BigPapaBelial

Man-Things! (Skaven Roleplay)

Fascinating.

So by your description we cold very well work our way up to being a say a Warlock-Engineer or a Ratling Gunner perhaps.

Yes I'll keep my eye on this. Yes-yes.

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For Billy

@Landain

The squat native set his coin down and let his gaze travel around the table. Moniyew and moniyeweskiwew and kaskitewiyas. It's actually quite interesting to see so many and to see the white men including their women and a man of a different colored skin. As he sits and waits for the next moves to be made he blinks a little. He didn't register it at first but the dark skinned man is talking to him. He takes a moment to think back and nods slowly. He smiles a little as he responds, "Comanche and Apache are my cousins. I am Plains Cree, from Montana territory and North into Canada, Saskatchewan and Alberta." He nods, "Scout, Tracker and Hunter." He adds patting his chest proudly. He looks the man over and nods respectfully, "Fine to see dark skinned man here. Good medicine." Finally he lets it out, "Mistihkoman, Big Knife, my name. What is your name dark skinned one?"

Translations

moniyeweskiwew = woman, white woman

kaskitewiyas = african person literally means, Dark Skinned person

side note: Cree People had no concept of an African American person for the longest time. As Slavery was not a major thing in Canada and African people did not make it to the western Canadian area until nearly the very end of colonization. But when they did the Crees, all nations of them, quickly came up with a term for them.

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@Landain So is that a yes to it being the wrong thread? :D

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So before you ask, yes I am Canadian First Nations, Plains Cree no less like Mistihkoman. So no I am not appropriating anything (I have been accused of this).

yes I will be weaving Cree words and terms into my posts. I will provide translations for words I haven't used yet.

No I am far from fluent in my native language, I wish I was though.

so this is me just CMOA basically.

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Mistihkoman sat at the table stiffly. When he'd walked into the Texas he had meant only to trade the pelts he'd picked up. And get a small sum from it before heading back north. He'd wanted to avoid the glares and dirty looks the residents had started to give him the moment he'd come into town. Even if it's clear he's no member of the Apache, the Comanche or the Delaware, he's still an First Nations or Indian person from the America's. Canada treats his people and cousins a little differently from the States, so he'd not wanted to stay too long.

But someone had seen him pocketing several bills of money, and had dragged him into the saloon, despite his wish to not do so. the Firewater isn't exactly healthy. But he'd stayed, refused to pay for drinks of anyone else but himself and sat, watched, ignoring the attempts by people to get him to pay for their drinks. His Rifle, bow and the rifle club had been taken, but he still had his knife and tomahawk hidden under his vest just in case. He sniffs, and looks at the cards in his hand. He's not sure how he ended up at the table. He'd been sipping at a glass of whiskey before he'd been invited to sit at the table. And now several hands in he looks at the small stack of dollars. So far it's gone well.

As he sets his cards down on the table, looking over at one of the spectators saying something about how he's not playing standard Indian Cards. Something about one on the head if you don't see it you lose. The short indian just narrows his eyes. Then turning back to look Logan, "Moniyew wants his soniyew back? Logan must win this hand then." He reaches down picks up one of the coins he won and flips it between his fingers, "We start yes?"

Cree Translations

Moniyew = White Man

Soniyew = money/dollars/payment

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Mistihkoman

Name: Mistihkoman (Big Knife)

Tribe: Plains Cree

Age: 27

Role in the Tribe: Scout/Tracker and Hunter/Fur Trader

Appearance

Standing roughly 5 foot 8 inches tall, not making him all that tall really. Broad shouldered, with a long boned and slim look to him. Of a young man who lives hunt to hunt day to day with enough to keep him going, but not enough to put excess weight o his frame. A head of black hair, long and tied into a thick powerful braid that trails down to just above his tail bone. A set of buckskin pants with grey dyed moccasins that lace up to about half way up his shin. His chest tends to be uncovered most of the time of if he has too he has a few pairs of vests. Some are heavier then others allowing him to withstanding heat or cold. Let's not forget the red skin of most Native tribes, which out to show he's not just any fellow on the trail.

History

Known long ago as Asiny or Mountain, in his youth, before being named Mistihkoman, grew up in a family and tribe to loving parents and a village of peple who cared and thought of him as their brother or relation. It takes a Village to raise a child and for the tribe he grew up in it's quite true. He had an extended family who were very helpful. It wouldn't be for a few more decade that people would try to take children like him away to residential schools. So he didn't have to worry about being taken away to be indoctrinated,

Young Asiny did not become Mistihkoman for many years. He first grew into his teens and began rites of passage and learning what his place in the tribe would be. There was a test where a young man or woman would be told to look at the stars of the Seven Sisters (The Pliaedes) and see how many he could see. And he said that day seven. It was said then that he would become a great scout for the village. And it was decided in earnest to train him in the ways of scouting and hunting so that his sense can be refined.

It was a long time, a decade atleast, before it was decided he had the skills and experience to joint he ranks of the scouts, hunters and traders of the tribe. He gained more experience going out hunting, and journeying to trading posts. He earned his name of Mistihkoman after he had earned the name in a skirmish between poachers.

