by Sp00kEHours » Thu Jun 12, 2014 3:11 am
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Sima Name:
Noah
Gender:
Male
Brief Personality:
Noah isn't your average tribe boy, and anyone of the other Simas will happily tell you that. He isn't your stereotypical warrior; overly masculine, annoyingly dominant, and uncaring for the opinion of others. Quite the opposite actually, because Noah is very humble and a little submissive to the members that have earned his respect within the tribe. He also cares very much for your opinion, and is happy if you will share it with him so that he can understand and learn about how you think. Noah likes honesty, plain and simple, and focuses more on his duty than anything.
History/Homeland/Heritage:
Noah comes from a long line of female and male Simas that have lived in the area around Hiller Lake (the Pink Lake) in Western Australian for dozens of generations. He has grown very fond of Hiller Lake, and likes to sit by it but not to swim in the water. When his grandfather was alive, the older Sima informed him that swimming in the lake would be incredibly disrespectful to the beauty of the water and so, like his grandfather, Nova has taken on the task of keeping the other youths of his tribe from swimming in the lake. His tribe of Simas is known for the power they put behind their attacks, since all Simas are known to be skilled with their tails. Some of the members of the tribe aren't as strong as they are quick, and while this is frowned upon the Simas that are this way are still accepted fully and far from shunned. Going into the culture of his tribe, Noah would tell you that only Simas that have earned their right to accept a job and have earned respect to be viewed as more than just an arrogant youth receive beads to put in their manes. Noah earned his after going on a very long, very tiresome journey to get the tooth of the oldest crocodile in Hiller Lake, named Kubwa Jino, which is actually Swahili for 'giant tooth'. This name for the monster crocodile was given to the beast when a Sima from Africa migrated to the tribe to see the big beast for herself, since she was the shaman of her tribe and was looking for a sign from those she laid her faith in. She believed the crocodile was a sign that a fierce warrior would rise among the ranks of her tribe and gave the beast its name fourteen whole years before Noah was born. Since the shaman believed that it was a sign for her tribe and not the tribe Noah was born into, no one considered that there might be a fierce warrior among their own ranks. Ironically, Noah was born on the anniversary that Kubwa Jino was given its name.
Extra 1:
Noah drew a long, slow breath before looking around him to the familiar faces of those in his tribe, feeling a little silly but also nervous as he stood with the traditional warrior paint- his color a nice shade of red to go with his jewel in his tail- decorating his face and his body. Meaningful symbols such as the wise crane and the fearless crocodile were drawn onto his pelt before the elders stepped back, satisfied that they had sent the young male on a path to victory as the whole tribe, from the youngest to the oldest member, studied Noah with satisfied or nervous expressions. He lifted his head and held it high to try and bring pride to the blood of his ancestors that coursed through his veins, nodding in gratitude to each of the elder Simas before turning and beginning to walk toward the very lake that his grandfather had protected from swimmers intending to shame that beautiful lake by swimming in it: Hiller Lake. His stomach growled lowly, reminding the young male about the age old tradition of young Simas being sent to fight on an empty stomach so that they could prove to the tribe that even in the pain of hunger, they could be useful and serve towards the tribe's greater good. Briefly, he wondered who had started such a stupid tradition as sending a youth out into a life threatening situation without any food to bring him his strength, but then he recalled the proud look his parents had worn just moments ago. He'd never seen such proud expressions on his parents' features before, and he silently scolded himself for bringing shame to them by insulting the traditions of his tribe. His ancestors had to have had their reasons for making a tradition like that; they wouldn't have just sent a young Sima out to die....right?
The path to Hiller Lake seemed to take a lot longer than it ever had before, with twists and turns that Noah was sure hadn't existed before he had been sent out to get a tooth from the great crocodile. Perhaps he was already going mad from anxiety and from the fear of dying? He could briefly recall his grandmother saying that fear could do awful things to the mind of a warrior, but Noah wasn't a warrior yet and he had nothing to be afraid of so far, so he should be fine to continue with his task instead of returning back to the tribe empty handed and with his head hanging like a frightened pup. Noah, to soothe his nerves and try to get his warrior blood stirring within his veins, began to hum the very same song his grandfather would sing before there was to be a great battle, whether that battle was with another tribe, another species, or a battle within the tribe itself, his grandfather would always be ready to sing it. Gradually, even as he trekked down the worn out path and approached the oncoming battle, he began to feel less afraid of death and more excited about victory. Size may have been on the crocodile's side, but its only real weapons were its teeth and its tail- almost the same weapons that Noah had. Almost out of the blue, it seemed to the young Sima, the forest gave when and he was looking out at the beautiful pink waters of Hiller Lake, its surface completely still.
As much as Noah wanted to believe that this was going to be difficult, and that he might die before he returned home, he could almost be sucked in by the beautiful trap that was the peaceful surface of the lake. It just looked.....so beautiful- like there wasn't any way anyone could possibly be harmed there, or that it could be containing a monster sized crocodile that could swallow him home. With a soft snort, he looked around and tried to decide how he would go about this while the gears in his head quickly began turning so that he could try to figure a plan out. Crocodiles liked to eat, of course, and he knew just what to do to get. Turning towards an old rock that he use to sunbathe on when he was growing up, Noah smirked triumphantly at the sight of the three lizards he had caught and left out in the baking sun to cook. It wasn't the most efficient way to eat, but it worked and Noah was pretty content with grabbing one of those cooked reptiles and tossing it out onto the surface of the lake.
"Boy! Wha're you doin'?"
He recognized that voice; legends of an old Sima living out in the wilderness by herself had taught him of the way she talked when he was barely able to speak. Not to mention Noah had had a few encounters with her in his youth. "I'm earning my beads by getting Kubwa Jino's tooth," the youth growled out, puffing out his chest and making the old witch doctor laugh loudly before she approached him. The women was a collector of many things, without much of a care for beauty so her fur was usually caked with mud, dirt, and debris from the wilderness. Noah's brows furrowed in confusion at her laughter, and his lips curled over his teeth. "Why're you laughing, old woman?" Usually, he would never address an elder that way, but the witch doctor was....she was different, more of his friend than a superior.
" 's no such ting as a Kubwa Jino. Tat ol' shaman wa' mad. Seen it in 'er eyes," the old woman laughed harder when she was finished explaining, and Noah looked to see that his lizard was still floating on the surface of the lake. Surely a crocodile would have taken a free meal by now.
Noah's eyes narrowed and he felt a pained pinge in his heart at the thought of not getting his beads, and returning to the tribe with nothing at all. " 's a tooth you wan' 's a tooth you'll get," the woman muttered after a moment before approaching him directly, her head low but massive yellow teeth showing in a twisted grin. "Tis 'ere tooth 's nothin' to joke abou', boy," she fished a large tooth out of the bag that was nearly as dirty as she was and placed it at Noah's feet. " 's a croc's tooth if tere ever was one,." He hesitated to take the tooth, nodding to show his gratitude before bending down and carefully picking the tooth up with a spinning mind and a heavy heart.
What would he tell the tribe?
Extra 2:
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Sp00kEHours on Tue Jun 17, 2014 3:53 am, edited 2 times in total.
