahomi has had her pick of the hunters in their clan as well as some of the off worlders that the Ira are allied with. His skin coloring is a bit starker than most, but many others in their clan have bright or colorful patterns. So he isnt seen as a freak, more or less as an ugly duckling. Females tend to steer clear of him simply because he can be somewhat annoying. He enjoys causing trouble. Many times has he earned a beating by several of the females of his clan from sneaking into their temple and playing tricks on them. Though he does cause some issues, most in his clan see him more as an irritation than as a threat.

He is extremely good friends with most of the young bloods his age, but is closest to Baatu. He was actually with the other young male when he first found his life long companion Ma'ha'rut, the meta pterodactyl. The boy were on a hunt when they found a few nests and decided to gather some of the eggs for lunch. Little did they know how close the eggs actually were to hatching. There were several eggs that were small and seemed like they were already dead. Which, in that case, they would normally have thrown them away since there was no point cooking and eating something rotten. But Aa'hrim felt sort of drawn to one of the small discolored eggs. He kept it in his pack, all the while Baatu was complaining about how he would smell of rotten egg if it broke. He keep the tiny thing warm and safe, and by the time the pair had gotten home and went to their separate dwellings, Rim could hear peeping in his bag. When he opened it, there was a featherless ball of skin and beak. The tiny creature was diminutive, but Rim had a feeling that the little dino could be strong if he was encouraged and nourished. So thats what he did. For weeks he took care of the thing. He fed it, kept it warm, and eventually when it was large enough, he helped it learn to fly. He made a connection with the creature, and since then they two have been inseparable.

Now, Mah is his trusted hunting companion, and helps Rim to locate pray during hunts as well as warn him that others are nearby when hes playing a prank.