--, Ayasha

[Ayasha]

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• DEAD OR ALIVE •

AYASHA

"Magic is in the air all around us"

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NICKNAME • Aya, Yash, Shawoman
AGE • 24
GENDER • Female
SEXUALITY • Bisexual
OCCUPATION • Shawoman
CLASS • Apache, High
FACE CLAIM • Rachel Dashae

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

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Ayasha's name means Little Girl for a reason. She is exceedingly tiny at only 4 feet and 10 inches and weighing in at only eighty-seven pounds in size. That makes her exceedingly tiny. Actually, I take that back, she probably weighs about ninety seven pounds because her hair probably weighs a pound all on it's own. Her hair is thick, dark, and wonderful. It's her favorite feature about herself and she takes care of it. It falls just below her waist and is usually wound into a heavy braid to keep out of her way.

She has bright green eyes, which are unusual for her tribe, and is probably how she got her job to begin with, they're large and intelligent but often hidden behind her hair because its easiest to watch people like that. She wears as much as she needs to to get by and its all of the same as the others in her tribe. She's a little pale compared to others around her, but that doesn't stop her.

EYE COLOR • Bright Green
HEIGHT • 4'10
WEIGHT • 87 pounds
BUILD • She's small, very small, and not suited for fighting.
SCARS? • None
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC • Her hair falls thick and dark past her waist.

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

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For all of her tiny size, Ayasha is fierce and fiesty. She can appear to be shy when people first meet her because she doesn't talk much and tends to hang back, but if you insult her people or the spirits, or if you manage to upset her, she will happily take your head off. She will curse and spit, literally at the ground though not at the person. She is very...active in her movements when she's annoyed.

For all that she's loud and fierce, however, she does't have the brawn to back up her bite. She's not physically fit because she spends most of her attentions on the spiritual world rather than the physical one, and as such she tends to pale and back away if it looks like someone will actually fight her for her words. She relies on her Shawoman status to protect her because who would attack the shawoman?

She has no real interest in love, being that she is often off in her own little world and is still a virgin as such. She likes to say that her heart belongs to the dreams and the gods, but really no one has caught her attention just yet.

Ayasha, for all of her fiesty temper, when she's focused on her job she calms considerably. She focuses. She's very dedicated to what she does, because it is the only thing she has ever known. She doesn't take well to people joking about it and if she ever was to fail, as she has once before, she gets very depressed and deflated and will retreat into herself for not days, but weeks. She's emotional and she doesn't try to hide it.

LIKES •

dreams; Why not? It is one of the main components of what she does.

horses; She loves the freeing feeling that comes along with riding. It is fun for her to whoop and gallop as fast as she can on her lovely little paint She's so light that she doesn't weight much, and as such can go really fast.

healing; Despite her personality, she would do anything to help her people. She doesn't want them to be hurt if she can help it.

DISLIKES •

disrespect Either of herself or of her job and her position. If you piss her off she will start yelling and freaking out. She can't stand any form of disrespect around her.

Fighting; It is so not her forte, she couldn't do it if she tried. And she has. And nearly gotten herself killed.

Most people that aren't part of her tribe; She finds them entirely disrespectful of her ways and not understanding. Plus, they don't seem to like her much so why should she return the favor?

WEAKNESSES •

Fighting; She is not a fighter, she is simply not built for it. She's too tiny for it and though she cna handle a throwing knife reasonably well, she prefers not to..

Tiny; Aya is beyond tiny in multiple ways, it makes her easily hurt.

People Skills; As in, she has almost none.

STRENGTHS •

knowledge; She has been studying her craft since she was born, she knows much of the traditions of her tribe, as well as the stories of her past. She knows a lot but she prefers not to act like a know it all.

dreams and visions; As per part of her role in the tribe, Ayasha often has dreams and visions that help her be spiritually connected to the other world and help her help her tribe. She communicates with the spirits of the dead, and helps play the mediator role. She also has to be able to put people into a trance so they can have their own dream visions.

healer; Its another of her roles within the tribes. She was deathly ill herself once, so it means she herself can cure most sicknesses, or so the lore goes. She hasn't failed yet. Except for that one time but don't remind her of that.

FEARS •

failing; Again. The idea of failing again and having someone die under her care when she was supposed to be the one to be able to help them, it scares her

failure again; In another way. She doesn't like the idea of losing her visions and her dreams, that would be the ultimate failure because she has no other skills and wouldn't be contributing to her tribe without them.

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

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Mitena - Adoptive Mother
Ta-Tsu - Mentor
PETS • Cedar, her paint gelding.
HISTORY •

Ayasha is not quite sure where she came from. She is not quite sure of who her parents are, or if she has any siblings, and anyone she asks isn’t quite sure either, not even the Shaman who took her in or the adoptive parents that did before that. And if anyone does know, they haven’t seen fit to tell her. The rumor is that Ayasha was born of the earth, but that is just plain silly. Everyone comes from somewhere. Of course now she uses that to her benefit, it helps to be a shawoman that appears to be more mystical than anyone else.

Really, it is most likely that Ayasha was the daughter of a soldier in Texas and a Native American woman, and the woman was shamed enough by this union producing a child not to say anything. It is also likely that this woman was Mitena’s sister, the woman who disappeared from the tribe around the time of Ayasha’s appearance in the tribe as a tiny babe. Mitena and Semahi adored Ayasha either way, and raised her as if she were their own. She was a tiny thing, and they were always worried that this meant she would be sickly—and she was, quite often.

