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Name: Cherokee Lee Sandum
Age: 16 years
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: "wanna know about me? Okay then tune in, I'm a race car driver but a big Cherokee believer too. I love chocolate cake and cookies! My mum makes then for my tournaments all the time. I'm commonly gentle and outgoing, I'm Christian too. I would never mess around where I'm not supposed to be. I'm a clean boy and I'll hopefully stay that way for my life. I've never had a mate, but Lauren is my crush. Her mom Faith doesn't like me much, but I don't know why. I love watching the stars at night and nature is pure. I'm purebred my self, a special sima. I'm number 150 to be exact. My descendants, I have none.
My owner, neither. I'm always looking to read and drive. Recently I've been working on my speed and technique but that's another story. I love kits and pups of all kinds! It takes all for the world to go round! Everyone has a desire and dream, and mines to one day become famous with Lauren above everyone and thing in my world. I love girls, but most are my friends. Never would I dream of cheating, I'm a good bot and those don't come around as mix anymore. I'm a rare jewel in the ground, buried deep for no revenge to seek, sunlight none, soul bare, as old as ancient mysteries, beneath the beaten sod. I'm never weak and always determined. Never give up! Bravo!
History:
"I was a pup when I loved racing, my grey fantasies we by the moving cars. I wanted to be one ever since. My mind was set, so I buckled up for a drive of my life. My adventure starts when I was 6..."
"When I was born, my daddy died, of a race car accident. It was shortly after I was born, to be exact. My mom hurried and married another man, I didn't understand that he wasn't my real father, so papa stuck. He liked race cars, but not as much as my real daddy did. Mama told me so, but she didn't like to talk much about him. I guess it saddened her too much, too much to bare alone. Mama was a good girl, like me, except I'm a boy. When I was 3 I started going to the races, and watching them, wishing I was the one behind the wheel. My eyes would always grow big as they zoomed past me. I absolutely loved them, I guess it filled in the hole in my dad dying and all, it was the closest thing I could call my real daddy. When I was 4, I got a mini race car, plastic and small though. I loved it like it was the real deal, I drive it everywhere and bragged to every one about it. when I turned 5, I upgraded to a little bit bigger metal one. It was navy blue with black and white flames on the sides. It was one of the best memories I ever had. About age 11 I was entered in a real race, between some 15 and 17 year old Simas. I didn't win, but man told me losing was okay, that's what kept me going. Winning or losing, it was all fun and games! I enjoyed racing for te fun, not the medals after that. Now, I'm zooming passed kids who were like me, wanting and believing to become, one like many, a racer.
Cherokee tradition:

Burial System:
Cherokee traditionally buried their dead in the earth as they believed that the plants fed the animals, the animals and plants fed the people, and the people, at their death, should return to the earth and feed the plants. Burial usually took place the day after the person died.

Clothing:
Cherokee men once wore only a breechcloth and moccasins in warm weather. In colder weather they added leggings and a fringed hunting jacket. Chiefs and priests wore long, full cloaks made of feathers and feather caps (not the traditional and popular plains Indian headdress) or cloth turbans. The men shaved their heads, leaving a topknot (sometimes called a scalplock), which they allowed to grow long, and often their bodies and faces were tattooed. In warm weather women wore only a short skirt and added a poncho-like top during the winter. In the early 1800s,the Cherokee Tear Dress became the standard traditional fashion for Cherokee women, and the ribbon shirt is worn by men on special occasions. Both have become the standard "regalia" for Cherokee powwow dancing. Both the Ribbon Shirt and the tear dress are made from cotton calico.
The "tear" dresss is so called because in the old days, most Cherokee women didn't have scissiors, so they would "tear" a rectangle or square from a larger bolt of material. This dress style was in vogue during the Trail of Tears forced march, so the word "tear" can be pronounced either way, as in to "tear" the fabric, or Trail of "Tear" dress.
Women made the clothing, but men made the moccasins.

Allies:
Allied with Britain in the French and Spanish Wars, Fought on both sides of the Civil War.

