Umialik
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Nuliaqpak
Shila- Female- 31 years old- Human
Appearance: Shila stands about 4’ 11” tall and weighs around 110lbs. From the top of her head her hair reaches her knees and is a pure black color, although her hair is course. Her eyes are small and of amber color, set above high cheek bones which flow to a small nose and full lips. Her chin is decorated with thin strips of lampblack. Following her down her neck to wide set shoulders to perky breasts to muscular arms then to rough but small hands. Down her chest and stomach is her wide set hips down muscular thighs and calves, to small rough feet. She typically keeps her tied into braids atop her head and rarely lets it down. She only ever lets it down to redo her braids.
Personality: Shila does not smile very much but shows her happiness in her eyes. Her eyes twinkle when she is happy or finds something amusing. Her laughs are silent and her nose wrinkles when she giggles or laughs. Also when she is happy she tends to be more physical with others, touching their arms or hands, being more physically close.
As for angry or sad she typically reserves herself, closing herself off physically from others and gives others a wide berth. She typically doesn’t meet anyone’s eyes when she is said and typically does her duties without much expression or response to others. When she is angry however she does everything quickly and almost halfhazardly, typically not caring what others say or think of her.
Her favorite thing though is to play with the children or to teach young girls how to mend clothing. She enjoys spending time with others even though she cannot talk she enjoys listening to others talk. She especially enjoys sitting in on the Angatquq’s lessons to the younger children. Sometimes she’ll sit with her eyes closed, just listening. This extends past the human voices and into nature. She loves waking up early and listening to the nature around the camp before others rise.
However she fears being alone in the wild or alone at all. She does not have much family, her aunts have died and only her cousin is left. She treasures her cousin and sees him much like her brother. She wishes to soon have her own children and typically hover around the newborn babies and their mothers.
History: Shila was born in a small Inuit tribe that consisted of her parents, her paternal grandparents, her aunts and uncles and cousins. This tribe held around a dozen members and the group was closely knit. Recently there was a dispute among another family group which caused theirs to move out of the tribe to travel on their own. At the age of ten however her paternal grandparents died and her father succeeded the position as Umialik, her mother Nuliaqpak.
At the age of twelve the tribe met with their previous tribe and made peace. The small family group rejoined the tribe after nearly fifteen years of being a part. The fact that they survived that long without a large family group impressed the tribe and her parents received great remarks among the higher members. Soon though they were to travel again, following the caribou to where they would birth the new calves. As they were traveling, Shila’s family group took the back of the tribe. They carried what they needed on their backs as they walked among the thick forest. At this time Shila was now thirteen years old and coming into womanhood and was being closely trained by her mother.
As they were traveling her mother was giving her a lecture about the proper ways to make a new home once they found a place to settle. Shila was paying close attention to her mother not because she was interested in what she was saying but she found her mother’s voice to be the sweetest sound. Also at the time her mother held a new child upon her back, the small infant was Shila’s new baby brother. The child slept through most of the journey however when night approached the child began to stir and cause a fuss. The mother tried to hush the baby but the baby cried more. Eventually the mother and Shila lagged behind the rest of the group without realizing it.
The crying infant had attracted unwanted attention from a very cranky bear. The bear came tumbling at Shila and her mother with a large roar. Shila thinking back to this believed the bear was just trying to scare the three off and meant no actual harm. That was until the men turned around, weapons ready and attacked. Shila’s mother and herself ran towards the males as the males ran at the bear. The bear attacked the group while Shila watched in horror as the bear charged the group, slashing at her father and uncles, bulldozing her mother down. Shila had fallen back, mostly unscathed except for a broken wrist. Shila backed away, horror in her eyes as the bear took down her father, her uncle while her mother lay unconscious, the babies cry no more. The rest of the tribe came to their rescue. The bear was brought down but they lost five members that night. Shila’s mother, father, two uncles, and her younger brother. Her aunts took her in but sense that day Shila has not spoken a word.
Shila grew up learning from her Aunts although she refused to speak. She expressed her words through her actions and creations. She became viewed as a delicate flower among the tribe because she always brought joy to their hearts, she was always giving and made little luck bracelets for the hunting party. She caught the attention of the Umialik when she became older, and he courted her. She said yes after several seasons of playing with him, not willing to give into him right away. During this time the tribe was happy and healthy, having settled into an area after the death of her family. When she accepted the Umialik she was 25 years old. The Umialik was named Taqukaq which meant "Grizzly Bear" and was several years her older, at the ripe age of 32 years old. He was very dear to Shila and she loved him quite a lot. However after five years of a happy marriage and one beautiful son a famine plagued their tribe. Soon she was unable to care of her child and he was one of the first to go, he was only two and his name was Nannuraluk after the white bear (polar bear). A year later her husband and cousin both died as well, her husband was to weak when he left for a hunting trip and died on the journey. Her cousin perished from being sick, his body was to weak to fight off the chill and died while he slept. The only family she was left is Tapeesa, a beautiful she-dog that was a gift to her for becoming the Nuliaqpak. The dog is of a breed that resembles a wolf but is not bred from any, Tapeesa is pure white except for facial markings that are brown and black around the eyes that come to tips at her cheeks, this look giving the appearance that she is wearing a mask. The she-dog is very loving much like Shila but is particularly lazy and will mostly be found lounging around campfire or inside homes. On rare occasion she is spotted playing with children though.
