[DONE] Native America

[Native America]

ANGENI SMITH



"When the white man discovered this country Indians were running it. No taxes, no debt, women did all the work. White man thought he could improve on a system like this. - Cherokee"

Dancing in the acid rain

that's falling on the streets of shame

Country: Native America

Human name: Angeni Smith

Apparent age: 29

Gender: Female

Appearance: Rather young looking, but is rather old, being able to remember crossing the Beiring Straight with her people and siblings that would later become those that live north and south of her. She's short, standing only about 5'3", but that doesn't mean that she's strong; physically, mentally, and emotionally. She has long dark brown, bordering black hair, the dark skin of her people from working outside, and soft brown eyes. She wears deerskin dresses, decorated with symbols where all her tribes can recognize her as one that is not human, even if she's wary about being called spirit.

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You never seen the sky like this

never want to die like this

Strengths: What are they good at? Also give a little explanation, if you will.

• Navigation: The land is mapped out in her feet, or so she likes to think. She can find her way pretty much anywhere in her lands no matter where her starting point is, although if familiar landmarks are gone or changed, it makes things a bit more difficult. She rarely gets turned around, but when this does happen, she could be lost for days until she finds he bearings again. She's generally good at giving directions, and said directions can be relied on rather well, it is something that she prides herself on.
  
  
• Treaties: Many of her Nations do not like each other very much, and some are rather territorial, especially when it comes to sacred grounds and hunting area, so she had to learn at a very young age to keep the peace between them all. Or at least try to, and would help the chiefs make treaties so that her people weren't killing each other and everyone could live in relative peace and understanding. This talent also is what led to her eventual downfall, trying to keep the peace between herself and the newcomers to her land, as they took advantage of her willingness to compromise and often in trying to keep the peace, ended up giving more of herself and her people away.
  
  
• Running: Either into battle, from battle, or even just for the fun of it, Angeni is good at running and loves to do it. Covering vast amounts of land in little time is helpful for being able to meet with her nations on a regular basis so that one doesn't feel as if they are being favored or neglected over another. It also helped her in the first years of colonization, as it allowed her to observe and dash away before being caught, and for battling tribes that were no longer 'apart of her' but as someone from the Other Land's nations.
  
  
• Languages: Angeni can speak many languages, and catches onto them easily, with the Nations all speaking different ones throughout time and the need to learn them to communicate. It made learning the Old World languages easier on her, as she only had to learn the structures and vocabulary, although she will always favor those of her people, those of the Old World have proven helpful at times While others it just seemed like they would make up new rules just to try to confuse her and her people. Either way, she still has a love for learning new languages and using ones that no one remembers for things such as spying or even just remembering simpler times.
  
  
• Medicine: The plants of the land each have a different use against a different aliment, and her people learned a lot about it and so did Angeni. She took a special interest in it after watching a medicine woman when she was younger help an ailing child and thought that she could be like that too when needed, and learned the songs that told of what herbs and plants cured what illness. She spread them throughout the tribes, to try to keep them as well off as possible, although sometimes they didn't work, for the most part, she was able to help save lives through this knowledge. This wanting to learn stayed with her, even with her decline, as she incorporated plants of other nations that were brought over, to make sure that her people at least were healthy. Even though they thriving as they once were.
  
  

Weaknesses: Everybody must have weaknesses, what are your character's?

• Foreign Policy: Angeni never had a good grasp on the way the other countries would do their treaties, nor all the rules and regulations behind them. Compared to them, her nations had a much similar system, and one that she was rather familiar with. This was a reason that she was taken advantage of many times, because as much as she and her people tried to learn the ways of the white man, nothing ever seemed to come of it except for exploitation and pain.
  
  
• Disease: Where illnesses come and go, neither Angeni nor her people were ready for the foreign diseases that would rip across her and her tribes that no medicine that she knew of could cure nor did they have any immunities to help fight it off. Weakened by these crippling infections, such as small pox, Angeni thought that she was done for even before she learned that she would have to fight long and hard against these newcomers for her land, people, and rights. This also left many gaps in her tribes, ones that would seem to feel like they would never fully recover no matter how much time had passed by.
  