Recently he said goodbye to his family and headed south, towards the Texas territory, hearing there still maybe some good hunting down there. And also to see new lands. New lands that were not Canada and Northern Montana.

Equipment

Sharps Rifle with 50 rounds, chambered .52 calibre
Tomahawk, fighting knife with deer bone handle and a Rifle butt club
Longbow, customized with beadwork and feathers, with 60 arrows
Jerky for long voyages
Seven pelts he picked up on his way down to Texas, three beaver, one coyote and three cougar

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Mistihkoman

Name: Mistihkoman (Big Knife)

Tribe: Plains Cree

Age: 27

Role in the Tribe: Scout/Tracker and Hunter/Fur Trader

Appearance

Standing roughly 5 foot 8 inches tall, not making him all that tall really. Broad shouldered, with a long boned and slim look to him. Of a young man who lives hunt to hunt day to day with enough to keep him going, but not enough to put excess weight o his frame. A head of black hair, long and tied into a thick powerful braid that trails down to just above his tail bone. A set of buckskin pants with grey dyed moccasins that lace up to about half way up his shin. His chest tends to be uncovered most of the time of if he has too he has a few pairs of vests. Some are heavier then others allowing him to withstanding heat or cold. Let's not forget the red skin of most Native tribes, which out to show he's not just any fellow on the trail.

History

Known long ago as Asiny or Mountain, in his youth, before being named Mistihkoman, grew up in a family and tribe to loving parents and a village of peple who cared and thought of him as their brother or relation. It takes a Village to raise a child and for the tribe he grew up in it's quite true. He had an extended family who were very helpful. It wouldn't be for a few more decade that people would try to take children like him away to residential schools. So he didn't have to worry about being taken away to be indoctrinated,

Young Asiny did not become Mistihkoman for many years. He first grew into his teens and began rites of passage and learning what his place in the tribe would be. There was a test where a young man or woman would be told to look at the stars of the Seven Sisters (The Pliaedes) and see how many he could see. And he said that day seven. It was said then that he would become a great scout for the village. And it was decided in earnest to train him in the ways of scouting and hunting so that his sense can be refined.

It was a long time, a decade atleast, before it was decided he had the skills and experience to joint he ranks of the scouts, hunters and traders of the tribe. He gained more experience going out hunting, and journeying to trading posts. He earned his name of Mistihkoman after he had earned the name in a skirmish between poachers.

Recently he said goodbye to his family and headed south, towards the Texas territory, hearing there still maybe some good hunting down there. And also to see new lands. New lands that were not Canada and Northern Montana.

Equipment

Sharps Rifle with 50 rounds, chambered .52 calibre
Tomahawk, fighting knife with deer bone handle and a Rifle butt club
Longbow, customized with beadwork and feathers, with 60 arrows
Jerky for long voyages
Seven pelts he picked up on his way down to Texas, three beaver, one coyote and three cougar

Okie dokie, let me know what you think. And if I need to edit anything.

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@Kelewen

Yes i wanted to get in, but if you guys want to go, feel free. I can step back and away so you can all get moving.

Final Fantasy 7 Redone

Lex had parked the car, much to Wasteland's annoyance, between two warehouses along the port front. It was from there that the pair headed out and did the ranger thing, mingling with the people on the docks waiting for ships to come in or go out. They'd checked the Port Authority and seen several ships coming in, but many of them were cargo haulers or bulk cruisers. Only two were carrying passengers and one wasn't coming in until much much later, that left the one just offloading now to be their target. Or so Lex hoped.

The pair had gotten close to where the offloading ramp had come down. Close enough that Wasteland's lovely doggy senses can be put to use. Passengers began to file off one by one. Every one Lex would give the quiet direction to scent. And Wasteland with give a few huffs and snuffs, but made no motion to having matched the scent from earlier. In fact as more and more people filed off the boat Lex is getting worried. Was the intel wrong? No, there's no way in hell. Tseng worked with the Turks, the Turks worked for Rufus Shinra, no one who was in that line could be wrong right? Shinra isn't wrong. No way in hell. He's reaching for the walkie talkie on his belt that will get him in touch with the Ranger division handlers, and through them to Mr. Tseng.

As he's about to close his hand on the walkie, Wasteland lets out a low growl, and gets to her feet. Lex lowers his hand and kneels beside his partner looking along her field of vision. He saw it just as clearly as Wasteland did. Wutain, female, but doesn't have any resemblence to the source picture. He hums, then whispers, "Eyes on..." Wasteland giving a soft rup and begins to carefully trail the girl, staying in cover as the large bulked up canine watches the girl. Lex in the meantime reaches for the walkie talkie clicking the send button and says into it, "Ranger Krait for Mr. Tseng, relay now..." The handler on the other side soon responds, "Patched through. Send." Alexander speaks quick and clear, "Mr. Tseng, Ranger Krait, no joy on the primary target no scent and no show, but have eyes on another Wutian person, doesn't match the profile, Partner is watching her. I'm notifying intent to follow and observe. Request Quick Reaction Force made ready just in case I need to extract her." He waited to see if he'd get a response while watching Wasteland pace along just out of the girls line of sight.

Cinematic Wild West

Hmmm I'd be willing to give this a go.

Are you okay with maybe a scalp hunting Native warrior?