Habits: Shila has a habit of pouting when she is upset, without her even realizing it. She also has a habit of licking her lips when she is nervous.
Strengths: Shila is extremely kind and very accepting of everyone. She is also extremely gentle. She is also always very forgiving.
Weaknesses: She cannot use her voice and cannot make noises which can be very dangerous if she needs help. She is also extremely small meaning she is not as strong as others in her tribe.
Appearance: Shila stands about 4’ 11” tall and weighs around 110lbs. From the top of her head her hair reaches her knees and is a pure black color, although her hair is course. Her eyes are small and of amber color, set above high cheek bones which flow to a small nose and full lips. Her chin is decorated with thin strips of lampblack. Following her down her neck to wide set shoulders to perky breasts to muscular arms then to rough but small hands. Down her chest and stomach is her wide set hips down muscular thighs and calves, to small rough feet. She typically keeps her tied into braids atop her head and rarely lets it down. She only ever lets it down to redo her braids.
Personality: Shila does not smile very much but shows her happiness in her eyes. Her eyes twinkle when she is happy or finds something amusing. Her laughs are silent and her nose wrinkles when she giggles or laughs. Also when she is happy she tends to be more physical with others, touching their arms or hands, being more physically close.
As for angry or sad she typically reserves herself, closing herself off physically from others and gives others a wide berth. She typically doesn’t meet anyone’s eyes when she is said and typically does her duties without much expression or response to others. When she is angry however she does everything quickly and almost halfhazardly, typically not caring what others say or think of her.
Her favorite thing though is to play with the children or to teach young girls how to mend clothing. She enjoys spending time with others even though she cannot talk she enjoys listening to others talk. She especially enjoys sitting in on the Angatquq’s lessons to the younger children. Sometimes she’ll sit with her eyes closed, just listening. This extends past the human voices and into nature. She loves waking up early and listening to the nature around the camp before others rise.
However she fears being alone in the wild or alone at all. She does not have much family, her aunts have died and only her cousin is left. She treasures her cousin and sees him much like her brother. She wishes to soon have her own children and typically hover around the newborn babies and their mothers.
History: Shila was born in a small Inuit tribe that consisted of her parents, her paternal grandparents, her aunts and uncles and cousins. This tribe held around a dozen members and the group was closely knit. Recently there was a dispute among another family group which caused theirs to move out of the tribe to travel on their own. At the age of ten however her paternal grandparents died and her father succeeded the position as Umialik, her mother Nuliaqpak.
At the age of twelve the tribe met with their previous tribe and made peace. The small family group rejoined the tribe after nearly fifteen years of being a part. The fact that they survived that long without a large family group impressed the tribe and her parents received great remarks among the higher members. Soon though they were to travel again, following the caribou to where they would birth the new calves. As they were traveling, Shila’s family group took the back of the tribe. They carried what they needed on their backs as they walked among the thick forest. At this time Shila was now thirteen years old and coming into womanhood and was being closely trained by her mother.
As they were traveling her mother was giving her a lecture about the proper ways to make a new home once they found a place to settle. Shila was paying close attention to her mother not because she was interested in what she was saying but she found her mother’s voice to be the sweetest sound. Also at the time her mother held a new child upon her back, the small infant was Shila’s new baby brother. The child slept through most of the journey however when night approached the child began to stir and cause a fuss. The mother tried to hush the baby but the baby cried more. Eventually the mother and Shila lagged behind the rest of the group without realizing it.
The crying infant had attracted unwanted attention from a very cranky bear. The bear came tumbling at Shila and her mother with a large roar. Shila thinking back to this believed the bear was just trying to scare the three off and meant no actual harm. That was until the men turned around, weapons ready and attacked. Shila’s mother and herself ran towards the males as the males ran at the bear. The bear attacked the group while Shila watched in horror as the bear charged the group, slashing at her father and uncles, bulldozing her mother down. Shila had fallen back, mostly unscathed except for a broken wrist. Shila backed away, horror in her eyes as the bear took down her father, her uncle while her mother lay unconscious, the babies cry no more. The rest of the tribe came to their rescue. The bear was brought down but they lost five members that night. Shila’s mother, father, two uncles, and her younger brother. Her aunts took her in but sense that day Shila has not spoken a word.
