COCHISE, Akecheta

[Akecheta]

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• DEAD OR ALIVE •

Akecheta

"When it comes time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home. "

[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]NAME • Akecheta Cochise (pronounced 'ah GHEE chee tah' - 'k OW chay z')
NICKNAME • none
AGE • Twenty-four
GENDER • Male
SEXUALITY • Straight
OCCUPATION • No 'official' one yet - he may help supply surrounding establishments with mustangs. Otherwise, a hunter and protector of his people.
CLASS • 'High' { son of a chief }? Apache
FACE CLAIM • Nathaniel Arcand

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"Hand upon a deadman's gun, and you're looking down the sights,"

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When one pictures an Apache warrior, Akecheta could probably fill in the stereotype quite well. He is most often found clothed in animal skins or tanned leather. He owns a repertoire of weapons **He technically hasn't purchased any guns, but it'll happen**, though generally only keeps knives and a bow handy. Long obsidian hair is most often back in a loose 'ponytail' of sorts, with a short string of beads underneath; the beads are a reminder of his mother, to keep her close. Body is leaned and toned from years of harsh outdoor living, but is quite healthy. Though he is almost always horseback, when he does walk he quite the long stride with a very slight limp in his right leg. He is relatively handsome, with a face that is not yet weathered. All movement is either slow, deliberate, and careful or quick and precise.

EYE COLOR • Dark brown with a hint of green
HEIGHT • Rather tall - 6'3"
WEIGHT • 188lbs
BUILD • Rather 'lean' build, but not gawky or 'skinny' by any means. Is muscled, but not in the bulky way.
SCARS? • Where to start? There are several on both hands from minor scrapes, a few on legs, but the largest blemish by far is a scar that goes over 75% of chest from a hunting accident.
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC • He rather fancies knives and hatchets and can throw said weapons better than most people can shoot. He will also wear necklaces made from the teeth or claws of random predators.

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"Your heart is worn, and the seams are torn,"

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Fierce in nearly all his endeavors, though not to be confused with blood lust. Gaze is rather piercing, and he would rather stare than speak. This is partially due to the fact that he is still learning the English language, and so sometimes aforementioned gaze is one of masked confusion. 'White' residents might mistake him for a loner, however this couldn't be further from the truth. Both protective of his people and distrustful of the new pale faces. And so, he leaves loved ones at home where they are relatively safe when he chooses to venture near settlements. When in such towns he tends to be quiet, stick to himself, and get what he needed to done. Around family and friends he has quite the different persona; he jokes, pranks, teaches, and does whatever he can to make them feel happy, comfortable, and safe. It is not in his demeanor to know fear, and as such he does not fear death nor pain. However, he will do everything in his power to help his people avoid such sensations. If, perchance, a pale face did attempt to befriend him, he would be the same way with them. Alas, he thinks most would rather put a bullet in his back than offer him kindness.

LIKES •

creatures of the earth; they completely provide everything one needs to sustain himself. they do not hold grudges and can be trusted. Akecheta is especially fond of horses and deer.

rainfall; it replenishes what was lost, as well as washes away pain and grime. it also helps disguise oneself at night.

mothers; growing up without his birth father, he loves -and misses- his mother dearly. they will always hold a soft spot in his heart.

DISLIKES •

false people; liars, cold-blood murderers (killing for the sake of killing), cheaters, thieves, soiled doves, etc. though his bloodline consists of the softer Lakota, he was raised true Apache and would rather slit their throats than share air.

bats; He is weary of something that he can hear but barely see.

Smell of wet pine; It reminds him of his birthplace and all the tragedy in his early life.

WEAKNESSES •

trust; Anyone who was born the color of snow would be hard-pressed to earn it. They took so much from him early on, and he'll be damned if they do it again.

education/language barrier; his mother always wanted him to learn to read and write (she believed it'd keep him alive down the road), she passed on before she could finish teaching him.

STRENGTHS •

fighting/hunting; It was vital to survival - he can hang his head with the best of marksmen, whether it be with bullets, arrows, or knives.

sensitive; Akecheta is always keenly aware of surroundings, and so is rarely surprised or caught off-guard..

FEARS •

smell of wet pine; When the old memories come flooding back, he tends to act very out of character to remove himself of that environment (rashly and often foolishly)

helplessness; To see dear family members or close friends be slaughtered and not able to help them.

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"And they've given you a reason to fight."

