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Name: Sanuye.. but he has a second name too which is Akiak... He likes Akiak.

Age: 16 (I haven't done anyone that young in AGES. Holy CRAP)

Gender: Male

Appearance: Akiak is as one would expect for a Native American. He's dark skinned, a very deep reddish clay colour and he has dark hair. Though, it's not just dark, it's fine (but coarse like horse hair) and shines like crow feathers... It's got a blue sheen to it. He wears it in a loose braid that reaches to his shoulder blades and he doesn't wear any decorative things in his hair, just a leather thong to tie it back when he needs to.

His face is chiseled like most, but softer around the edges and broad for wide smiles. He's young so his features are much softer, but he has a rounder face in general with a long nose. He also has almond shaped eyes that are literally black in colour. AND HIS BUILD: He is just under average height and has a squared off body. He has a shorter torso and stronger sort of arms... but of course with his age he is still sort of on the scrawny side.

Lastly, what he wears is rather interesting. He has a multitude of things from a number of tribes including the sort of clothing he wears to the trinkets and paintings on his shoulders and arms...but what sticks out most are his leather moccasins and his furs that are obviously not from the plains or the forest, but the northern tribes... the INUITS. YEAH ALASKA! He gets around. His most prized possession from there is a fur hood with oiled skin.

That's where he received his second name!... and also a cool totem necklace. He likes totems a lot... dunno why.

Personality: I'll make this brief. He is a fun guy. He likes to joke and to get around. He doesn't like to sit still or remain in one place too long. He has a restless spirit, I say! He's pretty laid back and easy going... and has a knack, or maybe an addiction, to pulling crazy stunts... probably just to say he did them.

He wants to be a legend in a story someday.

However, despite his reckless attitude he has a very responsible nature and the need to protect. He can be pretty serious when the time calls for it, and he does it without hesitation... but if it is a time that does not relate directly to him... then he really doesn't care. Gotta have those personality flaws.


Tribe: He won't tell you D:< LATER.

History: It's more interesting to leave these till later.

Anything else: He has a spirit animal! BECAUSE I WANT ONE! It's a bear. AND IT'S AWESOME. Also, it's rumored he is a traveling shaman, but if you ask him about it he just sort of shakes his head at you.... and he has this horrible habit of running into the gods at times.

He thinks it's annoying.

Haha, okay... Well... Since you guys have indians, I'll be our loner European dude. *cocks head to the side*

Name: Archer, lolz. Pretend he has a last name

Age: mid-twenties

Sex: male

Appearance: Archer has sandy brown hair, that has like, natural blonde highlights in it and is fairly tan. He's got the startings of a mustache/beard sort of thing going, but he really isn't able to grow a full beard. Generally he looks fairly dingy, but doesn't seem to mind. He's got a nice smile, and is average height... Um... Whatever. I think I actually feel like drawing him. So maybe I will. biggrin Oh, he's got green eyes with little flecks of brown in them. Uh, he's skinny in that he doesn't have a big 'ol gut hangin' over his belt, but he's nowhere near being considered buff.

Personality: He really is a fun loving guy. Archer's really adventurous and quite bright, though he more often than not finds himself in a lot more trouble than it's worth. He likes taking the lead in things (at least when it suits him), aaaand is loyal to his friends to a fault. He doesn't really hold his own life in that high a regard (after all, why bother living if you're not having fun?), or really the lives of most people. He's pretty greedy. Uh, being that these things are never accurate by the time you write 'em, I'm gonna stop here. biggrin

History: Haaaah, stowaway. He got caught. Not fun. Escaped the boat when the other people showed up, so he's new to this place, but is super eager to learn about it. He thinks the indians are fascinating.

Blah blah: He's decent at swordplay, and managed to steal one of the crew's swords, which he wears on his belt.

Peedily-poop: Archer lieks teh chocolatez. *noms oreos*

EDIT: Haha his name's Archer. *forgot to take the other names off* BUT FOR FUN'S SAKE, he has a rat that goes around with him named Basil. SO THERE.

((...I lied...but that's because my friend called me DURING my nap to make me go to her house...so haha...NOT MY FAULT! :[

Not that any of you care honestly.))

Crystal green eyes stared out at the ocean, her ocean, their ocean. It was sparkling like diamonds as the liquid yellow sunshine rained down upon its depths. The sky was a startling blue with big fluffy white clouds of spilled milk. Even the air smelled deliciously salty and thick with past rain. A soft breeze rustled through the leaves of large green trees that lines the sea-sand banks and shores.

The owner of those crystal eyes that looked upon the gorgeous sea shore was a woman of native descent. She was full figured with a squared jaw and dark coffee skin. To say she was seductive was an understatement. Even with her long dreadlocks of chocolate and burnt umber, feathers poking out of her hair in places (but decoratively so), she was amazingly gorgeous. Her deerskin dress fit perfectly around her waist and hips and her turquoise necklace emphasized her eyes. She seemed to have a different structure than any kind of human. Something was off about her that no one could ever put a hand on. It was a thing that made someone stare in awe and curiosity. Just WHAT was she? A human or something more?