Shila grew up learning from her Aunts although she refused to speak. She expressed her words through her actions and creations. She became viewed as a delicate flower among the tribe because she always brought joy to their hearts, she was always giving and made little luck bracelets for the hunting party. She caught the attention of the Umialik when she became older, and he courted her. She said yes after several seasons of playing with him, not willing to give into him right away. During this time the tribe was happy and healthy, having settled into an area after the death of her family. When she accepted the Umialik she was 25 years old. The Umialik was named Taqukaq which meant "Grizzly Bear" and was several years her older, at the ripe age of 32 years old. He was very dear to Shila and she loved him quite a lot. However after five years of a happy marriage and one beautiful son a famine plagued their tribe. Soon she was unable to care of her child and he was one of the first to go, he was only two and his name was Nannuraluk after the white bear (polar bear). A year later her husband and cousin both died as well, her husband was to weak when he left for a hunting trip and died on the journey. Her cousin perished from being sick, his body was to weak to fight off the chill and died while he slept. The only family she was left is Tapeesa, a beautiful she-dog that was a gift to her for becoming the Nuliaqpak. The dog is of a breed that resembles a wolf but is not bred from any, Tapeesa is pure white except for facial markings that are brown and black around the eyes that come to tips at her cheeks, this look giving the appearance that she is wearing a mask. The she-dog is very loving much like Shila but is particularly lazy and will mostly be found lounging around campfire or inside homes. On rare occasion she is spotted playing with children though.
Habits: Shila has a habit of pouting when she is upset, without her even realizing it. She also has a habit of licking her lips when she is nervous.
Strengths: Shila is extremely kind and very accepting of everyone. She is also extremely gentle. She is also always very forgiving.
Weaknesses: She cannot use her voice and cannot make noises which can be very dangerous if she needs help. She is also extremely small meaning she is not as strong as others in her tribe.
Angatquq
Tomkin (means ‘home of the spirit’)- Male - 34 years - Human
Appearance: Tomkin has a wide, rounded face and a broad, appealing nose. His eyes are ultimately warm, possessing the hue of molten milk chocolate. They are almond shape, and his eyes are always in a good natured squint. He has a small amount of facial hair, with some small amount of scruff along his jaw and above and around his lips. His eyebrows are very bushy and thick. Most of his black hair on his head is shorn into a short cut, leaving only the entire back portion of his hair long. This long portion is always put into a braid. His skin is rather dark, and it matches his eyes well. He has a lot of muscle for a Shaman, though is not outstanding in height- about 5’7”. His clothing consists of various wolf and bison pelts, traded down from his great-great grandfather. He constantly wears a necklace with a whittled wooden pendant of a seal, his favorite animal. The necklace’s length consists of long, interwoven hairs from a women’s head.
Personality: Tomkin is eccentric, to say the least. Being the Shaman of the tribe, he is often needed to tell stories to the young ones and to spiritually direct those who need guidance. He loves storytelling, so much so that he will animate his words with actions. When telling his stories, he will dance around, change his voice, and wave his arms wildly- anything that will get the point across. He normally does this with a smile on his face, for the effects his actions have on children amuses him so. As a tribe member, he can be a jokester and is very easy to approach. He welcomes everyone, even the grumpy ones, with a smile, and will invite any member of the tribe into his small little home for casual chat. He is very good at following orders until it clashes with the beliefs that he preaches. It is only at that point that Tomkin will put up any sort of fight. Otherwise, he will roll with every punch, and will allow children to walk all over him if it makes them happy. He has a bit of a weak spot for women, and is known to be a good-natured flirt. However, he has upmost respect for women, and will never intentionally make females uncomfortable. If allowed, he will talk someone’s ears off, but during stressful, sad moments, he is the ultimate comforter. His amount of empathy is large, and he would do anything to cheer ones spirits, be it with cuddling, jokes, or gifts. Being a people person, he does not do well with physical conflicts, and will not physically fight with anyone, ever.
History: Despite Tomkin’s pleasant personality, his history is rather dark. As a young child, he grew up in a separate tribe, one that was large, wealthy, and secluded. His parents weren’t special, one was a hunter, the other, a healer. His father had some sort of mental issues, including anger management problems. Tomkin, being very charismatic, always poked and prodded his dad with jokes. His father, if in one of his moods, would begin to grow irritated. He would eventually snap and hit Tomkin, though would not normally go farther than that initial contact. Tomkin grew fearful of his father, and began spending most of his time with the tribe’s shaman, who was always an accepting person. This is where Tomkin learned of everything that he knows.