Greetings:
Osiyo or 'siyo is usually translated as "hello" and it may be followed by Tohiju?-How are you? or Are you well?. One response is tohigwu-I am well. Wado is "thank you." Howa means all right, or okay. "Man" is asgaya; "boy" is achuja. "Woman" is agehyuh and "girl," agehyuja. "Cherokee Nation" is translated as Chalagihi Ayehli (or Jalagihi Ayehli), using the "Cherokeeized" version of the word Cherokee (with the place ending "hi") and the versatile word ayehli, which can mean "center," "soul," or "nation."

Cherokee Princess:
The only Cherokee princess is the modern kind appointed to represent the tribe for a year to act as a goodwill ambassador at parades, festivals, and other special events. Even then, this person officially holds the title of "Miss Cherokee," not "Princess." If you were told your great grandmother was a Cherokee princess, the information is incorrect. The Cherokee do not have a royalty system, (and never have) and chiefdoms are not hereditary.

Gender:
Male
Relationships:
Cherokee loves Lauren, unsure about their future... Her mother faith steps in. Cherokee doesn't know what to do, her mother doesn't like him... And there's no reason why.
Crush:
Lauren-Faiths and Ienzo's Daughter.
Story with crush:
Cherokee walked around town to see the wind flying in. His thick heavy pelt made it easy for him to stay warm. E shook as the wind spanked his face, bearing down on him. He pushed on. "Huh, huh, huh, huh," he continued.

Lauren waved goodbye at her mother and headed out, unwary of the wind coming. Orr there it was brisk and warm letting the sun shine through the leaves she continued. She stopped at her favorite puddle as the Lilly pads floated and the frogs croaked. She lapped up some water and headed back on the trail. Her feather bracelet dangling off her arm. Her tail was bare, it needed a bracelet or two. She sighed letting the warm ness heal her thin coat.

Cherokee heaved himself in an abandon store, it creaked as he stepped. The old door shut almost after he walked in. Cherokee snapped his mouth shut and jumped around seeing nothing but the rusty hinges on the door dangling. The place was mucky and hot. It was better then outside. The sawdust smell came with the darkness to his attention. "Hello?"

Lauren passed nightshift and 27. "Hello," she said politely. Nightshift groaned. 27 smiled,"hello darling," Lauren ignored Nightshifts rude behavior, as he was always this way. She passes some others like Candy. They all smiled and kept walking. Lauren kept her was high and continued.

Cherokee was on his way to the nascar race before the wind stirred up. By now they probably had canceled it due to weather issues. He sighed taking small steps around the room. "Ow!" He leaped as he stepped on a nail. His paw bleed and he licked it. "Ow, ow," he moaned, he had never cried over such a thing, and he wouldn't now. Cherokee guessed it was a work shop.

Lauren felt colder with her thin pelt. She trampled around as it seems to get colder and colder as time went on. She would stop to hear her self up in the mist of a tree hole. When the trees disappear was and a small abandon town appeared she swore there was heat somewhere. She stood under a tin roof shivering. Lauren whipped her tail around keeping the wind away.

Cherokee was sick of stepping on things, so he retreated outside where he saw faintly, a lovely fae. "Hello! Miss!" He called to the unknown female sima. Her tail swayed on the wind, ever so beautiful.

Lauren turned to see a big gruff male sima. She knew he ment no harm, after all he had called her miss. "Are you her to help!" She screamed over the roaring wind,"I could use some!" She stayed closer to the wall, as the wind drove her. She felt her face smack against the cold rusting meddle as she pryed herself off.

Cherokee tried to run, but the force of the air was too strong, he needed to get to her. That was for sure. He inched up until he could fully see her, he'd never met her before, but man! Was she a beauty! He was a east although...

Lauren inched up too grabbing his tail to heave herself closer. "I'm cold!" She whispered in the roaring wind. She liked up. And gasped. Her mind froze. Tornado.