Her bare legs dangled from a tree branch, bare feet feeling the breeze tickle her toes. With a graceful movement she brushed some dreads behind her round ears, both having large stone earrings. She enjoyed herself immensely when she was alone with just nature and the gods that watched down upon her. She felt as though this was where she belongs, in the trees, in the breeze, in the ocean. It was true that she liked being around others and laughing at their faults but she was never as comfortable as she was with nature.

Pushing her broad back against the tree trunk she closed her strange eyes and breathed in deeply. The sea air rushed into her lungs and filled her body with an intoxicating delight of pure energy. As she exhaled it was as though she emitting her soul itself. Carefully she positioned herself to the side of the thick tree branch and dropped down.

Her feet gracefully touched the sandy grass before jogging to the edge of the ocean. The warm water licked at her toes and made a smile part her dark lips. Slowly she began to walk into the water until it touched her knees and small fish swam around her, not even her movements scaring them away, it seemed they WANTED to be around her. She bent over and dipped her hands into the water, splashing some onto her rich colored arms and taking in the scenery around her.

She twirled around, the water rippling as her legs moved it around. The fish dashed about her ankles and calves as if dancing along with her. Coils of hair spread out in a fanning motion. A cloud passed over the sun and cast shadow over her before passing again and letting sun hit her skin. She continued spinning as she smiled. It was an odd sight, maybe, but she herself was the essence of odd. No one would ever understand her, she knew, and she wanted it like that.

A seagull swooped in close to her, a feather drifting into the water in front of her. She came to a stop and picked it up gingerly before tucking it into her hair. "Thank you Mr. Seagull. A gift is to not go unappreciated, am I right?" A fish jumped out of the water and she gave out a laugh, her tones rich and creamy. "Exactly, just as I said myself Miss Fish." Her eyes examined a drop of water curving around her fingers, following the bumps and dips of her body's structure. The littlest things seemed enchanting to the strange woman.

"I have a feeling I'll meet some important people soon...they'll change my life." She spoke to the drop of water with a dreamy look. "Maybe they'll be the first ones to understand me. Not that I don't enjoy the attention of the tribe... Good bye precious." She muttered just as the drop fell off her finger and back into the ocean.

"Soon I'll meet them...very soon."

((hahaha bunch of rambling...but I didn't want to start with too much action...ya know...hopefully that gives you guys enough to start with?))

((YAY. THIS IS ME. BEING EXCITED!... I shall post and you will liek ets. *cackle*... I feel bad I got to be a Native American and the rest of you didn't... D:... Maybe later I can make another EURO GUY and then one of you's can makes a Native person!!... WA! We'll seeee... *types*))

"How did you know what was wrong with my tree?" A voice wanted to know.

"How could I not know what was wrong?" There was a smile in these words.

The first voice was quiet. A thoughtful looking girl with eyes as dark as her hair looked up to the branches of an ancient tree. Its trunk was thick and ages old and it's roots grew deep and twisted into the mossy earth. A young man beside her smiled a well worn grin as he watched her black eyes search.

"Raven." He said. "They can talk, you know." She looked at the young man with a mild look of surprise. "They just don't do it unless they feel like they have to... or know you'll listen." He laughed maybe jokingly. "She told me what was wrong."

"The raven?"

"The raven." He echoed still smiling. His dark eyes crinkled with amusement and he rose to his feet. "She told me your tree just needed a bad branch cut off. Trees get sick just like we do." He stretched a little pulling his arms tight over his head. He felt his muscles sing under the strain.

"Are you leaving, Akiak?" The girl wanted to know. She placed a hand on the bark of the tree gently. "They said you wouldn't stay long."

The young man glanced down at her and placed his hands on his hips. "I could be back sometime." He said to her and teasingly flicked the end of her nose. She giggled as he danced back a few steps and swung his arms wide. The trinkets and things about his person jingled and jangled. His pony tail flopped over his shoulder.

"Who knows, maybe when I come back you'll have learned to speak raven! I can see you now..." His eyes flashed and he placed his dark hands beneath his armpits and did a weirdly accurate impression of a crow's cry whilst he wobbled his elbows like absurd wings. "Just like that! You'll be their chief!" He laughed a wild laugh that echoed about the forest.

The girl laughed with him. "You'll see!" She said.

"Chief Raven." He said in his most pretend serious voice and bowed his head. "Until we meet again!" And off into the forest he spun, leaving just in the same way he came.

And that was how he traveled and that was how he loved to live. He could go where he pleased and leave when he pleased. He had no attachments to anything, just himself and the forest. He was of the earth and of the sky and he didn't belong to any specific tribe, he was of everything.

Of course. The gods did not like him for this and would remind him often. Fox would visit him and Raven. There was sometimes Wolf and maybe Coyote, but always Bear. Bear had bound himself to Akiak ever since that day.

But that never stopped Akiak and he was sure as anyone else who knew him, that he would never BE stopped. He was sure he was destined to be told into a story.