  
• Anger: Prone to fast anger, like many of her people. Angeni had to learn to reign it in, but it became harder and harder as time went on. Even now that she is back in the past, it feels that she has to learn how to control it all over again, since she is bitter by the experience of being so weak and dying so early when she could have been a contender in the early world and help oversee that her land stayed as beautiful and respected as her people had come to revere it. In anger, Angeni is quick to make bad decisions, like choosing the wrong ally for a fight, start wars over things that could have been compromised to her benefit, and even signing away important pieces of land without a second thought and damn herself and her people even further.
  
  
• Defenses: Angeni had never been in a larger scale war, at least not in large scale compared to European standards, and her people generally were able to work out conflicts without her intervention unless they became so severe that she would step in and everything would be solved. That and skins of animals only could do so much against a sword or a gun, her people very proud and some wouldn't wear armor at all, and just go out bare chested, and didn't have high stone walls or anything that could deter a cannon shot. Her tribes could defend themselves against each other, however, against the new foe, they had little but gorilla warfare that was really effective.
  
  
• Unity: Pulling all of her tribes together to form a force unstoppable by the early settlers was impossibly before, because of the differences and strife between them. That hurt Angeni and her people more than the distance helped, even though for centuries, that was just the way things were. Trying to pull her people together this time around is priority above all, although she doubts that would be easy, as some have long outstanding strife between them.
  
  

Fears: What do they fear?

• Being taken advantage of again-The pain of having her land ripped from her and her people weakened by disease and murder will never leave her. No matter how far back in time she is thrown, no matter how much 'retribution' she is given for her grievances. Angeni will not forgive nor forget, lest she fall into the same traps again and again.
  
  
• Dying in a worse way than before-The death she had was peaceful for the most part, except for her not being able to move out of bed and just felt like everything was prolonged due to her people's will to survive, to go on living. However, even with their efforts, there was just too few of them left to really revive her, and those that weren't dying themselves had assimilated all too well into the New America's culture and people. She just didn't have the strength to carry on the way she was, and she doesn't want to die like that, or perhaps even violently, and will fight to survive much harder than she did before.
  
  
• Not being able to defend herself against any new foe that could come up.-Not seeing her siblings to the north, south or west makes her paranoid now, their nations, she had learned in the future, were much more organized that hers it seemed like. As well as more ruthless, so much so that Angeni fears that she won't be able to protect her people from them if they decide to come to take pieces of her land or try to enslave her or her people.
  
  

Personality:

Angeni doesn't like the taste of buffalo crap, and refuses to take it from anyone. Be it the tribes that she watches over, or even the new comers that had come to do nothing but rape and pillage her people and her land. Life wasn't something to take for granted nor was it easy, something that the long hours of harvesting and hunting had taught her as her people tried to carve a life out of nature that seemed to both want them to live there while not making it easier on them. Instead, she and her nations rose up strong, overcame their obstacles while trying to remain in balance with nature, and keep peace with the white man, which did not work very well for her nor her people.

Because of this, Angeni went from tough, strong, and mild-mannered towards those that seemed to just want to start a new life in her backyard into something bitter, angry, and fighting just so she and her people could survive and keep to the old ways. To respect what nature had given them and praise to the gods that had allowed them to live in the bounty of the harvests and of the animals that they were able to hunt. Instead of just going with whatever she was told to do, she fought harder for land, for rights for her people, her land, and her own frail existence. She remembered dying before any other nation, where even the frailest were just getting ill she was already on her deathbed, and that stung.

Certain situations will bring out her mild-mannerisms, such as working on traditional medicine or teaching the younger generation of her people the Old Ways that have helped their people survive on the continent much longer than the white man had been trying to kill them off. Trying to take whatever land that they could get out of her or her children. It is usually when only dealing with her nations that her compassion shows, and she'll sing songs of creation, of ritual, or just with the birds if she's feeling up to it, as the pollution and over exertion of her land makes her rather ill, where she will remember the days where she was stronger, where she wasn't as wary to make deals with those that brought them the guns and horse.