They were right about her tiny size equating to her getting sick. At first they thought that it was due to her not eating enough, or nt getting enough nutrients, and they tried very hard to keep supplying her with what she needed, but it was no use. While other children as young as three, Ayasha’s age, were out and learning how to be strong, how to provide, Ayasha was often laid up in bed, being watching over by a worried Mitena as Semahi went out to provide for their little family.

Fever’s often wrapped Ayasha’s tiny body, causing her to shiver and shake and have wild dreams that she would describe to her adoptive mother in vivid detail. But when Ayasha was well enough, Semahi would often sit her in front of him on his horse and take her riding. And she thought it was the most wonderful feeling in the world, she equates it to not being sick and that feeling because she always rode when healthy when she was tiny. She also loves the feeling of being able to let go and be wild. The young girl was a spitfire, and though she was often sick, she made it clear that her mind did not suffer for it. She was quick witted and learned out to defend herself even before she could speak with her very expressive face.

When she was only six years old, a fever wracked her body once more. It was so bad that it was doubtful that she would survive, by her adoptive parent’s evaluation. She couldn’t get any food down at all, she was always burning up or freezing cold, she would sweat and shake and scream and cry. The tiny little girl appeared to be possessed and it worried Mitena and Semahi.

At the same time that this was happening, the current shaman, Ta-Tsu, was having vivid dreams of his own. Dreams of a successor who would come to him, and tales of green fields as he was informed that he would know his successor when he saw this person, and it would be no doubt in his mind as to who she was to him.

Her parents brought her to Ta-Tsu to be healed, worried for her. She peered at him with fever-bright green eyes, and he knew he had found his sign. The color of the eyes were so rare, probably from her father though she did not know it, among the people that he knew he had found his successor. He also knew that if she was meant to fill this role, she would ride out the fever easily and this would make her stronger for it because that was the way that a shaman’s beliefs ran. If one could survive an illness that would nearly kill you, that would bring you to the brink of death and back, it meant that one could heal all others of almost any disease.

She nearly died more times that he could count as he watched over her tiny body. He vowed that if at any point he became certain she would not truly be his successor he would cure her without fail, but this moment never came. She nearly died a good three times, but in the end the fever broke and she survived. He approached little Ayasha’s parents about his desire, and said that if she started so young it would make her truly great.

They agreed, but said they wanted her to continue living with them until she was ten years old, because they were worried about their sick little adoptive daughter and wanted her to have some semblance of a normal life before going fully into her training. He agreed, and so Ayasha’s life began a new chapter. She began to spend her nights and mornings at home, some evenings still going riding with her father, but for the most part her days were spent with Ta-Tsu, learning the ways of the Shaman that she would soon become. The dreams, the spirit world, the dances, the songs, the herbs, the history, all were hers to learn and she did her best to commit it all to memory even though she was still so tiny. But it benefits her now, now it is all committed to heart and she can do these things as easily as breathing.

She didn’t make many friends among the tribe, but she did not much care. She had their respect, and that would be enough for that moment. As she grew older and proved to be a laughing spirit even if she was temperamental and quick to be fiery and wild, she gained more friends.

At ten years old, her time at home was over. Her parents bought her her own horse then, at ten years old, a paint. Hazel. She adored the mare, and often snuck off to go riding. She learned from Ta-Tsu, she found her place among the tribe, and this was the way that her life was to go, apparently. And she didn’t much mind.

At fifteen years old, she had her own quest to find her spirit guide and went off on her own for days to do such. She does not speak of what happened to anyone, she does not divuldge what happened, but when she returned she confessed she felt stronger, as if all of the sickness that still clung to her skin from when she was a child had burned off somehow, and allowed her to feel stronger. She would never be a warrior, but she felt less frail and she called it a blessing indeed.

When she was sixteen, tragedy struck her life. She was working and learning further in the place she shared with Ta-Tsu, however, Ta-Tsu was out and not with her. He was on a dream walk all his own and she was not to disturb him for any reason, which was easy considering she was not aware of where he was. She was fine with this, she was not a child, she could hold down the fort.

The problem came when a child was sick and came to the Shaman’s tent looking for help with the child. She panicked, told them she wasn’t trained enough ,she wasn’t officially in any position to be asking the spirits for help with the child’s malady. But the mother insisted. Ayasha did her best to help, she employed all the tactics she knew, but medicine in those days was tricky, and the methods that Ayasha was taught to employ were even trickier. She did her best, but she was panicked and missed steps here or there. By morning the boy was dead and Ayasha was grief stricken.

When Ta-Tsu returned, she told him of this with a heavy heart and he attempted to make her realize that it didn’t always go perfectly, that mistakes happened as a way of life and she should realize now that bad things would happen. She was not perfect, she was not one of the spirits. He told her this as he held her while she cried. She retreated to her room to meditate, or so she claimed. She did not wish him to see more of her tears.

Eventually, though she now fears failing once more, Ayasha returned to herself. She went riding and once more went on a quest of her own, and when she returned she appeared more steady, though once more she would not speak of what she had done or where she had gone, and this was respected.

At nineteen, two significant events happened. The first was that her horse, her Hazel, had a foal that she named Cedar. This is now her horse, the one that she rides. The second was that her mentor, Ta-Tsu, passed on. And she took up the role as shaman, or shawoman rather. She promised to be faithful to the role and never fail again.

So far she’s kept that promise.

She’s been in her position for five years now, and she finds life to be good. She enjoys what she does, what her dreams and visions tell her in order to help. She respects the spirits and the spirit world and cannot tolerate people who do not do the same. Though, as odd as it is, she is twenty four and no one has caught her attention in the slightest in the way of love. She keeps her attention on the gods, and probably wouldn’t even notice of someone loved her.

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

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

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