"AH! GREAT RIVER!" He cried at the top of his lungs. "River, river, river and to the SEA!" He shouted so loud that it startled a flock of birds from their perches in the surrounding wood. "I have finally FOUND YOU!" And with a cry as wild as his laugh he leapt from the edge of a rock face and several moments of shouting later it was swallowed in a splash.

((hahaha.he goes swimming... I write weird for this D:>... ummm... ANYWAY. YES. I'm still trying to work him out biggrin ))

((I POSTOKAY?!?!!))

The water had been cold, the sort that stung at one's skin and clenched at their lungs and chest. Akiak had always liked that first bit of cold and had grinned beneath the water. A halo of bubbles exploded from his parted lips.

Waving his arms and legs wildly beneath the water and he propelled himself forward and along the stoney bottom of the river. A few fish darted away, but most went about their fishlike business. He made a face at a school of them and they just regarded him with their blank glassy stares, mouths opening and closing. Akiak grinned a little and with a thrust of his legs along the bottom he launched himself to the surface and took a great gasp of air.

Which he choked on.

Someone was DEFINITELY shouting at him... in words he didn't know.

His black eyes darted around the shore for the source of the strange voice. When he found it he froze.

He didn't freeze for long. The voice and the man seemed harmless, at least it looked like a man. With his black hair and water dripping into his eyes he might have been a very awkward deer with a pale face. He tred water lightly, watching the strange distant man on the shore.

What was there to fear of a deer with a pale face?

Akiak titled his head and cautiously he swam towards the river bank. Just when he was able to crouch in the shallows he stopped, only the top of his dark back and his face from his nose up were visible. His hair floated around him like oil.

For a moment he only looked at this man and then he rose up to his full height. He angled his proud head and stuck out his chin. His sharp eyes caught movement on the pale deer's shoulder.

It was then he broke into a broad smile. "Mouse!" He said clearly in his own tongue. He felt at ease. When an animal trusted a human it was clear that that human was true.

Akiak then quite quickly that would have made any professional pick pocket envious swiped a parcel from the man's pocket. He grinned and danced a few steps onto the shore, dangling mockingly a package of smokes... which he was slowly turning into something very soggy.

And just as quickly he rummaged into his own pouch by his waist and extracted a beaded necklace that was tied off with some animal claws. "Take." He said in the only words he knew how, offering it out with his square hands. He clutched the package of smokes at his chest and offered the beaded necklace out further still.

"Take!" He said again.

((... TEHRE'S A REASON FOR THAT. FIND OUT NEXT POST D:<))

((...! WA.))

Akiak had kept his eyes fixed on this stranger's own. The man was obviously baffled which amused him. His grin grew broader and shook the necklace a few times when he crossed his arms which definitely a sign of not wanting.

"Take!" He said again. "Please." The large mouse seemed to understand him better. The creature leapt onto his clay coloured hand and made himself comfortable and aquatinted with the beaded necklace. Akiak flashed the creature a smile. "Smart animal." He said. "And don't let anyone convince you different, my friend."

Moments later and the man was convinced to take the necklace and the little creature back. Akiak laughed. There was a moment in the exchange where the air might have shifted, a pulse of green and blue light, but it was much too quick and strange for the pale man to have noticed.

"You're really not too trusting are you, white guy?" He said and even if it was in his own language, it was pretty clear and english to the stranger now. He tucked the rolled smokes lightly into one of his pouches and tilted his head. "Something of yours for something of mine and then there is understanding." He said. "That is how the world is like, right?"

He paused and wondered if he understood. He removed a pouch from his waist and from it he extracted several trinkets. "Black foot." He said and showed off a hallowed turtle shell. "Cherokee." And he displayed an eagle feather. "Raven." he showed off a feather that shown just as black as his hair. "Inuit." He touched a hand to an odd totem necklace. "Bear." He said pointing at his necklace and then himself and then he tapped where he had stored the man's parcel.

"You." He laughed. "You see? That's simple magic. Even you can do it."

((And then he's going to head to the seea... eventually... that's where he had been headed XD))

The smell of salt was thick in the air, the sky blue and clear, just as the ocean had been--until their ships sent up a cloud of sand and dirt in the shallows. The sudden shift from rolling waves to sturdy ground left Edward's legs feeling unsure and weak as he made his way to the shore--but what a relief it was to be on land!

Green eyes took in the scenery. Yes, they were finally on land again, and not just any land, but a new land, all its own, with lush forests and greenery all around. A whole new world, unspoiled, pristine. He grinned.

"Ned!" The tall man turned to look at one of the crew, leaning over the deck. "One of the bloody prisoners prisoners went off 'n is piddlin' around in the forest!"

Edward frowned. "How'd he get out?"

"Dunno, but he's a slippery little b*****d. The one with the rat, you remember?"

He sighed. "All right, I'll look for him. Pay attention to the others, would you?" The crewman gave a loose salute and vanished back to the deck. Ned huffed slightly and rested a hand on his belt, where a pistol hung. You could never tell what those criminal types were going to do. He pushed back his helmet slightly, and stomped off into the wilderness.

((=D I have no idea how British people talk. D: And Ned's hard to write for, I'll have to work on making him less...normal.))