Cherokee saw it too. It was a big brown dust Tornado. Big and round, spiral and swirling. Coming straight for them. He leaped into action grabbing Lauren and rolling into the woods landing head first. The tornado struck the abandon town and sucked all of it up.

Lauren hit her head, but it was better then nothing. She kept her life due to this brace sima.

Faith worried about her daughter as Candy told her about Lauren and how close the tornado was to where she was going.

Cherokee hoisted her up onto his back and ran as fast as he could for as long as he could. He ran into a cave until the very end of it. He set her down. "Are you okay!" He knew his own head spun, hopefully not hers.

Lauren looked confused before answering his question. "you saved my life! Of course I'm fine! Just my head," she have him a big lick and smiled.

Cherokee smiled bigger then ever and licked her back. He liked her a lot, just from what he knew.

Lauren stood up and shook letting dust fly off. She watched Cherokee copy her. "I'm Lauren," she smiled softly.

Cherokee blushed and repeated her again. "I'm cherokee,"

Lauren gasped, "you're that famous race car driver for nascar arnt you!"

Cherokee nodded. "Funny you know, do you watch it?"

Lauren smiled brightly and exitedly. "Of course I do!" She paused. "My mom hates it all though, she thinks it's boyish,"

Cherokee smiled. "Nonsense, here have this," he clipped a silver bracelet on her tail. "From me to you,"

Lauren looked at her tail, "really!" She loved it, so much he'd need take it off.

"Really," Cherokee said with trust in his voice. He took her home while Faith was at Candys house getting better reception for the news. He snuck a kids before she left.

Lauren started to like this guy, for him, not what he does. She swapped phone numbers and retreated inside telling her mom that she was home from her walk. Her mom came home later and was happy that she was safe. One thing she never old her, was her adventure with Cherokee. Cherokee never told anyone either, it was their little secret.

Race car goggles shot:


Sima in nature art:



My Simas and Tryout Simas:




I Lindsey. promise to love, use, and be very active with Cherokee.

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Name: Cherokee Lee Sandum
Age: 16 years
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: "wanna know about me? Okay then tune in, I'm a race car driver but a big Cherokee believer too. I love chocolate cake and cookies! My mum makes then for my tournaments all the time. I'm commonly gentle and outgoing, I'm Christian too. I would never mess around where I'm not supposed to be. I'm a clean boy and I'll hopefully stay that way for my life. I've never had a mate, but Lauren is my crush. Her mom Faith doesn't like me much, but I don't know why. I love watching the stars at night and nature is pure. I'm purebred my self, a special sima. I'm number 150 to be exact. My descendants, I have none.
My owner, neither. I'm always looking to read and drive. Recently I've been working on my speed and technique but that's another story. I love kits and pups of all kinds! It takes all for the world to go round! Everyone has a desire and dream, and mines to one day become famous with Lauren above everyone and thing in my world. I love girls, but most are my friends. Never would I dream of cheating, I'm a good bot and those don't come around as mix anymore. I'm a rare jewel in the ground, buried deep for no revenge to seek, sunlight none, soul bare, as old as ancient mysteries, beneath the beaten sod. I'm never weak and always determined. Never give up! Bravo!
History:
"I was a pup when I loved racing, my grey fantasies we by the moving cars. I wanted to be one ever since. My mind was set, so I buckled up for a drive of my life. My adventure starts when I was 6..."
"When I was born, my daddy died, of a race car accident. It was shortly after I was born, to be exact. My mom hurried and married another man, I didn't understand that he wasn't my real father, so papa stuck. He liked race cars, but not as much as my real daddy did. Mama told me so, but she didn't like to talk much about him. I guess it saddened her too much, too much to bare alone. Mama was a good girl, like me, except I'm a boy. When I was 3 I started going to the races, and watching them, wishing I was the one behind the wheel. My eyes would always grow big as they zoomed past me. I absolutely loved them, I guess it filled in the hole in my dad dying and all, it was the closest thing I could call my real daddy. When I was 4, I got a mini race car, plastic and small though. I loved it like it was the real deal, I drive it everywhere and bragged to every one about it. when I turned 5, I upgraded to a little bit bigger metal one. It was navy blue with black and white flames on the sides. It was one of the best memories I ever had. About age 11 I was entered in a real race, between some 15 and 17 year old Simas. I didn't win, but man told me losing was okay, that's what kept me going. Winning or losing, it was all fun and games! I enjoyed racing for te fun, not the medals after that. Now, I'm zooming passed kids who were like me, wanting and believing to become, one like many, a racer.
Cherokee tradition:

Burial System:
Cherokee traditionally buried their dead in the earth as they believed that the plants fed the animals, the animals and plants fed the people, and the people, at their death, should return to the earth and feed the plants. Burial usually took place the day after the person died.

Clothing:
Cherokee men once wore only a breechcloth and moccasins in warm weather. In colder weather they added leggings and a fringed hunting jacket. Chiefs and priests wore long, full cloaks made of feathers and feather caps (not the traditional and popular plains Indian headdress) or cloth turbans. The men shaved their heads, leaving a topknot (sometimes called a scalplock), which they allowed to grow long, and often their bodies and faces were tattooed. In warm weather women wore only a short skirt and added a poncho-like top during the winter. In the early 1800s,the Cherokee Tear Dress became the standard traditional fashion for Cherokee women, and the ribbon shirt is worn by men on special occasions. Both have become the standard "regalia" for Cherokee powwow dancing. Both the Ribbon Shirt and the tear dress are made from cotton calico.
The "tear" dresss is so called because in the old days, most Cherokee women didn't have scissiors, so they would "tear" a rectangle or square from a larger bolt of material. This dress style was in vogue during the Trail of Tears forced march, so the word "tear" can be pronounced either way, as in to "tear" the fabric, or Trail of "Tear" dress.
Women made the clothing, but men made the moccasins.

Allies:
Allied with Britain in the French and Spanish Wars, Fought on both sides of the Civil War.

Greetings:
Osiyo or 'siyo is usually translated as "hello" and it may be followed by Tohiju?-How are you? or Are you well?. One response is tohigwu-I am well. Wado is "thank you." Howa means all right, or okay. "Man" is asgaya; "boy" is achuja. "Woman" is agehyuh and "girl," agehyuja. "Cherokee Nation" is translated as Chalagihi Ayehli (or Jalagihi Ayehli), using the "Cherokeeized" version of the word Cherokee (with the place ending "hi") and the versatile word ayehli, which can mean "center," "soul," or "nation."

Cherokee Princess:
The only Cherokee princess is the modern kind appointed to represent the tribe for a year to act as a goodwill ambassador at parades, festivals, and other special events. Even then, this person officially holds the title of "Miss Cherokee," not "Princess." If you were told your great grandmother was a Cherokee princess, the information is incorrect. The Cherokee do not have a royalty system, (and never have) and chiefdoms are not hereditary.

Gender:
Male
Relationships:
Cherokee loves Lauren, unsure about their future... Her mother faith steps in. Cherokee doesn't know what to do, her mother doesn't like him... And there's no reason why.
Crush:
Lauren-Faiths and Ienzo's Daughter.
Story with crush:
Cherokee walked around town to see the wind flying in. His thick heavy pelt made it easy for him to stay warm. E shook as the wind spanked his face, bearing down on him. He pushed on. "Huh, huh, huh, huh," he continued.

Lauren waved goodbye at her mother and headed out, unwary of the wind coming. Orr there it was brisk and warm letting the sun shine through the leaves she continued. She stopped at her favorite puddle as the Lilly pads floated and the frogs croaked. She lapped up some water and headed back on the trail. Her feather bracelet dangling off her arm. Her tail was bare, it needed a bracelet or two. She sighed letting the warm ness heal her thin coat.

Cherokee heaved himself in an abandon store, it creaked as he stepped. The old door shut almost after he walked in. Cherokee snapped his mouth shut and jumped around seeing nothing but the rusty hinges on the door dangling. The place was mucky and hot. It was better then outside. The sawdust smell came with the darkness to his attention. "Hello?"