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Mother, are we flying through the universe?

are we dying through the universe?

Family: Sibling to the north, heads of the different tribes, as well as to the West of the Rocky Mountains and South into Mexico and South America. Most of which she hasn't heard from since they settled into their territories and started to care for their children. She also hears rumors about a few cousins that lives in the Gulf of Mexico, although she swears she has never met them.

Friends: Angeni considers the heads of her tribes as close to friends as she needs. She never had any other country to really deal with, and by the time that America became a country himself, she was just living in 'his house now' instead of him living in hers.

Rivals: Even though they are family, those that live to the South of her she doesn't want coming up to invade her lands, nor the tribes that live on the west coast. Angeni won't fight them unless they start something, but she will fight bitterly against them. Also, any white man that decides that her land is their land, she will chase off this time. She refuses to be weakened like she was before.

History:
(This...is going to be rather general considering all the tribes that live in the area west of the Rocky Mountains as well as those that go somewhat into Canada and Mexico. That and I may be something of a rp masochist, but not that large of one.)

Her first memory was traveling with her siblings across the strip of land that would later be called the Bering Straight, which would close off and trapping herself and her people off from those of Europe to develop and thrive on their own. Following the herds of mammoth, her and her people hunted and gathered, their new home somewhat more harsh and very much more wild than the other continents.

The climate slowly changed, but Angeni noticed that the herds were dying out, and those that replaced them were much smaller than their cousins. Also, her people were growing and thriving in the warmer climate, with water once trapped in ice becoming lakes and rivers for them to live in, and forests sprout up in permafrost that eventually thawed out to fertile soil that grew even more plants. Soon, they didn't have to follow the herds, at least those in the east. The tribes farther west still roamed the land, but it was much kinder than how she and her people found it all those years ago, and now had life instead of it being a frozen wasteland.

When the land became a bit more forgiving and the forests began to dominate the landscape, Angeni watched her people in the east settle down and begin to cultivate plants. It was also during this time that she learned her love for medicine, and learned how to navigate using the stars and sun in order to find a settlement here or a settlement there. Not that she wasn't already using them to navigate the southwards migration, but now it wasn't trying to find warmer weather or to follow the herds, now it was to find stationary settlements which was a bit of a change, but she could always run with those that followed the herds still on the plains if she ever felt a bit of nostalgia.

Life was peaceful for centuries afterword, the seasons coming and going while Angeni and her people became comfortable with the lands they were given, the ebb and flow of life beside nature something that Angeni wasn't even aware she was searching for but glad she found. Her people flourished, and there were battles, and some tribes becoming parts of others, which was the natural progression of things. Life was good, the land was bountiful, and she was thriving in the forests and running across the plains.

Then the white men came, in their large ships, after a plague swept through the Northeastern part of her tribes and they were just recovering. They were strange, did not respect the land as she and her people did, and spoke such strange languages. Stranger than those that seemed to visit much more north of her, what she considered her sibling's land, and these ones didn't turn back like those that had visited before. They were trying to stay, and Angeni had a mind to leave them be, telling her tribes to exercise caution. However, it wasn't enough.

Disease that no plant cured ripped through her and her tribes, mainly those in what is now North Carolina, from the Spanish looking for gold. While trying to deal with the disease, English started to come around, and two of her people were sent off to learn English and their ways from the Roanoke tribe. When the men returned, with white man in tow, she and the rest of the Roanoke tribe were curios, willing to accept the newcomers, but soon saw them as a drain on their land, and rebelled to where not one colonist escaped. Angeni was used to this kind of warning from her tribes, and thought little of it. However, when the leaders came back the next year, and started again, a warning was sent out to the inland tribes from the island, just in case something happened to where they would need to take action as well.

