Once upon a time, Torpor did some things she was ashamed of. Deeply ashamed of. Her history is as dark as it is violent, and as violent as it is depressing. She is fortunate enough, however, to have been able to see herself from a different light - and realized that she was going about things all wrong. Torpor snuck away from her raiding party early one morning and never looked back, dedicating herself to protecting the very tokotas she used to prey upon. Torpor lacks manners, can be a little abrasive, and is stubborn as an ox, but she is genuine and good-hearted. She tries with all of her soul to treat others with dignity and respect, but it takes some learning. She is very secretive and would like to bury her past. Bones ache at night from hard use.