Lauren passed nightshift and 27. "Hello," she said politely. Nightshift groaned. 27 smiled,"hello darling," Lauren ignored Nightshifts rude behavior, as he was always this way. She passes some others like Candy. They all smiled and kept walking. Lauren kept her was high and continued.

Cherokee was on his way to the nascar race before the wind stirred up. By now they probably had canceled it due to weather issues. He sighed taking small steps around the room. "Ow!" He leaped as he stepped on a nail. His paw bleed and he licked it. "Ow, ow," he moaned, he had never cried over such a thing, and he wouldn't now. Cherokee guessed it was a work shop.

Lauren felt colder with her thin pelt. She trampled around as it seems to get colder and colder as time went on. She would stop to hear her self up in the mist of a tree hole. When the trees disappear was and a small abandon town appeared she swore there was heat somewhere. She stood under a tin roof shivering. Lauren whipped her tail around keeping the wind away.

Cherokee was sick of stepping on things, so he retreated outside where he saw faintly, a lovely fae. "Hello! Miss!" He called to the unknown female sima. Her tail swayed on the wind, ever so beautiful.

Lauren turned to see a big gruff male sima. She knew he ment no harm, after all he had called her miss. "Are you her to help!" She screamed over the roaring wind,"I could use some!" She stayed closer to the wall, as the wind drove her. She felt her face smack against the cold rusting meddle as she pryed herself off.

Cherokee tried to run, but the force of the air was too strong, he needed to get to her. That was for sure. He inched up until he could fully see her, he'd never met her before, but man! Was she a beauty! He was a east although...

Lauren inched up too grabbing his tail to heave herself closer. "I'm cold!" She whispered in the roaring wind. She liked up. And gasped. Her mind froze. Tornado.

Cherokee saw it too. It was a big brown dust Tornado. Big and round, spiral and swirling. Coming straight for them. He leaped into action grabbing Lauren and rolling into the woods landing head first. The tornado struck the abandon town and sucked all of it up.

Lauren hit her head, but it was better then nothing. She kept her life due to this brace sima.

Faith worried about her daughter as Candy told her about Lauren and how close the tornado was to where she was going.

Cherokee hoisted her up onto his back and ran as fast as he could for as long as he could. He ran into a cave until the very end of it. He set her down. "Are you okay!" He knew his own head spun, hopefully not hers.

Lauren looked confused before answering his question. "you saved my life! Of course I'm fine! Just my head," she have him a big lick and smiled.

Cherokee smiled bigger then ever and licked her back. He liked her a lot, just from what he knew.

Lauren stood up and shook letting dust fly off. She watched Cherokee copy her. "I'm Lauren," she smiled softly.

Cherokee blushed and repeated her again. "I'm cherokee,"

Lauren gasped, "you're that famous race car driver for nascar arnt you!"

Cherokee nodded. "Funny you know, do you watch it?"

Lauren smiled brightly and exitedly. "Of course I do!" She paused. "My mom hates it all though, she thinks it's boyish,"

Cherokee smiled. "Nonsense, here have this," he clipped a silver bracelet on her tail. "From me to you,"

Lauren looked at her tail, "really!" She loved it, so much he'd need take it off.

"Really," Cherokee said with trust in his voice. He took her home while Faith was at Candys house getting better reception for the news. He snuck a kids before she left.

Lauren started to like this guy, for him, not what he does. She swapped phone numbers and retreated inside telling her mom that she was home from her walk. Her mom came home later and was happy that she was safe. One thing she never old her, was her adventure with Cherokee. Cherokee never told anyone either, it was their little secret.

Race car goggles shot:


Sima in nature art:



My Simas and Tryout Simas:




I Lindsey. promise to love, use, and be very active with Cherokee.

Cherokee now belongs to Lindsey

[Lindsey.]

Wow! Thank you so much! *snuggles*

Cherokee- "a little air please..."

Ah, yes air. Haha.