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Name: Pandora Idlewild Sagan

Nicknames: Pan

Age: 18

Height: 5'9

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Blood Type: O-

Fav. Food: Fries(Chips), cheese burgers, sour candies, and sweet cornbread.

Hated Food: Fish, soft boiled eggs and Oatmeal

School: Meadowview

Hobbies:

Carving – carving things out of wood like her Father before her, while she is not yet as talented as her father, she can carve small animals out of wood, bone and some of the softer stones.
However she quickly grows frustrated with these efforts, finding flaws soon after she feels a piece is finished and will leave it behind where ever she finished it for others to take if they so choose.

Hiking: She enjoys long walks through the woods, preferring if she can to avoid open plane areas due to some superstition that –that- is where you will find such things as ticks and spiders, though she knows full well that all manner of small crawling things can be found within the woods themselves.
While hiking, and in the rare company of others, as she prefers to do this on her own she’ll stay to the marked trails and paths posted in community hiking areas. However if she goes on her own she’ll strike out on her own in uncharted areas with map and compass should the opportunity and time permit.

Horse back riding – She enjoys some skill at horseback riding, while she has no patience for ‘ring’ riding, or ‘events’ she enjoys trail rides using an English saddle, or occasionally with her instructors permission, bareback.
She dislikes jumps on the horses, having taken a few spills due to inexperience and in one case surprise. It’s this discomfort, and the number of people present at events that contribute to her lack of desire to further her equestrian skills to a competitive level.

Gemstone:

Virtues:

Quiet/Good Listener: While she is not a ‘social butterfly’ by a long shot, she is a very good listener. Those few people she deems worth ‘tolerating’ for any period of time. (A number that has slowly increased with time and maturity) she will listen to any rant, problem, broken hearted tangent, wistful sigh, or surreal day dream that they might want to profess without judgment. In fact her long history of listening and watching makes her a fairly good source of level headed advice on these matters for friend, or even 'foe'

Sporty: Sports just aren’t ‘it’ for everyone, their sweaty, their hard work and they can be extremely competitive. Even with the number of people whom participate Pandora thrives on competing in track meets. It might be considered odd given her ultimate disinclination to train harder in any equestrian skills, but for track meets it’s what she can do compared to what her “enemy” or “Opponent” can do with no dependence on anyone or any ‘thing’ else. Her drive to win has given her endurance and drive, and she’ll keep trying for that ‘top’ spot.

Loyal: if you earn her trust she's a friend for life even if she does admit to sometimes needing a 'break' from people. She will defend you to the end even if your wrong. She'll tell you flat out that she thinks your wrong, but she'll aslo defend your -right- to be wrong and save a good verbal lashing for later.




Flaws:
Solitary: There are a handful of people she considers tolerable, and perhaps one or two of them that she considers a ‘real friend’, though even they would be hard pressed at times to get her to confide deeply in them if something is troubling her. The exception to this being when she’s angry, then she’s more than willing to say whom is bothering her and what she plans, or would like to –do- to them.

Temper: Pandora is prone to a sharp and sudden temper, while it takes time for her to reach the point of frustration where she will snap and lash out she does so violently, with little thought, and almost no planning at all. Her judgment goes out the window and with it whatever edge she might have gained before hand. As a student she’ll resort to fisticuffs, or even swinging her heavy book bag at the offending target. Though rumor has it there was one occasion off school grounds where someone mocked one of her carvings and found them selves pinned briefly to a tree by her penknife through the strap of their book bag. If this is true however, the person attacked may be too scared to come forward to confirm that it ever took place.

As a Lt. of the Negaverse whatever strategy she might have been using devolves into hasty sporadic attacks leaving holes in her defenses and making it easier to defeat her… or get away depending on the need of the sailor at that time.


Scolding - if you do something she considers to be fundamentally ridiculous, or simply contrary to 'plans' - prepare for a solid tongue lashing with nary a word in edge wise. Listening goes right out the window until she finishes her initial tirade. As well meaning as she may be with her lashing's it dosen't mean she has the right idea of the situation in mind when she berates you. And being unable to get in a word edgewise makes it hard to stop her once she gets going.




Physical Description:

Hair: Blueblack

Eyes: Deep chocolate brown

Face: High cheekbones, distinctly Native American (Native Canadian rather).