One night, his father came back with troubling news- a famine was spreading through the lands, and one of his brothers in another tribe was claimed by it. His eyes were boiling with tears and misplaced anger. Tomkin was the first person that he saw after learning the news, and thought nothing of giving him a good beating to get out his anger. It wasn’t like it was out of order in his opinion. He beat the young Tomkin nearly to a pulp. Tomkin received multiple scars, and to this day still wears them, though under his clothes. The only visible thing is a nick on his forehead, where his father’s scrambling fingernails had cut out a chunk of skin.
Tomkin’s mom was absent mostly through all of this- healing was her life and it really consumed her. She took her time to heal her own son, and it was almost the only time that she would spend with him. Once he was healthy enough to move well, Tomkin left one night, never to return. He didn’t know if he could survive under his father’s shadow. That is where he found his current tribe, at the age of 15. He turned 18 and received his dog, like all 18 year olds do. The dog died shortly after he got him. It wasn’t until Tomkin was 25 that he got a new dog. He named the dog Keelut, which means ‘evil earth spirit with the appearance of a dog.” Keelut is a nasty malamute type, and is rather old and grumpy. Keelut will bite at children’s fingers and will growl at Tomkin if he attempts to cast his joking manner towards him. Tomkin still loves him none the less, and will cuddle him often despite his growls.
Habits: Tomkin will smile constantly, either genuinely or to cover some deeper emotion. He will also ruffle Keelut’s fur to annoy the mutt.
Strengths: Tomkin is talented in defusing situations and can normally make everyone at least smile, if not laugh. He is a wonderful storyteller. Quite the flirt, he usually has the abilities to attract women, though his flirting usually just leads into a close friendship, and nothing more.
Weaknesses: Tomkin does not have any fighting or hunting skills, and cannot physically provide for the tribe. Also, he is rather clumsy, and often trips on random things. He can express his happy emotions, but he will be less than truthful if someone tries to pry into his real feelings.
Appearance: Tomkin has a wide, rounded face and a broad, appealing nose. His eyes are ultimately warm, possessing the hue of molten milk chocolate. They are almond shape, and his eyes are always in a good natured squint. He has a small amount of facial hair, with some small amount of scruff along his jaw and above and around his lips. His eyebrows are very bushy and thick. Most of his black hair on his head is shorn into a short cut, leaving only the entire back portion of his hair long. This long portion is always put into a braid. His skin is rather dark, and it matches his eyes well. He has a lot of muscle for a Shaman, though is not outstanding in height- about 5’7”. His clothing consists of various wolf and bison pelts, traded down from his great-great grandfather. He constantly wears a necklace with a whittled wooden pendant of a seal, his favorite animal. The necklace’s length consists of long, interwoven hairs from a women’s head.
Personality: Tomkin is eccentric, to say the least. Being the Shaman of the tribe, he is often needed to tell stories to the young ones and to spiritually direct those who need guidance. He loves storytelling, so much so that he will animate his words with actions. When telling his stories, he will dance around, change his voice, and wave his arms wildly- anything that will get the point across. He normally does this with a smile on his face, for the effects his actions have on children amuses him so. As a tribe member, he can be a jokester and is very easy to approach. He welcomes everyone, even the grumpy ones, with a smile, and will invite any member of the tribe into his small little home for casual chat. He is very good at following orders until it clashes with the beliefs that he preaches. It is only at that point that Tomkin will put up any sort of fight. Otherwise, he will roll with every punch, and will allow children to walk all over him if it makes them happy. He has a bit of a weak spot for women, and is known to be a good-natured flirt. However, he has upmost respect for women, and will never intentionally make females uncomfortable. If allowed, he will talk someone’s ears off, but during stressful, sad moments, he is the ultimate comforter. His amount of empathy is large, and he would do anything to cheer ones spirits, be it with cuddling, jokes, or gifts. Being a people person, he does not do well with physical conflicts, and will not physically fight with anyone, ever.
History: Despite Tomkin’s pleasant personality, his history is rather dark. As a young child, he grew up in a separate tribe, one that was large, wealthy, and secluded. His parents weren’t special, one was a hunter, the other, a healer. His father had some sort of mental issues, including anger management problems. Tomkin, being very charismatic, always poked and prodded his dad with jokes. His father, if in one of his moods, would begin to grow irritated. He would eventually snap and hit Tomkin, though would not normally go farther than that initial contact. Tomkin grew fearful of his father, and began spending most of his time with the tribe’s shaman, who was always an accepting person. This is where Tomkin learned of everything that he knows.
One night, his father came back with troubling news- a famine was spreading through the lands, and one of his brothers in another tribe was claimed by it. His eyes were boiling with tears and misplaced anger. Tomkin was the first person that he saw after learning the news, and thought nothing of giving him a good beating to get out his anger. It wasn’t like it was out of order in his opinion. He beat the young Tomkin nearly to a pulp. Tomkin received multiple scars, and to this day still wears them, though under his clothes. The only visible thing is a nick on his forehead, where his father’s scrambling fingernails had cut out a chunk of skin.
