- { Aʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ Usᴇʀ }
- Hi! I'm tiiedye., and I'm looking to own my 5th Sima. I hadn't planned on trying out for another Sima so soon, but I instantly fell in love with this guy when I saw him, and I knew I had to enter and compete for him.
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{ Sɪᴍᴀ Nᴀᴍᴇ }
Nootau
{ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ }
Male
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{ Sɪᴍᴀ Nᴀᴍᴇ }
Nootau
{ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ }
Male
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{ Bʀɪᴇғ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ }
Nootau is incredibly kind, and usually peaceful. However if one were to look deep within his eyes they would find a broken soul. Despite his orange jewel, Nootau is terrified of fire. He can’t even be around a lit candle without panicking. He tries to keep up-beat and find the silver lining in everything, no matter how good or bad. He has overcome being timid as a child, and is now rather outgoing. Due to childhood trauma, he occasionally blacks-out when under extreme stress. He has been told that he becomes incredibly violent in these episodes, but doesn't believe it.
Nootau is incredibly kind, and usually peaceful. However if one were to look deep within his eyes they would find a broken soul. Despite his orange jewel, Nootau is terrified of fire. He can’t even be around a lit candle without panicking. He tries to keep up-beat and find the silver lining in everything, no matter how good or bad. He has overcome being timid as a child, and is now rather outgoing. Due to childhood trauma, he occasionally blacks-out when under extreme stress. He has been told that he becomes incredibly violent in these episodes, but doesn't believe it.
- { Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ, Hᴏᴍᴇʟᴀɴᴅ, & Hᴇʀɪᴛᴀɢᴇ }
- Ah, so you want to know about me, then? Well, my name is Nootau, an Algonquian name meaning fire. Although, as I continue through my story you will come to realize why I resent the element my name represents… But we should start at the beginning, yes?
I was born into a small tribe nestled deep within a Minnesota forest lining Sand Point Lake. My mother gave me the name Nootau for my orange jewel, which holds the power of fire. I was the youngest of my siblings, having two older twin sisters who loved to treat me as their ‘doll’. My father was an incredible hunter and held a position of authority within our tribe. My sweet mother, she was the best cook in all of our tribe. Even the other families were envious of the bountiful feasts she could produce all on her own.
And me? Well, I’m not ashamed to admit I was a bit of a Mama’s boy. I would stick to her side as much as possible, choosing to be with her than play with the other kits. Although, Mama usually frowned upon this. Sometimes my sisters would be successful in dragging me away. They would tie up my hair in braids and bows and treat as their baby or use me along with their hand-made dolls to enact some sort of story of their creation.
As I aged my father became increasingly disappointed in how his only son was turning out. He wanted me to be a great hunter like he was, but I just lacked the talent. I would always mess up somehow, either by making too much noise, being too slow, or accidentally injuring myself. Eventually my father stopped bringing me on his hunting trips. I felt a little left out when I watched the other kits my age going off to hunt with their fathers, but I also felt relieved. On these days I would spend as much time with my mother as possible, helping her prepare food for dinner.
Our home was a small hut with no doors and few rooms. I shared a room with my two sisters. I felt lucky because we slept in bunks that were built into the wall, and I got the bottom bunk all to myself, while my sisters shared the top bunk. My sisters called me strange for the way I slept, completely bundled in blankets, even covering my head.
One night I awoke to the sound of screams and the smell of smoke. In a panic, I jumped out of bed and called for my sisters. The smoke in our room was unbearable, and it was thicker higher up in the room. I was still too small to reach the higher bunk, and I couldn’t see them through the smoke. I heard my mother’s voice as she burst into the room. She saw I was safe for the time being and checked on my sisters. They wouldn’t wake up. My mother grabbed me and began to run, abandoning my sisters and the hut. I didn’t understand, and began to cry. Later I would realize that they had already passed on, dying of smoke inhalation.
As we exited the hut, I noticed many things. Our home’s roof was engulfed in flames, and many other huts were worse off. Some of them were already completely burned down. Everyone was running into the forest, abandoning their homes just as we had.
The forest was not our salvation, however, as the flames were spreading faster than my mother and I could run. I could see the flames chasing us as smoke filled my lungs and the sound of my mother’s coughing filled my ears. The sound of trees cracking and falling due to the burning was terrifying. All I wanted at that moment was for the fire to be gone and for us to stop running. I started to slow, fatigued, but my mother would not let us stop.
