Post by Spotted Tail on Jun 1, 2009 10:02:37 GMT -7
General Information
Name: Spotted Tail
Creature: Poltergeist
~Character Information~
Birthday and Age: March 30 1820, 209
Student or Adult: adult (dead)
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6’2”
Identifying marks- scars, tattoos, etc.:he is transparent and sometimes can be spotted in traditional regalia.
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~Personality~
Passions: Land, his people, teaching the young ones,
Disdain: ignorance, those who lack honor,Trickster
Strengths: patience, resourceful, respectful, battle
Weaknesses: Over thinks, needs a solution for everything, trapped in tradition
Worst Fear: to never cross over
Life long dream?: Peace
Overall: As a child Spotted Tail emerged as a great leader, amongst his peers he was well respected and even the elders of his clan listened to him when he spoke. Like most young me he was brought up to be a warrior, a protector and provider. Spotted Tail has a deep seeded respect for Mother Earth and all she has to offer; he loves his brothers and sisters and treats all as if they were family. As a man of nature he was always one for wandering the great forest and conversing with the coyote and the bear, for their wisdom is great and much can be learned from them.
The son of a Lakota medicine man he grew up with the knowledge passed down from the elder Sioux to the next generation, Red cloud did not have the spirit of a medicine man but his younger brother Wild Crow soon filled this void in the family allowing Spotted Tail to practice for the hunt. One of his most prized characteristics would be honor, he considered it far greater to strike his enemy and live than obliterate them. If he were to obliterate his enemy then he would no longer be defined by them. The tradition of was the greatest knowledge Spotted Tail gained, he considered it to be more sacred than the Sundance and he saw no other death as honorable as dieing in battle.
Spotted Tail was the type of person, when he spoke you listened. He was articulate and carried just enough humor with him that all enjoyed to listen to him. His greatest role as a father later in life was that of story teller. He preferred to tell the stories of Trickster and the creation stories. He picked up many stories from the various travels and captured members of other tribes. He spent many of his nights by the fire educating the younger warriors for what was to come.
~ History~
Family
Blood Status: muggle
Parents: Little Cloud and Three Bulls
Siblings:Little Foot and Wild Crow
Other: Silver Fox (wife) Crow Dog (son)
Coyote, Bear, Eagle, trees, water, mother Earth
History: Born the son of a medicine man Spotted Tail was expected to be great. Early on it was apparent the creator hadn’t given him the knowledge or capacity to carry on the tradition. As a boy Spotted Tail can remember the various members of the tribe coming to see his father, he use to sit and listen to the Elders as they told their stories. Sometimes Little Foot would join their father and it soon became obvious Little Foot was the next medicine man. The Creator had however bestowed upon Spotted Tail the gift of leadership. As a child he was able to captivate the elders and speak, he had a greater understanding of the land and his four legged brothers and sister than most and often spoke on their behalf.
Because he lacked the spirit to heal he soon found his niche as a warrior. Training long and hard for to become the protector of his people he proved to be an honorable warrior and emerged as a great leader on the battlefield bringing the chief to ask him advice while in battle. By the age of twenty, Spotted Tail fell in love with a young woman by the name of Silver Fox. They were married and shortly there after had a son Crow Dog. This was the greatest happiness Spotted Tail had experienced in his life and he soon settled into a comfortable lifestyle of hunting and telling stories to the young members of the tribe in the evening. The rumors of the white man had touched the village a few times but they had yet to see the white man in the flesh. It was something however that weighed heavy on the minds of the tribal council.
As tradition the men went out on a hunt. This particular hunt lasted three days and when the men returned they found nothing but carnage. The village had been burned to the ground, the women children and elders had all been murdered. Spotted Tail quickly found the bodies of his family and was devastated. Entering a period of grief he cut all of his hair and wandered from the village. Spotted Tail wandered for days without food and water. He paused only here and there for a few moments and then continued. Coming across another Lakota tribe they took him in and he once again became the great warrior he had been only time with the blood of his people on his back.
The pale faces had touched this Tribe as well however they had seen the smoke coming from Spotted Tail’s village and took it as a warning. It was in this tribe another warrior by the name of Red Cloud emerged and Spotted Tail soon found himself friends with the younger man. Red Cloud reminded him of himself and when he was elected Chief Spotted Tail was proud to call him brother. By this time the white man was a much more viable threat and Red Cloud soon took action. The war on the white man had begun and in December of 1866 Red cloud’s war became the end for Spotted Tail. Spotted Tail was killed by a bayonet to the heart and was grateful he had come to an honorable end.
