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Name: Onawa Sinopa
Gender: Female
Age: 23
DoB: May 1st, 1857 (Taurus)
Height | Weight: 5'3" | 139lbs
Nationality: Native American (Choctaw tribe).
Case Number: 254
Diagnosed Illness: Insomnia, Paranoia, Mood Swings & Hysteria.
Current Tier/Abilities: Vibrokinesis
Ability 1: Detection Waves
Tier 1: Overly sensitive to her surroundings, Onawa becomes hyper aware of what's going on via changes in the air, or the sudden difference in a person's mood. The subtle changes come in as differences in temperature and get stronger the closer she is to said person.
Tier 2: The vibrations in air come in as sound and her range of detection goes as far as being able to reach from one end of the room to the other, but she is unable to pinpoint exactly who made it and where it came from.
Tier 3: She is able to pinpoint exactly where the sound vibrations are coming from, the mood changes in a person, and who is causing it.

Ability 2: Molecular Vibration
   Tier 1:
    Tier 2:
    Tier 3:

Ability 3: Vibrational Blasts
   Tier 1:
    Tier 2:
    Tier 3:

Note: No matter the level, the vibrations are stronger through air and similar gasses , half as strong through water and solids, and fully negated through airless vacuums like space.

Personality:Quiet | Reserved | Bitter | Wistful | Resentful | Stubborn | Fierce | Blunt | Strong-Willed | Protective

It's easy to say that Onawa doesn't belong here; She knows she doesn't belong here and feels that she should be FAR from here. When younger, Onawa was bold and confident, fiercely loyal and independent but terribly naïve. She had grown from her experiences in being far away from home, and while still holding true to her younger persona, her adult self has newly adopted a more reserved temper that--at times, will be tested and she will be enraged when insulted and brash in defending others. What a stubborn dreamer, she is. All she wants to do is be reunited with her family and return to her true home, but has become cynical of that fantasy lately.

History:

In North America, there were many tribes. All lived peacefully, even with some wars between tribes, there were brotherhoods and everyone--for the most part--kept to themselves and got along. Then came the English Settlers. At first, things seemed to be fine, trading with the foreigners between food and culture while co-habitating the same as they did with their tribal brethren was working.... until they brought with them: Disease. Famine. Weapons, unlike of the which none of them had seen. Guns, domesticated animals, and colonial settlements.
Eventually, through more years of war and territory claiming by the foreigners, the Natives were driven from what was once their home. Forced to move in the harsh winters, families lost and torn apart, settling into unknown lands to call their home.

This was the main lesson passed down since then. Since the current leader of the colonized states, Andrew Jackson, passed a law over the union to push the Natives far away from their home. Countless native Americans died along the trail of tears, while others grew up with the tales feeling bitter and jaded against the intruders they once called friends generations ago...

Wherever they traveled, the tribe always made the point to stay in each spot for as long as they could. Before the forceful government would come by and move them out. Onawa was born within a resilient group that made their stance known that they would not move without force. Assimilation was offered but not an answer for them, so they lived peacefully amongst themselves. She grew up learning of the stories of her tribe, back when the old ways were good and the new ways had left them cold and hungry. Something she always went to sleep dreaming about was that someday, somehow, she would bring change and hope for her tribe. Let them live and thrive like they used to a century ago. Maybe it was in her name, for there were legends of a Fox woman that watched over and protected them.. or maybe it was by luck, her parents did not know, but they too kept up their own spirits, believing that change would come for them all. That this misfortune would eventually pass. Onawa was a headstrong girl, always venturing out into the forest, remembering to always come back before the stars glittered across the sky and the coyotes would howl for their nightly hunt to begin. Foolhardy and adventurous, laughing from morning to sundown. But one eventual day before her 10th year, did all of that change.

In the valleys where the new state of Ohio connected into the valleys of Indiana, she was helping her elder neighbors trade with the local white men in the colonized town. She didn't speak much English, only letting the elders do most of the talking while she did the brunt of the work. However, things went wrong when it was evident they left her behind. She tried to find them, to go with them back to her parents, but the merchants kept her with them. The only words she could understand were "we own you."