Tomkin’s mom was absent mostly through all of this- healing was her life and it really consumed her. She took her time to heal her own son, and it was almost the only time that she would spend with him. Once he was healthy enough to move well, Tomkin left one night, never to return. He didn’t know if he could survive under his father’s shadow. That is where he found his current tribe, at the age of 15. He turned 18 and received his dog, like all 18 year olds do. The dog died shortly after he got him. It wasn’t until Tomkin was 25 that he got a new dog. He named the dog Keelut, which means ‘evil earth spirit with the appearance of a dog.” Keelut is a nasty malamute type, and is rather old and grumpy. Keelut will bite at children’s fingers and will growl at Tomkin if he attempts to cast his joking manner towards him. Tomkin still loves him none the less, and will cuddle him often despite his growls.
Habits: Tomkin will smile constantly, either genuinely or to cover some deeper emotion. He will also ruffle Keelut’s fur to annoy the mutt.
Strengths: Tomkin is talented in defusing situations and can normally make everyone at least smile, if not laugh. He is a wonderful storyteller. Quite the flirt, he usually has the abilities to attract women, though his flirting usually just leads into a close friendship, and nothing more.
Weaknesses: Tomkin does not have any fighting or hunting skills, and cannot physically provide for the tribe. Also, he is rather clumsy, and often trips on random things. He can express his happy emotions, but he will be less than truthful if someone tries to pry into his real feelings.
Hunters
Silaluk - Female - 28 years - Human
Appearance: Silaluk has a rounded face, her skin being of a porcelain, ivory pallor, with pale pink lips and narrow eyes, their color such a deep brown hue that they often are mistaken for black. Her cheeks and nose are often flushed pink with cold, which gives her a distinctly feminine appearance at most times. Her hair falls to about mid-back, and is often pulled into twin braids in order to keep it out of the way; her tresses are the typical black of her tribe, and are adorned with traditional ivory beads. In addition to this, a band woven of skins and also adorned with beads is often wrapped around her forehead, though oftentimes is hidden by her heavy hood. Silaluk's body build is usually hidden by furs and boots as the harsh weather demands, though beneath the layers she is lean and strong. Though her arms and legs are thin, they are well-toned from years of labor, her posture being that of one confident in what they're doing, and her fluidity of movement, gained through stealth-based hunting trips and other such activities, portraying a fierce and primal grace in everything she does. Her clothing is of typical design, consisting of the usual underclothes and furs, though a personal beaded charm passed down from her mother is near always wrapped around her left ankle, safely tucked away within her boots. As for the more insignificant details, it is very much obvious that she is female, though this is hidden beneath her clothing - not to mention she has zero desire to flaunt such a fact. She stands at a modest 5'7".
Personality: Her name, ironically enough, is testament to her personality. She is as a storm, roiling and fierce in some aspects, a calm bout of rain in others - or, at the heart of her, unerringly calm and focused. In times of peace, she is a tranquil and soothing soul, enjoying simple pleasures such as speaking with her tribemates and helping, however sparsely, with the sewing. However, she is keen and undoubtedly intelligent, possessing a gaze of unnerving focus, seemingly capable of piercing through lies and deceit, forever on the lookout for threats. During times of excitement, such as a hunt, she is wild and free, the thrill of the chase sending adrenaline pumping through her veins and a primal joy stirring in her chest. When her friends and family are threatened, she is furious and admittedly volatile, oftentimes treading upon the brink of blind fury, her decisions becoming somewhat altered by the pure desire to protect and defend. However, a fatal flaw to her personality is her harshness upon herself, as a failing of her tribe is often construed to be a failing of herself, personally.
History: The daughter of a Hunter and a Sewer, Silaluk was born within the midst of a furious storm, which led to her naming. Her parents were loving, strong figures, ones who she fervently looked up to, soaking in all they could teach her with a reverence that ensured she never forgot a single thing. Her father passed on to her the complexities of tracking, her mother taught her the art of sewing and bead-making, and they were as close and loving as a family could be. Thusly, one could only imagine her sorrow when the famine took them from her when she was only 17, the event hardening something deep within her and changing her views of the world. She once viewed it as harsh, she now viewed it as cruel, and adjusted her mannerisms accordingly. However, this did not alienate her within the tribe rather than bring her closer to her unofficial family, many of whom were facing the same hardship as her. No, it only led her to become as beneficial to her people as she could, pouring her efforts into becoming one of the best trackers and Hunters in the tribe. Furthermore, it granted her a certain depth of emotion that led her to be one of the more empathetic members, feeling wholly comfortable with giving comfort and listening to one's troubles. Yes, over the course of the years, Silaluk grew both mentally and physically, and will continue to drive herself to provide for her tribe in any way she can. She often spends time with the tribe Shaman, as she has an unshakable belief in their ancestors, and though his stories are meant to be for children, it is still one of the pastimes that cause her to relax. She has a dog, a large Alaskan Malamute by the name of Atuqtuaq, an energetic and rather eccentric canine prone to obnoxious endeavors and playful actions. Silaluk and Atuqtuaq have a strong bond, especially since the dog's lighthearted demeanor often aids in keeping the woman in high spirits when little else can, and the two will oftentimes be seen wrestling in the snow or, much to Silaluk's occasional chagrin and annoyance, playing tug-of-war with one of her boots (though when such happens, it is usually only Antuqtuaq who is truly playing).
