The oriental feline padded up to the border of the Typhoon, ears drawn back to her skull. The calico feline was known as Olivier Mira Armstrong, and came from a family of five. Olivier, or Olivia if some prefer, was the oldest one of her siblings. Olivier and her siblings lived far from this land, and were raised by two loving parents. Her parents held a lot of pride for their children- their amount of pride has been apart of their family for generations to come. Olivier was proud to call herself an Armstrong, but it was time for her to move on.

So, the calico cat left her home, leaving her parents and siblings behind. She wasn't sure when she would come back home to visit, but she certainly will. She wasn't about to abandon them all the together, but she has to make her own mark in this world.

The female came to a stop at the Typhoon border, ears drawn back to her skull. Olivier had a look that could kill; there was a harsh gleam in her eyes. Olivier was a force to be reckoned with; while she might look small, others should not try to mess with her. For the past year she has been living on her own, she encountered many dangers. It made her stronger and helped her build character. Her left ear, torn up in several places; and her right shoulder- there is a scar that runs down it. These scars are like trophies- they prove that she survived and must continue forward. Survival of the fittest after all, only the strong survive.

In her traveling, Olivier heard about the Typhoon. She heard how it was a group of pirates, and how it wasn't a group for the faint of heart. She firmly believed she can find her place here, and she will make her presence known. Sniffing the air, the female realized that Typhoon members are nearby. Good; just what she wanted.

"I am Olivier Mira Armstrong!" The calico cat called out with a harsh, commanding tone, making sure people can hear her, even if they are miles out. "I heard about your group known as the Typhoon! I am here to join you!"

Surely, the topic of family is different for everyone. Everyone has their entirely different experiences on the matter, so of course while one might have a close bond to their family, the other might have no ties to theirs whatsoever. In Olivier's family, that sense of pride her parents held went down to her and her siblings. Olivier was proud to call herself an Armstrong, even if she isn't currently with them. She can make the Armstrong family name become famous far and wide, have it live on for generations and generations after her time. As she waited at the border, her lime green eyes landed onto the first Typhoon member who decided to show up. Cronas.

She rose an invisible eyebrow at the feline, taking a note on their speech. How peculiar, she hasn't heard anyone speak the way Cronas does before. She couldn't help it but wonder how the feline managed to pick up that way of speech, and how it managed to stick. Olivier spoke in first person, and everyone she knew spoke in first as well. Surely this group doesn't all speak in third person, now does it? Her ears pricked up at the sound of more voices, but they spoke like her. So, it's just Cronas that speaks this way. Strange, Olivier certainly isn't a fan of it. It makes Cronas sound dumb in her opinion, considering he didn't process the way he speaks gives his identity away. Nose scrunching up, the harsh feline meowed, "Why are you speaking in third person? That is not the correct way to speak, and sounds quite primitive."

Olivier turned her gaze over to the next Typhoon member, which was Roxanne. Olivier kept her gaze locked on the winged siamese cat for a few moments, her tail slowly swishing behind her. How interesting, this member has a pair of wings. The wings are big and advanced enough that they can even take Roxanne off of the around. Quite impressive, if you ask Olivier. Surely Olivier would have thought they were flightless, if Roxanne entered by normally walking. Those pair of wings must be some advantage, the feline could only imagine what it's like to have those. "Impressive wings you got there, Roxanne," The ice queen said with a firm nod of her head, before tearing her gaze off of her.

The calico oriental looked over to Caesar next, gaze locking on him for a moment. A Savannah cat- so far it seems like this group is made up of felines. Olivier hasn't seen a canine yet, but she's sure there will be some that she'll meet later. In the past year Olivier has been traveling, she's met people who belonged to several species. What caught her attention with this one is that Caesar is a Striker- that must be some sort of rank. She wasn't sure how high it was though, but nonetheless, it's still a title. A title that one should be proud of, surely. She gave a nod at the welcome, her tail swishing behind her. "Thank you for the welcomes," She replied, keeping it short and sweet. Her lime green eyes looked at all three of them, focusing her attention onto all of them at once.

"Now, tell me where your camp is located."