The second attempt to colonize the island went little better, with all the colonists again disappearing, even Angeni not knowing what happened to them, as she was dealing with some plains tribe's disputes at the time. However, even the Lost Colony didn't deter them, and they were back not even half a century later, as the Lost Colony allows for Jamestown to be settled and an investigation into what went on at Roanoke. The Spanish made a treaty with an different neighboring tribe to keep an eye on Jamestown, which Angeni did not like herself, but her tribes were rather independent from her, and knew what they were doing, or so she thought.

In the 1600's, many of her coastal tribes retaliated against the English that wanted to rule and own the land instead of leaving it be, like they did. Respecting it, honoring it, and thriving with it. There were other attacks, but not significant until the English started to invite their tribe leaders to treaty signings, which Angeni assumed she wasn't needed at, and were shot on sight. These attacks surprised Angeni, making her realize that these newcomers that had brought disease, alcohol, and new weapons to her lands did not come in peace. They came to own her, kill her people, and take the land for themselves. There were very few settlements that did not suffer from attacks, and those that did only escaped because of the diseases that would wipe entire tribes of her people out from existence.

In 1675, in what is now New England, some of her tribes rose up, and of 92 settlements, 52 are attacked and burned to the ground. However, the Native loss of life far outnumbered the settler's, as well as many of Angeni's people being taken for slavery and even going to the West Indies to be sold off for slaves. The one uprising that she could try to partake in was quelled before she could make it up there, having to deal with the Spanish in Florida, and she felt so much weaker for it. She knew that she would go into decline faster because of this, and most likely would never regain her strength, nor would her people, who were being persecuted for following the ways they had been for centuries.

The 1700's weren't kind to Angeni herself or her people either. With the growing colonist population, her people were being pushed into each others hunting and sacred grounds in some cases, causing conflict that she couldn't pacify. In 1763, a decree went out from England that told the colonists not to go into any lands that England did not own, and that those lands were for the natives, but that did not help the tribe's, nor Angeni's, unrest at the situation. The French and some of those in the Ohio basin were fighting over trade, which had her too focused on that conflict than whatever England tried to do to make right for her raped and pillaged tribes on the coast and throughout the eastern colonies. When the colonists rebelled against the English in 1776, she and her tribes joined the colonists in the fight. This was a bitter sweet war, since she was fighting for the country that she already lost against, but she was able to help defeat those that had initially oppressed her and signed her death warrant.

For Angeni, the 1800's were no better, and quite possibly the worst century that she had ever had to live through. With the wars, territory disputes, and the rising American government putting more and more pressure for her and her people to just die and disappear from the polite society that it was trying to build. The start of the 1800's she didn't mind. Lewis and Clark's expedition to find the west coast was mostly peaceful, with a few of the more wary tribes heckles rising but nothing truly violent came about. However, there were other wars, things that Angeni had to witness such as the first of the Seminole wars and the defeat of one of her tribes in the Indiana territory when the tried to rise up against the United States government. She cried when all of her people were pushed to the western side of the Mississippi River in 1830 and thought that some of her people would never see their lands again. They were forced onto reservations, although some went willingly, and would often be moved around so much and crowded that internal fighting would further separate her people, causing Angeni to become ever weaker.

Her people were even stripped of the right to vote, as they were told that they were not natural citizens in their own land, saying that they belonged to the tribes and therefore not legal citizens, which had some applying for citizenship while others stayed 'loyal' to their tribes, trying to live on the reservations and keep the peace, however there was rarely peace as tribes fought the Untied States Army on the plains and out beyond the Rocky Mountains, where her sibling resided. Not sure if they were even alive, and not really concerned with them, Angeni continued to focus on getting her people rights and land, where they could live freely, usually with the result being nothing but bloodshed and more restrictions put on them.

The 1900's at last held some relief, but Angeni was so weak now. Her blood diluted to the point that she could feel herself dying a little bit every day, by the curses that the English brought to her lands all those years ago. In 1924, Native Americans were recognized as citizens of the Untied States as well as to their tribes, allowing them finally the basic rights that protected those that fought and oppressed them. In 1933, the United States outlawed the sales of Indian Lands, which greatly helped with the fact that their reservation lands were already dwindling and this way, they stood protected and her people could finally breathe a sigh of relief, even though it was a quiet one, much quieter than it should have been.