Habits: She will bite her lip when nervous, crack her knuckles when irritated, and hide her fury behind a civil smile. When supremely angry, she will often immerse herself in work or the needs of her tribe until sufficiently calmed, as she is well aware that fury blinds, and ignorance leads to mistakes.
Strengths: Quick and agile, her slight build makes her a prime candidate for any tracking in which stealth is required. She knows the basics of sewing as taught by her mother, and has limited knowledge of healing - though, neither of which are anywhere near enough to serve as her main profession.
Weaknesses: She just... cares too much. Every death, every tribe member turned ill - it strikes something deep within her, something in high danger of breaking should too many close to her die. Indeed, that is her mental weakness (if it can be called that) but she also lacks the muscle mass to be a power house, which means she oftentimes is assigned the role of tracker.
Appearance: Silaluk has a rounded face, her skin being of a porcelain, ivory pallor, with pale pink lips and narrow eyes, their color such a deep brown hue that they often are mistaken for black. Her cheeks and nose are often flushed pink with cold, which gives her a distinctly feminine appearance at most times. Her hair falls to about mid-back, and is often pulled into twin braids in order to keep it out of the way; her tresses are the typical black of her tribe, and are adorned with traditional ivory beads. In addition to this, a band woven of skins and also adorned with beads is often wrapped around her forehead, though oftentimes is hidden by her heavy hood. Silaluk's body build is usually hidden by furs and boots as the harsh weather demands, though beneath the layers she is lean and strong. Though her arms and legs are thin, they are well-toned from years of labor, her posture being that of one confident in what they're doing, and her fluidity of movement, gained through stealth-based hunting trips and other such activities, portraying a fierce and primal grace in everything she does. Her clothing is of typical design, consisting of the usual underclothes and furs, though a personal beaded charm passed down from her mother is near always wrapped around her left ankle, safely tucked away within her boots. As for the more insignificant details, it is very much obvious that she is female, though this is hidden beneath her clothing - not to mention she has zero desire to flaunt such a fact. She stands at a modest 5'7".
Personality: Her name, ironically enough, is testament to her personality. She is as a storm, roiling and fierce in some aspects, a calm bout of rain in others - or, at the heart of her, unerringly calm and focused. In times of peace, she is a tranquil and soothing soul, enjoying simple pleasures such as speaking with her tribemates and helping, however sparsely, with the sewing. However, she is keen and undoubtedly intelligent, possessing a gaze of unnerving focus, seemingly capable of piercing through lies and deceit, forever on the lookout for threats. During times of excitement, such as a hunt, she is wild and free, the thrill of the chase sending adrenaline pumping through her veins and a primal joy stirring in her chest. When her friends and family are threatened, she is furious and admittedly volatile, oftentimes treading upon the brink of blind fury, her decisions becoming somewhat altered by the pure desire to protect and defend. However, a fatal flaw to her personality is her harshness upon herself, as a failing of her tribe is often construed to be a failing of herself, personally.
History: The daughter of a Hunter and a Sewer, Silaluk was born within the midst of a furious storm, which led to her naming. Her parents were loving, strong figures, ones who she fervently looked up to, soaking in all they could teach her with a reverence that ensured she never forgot a single thing. Her father passed on to her the complexities of tracking, her mother taught her the art of sewing and bead-making, and they were as close and loving as a family could be. Thusly, one could only imagine her sorrow when the famine took them from her when she was only 17, the event hardening something deep within her and changing her views of the world. She once viewed it as harsh, she now viewed it as cruel, and adjusted her mannerisms accordingly. However, this did not alienate her within the tribe rather than bring her closer to her unofficial family, many of whom were facing the same hardship as her. No, it only led her to become as beneficial to her people as she could, pouring her efforts into becoming one of the best trackers and Hunters in the tribe. Furthermore, it granted her a certain depth of emotion that led her to be one of the more empathetic members, feeling wholly comfortable with giving comfort and listening to one's troubles. Yes, over the course of the years, Silaluk grew both mentally and physically, and will continue to drive herself to provide for her tribe in any way she can. She often spends time with the tribe Shaman, as she has an unshakable belief in their ancestors, and though his stories are meant to be for children, it is still one of the pastimes that cause her to relax. She has a dog, a large Alaskan Malamute by the name of Atuqtuaq, an energetic and rather eccentric canine prone to obnoxious endeavors and playful actions. Silaluk and Atuqtuaq have a strong bond, especially since the dog's lighthearted demeanor often aids in keeping the woman in high spirits when little else can, and the two will oftentimes be seen wrestling in the snow or, much to Silaluk's occasional chagrin and annoyance, playing tug-of-war with one of her boots (though when such happens, it is usually only Antuqtuaq who is truly playing).