How did your character gain this ability, if he/she was born this way skip this. This is for Werewolves, Vampires. Eager to meet his creator Spotted Tail was soon disappointed. Creator would not let him join the spirit realm. Coming in the form of a bear the Creator spoke to the spirit of Spotted Tail, there was more Spotted Tail needed to do on the mortal world. Creator explained the knowledge and the ability to articulate where the gifts he had chosen in agreement with the grandfathers that Spotted Tail would live on after his death in the woods. The creator had foreseen a great change in the land and the world and needed the wisdom to be shared with others. This was horrible news for Spotted Tail he wanted nothing more but to be with his family again. Creator however gave him the ability to transform his spirit into that of the animals. This way he wouldn’t frighten those he reveals himself to.
Spotted Tail was to in habit the woods near his village, his mission to guide the young warriors and teach the uneducated. At first Spotted Tail was angry and refused to converse with anyone, finding an old abandoned cabin he shut himself away inside. This angered the creator and he sent Trickster to evacuate Spotted Tail. Trickster and Spotted Tail fought through the night until finally trickster ousted him and Spotted Tail had to leave. Wandering the woods aimlessly he came across a young child. They were shipping the children off to boarding schools, and making the tribes leave the land and live on reservations. After some investigation Spotted Tail was saddened by what was happing to his people. Their ways and livelihood were being taken away by the pale faces and Spotted Tail once again came face to face with Creator.
This time Spotted Tail accepted the assignment that had been bestowed upon him. Taking the form of a spirit guide Spotted Tail often appeared to those who came into the woods seeking him as a fox. Using his knowledge he did his best to guide the young ones so they don’t forget the traditions and ways of their people. This effort has become increasingly difficult, now with the various advancements and the deforestation of his home Spotted Tail has been forced into the woods in the mountains away from the city and suburbia. In the most recent years not many have come to see him, and hardly anyone has sought the wisdom he has to offer.
~Final Stage~
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RP Sample: The embers of the fire had long died and yet he felt nothing. The great emptiness he had was something he hadn’t been able to get use to. It had been over a hundred years and he still hated the feeling of nothing. Spotted Tail could no longer warm himself by the fire, or feel the breeze of the wind, it was torture, he lived amongst his brothers in nature and yet he could not interact with them the way he use to. With a heavy sigh he floated above the tree tops. Brother Eagle had been out soaring and it always cheered the ghost up to watch his family in their natural habitat doing what they had done for thousands of years. The sun was bright and he imagined the air being crisp as he watched the impressive wing span of the bird glide off into the distance.
This had become a regular occurrence for Spotted Tail sitting alone and thinking. With all of the changes he had seen he found nothing the creator wanted him to find. It was all sadness and the loss of what once was. The education could only go so far before it was no longer helpful. That is if it had ever been helpful in the fist place. Leaving the evergreens he once again found himself on the ground. The rock he had been using as his place of summoning had a broken cigarette on it and he nodded. Someone had come searching for him, leaving the sacred tobacco on the rock. This was promising; this showed someone still cared for the old ways. The creator would be happy. Spotted Tail was starting to feel the joy. If this empty feeling could be considered joy.
The past few months had been lonely even by ghost standards, though he was with his relatives the bear and on occasion he would sit with brother Eagle he was lonely. Even as a spirit he craved the human contact. He had always been a social being and seeing the tobacco flakes on the rock gave him hope and renewed his thirst to converse with someone; to share knowledge and talk the philosophy of life with someone one other than Trickster. Again the wind blew and he sighed. The forest was quiet and Spotted Tail was starting to wonder how much longer his mission could be carried out before it became obvious that the old ways had long since forgotten. Even the medicine man was dying out. There was no greater sadness than watching his people lose themselves completely to the pale faces. Yet in the name of progress it looked as if the stronghold had slipped.
Of the things he had seen the gimmicks used by the ‘medicine’ man of today was enough to shame the grandfathers. One of the few Dakota medicine men left had come to ask Spotted Tail of his father and brother he brought with him the sad news and asked for help. Prayer had been the one thing Spotted Tail could offer the man and with that he seemed satisfied. So much had been forgotten and he hoped Warfield would return, Spotted Tail had remembered and old story of the root that would low in the dark, only the women could harvest it but it provided much for a weak human being. With a small smile he could almost hear the drums. Oh what he wouldn’t give to hear a drum circle again, to hit the tanned hide and join his brothers in song. Spotted Tail may have to leave the forest to complete his mission, he just worried he wouldn’t be able to speak to those in a way that would provide for the future.