”You must not stop Nootau!” she called to me, pushing me on. And so we continued on, heading in the direction of the shore, hopefully to the water’s safety. But hope was short-lived, and crushed with a loud crack and the earth shaking beneath me. Turning, I found my mother stuck beneath the trunk of a burning tree. ”No Nootau! Do not stop! Keep going… please… please be safe… please live…” he voice was hoarse and soft, barely audible over the overwhelming sound of the burning forest around us. No matter how much I protested, she continued adamantly that I leave her. I sobbed and babbled incoherently, but she simply smiled. ”You make me so proud Nootau. I will watch you flourish from above. I love you,” she spoke with her dying breath, the light fading from her partially closed eyes. I cried and fled, the word “Mama” repeatedly bellowing from my throat.
Only minutes later I reached the safety of the shore. She was so close, and yet… I retched at the thought before passing out in the sand.
A couple days later I returned to the decimated remains of our tribe. I found other members sifting through the burnt remains, searching for survivors in the ash. There were none. I later found out that my father had died in the collapse of our neighbor’s hut as he attempted to rescue their two young kits from the flames.
The remainder of our tribe mourned together over our deceased. Everyone was given traditional funerals, even if their remains were only partial. As our tribe began rebuilding, another family took me in. They took good care of me, but it was not the same.
Once I was old enough, I left the tribe. The tribe held an incredible farewell ceremony, and wished me well on finding my destiny. Now I journey to lands that are not my own, constantly traveling, constantly on the search for where I truly belong.
- { Nᴏᴏᴛᴀᴜ's Jᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟ }
- 06/10/20XX Entry #1
- Hey so. I just got this new journal, this is my first entry. My last one was full. It's been a year now since I've left the homestead, and I still don't know where I belong. I've been to a lot of places, though, and I really am enjoying this journey. I'll be in the city soon. I hope I meet some interesting characters. Well, I guess that's all for today.
- So, I met this interesting Sima today. His name is Unmei, and he seems to be incredibly smart. He says he's studying to become a history teacher. Isn't that interesting? I don't know much about history, other than the history of my own tribe. He told me his name means destiny. It can't be a coincidence, since I'm trying to find my own destiny, I guess. He was really nice, we talked for a few hours just sitting around in the park. He seems like a good guy, I hope we can be friends... but I guess that would be hard, since I'm always on the move and don't stay in one place too long. Anyways, we said we would meet up for lunch tomorrow. I'm a bit excited. Well, that's it for today.
- Today was... weird, to say the least. I met up with Unmei for lunch. It was light, and the conversation was pleasant. We went for a walk afterwards, and I guess that's where the trouble started. Unmei accidentally bumped into another Sima, and knocked him back. An argument ensued, and it quickly got out of hand. The guy even threatened to hurt Unmei! He grabbed Unmei and... and.. I don't remember. I must have blacked out again. It's been happening more often now.
Anyways, when I woke up I was in Unmei's home, and I hurt all over. After looking around I saw the other Sima as well, holding a bag of ice over a swelling cheek. Unmei explained that we had gotten into a fight, but I don't believe him. The other Sima introduced himself as Louis, after much glaring and grumbled curses. Unmei treated both of our wounds, but I'm not sure why. Louis was the one who attacked him after all... it doesn't really make sense to bring your attacker home, right? I guess he's just a genuinely nice guy.
Before Louis left he challenged me to a rematch. I don't really understand why, since I don't even remember fighting... I'm a peaceful guy anyways! I would never hurt someone else... right? Ah, anyways, Louis claimed that he needed to settle our score, and that he was looking forward to our next brawl... I guess that's his way of saying "See you later" or something...
- I'm at a port-town now, not far from the city I met Unmei in. I promised that I would come back and visit him (and avoid Louis) but it was time for me to get moving. It's summer, and quite warm. I think I'll go to the beach tomorrow.
- Going to the beach was... well, not quite the good idea I thought it would be. I stumbled upon some smugglers, or I assume they were smugglers. I was walking down an abandoned part of the beach and stumbled upon this beautiful cove when they found me. I guess I had wandered too close to their hideout or something.