Body: Athletic, the build of endurance rather than heavy muscle.

Fashion: On her own she prefers blue jeans, leather boots and hair wraps, sometimes feathers and bone ornaments. Perhaps stereotypical but she's not one to care. Let them laugh, it's most often the ones laughing who buy the plastic imitations.
She actually finds it most comfortable to go either barefoot, or wear her moccasins, a gift from her uncle who still lives on the 'reservation', but she refuses to wear them to school.
She says she runs fastest that way too, well, she says so to those whom she considers friends. Sharing the information with outsiders might land you a good punch on the arm.

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Personal History - Coming soon?

Useful links for RP ((for the player, its very unlikely that your going to have someone who Knows the Haida Language sorry!))

Haida

More found here too

Winter Festivals
During the winter the Haida Indians carved and decorated masks. Almost all the tribes of the Northwest Coast used masks for their ceremonies. These ceremonies were usually held in the winter months because then the people had little else to do. Every tribe or village had one or more "secret society" . The members of a secret society believed they were under protection of some powerful guardian. This belief kept them together. During the winter the members took control of the village and put on a ceremony or dance. This might last as long as a one month.


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Not truly a Haida house But the outside picture was amazing so I'm putting it here. It is from the islands where the Haida lived though - I suspect its a sweat lodge but I'm having a hard time getting the information page to load. Close... its an 'inspired' Sauna - but it's staying here cause its pretty.


In the same tradition as the stolen picture just above... raven plays an important part in their mythology. He didn't exactly 'create' the world so much as he stole and tricked his way into assembling the parts needed to make the world.

Haida Language Mainpage

Simple Phrases

Phrasebook

Reaction to the Assembly -

What... -was- that, It's like nothing I have ever seen before. No one seems to know what to make of it, or why it attacked like that. Maybe it's true and this school is haunted. I can't help but think of the old myths, I wonder if the old stories apply here, its so far from where our myths began, but maybe -some- of the lessons there apply.
And those... 'Senshi' that keep coming up. Theirs so much strangeness,
Terrorists... university prank. Do they -really- think we're stupid enough to just swallow that? I -can't-...

Nabs one last slot before making room for solos so no one else has to suffer them

The Angry Winter -


The wind outside screamed, it rattled the windowpanes and thundered through the trees with a roar of rage like some great and angry beast.
Times like this it was easy to see why there were myths about the wind, easy to believe stories that it could pick you up and carry you away, or that in it lived unseen creatures that would make you run until your feet wore off and then fly you away never to be seen from again.
It was an angry sort of winter… she wondered, closing her eyes against the small comfort of her desk light, if it was angry with her.
Maybe out there, screamed the souls of the dead and the damned, maybe what was left of her soul was out there, wailing and weeping into the night. Hers was an impotent rage, never settled for all its fury.
Nausea twisted in her gut but she pushed it aside under the cold and empty feeling that lingered when nothing else did, pressed it down curling her fingers into her palm so tight that even her short broken off fingernails, left thin bloody crescents against the meat of her palm.
What was happening to her? Why… why her at all…
She swallowed hard and opened her eyes again hearing laughter from the living room; it was warm, alive and rich. She felt as though she heard it from outside.
Once upon a time she was part of that, not so long ago at all but it felt, oh it felt like an eternity, so distant that the realization that it was not years, not a life time even, sent an electric chill through her.

Without thinking she reached for the door, reached towards that warmth, that family… what if she told them… what if…

What if she ran away… what if …

But they would die, at his hands or one of his servants… or –hers- gods help them at HER hands. That brought life in the cold emptiness, a blaze of terror that brought dark heat to her eyes and her hand snapped back from the door as though she had been burned.

The ring of her cell phone startled her out of her momentary fury, washing it away with the sweet tones, if ironic ones of “return to innocence” – Toki…
She smiled despite herself, she could not have said why… her heart in her throat she pickd up the phone and flipped it open feeling the wet of tears running down her cheeks, though she could have sworn she felt nothing at all.

“Hey” the word was an easy greeting, detached from her muted turmoil. “Yeah I’m fine…”

It was such an easy lie, but perhaps… just perhaps less of one than a moment ago.

Face to Face - Nightmare solo (2)

X - Saved