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Name: Henry Blackclaw Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: Henry Blackclaw looks a lot like what most people would think a strong Native American man would look like. Standing 6'2", he's not a short man. Most would describe him as being "built like a brick s**thouse" weighing in at 212 lbs of lean muscle. When working, his long, raven black hair is worn in a long braid or pony tail. But when off duty, he usually wears it loose. Henry has a piercing emerald green stare that usually betrays his emotions easily. Henry has the symbol of the Cheyenne River Sioux Tribe tattooed onto his left shoulder blade, and the symbol of the -United Sioux Tribes on his right. He does have some severe looking scars running along his right bicep abd down the right side of his back. When asked about it, he simply states that he was attacked by a wolf and leaves it at that. Bio: Henry was born into the Black Foot Sioux tribe of the Cheyenne River Reservation. He tried to spend his childhood like most other kids, but it was hard when the community seemed to have something against him and his family. His family had always been steeped in the old ways of the tribe. Henry has even participated in several sun and ghost dances through his life after they were no longer outlawed. But still, even with the roots the family had, everyone kept them at arm's length, never letting them get too close. Several families were just outright hostile. Henry's parents were always pretty tight lipped about it. Even when Henry was invited over to spend time with his friends, their parents always kept a sharp eye on Henry.
When he was a young teenager, Henry's father pulled him aside and told him a story about his grandfathers before him. At the time, Henry thought it was a story about spirit animals and depth of character. It was a story about his great great grandfather's bear spirit and the animosity that the tribe pushed on him because of his bear spirit. The wolf spirit of many of the other tribesmen didn't like the bear spirit. They were often afraid of it. But he suffered through it, proving his resolve and staking a place in the tribe. Henry was told that the bear spirit passed down from father to son, but there were a few skips. His father had been one of the skips. So they were sure that the bear spirit was going to fall upon Henry. He was just a teenager, though, and Henry blew it off as just another story about having inner strength. It wasn't until high school that he found out it was quite real.
Henry had been out with some friends at a party out in the woods on the reservation. They were just having fun, blowing off steam when a couple of men came into the party trying to break it up, saying something about being on their territory. Most of the kids broke for it, afraid to be caught drinking under age. Typical teenage stuff. But the men almost instantly singled out Henry from the group and started assaulting him viciously. Those who were slow to leave or tried to stick around tell a story of a massive bear coming from the trees and tearing into the men. The stories were very different, but all of it ended with three dead men in the woods that looked like they'd been torn apart by a gigantic bear.
Henry knew the truth, though. He had seen and felt everything, but hadn't been able to stop himself from what he was doing. A deep rage had gripped him, bringing out the most terrible side of him. One of his attackers had even tried to change into a wolf to try and get away, but that was before he'd nearly ripped it in two with his claws, sending most of it's upper torso spraying across a tree. Afterwards, Henry had fled from the scene, running all the way back home, disgusted in himself. Henry shut himself off from the world and secluded himself away. His father tried to get Henry to raise that he understood what the young man was going through. The man was smart and knew what had happened. He had seen his own father go through similar things. But Henry wouldn't listen and just secluded himself. He finished his last year of high school and immediately left the reservation.
For now, Henry is working as a forest ranger for the US Forest Service. He knows the irony behind the whole thing, but doesn't really care. Being a ranger affords him the ability to get out into the wilderness, take care of the land, and be out on his own a lot. The only problem is that he does tend to run into a lot of wolf packs, and he hasn't found many that are accepting of him. Most continue the trend of being openly hostile to his presence, as it disturbs the natural balance of nature. That part is true. As much as Henry tries to hide it, his presence draws the power of natural, and unnatural spirits, allowing them easier access to the realm of reality, sometimes tearing at the borders that separate the real world from the spirit realm. Henry can't really help it. And it's not often that a spirit is strong enough to fully breach into reality just from his "being there". But wolves, sometimes, like a scape goat. So, when things get rough, Henry will pack up, change postings, and then head to a new town/city. Currently, he's heading to Rapid city, South Dakota for a new posting in the national forests.
Others: Henry's most cherished possession right now is his 1949 Dodge Power Wagon. It's the only constant that he really has, these days. No matter where he goes, the truck goes with him. It's perfect for work and play. Whenever possible, Henry will tke the car to local shows to show it off.
BSDJoker · Thu Aug 27, 2015 @ 02:56am · 0 Comments |
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