The second world war, she and her Navajo tribe were able to help by speaking in their natural tongue as code, and even some of the language they used was coded to be sure that enemies would have a harder time trying to break it. It felt good to be useful, to not feel like she was dying a slow and painful death with every small or large outbreak that happened back not even a century earlier. She felt that recovery was possible, that she was finally being valued instead of pushed aside and crushed underneath the pressure of just trying to survive.


The 1960's, a time for social revolution brought Congress to act and restore tribal law to reservations, meaning that her people could govern their own people again. And in 1978, the religious freedom act was passed, giving Native Americans the right to practice their religions. That the rituals that had survived and passed down from the days where the air was clean and that she didn't know what a gun or a horse was could be practiced freely again. It brought tears to her eyes, the fact that she was finally getting somewhere. After all these years, she and her people were being recognized and finally being able to thrive, even though it seemed far too late, as most of her tribes were nowhere near the numbers they had been. And most likely never would be.

Nothing of true importance happened again until her people finally began to die out, those with true Native American blood being so diluted that they were more American than Native American. Angeni didn't want to die, it was painful and burned bitterly in her chest. She didn't even get to see the world spiral downhill, but instead died well before it due to her people disappearing. It hurt her heart that she wasn't able to see the land prosper, to see her people prosper again, and doubted that she would ever get another chance to redo this, the regret eating away at her.

Little did she know that a reset button was pushed, and this time, things were hopefully going to go differently.

RP Sample:

He said that as long as their alliance lasted, Cherokee feet would face east. Andrew Jackson, the man that had the trust of one of Angeni's most beloved tribes had said that to them, and they all had believed it. For Angeni, it meant that perhaps one tribe would be able to survive in her changing land, that there might be some more hope for the rest of them, but that did not seem to be the case. He lied like every other white man lied to her, lied to them all. Be it with a shot gun or a pen with a signature, they were betrayed yet again.

She used to cross the Mississippi River a lot in order to see her tribes in the Plains and in the forests that grew on this side, where the wild winds funneled up in strong storms every spring and punished those that did wrong during the winter months. But now, looking back across the river with the other Cherokee people, with all the other tribes forced to relocate once again because ever thought they were there first, even though this land was rightfully theirs, they did not have the technology nor the vast numbers of the United States government. It was unfair, and cramped over here, Angeni felt her stomach clenching already at the strain of shrinking again, she would most likely loose more weight again as well.

Landing on her knees on the muddy river side, she cried like she had never cried before, tears of frustration running down her face. How much longer would she have to suffer? How much longer would she have to watch her people step on each others toes while their land continued to be polluted, trampled on, and just taken over? It used to have room for all of them and more, but now it just seemed like soon, she would meet her sibling on the other side of the mountains, because there would most likely be the only way that she would be able to survive was with them, with their tribes if they were even alive anymore. It was all so frustrating, so infuriating, and all she could do was watch as her people were punished for living here first and not wanting to conform to the Eastern religions.

“I'll never forget this,” she screamed across the raging river, not sure if the turning backs of the army even heard her cries, but her children did, and mourned their lost lands with her. “I will never forget this and neither will you! You will cry the day we take back what is rightfully ours, what you never should have touched in the first place!”

Little did she know that she would be able to prove it to them one day, perhaps even changing events so much that those mortals that persecuted them would never be born.

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We are crying to you, Mother

are we dying through the universe

[ OOC ]

Name: Your resident Prussia

Age: 24 now...

Experience: A lot. We'll jut go with that.



Contact: Please to be stealing this from my Prussia app.


Anything else?: Jens Bjorneboe

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are we dying through the universe?

we are crying to you, Mother

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I really enjoyed the RP sample. It was beautiful and I can't wait to see what she will do!