Onil is considered an outcast by his people. Outcasted by his tribe. Instead of joining the Mangkwan like many expected, Onil decided to travel as a nomad. He doesn't care of they accept all outcast, they aren't for him. Traveling around isn't so bad. It's nice to see the beauties of Pandora. Ewya is truly so wonderful. Onil loves to see her creations as he traverses through the planet.

The sound of the rushing river and the crunching of leaves at the feet of the Tapirus is like music to Onil's ears. He loves the quiet calmness of the Pandoran swaps. A tribe is nearby, he knows that. They are a quiet bunch, he doesn't exactly remember their name. They are awfully non-threatening. Very accepting and gentle. Its a nice change, and their Tsahik is very nice to them.

Onil is flooded by small children and tribe members. The young outcast chuckles, greeting them all warmly. They do not treat him like an outcast, it's refreshing.