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I'm down to interact with flailboi too, if you're interested @CrabInATree

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@Crusader Lord
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So where would Chaska be dormed at?

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

@Azereiah I'd personally say we just make our way to the cafeteria for breakfast.

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Chaska

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A sound of moving water began to fill his mind, gentle at first, a mere trickle.

Chaska's bare feet pressed into the damp dirt as he grounded himself firmly where he stood, his bare torso emitting a soft fog from the heat of his skin and the cold of the air. He was standing by a small stream on a patch of dirt near it's banks, a place he had found nearly as soon as he had found his dorm. This place was sacred to him, a place he could meditate and extend his soul to the mni-nagi, a place to teach himself the will and ways of his element. In his home, among his people, he will be required to guide in the way of his icinupa nagi. To do such, he must mature and grow in his understanding of water, of the tunkasila.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and pushed the balls of his feet deeper into the wet soil, feeling the cold water flowing before him throughout his form. As he focused, his body lowered to a crouch and his hands submerged into the icy stream. For a few moments he shivered, but as he relaxed he felt the cold become comfortable and spread over his body.

The trickle began to grow, the sound of running water echoing throughout his mind.

He began to feel the movement of the water, feeling the places it could flow, and where it could not. He lowered his head, and the ends of his long raven-black hair tickled the surface of the water, and he felt the contact within himself. Focusing on that sensation, he began to push his spirit outward, feeling the bottom of the stream, mapping it's textures and feeling it's obtrusions in the form of rocks and dust. He felt himself being pulled down, and allowed his spirit to flow with the water, experiencing each turn and drop as the stream grew and grew. He felt himself moving faster and faster still, as the speed of his soul increased so did his mass, the conjoining of streams was making him larger and larger.

The sound grew steadily, and soon their was a roar within him.

He was moving at dizzying speeds, but he forced himself to remain grounded and focused. He knew from his times before what was coming, a great fall of water that had always disconnected him from the water he longed to connect with in his soul. He felt a rising in his stomach, the nausea of such wild movement sickening him to his core. The vertigo had always become unbearable at this point, some of the earlier attempts had even caused him to fall into the stream before him. His fingers dug into the dirt of the stream, and as he pushed himself further and further streams of water began to flow up his arms, and their was water spreading across his exposed chest in individual lines. Dozens of them traveled across his form, and the streams soon began to crawl up his hair as well.

As the water began to cover his physical form, he felt the point at which he had always failed arrive, and with an audible groan, he felt his spirit fly from the edge of the mountain, collapsing into the pool of water hundreds of feet below.

The Sound was silent, and he could hear it throughout his entire being.

The individual streams of water traveling across his body broke apart as he pulled his hands from the water, and soon he was dripping wet from his head to his toes. Luckily, he had learned a long time ago to wear nothing but a pair of dark grey shorts when he meditated. Standing up, he rinsed his muddy feet in the water, and walked from the dirt patch to a nearby cluster of rocks; upon which he had placed a single towel and his regular clothing.

Being sure to check his surroundings and guarantee there were no wandering eyes, he pulled off his damp shorts and picked up the towel, drying first his hair and then his naked form. After drying his torso and extremities, he clothed himself with a pair of dark blue-jeans and a simple black t-shirt. He had been lucky with these jeans, finding a pair that fit him this well at the goodwill on his reservation was a rarity, especially in such fair condition. He then sat upon the rocks and dried his feet, ignoring the slight dampness at his knees by the contact of wet feet and denim. After they were dried, he pulled on a pair of simple black socks and dark brown boots; some sort of generic timberland he had been given before leaving for the Academy by one of the Elders.

After tying the laces of his boots, he pulled on the light Jacket he had brought as well, a simple thing with, in Chaska's opinion, beautiful blue hues. Reaching into the right pocket, he pulled out a soft-pack of unfiltered cigarettes, something his mother had promised to mail him in secret abundance. Smoking tobacco was a way of life for the Lakota long before the Europeans had come and wrapped it in paper, but one must admit it was far more convenient then a pipe. Removing a cigarette from the white pack, he placed it in his mouth and lit it with a lighter he produced from his jeans.

Taking a deep puff, he continued to towel down his hair, attempting to get it as dry as possible. He held the cigarette in his mouth as he rung the towel out with a quiet curse a few feet outstretched from him. His hair was still relatively damp as he dropped the cigarette to the dirt and ground it into the soil it had once grown from. Blowing out the final puff of smoke he had inhaled, he threw the towel over his shoulder and made his way back to the dorms as the morning light cast shadows behind the trees he walked through.

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@Zelosse
I actually thought Chaska and Felix would get along fairly well. Felix doesn't seem like the type to insult people or intentionally aggravate others, and Chaska has a type of respect for strength, whixh Felix appears to have.

