Kiasyd [ Sophomore ]
Group: Mixed Blood
Member No.: 232
Joined: 17-May 11
Full Name: As part of her tribe's tradition, she's been given a new name for every new stage of her life, the last being Zhaagwaandaga'okwe. Goes by Naomi Redwater while at Worthington since that's easier to pronounce.
Age: 406 years old, turned at age 14.
Race: Mixed Blood
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Abilities & Misc:
Being a Kiasyd, Naomi doesn't have any psychic or telekinetic abilities like most other vampires, though she is immune to the powers of others that involve mental manipulation or mind reading.
Aside from her human form, she has the ability to shift into two different animals. The first animal she learned how to shift is a horse, and Ashley doesn't know much about horse breeds but in that form she's just a plain chestnut brown with no spots, markings, or other colors. Her second animal, one she's only learned how to shift only recently, is a raccoon.
As far as first impressions go, Naomi tends to come across as a serious type, responsible and mature, much too responsible and mature for the average teenager. That's not to say that she completely lacks of sense of humor or doesn't know how to have fun, it's just that her idea of a good joke or an enjoyable time is usually a lot different from most others.
She's stubborn. Hard set in her ways, once she makes up her mind about anything, there's not too many things in the world that can get her to change her tune. Extremely confident, she thinks highly of herself, though she isn't the type to think it gives her authority over anyone else and it doesn't necessarily mean she thinks lowly of others, unless they give her a reason to based on their behavior.
Respect is a pretty big thing with her. Even if she dislikes a person, she will still show them the same level of respect and consideration that she would friend, and to not return that respect is an easy way to get on her bad side. And don't assume that respect is the same as niceness with her. And don't assume that just because I said that means she's mean. Rather, she has no problem speaking honestly about how she feels about a situation or what she thinks of something without the sugar-coating. Whether that's good or bad really depends on you.
Given the way she was raised, Naomi is a very spiritual person and believes that every life, plant or animal holds value and purpose. Because of this, she doesn't kill or destroy things impulsively without reason just for the fun of it (not counting when she's in her in-between shifter state because, c'mon), and has a very hard time getting along with people that do. To her, vampires and humans are equal to each other and either is no better or worse than any other form of life in existence, which is about as far as she'll go into the politics of it all. She tends to like animals better than people anyway, so there.
Having been turned at only 14, Naomi never made it all the way through puberty. Standing at 5'1, she's almost completely flat-chested with an athletic, boyish figure. Her facial features aren't what you'd call delicate or dainty either; her nose is a little large, but fits her face thanks to her strong, almost masculine jaw and full lips. Her eyes are dark brown like her hair, which is naturally somewhat wavy and is worn long, hanging all the way down to her lower back.
Her posture isn't perfect but it's pretty damn close, and the way she carries herself commands as much respect as she gives to others. Outside of the school uniform, she tends to prefer dresses and skirts in loose and light fabrics to pants or anything form-fitting. On most days, she wears very little, if any makeup and never anything too bold, though she does like to wear beaded jewelry in both earth and vibrant colors as a display of her Native heritage.
When she was human, Naomi was part of a small tribe of Native Americans whose name has since been lost to everyone but her. Their language and blood was that of the Chippewa, but they had separated from them, moving farther west, farther north to follow their own path. According to legend the first chief, as a young man, had foolishly split off from his hunting party to look for a creature he'd glimpsed through the trees, only to find himself farther than he'd ever wandered alone and lost once nightfall hit. He was lost for almost a week until he finally found the creature he'd been looking for, an animal unlike any he'd ever seen, and that was what led him home.
He and a few others had seen the creature a few more times after that, sometimes in the same form as when he'd first seen it, other times in the form of a man (but still unlike any man seen before), always from a distance.
It was that first chief that was granted a vision that they were supposed to follow this creature who had once saved his life, that it was a spirit being meant to protect them. This led to him and a handful of others (a majority of who had also seen this creature at some point) leaving their group to form their own tribe. They wandered after the creature, moving when he moved, sometimes not seeing him at all but having to follow the tracks he left behind instead.
It was several years after this split from their original group when Naomi was born in the autumn of 1604, somehere in the wilderness of central Canada, one of nine children. Her early childhood was relatively uneventful and pretty normal, all things considered for the time and place, so I won't bother going into too much detail about that.
What's worth mentioning is the disappearance of a lot of the young men that would go out on hunts and never return. Over the years, there was always a couple here or there that would vanish without a trace for no reason, usually because they had wandered a little too far from the group. There were many explanations, some related to their supposed Spirit God and some not, but the point is in a tribe so small, a couple here or there over the years eventually became a big deal because that was less men bringing home food, less men to give women children to help the tribe continue.