Thankfully the beach wasn't quite as abandoned as I hand thought. The smugglers had tied me up and dumped me in a small cave that was slowing filling with water from the rising tide. I began to panic, but before I could freak out too much, another Sima showed up. She untied me and we waded to the shore. She was cautious and kept and eye out for the smugglers until we reached a more populated area of the beach. She introduced herself as Emma. She was dressed strangely, almost like a pirate. After taking in my new surroundings I turned to thank her, but she was already gone. She had left as quietly and quickly as she had come. I hope I run into her again some day so that I can thank her.
- I traveled to a small village surrounded by thick forest. The only way in or out is by train. The forest reminds me of home. I decided to do some exploring, and found myself on a clearing lining a cliff. The view was wonderful, overlooking the ocean. By the time I had gotten there it was mid afternoon, and I wasn't alone. There was another Sima there, enjoying the scenery and pure nature. He seemed rather quiet and reserved, but I eventually was able to pry a name from him, Bounty. Our conversation was simple, mostly small-talk. We didn't talk much, and didn't delve into anything personal, but I think we were both appreciative of the company. Bounty left once the sun had set, but I decided to stick around. There's nothing better than sleeping under the stars, anyways. Well, time to turn off this flashlight and get some rest.
- I decided to sneak my way onto a train passing through that small village. I shared a cart with some sheep, and it was an interesting ride to say the least. I almost got caught once by the attendants, but I managed to hide in the haystack. Deciding not to push my luck, I jumped off at the next station after that.
I ended up in a decent sized old-timey town. The roads were all cobblestone rather than paved, and the buildings all had a rustic feel to them. There were a bunch of specialty shops, and there seemed to be no mass-produced products anywhere within the town. In the town center there was this beautiful fountain. This seemed to be the center of activity. I sat on a bench to rest my feet momentarily, and found myself pulled into a conversation with a young kit. It turned out that she was a traveler as well. Her name was Nuttella, and we talked for hours about places we had visited and things we had discovered on our journeys. It was a relief to be able and sit and talk with someone who shared the same interest in travel as I did. We finally said our goodbyes as the sun began to set and the crowd began to thin. I hope that out paths cross again, someday.
- Today was just... I don't even know... My journey led me to another city, much different from the town I was in a week ago. This city seems to be on the cutting edge of technology. Everything is about the here and now, what's in and what's out. I was just walking down the street when I found myself in a crowd of giggling girls. Upon further inspection, I found they were all crowding around one Sima in particular. He was dressed in the most "in" fashion, and I could see and hear the cameras going off ans he indulged his fans. Or, at least I assume that's what he was doing. I asked the girl next to me who he was, and she gave me this awful look. Just the way she eyed me made me feel insignificant. But she answered my question at least. He was the model named Quaver. I'd never heard of him before, but I don't care much for fashion, so I guess it's not a surprise. I think he spotted me in the crowd. He had this egotistical sneer on his face, and I felt it was directed at me. The whole experience just made me feel so drab... for about ten seconds. I just shrugged off the feeling and left. I am who I am, and he is who he is. We are different, but neither of us are "wrong".
- I had that awful nightmare again last night... The one of the night of the fire... I haven't had it in so long, but now it feels as if that horrible night years ago was just last night. Every time I have that nightmare, it opens up the old wound in my heart left by my families death. I was sitting on the sidewalk early this morning, hours after the nightmare. I couldn't move, even as the world was beginning to wake up around me, getting ready for the day. I was sure my tears were silent, but a soft, concerned voice drew my attention away from the ground. Without even knowing me, this young teen sat beside me and comforted me. She was gentle and caring, and sat with me quietly until I was ready to talk. And once I was ready, she listened with a sad smile, and comforted me once I was done. She treated me as if I was her old friend, rather than some stranger. Lacey was her name, and she invited me to breakfast after I had cheered up some. I told her about my travels, but she was rather reserved with her own personal life. But that was fine, I immensely enjoyed myself anyways. I have to admit, she's probably one of the sweetest souls I'll ever meet on my journey.
- I'm camping out on a nature trail tonight, right by a small lake. The fireflies are out, it's beautiful. I still haven't found that place where I feel like I truly belong. I find myself wondering how the tribe is doing more often now. Maybe in a few months I'll go and visit... But it just doesn't feel right going back yet. I feel like I should find where I belong first. In my heart, I feel like it would be wrong for me to go home when I haven't even found who I really am yet. Oh well... I'll see where I am in a few months, and decide then. I guess there's no reason to be looking so far ahead, when I don't even know where I'll be tomorrow. Well, I better get some sleep. I have a long journey ahead of me.