Additionally, Chaska understands he isn't in his tribe where he's meant to be a strong figure/leader. The academy isn't his "proving ground," so he won't be seeking to prove his strength.

(Sorry, I'm really into exploring my character/discussing ideas on how characters interact)

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@Zelosse@liferusher@Kalleth (Wasn't sure which one of you to tag, sorry)

Saw you guys are still accepting characters (hopefully), so I figured I'd throw one in.

Chaska Enapay

Chaska Enapay

Age

15

Element

Water

Personality

Chaska carries an air of strength in both mind and body, and has a natural tendency towards leadership; regardless of whether or not the path he carves is followed. He's grown and matured into a fine young man, although his violent habits still persist. Should someone insult him and his people, or perhaps question his strength, they will quickly find themselves facing the fists of an experienced fighter. However, it would be wrong to assume Chaska is temperamental because of this; in actuality, he is quite a grounded, proud, and honorable individual.

Perhaps a good way to describe Chaska would be stoic, or at the very least quiet. He is not particularly talkative unless he considers someone to be a close friend or ally, and will often remain silent unless he feels his voice is needed. When he does speak, his voice is calm and calculated, in addition to being incredibly eloquent. He is a good person to ask advice from, and unlike most will never be caught in hypocrisy. He stands firmly for the things he believes in, and as such can often be seen as stubborn.

History

Chaska was born a bastard, the first and only son of Chumani Enapay, a Water Elemental. He was born in Wagner South Dakota, and was raised on the Yankton Reservation, a native-american reservation found in the south-east of South Dakota. The reservation was large and heavily populated, but a reservation nonetheless; as such, he was exposed early on to the harshness of being a Native in a white man's country. Unlike the majority of the nation, Native-American culture was significantly less hostile to elementals, and quite often they were revered individuals. The long-standing cultural significance of the wakíksuyA, or to the rest of the world, Elementals, prevented Chaska from experiencing the harsh treatment most Elementals faced; but this is not to suggest he lived a prejudice free life.

At an early age Chaska was expected to be an elemental like his mother Chumani, and as such he was treated differently by the adults and elders of his community. This treatment did not extend to those his age however, and any reverence he was treated to by those older than he was repaid two-fold in hostility by those his own age. The hostility displayed by his peers did not begin until around the fourth grade, but it did not stop until a year or so before Chaska was sent away to the Elemental Academy. Given the nature of young men at that age, Chaska was more or less forced to learn how to fight; and it wasn't long until he was starting them on his own. The Tribal nature of the Reservation seemed amplified by young men, and the existence of a "food-chain" was apparent. For Chaska to be treated with a shred of decency, or even left alone, he was obligated to throw the first and last fist regularly.

Around the beginning of 6th grade, Chaska had developed a reputation as one of the fiercest and most temperamental young men on the reservation. So much as looking at him the wrong way caused him to attack, as it was the only way he could avoid being attacked himself. Contrary to what one would expect, this behavior was largely respected by his elders and authority, and often encouraged. To fight among peers was a common thing even among those that weren't wakíksuyA, but for Chaska, it was expected. As an Elemental, it was demanded by both his mother and community that he would be strong; as a weak man could never grow into the leader he was expected to be.

Aside from the violence that surrounded him, Chaska was an inspiring young man even to those outside of the reservation. He seemed to carry a natural aura of leadership about him, and proved to be an incredibly intelligent individual, even to an outsiders standards. Near the end of middle-school, just before he was expected to attend the academy, he had garnered a respect from his peers. He was exceptionally strong in both mind and body, and although he was required to constantly remind his fellow students such, the intentional acts of aggression and harassment seemed to ease. After so many years, it seemed his peers had begun to understand why the Elders held him in such high esteem.

After "Graduating" from middle-school, as all wakíksuyA were expected to do, Chaska enrolled into the Elemental Academy. The week before his departure was filled with local celebration, and even the boys that had once hated and tormented Chaska celebrated alongside him.

Equipment

The clothes on his back, and a stone arrow-head with a leather loop he wears around his neck.

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@Akayaofthemoon

March Hare's Trinket

(A black, lace face-mask stuffed with a mixture of deep red and purple aromatic petals and herbs. It has a pair of small elastic loops through which one could put their ears, allowing them to use it without their hands.)

"Take this my dear Alice, should you ever be surrounded in decay, you will know that there is beauty in the world still."

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Ok, finally figured out what I wanted to do for Alistair's trinket. Sorry the picture is so big; You'd be suprised how difficult it is to find a picture of nice face-masks.

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@Akayaofthemoon
I'm having a bit of difficulty thinking of a trinket now, but once my creative juices are flowing a bit more freely I'll come up with something.