She didn't understand. What did she do wrong?

Onawa's stay with the merchants didn't last for very long, they kept her around mostly to clean and cook, upkeep their shop. Eventually she began to learn the phrase "Savage girl" and "do this, do that" rather quickly. If she didn't, the next thing she knew she was seeing stars and would wake up with her cheeks throbbing against the floor. So against what she was taught, and her better judgement, she slipped away at night to find her family. Taking what rations she could smuggle in her clothes, Onawa crept into the pitch darkness, stealing away to the forests and using only her instinct as guidance.

What a terrible idea.

She found herself stumbling onto a camp of travelers who were making a new map for their regiment, a war was coming far west from here and they needed to be sure of their surroundings. In order to eat, Onawa did help as best as she could with what little english she knew and how much of the land she did know. They fed her and let her sleep within the camp for a day, but when she awoke the next morning, the regiment was gone. Left alone in the wild once again, Onawa made her way towards another town. Stares were given, whispers were heard, and once again, the merchants found better use for her, with the promise of help and direction to where her tribe had gone. They lied of course, instead using her for her only useful services (cooking and cleaning, keeping guard of the store) until she was passed on to another traveler--this one sounded much different than the other white people she was used to hearing around her. He sounded much more foreign, his words, diction, all very flowery and poised.

Onawa didn't like the smell of his clothes of the blinding whiteness of his teeth.

He made friends with her anyway, much to her hesitance and the fact that it was all one-sided. She traveled with him from state to state, mostly listening rather than giving much to the conversation, but in time she grew to trust him. It had been a long time since she felt at ease as she had back when she was with her parents and friends. He helped her better her english, and she helped him learn America with the wildlife and what to stay away and what to store for later use. The Vagabond led her to a port where he made promise that they would be going somewhere much nicer than where she used to live. Nice words and smiles led Onawa to a boat, where she spent months listening to her strange traveling companion, once again unsure and wary as she was when she met him. She was only 14 at the time. Still too young to make choices for herself, but old enough to be of better use by now.

Uses for what? She asked him. Her eyes widened once the boat stopped into another port, much more advanced and different with the houses and stacked shops around them. He merely smiled and asked how would she like to have a new name to go with the new life that held for the both of them.

Sarah McLaughlin.

That wasn't her name. This wasn't her home. Everything around her, it was all very, very wrong.

He fitted her in newer clothes, powdered her face until she was pale as the faded cobble streets and he presented her to his family as his future bride. They laughed in both of their faces, calling him foolish and her even more so. Never make a silk purse from a sow's ear, and a savage squaw never makes a good housewife. They, like many of the other strangers Onawa had met thus far, saw use in her instead and kept her as a personal maid for her "Friend"'s younger siblings and she watched as he was engaged to his actual intended, and forced to follow him into his new home. She was stuck, miles and an ocean away from home, as nothing more but a live in maid and soon, nanny to his many and unruly children. For nine years, Onawa was forced. No rights were given to her outside of having to learn proper English to help them with schooling, to read and write, and basic math. Beyond that, she wasn't allowed to go home, she wasn't allowed to shop in the market by herself, or make the choice of what to buy (while she did get enjoyment in seeing the lady of the house mess up the finances, Onawa was later beaten for being cheeky.), and no freedom for her real name. Only Sarah was allowed.

Eventually, all that inner rage and frustration at being tricked, used and abused caught up with her. And had attracted a soothing voice one cold night.

A story she had told her English Traveler friend many times, was a story of Kwahn and Jamul--the fox woman and coyote man-- whom had created the world together, and the story of the rabbit who was foolhardy to wish to ride the moon that he abused and mistreated his poor friend the crane in order to get there. The voice called to her:

"All things shall pass young one, it will be over. Reach for the moon, my child and you shall have your freedom."