[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]FAMILY • Father, who was killed before he was born - Dezba
Sweet mother, who passed on when he was nine - Adsila
PETS • Two horses;;
Chosovi { blue roan } herd sire as well as riding horse
Anaba { loud black overo mare} his main riding horse as well as his war horse
Enola, a gift margay kitten from an allied tribe in mexico
HISTORY •

Born a Lakota in South Dakota, he was the only child of the chief. However, war arrived when his mother was only weeks from birth - the white man slaughtered most of the tribe, father included. Mother was initially taken as a prisoner, but escaped (she refused for her child to be born into captivity). She traveled south until she had to stop to birth Akecheta. She named him because he survived unusually rough conditions, and knew he was a born fighter. Her goal was to make it to the tribes of the southern plains, where her sister had been married to the son of a chief. She made it when our young Akecheta was but a few months old. Adsila than gave him a surname, Cochise, as a tribute to the Apaches (it was a common staple 'last name'). He then lived what I suppose we shall call a 'traditional' Apache upbringing. He learned early on how to fend for himself and others. Horse master, hunter, fisher, warrior; survivalist. He grew to take near pride in himself for his skill, but knew that it to be used only to benefit his family (now, if it included killing intruding pale faces, so be it). At age nine the whites raided the camp for horses, and his beloved mother was killed in the process. Though fiercely angry, she had tried her best to instill in him a kindness not usually fond in the Apache people. And so, he 'post-poned' his revenge. Though he is not a son of a chief locally, he is still regarded quite highly amongst his people (that is, even though everyone is considered a tight-knit family, he is highly respected). Though he has kept a distance between his family and the settlers, they are starting to run low on ammo, working guns, etc. They don't need them to hunt, but he knows if they are to protect themselves from this new enemy, he will have to tolerate them.

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"And you're not going to take what they've got to give,"

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Naturally tanned man leaned ever so slightly back, and the painted mare came to a quiet halt. Steely eyes gazed at the forest line; looking beyond what the branches concealed. There was a healthy deer population within - besides the fact that he had hunted here dozens of times - he knew to look for the subtle hints deer left. There were lines in the underbrush that could only be made by constant hoof contact, and cows and horses would leave a far larger mess. A few of the trees had bark missing in thin areas where the bucks had scratched off their velvet. However, he had brought in a spike three days prior and did not desire anymore of mother nature. What did make the warrior stop were the buildings now looming on the horizon. Don't confuse this brief stop for fear, dear reader. He is more than able to defend himself - it was doubtful if any townsfolk lived a life that demanded it as much as his own had. Rather, the hesitance was due to the intense distrust that these intruders had instilled in him. They robbed him of more than he could list, and so the near loathing came easy. But necessities were called such for a reason; his people were currently low on ammunition. A quick visit the gunsmith was required. He did not have much money on him, but enough to get the job done. He had learned long ago that wealth within his circles (horses, food, shelter, land, happiness) was measured much differently there. One was considered rich when pockets were overflowing with gold and silver. Suppose yet another way these nations differed.

A gentle squeeze got the overo to usher in some movement. Akecheta did fit the typical description of his people at the moment. He rode bareback with a very primitive bosal, as he had excellent balance and did not need unnatural communication means with his Anaba. Whenever he did venture into Amarillo, she was always his mount of choice. The absence of tack may dissuade potential thieves, and for any unlucky enough to try to steal her they were in for a surprise. Tired of the white man's raids for horses, his people began teaching their horses certain habits. Kick the horse? Prepare to be atop a bronco. She would also not move off when mounted or in-hand if she wasn't whispered a word to first. Some pale faces had their horses trained to move off by clucks or whistles - this was just another method of acceleration. Nevertheless, he was still uneasy entering the town. But once within the city limits, a cold distant facade took over. It was hard to repress the memories of what these settlers had done, and it took quite a bit of control to not scalp the first sharp-mouth idiot that he would surely come across.

The mare's gait was a quiet yet brisk walk as he came into the town square. He avoided eye contact with all, and looked forward determinedly. Apache slid easily over the equine's side he stopped at the livery stables - he would not be gone long. But in the mean-time she could rest and have a drink if she'd like. Tied rather loosely (the girl had a habit of untying herself if she didn't fancy her rein-length) at a hitching post alongside a water trough, this tall fellow began the relatively short trek to his destination.

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"And you're not going to let them take your will to live"

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