Habits: She will bite her lip when nervous, crack her knuckles when irritated, and hide her fury behind a civil smile. When supremely angry, she will often immerse herself in work or the needs of her tribe until sufficiently calmed, as she is well aware that fury blinds, and ignorance leads to mistakes.
Strengths: Quick and agile, her slight build makes her a prime candidate for any tracking in which stealth is required. She knows the basics of sewing as taught by her mother, and has limited knowledge of healing - though, neither of which are anywhere near enough to serve as her main profession.
Weaknesses: She just... cares too much. Every death, every tribe member turned ill - it strikes something deep within her, something in high danger of breaking should too many close to her die. Indeed, that is her mental weakness (if it can be called that) but she also lacks the muscle mass to be a power house, which means she oftentimes is assigned the role of tracker.
Qannik; Male; Twenty-Six; Human
Appearance: Qannik goes just above the norm for height and hovers neatly on the norm for muscle weight. His legs are rather short, and it is because of his torso that he attains his height. He has high cheekbones, like much of his Inuit relatives, and a long, structured nose that sits over thin lips. He possesses dark eyes, also a standard with his people, and short hair that frames his rounded face. Though he always appears stern and unwelcoming which hardens his features drastically, his chocolatey-brown eyes are always warm and gentle.
His parka, well-fabricated and perfect at its duty, is made of caribou hide and sealskin. His kamiks, or boots, are also made of sealskin and are fabricated to ride up to the top of his calf. These items of clothing are what give him his appearance of grandeur and strength, though they are quite misleading.
Personality: His persona itself is what grants Qannik the opportunity to be a skilled hunter. His ability and willpower to concentrate on a single task for long periods of time, his fierce determination to defeat all competition and his untiring need to keep his tribe fed all stack up to formulate the winning hunter that he so profoundly strives to be. Qannik, though he might sometimes portray himself as eager to please and somewhat naïve, can often be quite the opposite. When it comes to certain topics like hunting and protecting, Qannik can become ruthless and deadly, and would possibly eliminate anything that would stand in his way of attaining victory. Though he usually prefers not to take the lead, Qannik does not mind receiving attention, and praise is what he aims to earn.
History: As both a child and apprentice, Qannik was quite troublesome. Playing tricks on other children and causing messes rather than cleaning them seemed to be his main priorities. As time spanned, however, Qannik took on a more docile and helpful role. He slowly began to do as he was told, his rule-breaking habits began to fade, and he took a greater interest in his education from the Angatquq. Though he still had his usual streaks of bad behaviour, Qannik grew to be a rather exemplary apprentice, and more so hunter when the time came. From earlier on, Qannik knew that hunter would be his prime choice. At first, his ascent to becoming a decent hunter was rocky and unyielding, but as time passed and he adapted to his own skills and strategies along with his fellow Inupiaq members, he began to steadily grow better and better with his hunts. Though after a time Qannik began to strive to become the best of his rank, and fought to be the best rather than to hunt side-by-side with his people. However, when the famine struck and he began to lose brothers and sisters, Qannik was snapped out of his daze and began to grow more docile once again. But how long until Qannik once again begins another endeavour for power?
At eighteen, Qannik was given a dog as per the ritual. Named for his age, Injuquaq, meaning 'old man', mirrors Qannik's description of a best friend. Though at first the affinity between Injuquaq and Qannik could have been questioned (Qannik had originally been disappointed in receiving an older dog), it is no doubt that the bond between Inju and Qannik has grown unbreakable. Aiding with both hunting, travelling and regrettably playing, Injuquaq has been at Qannik's side as fiercely and loyally as the man could have wished. Albeit Injuquaq's definition of play consists of mauling and stealing items of clothing, tools and even biting at skin, Qannik enjoys his time with the old Malamute and cares for him like family.
