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[b][color=gray]Name[/color][/b][indent][b]C[/b]ocheta [i]"Koe-SHAY-ta"[/i]
[/indent][b][color=gray]Age; Sex[/color][/b][indent][b]T[/b]wenty-two; [b]F[/b]emale
[/indent][b][color=gray]Faction[/color][/b][indent][b]C[/b]hildren of the [b]L[/b]ynx
[/indent][b][color=gray]Dieties[/color][/b][indent]
[b]&[/b] Gitchi Manitou or Tabaldak; the Great Spirit & Master of Life
[b]&[/b] Wisakedjak or Nape or Coyote; the Trickster & Transformer
[b]&[/b] Old Mother Lynx; the Teacher (( & Others ))
[/indent][b][color=gray]Talent[/color][/b][indent][b]T[/b]racking; [b]S[/b]tealth & [b]A[/b]rchery
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[b][color=gray]Background[/color][/b][indent]
[b]B[/b]ecoming one of the Children of the Lynx is truly becoming a new child. Your identity prior to joining the group is unknown, undiscussed and wholly irrelevant. The elders watch and train the younger children, given to the group for a multitude of reasons. They create family units without marriage or childbirth, both being forbidden within the group for obvious reasons. 

[b]W[/b]hen you appear helpless the cannibal rabbit will come as a friend, when you stray from the light the wendigo will come in the dark, and then the true evil, the madness, the nameless things lurk just outside of perception. The Old Mother Lynx will teach you to grow claws to fight with, give you instincts to hunt with and the cunning to track with. She would learn to be invisible and not afraid. She learned that loss was natural, even if the cause was not.

[b]I[/b]n her preteens she started venturing on close range hunts, mostly used for collecting information, learning to track, but also listening to rumors. They often followed rumors, whispers, murmurs. As she got older they followed them further and further. She learned the deafening thump of a wendigo's rotten selfish heart and the fleshy lumps left behind by skin walkers. She also learned that not all rumors were true.

[b]R[/b]umors are what brought them here. She secretly hoped they weren't true, but there was no denying it. As soon as they entered the area there was something tickling all the wrong nerves. Her group broke up, she was headed towards the town to see if anyone knew anything.

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[b][color=gray]Other[/color][/b][indent]
[b]&[/b] Loves telling and hearing stories.
[b]&[/b] She's also a bit of a pyro.[/indent]
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