Name: Aiyanna Keezheekoni (Ever blooming, burning fire)
Species/Ethnicity: White Tiger/Wolf
Height/Weight: 7'5, 250lb
Occupation: Tribal Huntswoman
Possessions: Not many possessions. Maybe a week worth of water and food and regular old shotgun that is slung on her back. Has a strong spear that she always has in her hand along with her tribal necklace and tiara.
Current Residence: She lives in a remote abandoned small town with the rest of her tribe. Though she prepares to make her pilgrimage into being a warrior and wander the wastelands.
Physical Appearance: Most in the picture above, tribal rags, her fur protecting most of her, with blue eyes,. Has very fluffy fur, a muscular build.
Clothes: Brown dirty rags to cover the chest and waist.
Strengths: Powerful, fast, a amazing survivor and hunter, a upfront close and personal fighter. Best not to let her get to close. A master at using her spear, skilled with her fists and is skilled with a bow and arrow.
Weaknesses: Her white fur makes her stand out in a lot of places in the wasteland, making it hard to sneak up on a enemy. She more or less, has little knowledge on how to use a gun, despite having one, making her have a disadvantage in a range battle. Her brute honesty often gets her into trouble as well.
Family/Friends: Her tribe is her family. Her parents died of tainted water and food, but she keeps going for the tribe. She had a younger sister named Ominotago Ayasha (beautiful voice, little one) who went early on her pilgrimage into adulthood and had never returned.
Bio/History: I live my life with my tribe, for my tribe and for the damaged spirits that rest in the earth. Those who arm themselves with hate and death do not and will not understand my meaning. Since I was born, I had learned the ways of my tribe, the ways to fight, and the ways of the spirits.
Though I do not know what has happened before to cause the land's heart to break, I know the spirits of this earth is recovering. Such foolish people can not make them bend, cannot make them kneel like they so wish. Even now, the spirits have started to show their life in green, the warm glow above to keep the devil of cold a bay, and the moon's soft glow to shine away the walls of darkness.
We believe that it is our responsibility to respect these spirits, for we need their gifts of life. Those who carry the death of man have come from time to time. Some wish to fight, and we fight. Though we are not foolish, we know those tainted by the spirit of greed. We use our numbers and surprise attacks to finish those who dare come upon our land.
Yet those who offer peace, we make trade. Many wish for our resources that we have been gifted by the spirits, and they offer the death of man to us, as well as clothes. We take what might be of use, even I obtained a death of man. It is a powerful one, one to show that I am a warrior and it fits. I mostly did it because this outsider was so hungry, that I felt sorry for them. I earned other trophies, like my tiara. To earn such trades we wish, every individual must obtain a worthy item to exchange.
I went and hunted some rabbits for my trade. I even caught a boar for my death of man, they ate well that night.
But, my culture is too confusing for those who listen to this, if they care.
Now more importantly, a tribesman is allowed to go on a pilgrimage at any age to become a full grown adult. A warrior called Geronimo and are considered the most respected of the tribe. It is no requirement, but those who succeed earn respect and honor. Individuals must travel on their own, through the land to find something of great value, something unknown to the tribe but useful.
My little sister left at fifteen, she wanted to prove herself that she did not live amongst my shadow... And she has not returned. I had not went on my journey, for I wished to take care of my sister but now... I believe I will begin my journey.
Both for my tribe, and for my little sister.