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Name We`rika
Age 32
Nationality Huichol outcast
Family Taáwi and Vantos (Estranged cousins)
Height 5'9" (175 cm)
Weight 182 lbs
Skin Dark matte tone, rough from a roving life
Hair Changes constantly. Originally black, his hair usually has lingering dyes like rusted reds or stripped white.
Eyes Dark brown
Specifics Long tapered ears, torn and jagged on the outer shells. Sharp translucent nails
Loves Drinking, smokine, watching porn, flirting, getting under everyone's skin
Hates Most people, unpaid overtime, Sundays
Playlist Hawksley Workman - Striptease, Justin Timberlake - Sexy Back, Armchair Cynics - Bang Bang, Mindless Self Indulgence - Tight

Personality As a youth, We`rika was exceedingly selfish and hostile. He had no respect for life, his or anyone else's. Aggressive, violent and thoughtless, We`rika was horrible person. Now, We`rika has quelled his baser instincts though still with a hair-trigger temper. He is unknowingly charismatic with a silver tongue that took more than fourteen years to procure. You either love him or hate him, there is no middle ground. Always the life of the party on the weekends, but a slave to his work during the weekdays. We`rika is atrociously obnoxious most of the time, though he can be very surprisingly selfless and thoughtful to very close friends.

History The Huichol are a spiritual race, descended from ancient Aztecs. After the Spanish Invasion, their roving ways were restricted and they had to support themselves through agriculture. Because growing corn in mountainous area they inhabit is unreliable, many sacred ceremonies are upheld to ensure successful crops.

Much of their culture revolves around the spiritual and religious. These ceremonies are hosted by the shamans of the tribes, becoming the link between the physical realm and the supernatural. They drift from ordinary conscious to heal, direct, guide, retrieve information, contacting the dead, etc.

One of the most important ceremonies the Huichol people conduct is an annual pilgrimage some hundreds of miles away from their native lands. Any who wish to go may do so and there must be at least one shaman present. They walk the same paths their ancestors had for eons. Across their journey, the Huichol use this opportunity to cleanse themselves of sin by reconciling their faults and making a knot for every sin in long strands of horse hair. This reconciliation is quite a carefree time, where adultery is something to chuckle over as if it was someone's first kiss. They then throw the knotted horse hair into the camp fire and their soul is cleansed.

But the main reason for this pilgrimage is for the harvesting of peyote for a years worth of sacred ceremonies. The shamans help the villagers reach Paradise (their version of the afterlife) through the ingestion of peyote which creates an ethereal experience for most.

*In spite of the carefree attitude and modest way of life, tension has grown in the cultural due to the increasingly restrictive country boundaries (which they must cross for their pilgrimages) along with the fickle and meager harvests. Civilization is creeping closer and many new generations are leaving the grasslands and delving deep into urban life.

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We`rika's ancestors had shallow roots in the Huichol genial tree. Most were b*****d children from Spanish invaders that abandoned them in their mothers' care. Reasons to why their clan left the Huichol faded after several generations as no elders wanted to discuss the sensitive subject, but in their flight they were cursed. With only a meager pack of people, his ancestors became scavengers unable to maintain a stable village or harvest. Their roving lifestyle eventually manifested in their appearance. The scavengers of the wastelands (rats, vultures, jackals, crows, etc.) became their culture as children were born with grotesque deformities like long furry ears, scaly tails, broken wings, and gnarled teeth. Repentance is the only way to dispel such a curse and their culture has become stern and pious. The reconciliation of sin has become no laughing matter and pilgrimages are no longer optional. All who can sin, must go to collect peyote and pray for forgiveness and for their future children.

It was then when jeeps were needed to legally cross country borders (which their ancestors had walked unfettered for hundreds of years) that We`rika was born. He was the second son of three children born into a pious family. His father was a shaman and his mother too meek a person to take care of her children. With unexceptional talent in divination and no empathy for his mother who was too afraid of her children and her role as a mother to love them properly, We`rika usually found attention by bullying other children his age. He was looking for change and was happy to watch the modern world encroach on their own culture.

We`rika got his chance for change when he was sixteen and legally allowed to drive into towns and cities for extra supplies his family and relatives needed when the seasons grew rough. Only able to speak moderate Spanish and hardly any English, he fell into traps for the naive. With some of the money given to him for their supplies, he was duped into buying angel dust and heroin.

After a week home, he had run out of heroin and his withdrawals were grueling. His mother watched him and her young daughter, but not knowing what to do with such an alien situation, she more often than not ignored him and his tantrums. The time he needed his mother the most, she could not and would not help him. That was the turning point that lead him to steal one of their jeeps and baskets of peyote to sell as well as yarn painting, rugs, and beaded work. He sold off his wares and his drug addiction grew. He became self-hating and materialistic, looting when he couldn't afford what he wanted. These escapades eventually led him to prison, charged with manslaughter and drug paraphernalia. Because he was only seventeen and his lawyers argued the topic of his origin, We`rika was handed a lighter sentence of thirty years; however, he was granted parole after fifteen years and released on good behavior. During his fourteen years in prison, We`rika learned bad English and how lucky he was to be slightly talented in healing as it was quite the necessity. In the first few years, his actions became more wild and condemning, but after almost losing an arm (from poor circulation during an injection of heroin), the Huichol began to take advantage of his free visits to rehabilitation.

Now, he lives in a small apartment, working three unstable jobs, hiding from debt collectors because of his obsessive need to buy. He's looking for a comfortable job that pays just as comfortably, but without college diploma or even a high school diploma, it is a difficult road.

*Note: Everything occurring after this asterisk is fictitious and does not apply to the Huichol culture of today.