Habits: Qannik is prone to impulsiveness and he is usually not quite good at controlling his anger. If he is in a rather bad mood, Qannik will go out of his way to do little things that would no doubt cause not only trouble to himself, but to the others around him. On a less personal level, Qannik has a bad habit of kicking at the snow if he is frustrated or bored. This usually results in his boots getting worn out earlier than expected.
Strengths: As previously mentioned, Qannik is quite determined when it comes to things that he personally cares about. He is generally kind-hearted and welcoming (though of course not when he is in one of his moods), and often goes out of his way to help out tribe-members. He is incredibly loyal, and despite his flaws, he will never do anything if he realizes that it will put at risk the safety of his tribe.
Weaknesses: Qannik’s most pronounced flaw is definitely his mood swings. From one moment, Qannik could be perfectly happy and playful, and the next he could be seething with rage. His impulsiveness adds to his anger and makes it all the more volatile. Even his determination and courage could be flaws at times and could put him in more danger than he can sometimes handle.
Appearance: Qannik goes just above the norm for height and hovers neatly on the norm for muscle weight. His legs are rather short, and it is because of his torso that he attains his height. He has high cheekbones, like much of his Inuit relatives, and a long, structured nose that sits over thin lips. He possesses dark eyes, also a standard with his people, and short hair that frames his rounded face. Though he always appears stern and unwelcoming which hardens his features drastically, his chocolatey-brown eyes are always warm and gentle.
His parka, well-fabricated and perfect at its duty, is made of caribou hide and sealskin. His kamiks, or boots, are also made of sealskin and are fabricated to ride up to the top of his calf. These items of clothing are what give him his appearance of grandeur and strength, though they are quite misleading.
Personality: His persona itself is what grants Qannik the opportunity to be a skilled hunter. His ability and willpower to concentrate on a single task for long periods of time, his fierce determination to defeat all competition and his untiring need to keep his tribe fed all stack up to formulate the winning hunter that he so profoundly strives to be. Qannik, though he might sometimes portray himself as eager to please and somewhat naïve, can often be quite the opposite. When it comes to certain topics like hunting and protecting, Qannik can become ruthless and deadly, and would possibly eliminate anything that would stand in his way of attaining victory. Though he usually prefers not to take the lead, Qannik does not mind receiving attention, and praise is what he aims to earn.
History: As both a child and apprentice, Qannik was quite troublesome. Playing tricks on other children and causing messes rather than cleaning them seemed to be his main priorities. As time spanned, however, Qannik took on a more docile and helpful role. He slowly began to do as he was told, his rule-breaking habits began to fade, and he took a greater interest in his education from the Angatquq. Though he still had his usual streaks of bad behaviour, Qannik grew to be a rather exemplary apprentice, and more so hunter when the time came. From earlier on, Qannik knew that hunter would be his prime choice. At first, his ascent to becoming a decent hunter was rocky and unyielding, but as time passed and he adapted to his own skills and strategies along with his fellow Inupiaq members, he began to steadily grow better and better with his hunts. Though after a time Qannik began to strive to become the best of his rank, and fought to be the best rather than to hunt side-by-side with his people. However, when the famine struck and he began to lose brothers and sisters, Qannik was snapped out of his daze and began to grow more docile once again. But how long until Qannik once again begins another endeavour for power?
At eighteen, Qannik was given a dog as per the ritual. Named for his age, Injuquaq, meaning 'old man', mirrors Qannik's description of a best friend. Though at first the affinity between Injuquaq and Qannik could have been questioned (Qannik had originally been disappointed in receiving an older dog), it is no doubt that the bond between Inju and Qannik has grown unbreakable. Aiding with both hunting, travelling and regrettably playing, Injuquaq has been at Qannik's side as fiercely and loyally as the man could have wished. Albeit Injuquaq's definition of play consists of mauling and stealing items of clothing, tools and even biting at skin, Qannik enjoys his time with the old Malamute and cares for him like family.
Habits: Qannik is prone to impulsiveness and he is usually not quite good at controlling his anger. If he is in a rather bad mood, Qannik will go out of his way to do little things that would no doubt cause not only trouble to himself, but to the others around him. On a less personal level, Qannik has a bad habit of kicking at the snow if he is frustrated or bored. This usually results in his boots getting worn out earlier than expected.
Strengths: As previously mentioned, Qannik is quite determined when it comes to things that he personally cares about. He is generally kind-hearted and welcoming (though of course not when he is in one of his moods), and often goes out of his way to help out tribe-members. He is incredibly loyal, and despite his flaws, he will never do anything if he realizes that it will put at risk the safety of his tribe.
Weaknesses: Qannik’s most pronounced flaw is definitely his mood swings. From one moment, Qannik could be perfectly happy and playful, and the next he could be seething with rage. His impulsiveness adds to his anger and makes it all the more volatile. Even his determination and courage could be flaws at times and could put him in more danger than he can sometimes handle.