The proposed solution was to give the Spirit God a female companion, one that would eventually give him many children. Whether they believed this literally, that those children would actually then become part of their tribe to replace the ones lost or if the act would just bless the tribe with better luck, more fertility is up for debate. The point is, it could've been any girl, but Naomi was the one chosen. Not because she was particularly special in any way, her name just happened to be the one an Elder called out after days of chanting, drumming, dancing, and asking for guidance from the spirits and such.
For those of you who don't believe in any of that stuff: Pure chance.
So there was a ritual, she was spiritually cleansed and dressed up in ceremonial wedding garb, and at age 14 was turned loose in the forest alone and sent to travel in the direction of where their Spirit God was believed to be. Except she had no idea what she was looking for, how long she'd have to look for it, or what would happen when she found it. She ended up wandering for almost a week, almost delirious from exhaustion and lack of food when she finally met what would be the Kiasyd that ended up turning her.
He first appeared to her as a horse, though she'd never seen one before, then later as a pale-skinned, blonde-haired, blue-eyed man, something else she'd never seen before. A European Kiasyd that had come over by ship before leaving the settlements and heading into the untamed land where others hadn't ventured yet, so there was a bit of a language barrier; he only spoke French. It took awhile, with mostly just hand gestures and frustration between the two, but Naomi was eventually able to communicate who she was and why she was sent to find him, showing him the gifts she'd been given to carry with her and take to him.
He tried to send her back at first, but Naomi refused. Not because she didn't want to go back home (she did) but because everyone had just sort of heaped a ridiculous amount of responsibilty on her and given her a purpose and she wasn't about to just head back home after everyone sent her off hoping that it would fix something. After several months had passed and he still hadn't been able to get rid of her, the Kiasyd finally turned her.
This turned out to be the worst thing one could possibly do for the good of a tribe slowly dwindling in numbers. Naomi's maker, a pureblood and already quite old by then had already learned some self-control; but with Naomi with him, those few disappearances here and there quickly became a lot more common, especially in the first few years before she managed to learn how to shift properly. They weren't the reason the tribe died out, mind you, that honor goes to the French traders they finally encountered in the late 1660's; by then their numbers were small enough that the diseases the Europeans brought with them wiped most of them out in the span of one year, the survivors eventually moved on and joined with another group.
There were many times after that when Naomi wanted to rejoin humanity; step in and intervene as more Europeans arrived, some friendly, some not so much, but all of them eventually taking what she believed didn't belong to them and destroying the ways of the native peoples as they went. But her maker was very set in making sure as a Kiasyd, that she learn and understand the teachings of Aldur; that the politics of men were no longer her concern. It was probably the hardest lesson of his that she ever had to learn, but she eventually learned it.
After that, she had an easier time staying away from humans, her and her maker staying mostly out of the way, always in remote areas where there were very few, if any people. Except as the years passed, there became fewer and fewer remote areas, more and more buildings. With them came more people, some of them hunters. It was in 2001 that a small group of them managed to kill Naomi's maker while she barely escaped.
She went after them. Followed one, who she'd assumed was the group's leader, back to his home, using her raccoon form (one she'd only recently learned, and the reason she'd been able to escape the hunters in the first place) to sneak around. Who knows, maybe while blinded by anger and pain at the death of the man who'd been in many ways her father and mate for centuries, she was planning to just kill the whole family out of revenge. Except she didn't. Let's blame the small child in the house. Naomi's always had a soft spot for the tiny and adorable, uncorrupted youth and was never able to have any of her own.
So she just killed the father instead. Not her proudest moment, since she usually is all about killing only if there's a need to, but as far as she was concerned, it was self-defense so shut up.
After that, she still stuck around the family, mostly because of the kid. Even as the kid got older and started his own training as a hunter. The family knew her as that raccoon that was always lurking around the yard, and after awhile they started leaving food out for her. In later years she was even allowed in the house and given her own collar, surprisingly tame for a supposed wild animal. But I guess after losing her maker she probably just really liked the idea of being included in a family, even if part of that family had been responsible for her loss in the first place.
Anyways, how she ended up at Worthington was, once this kid, the one training to be a hunter reached his teenage years, they decided to send him off there to be with other hunters. Naomi had overheard the conversation about the school, how there were also other vampires there too, so once the kid was shipped off there, she followed, partly because she was oddly protective of the boy after killing his father and then watching him grow up, but also because she had never had much contact with other vampires aside from her maker, so there was also the curiosity of it all. Upon arriving at the school, she decided to pose as a student rather than lurk the grounds in her animal form, since she figured she'd have an easier time exploring the ins and outs of the school that way.
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