The voice, it was liberating. So calm and majestic. Onawa could only do as it suggested and raised both palms upward towards the glowing moon of the sky. At the time, the voice sounded like the Silver Fox woman, guardian of legend. But, before she passed out, she saw the blood like glimmer of the foolish rabbit, making his murky marks to reach for the moon. . . .

"Sarah" was reported, walking in a daze in the streets forty-eight hours later. Blood on her hands and a blank smile on her face, delirious, as if she hadn't slept for days. The family she belonged to, was killed mysteriously by kitchen knives and their eyes gauged out. The neighbors, claiming they saw her dancing and laughing, shrieking that they took her home and now she was claiming her ancestor's blood on their heads. The neighbors called the authorities when it was safe, for she woke up, confused and dazed. Taking the chance of her sudden weakness, they took her away and admitted her to the only asylum that could help a curious case such as this. The straight-jacket wasn't necessary, she came along quietly with a tired scowl on her face. They threw her into the yard, closing the iron gates behind her and directed Sarah towards the main building where she could admit herself in, the officials seemed orderly enough to sort her out if her speech was terrible.

Upon questioning what she would like to be called, by name and referral, the straight-jacket removed as she stood proudly. Sarah kicked off her shoes, bare feet planted firmly in the ground as her back became rigid straight with pride, feeling liberated for the first time in thirteen years.

"I am Onawa."

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TL;DR: Born in a traveling tribe, Onawa was literally traded away for some goods by an elderly couple, ran away from the first merchants, literally was traded around and wandered the US trying to get back home. Traveling Englishman becomes her new companion for a few years until he takes her back to England as his intended new bride/live in maid. She refuses, ends up getting the worse treatment by his TRUE engaged to be wife and their kids. Is stuck and angry for being deceived and now an ocean and continent away from her home. A Daegra picks up on her bitterness and latches onto her. Her inner suppressed rage leads her to attacking the family. Neighbors have her admitted to Godsglaow Asylum instead of letting her go home in fear of anyone else dying or being hurt by her hands.

Other:
-Onawa means "Wide awake" and Sinopa means "Fox" in her language. So her name fully translates to "Wide awake fox".
-She is aware of this irony and hates her sudden fortune.
-She has great endurance from walking so many miles and putting up with so much. It takes quite a lot to break her down physically.
-Has been forced to learn to read and write, but her handwriting is still terrible.
-Prefers being barefoot despite the cold tile floors.
-Has denounced Christianity the minute she stepped into Godsglaow and prays to the Great Spirit in her room in private.
-If she decides she likes or tolerates you, she will tell you stories of her childhood. It's a good way to pass the time.
-Usually smells like a forest at night-time when there's a bonfire.
-Killing her host family was her first and only form of outward violence. She hasn't been violent since so don't worry if she lashes out at your character in cold blood, she won't do it outside of self defense and has promised the doctors not to be violent.
-Her daegra looks like a giant jackelope.
-She's a female daegra, goes by the name Atepa.
-Voice Claim: Tia Carrere (Nani - Lilo and Stitch)

Point Tracker:
-Currently: 560 pts
-Job App +15pt bonus = 115
-RP with Killian (Meetings in the Rain) + 15pt bonus = 165
-Animal Crossing AU + 15pt bonus = 115
-RP with Keiran (Hallway Hideaway) + 15pt bonus = 165
-

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I've had her planned for awhile. I'm so tired you guys. I love her but ohmygosh that background got away from me.

Onawa (C) Pandamunk

Description

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Name: Onawa Sinopa
Gender: Female
Age: 23
DoB: May 1st, 1857 (Taurus)
Height | Weight: 5'3" | 139lbs
Nationality: Native American (Choctaw tribe).
Case Number: 254
Diagnosed Illness: Insomnia, Paranoia, Mood Swings & Hysteria.
Current Tier/Abilities: Vibrokinesis
Ability 1: Detection Waves
Tier 1: Overly sensitive to her surroundings, Onawa becomes hyper aware of what's going on via changes in the air, or the sudden difference in a person's mood. The subtle changes come in as differences in temperature and get stronger the closer she is to said person.
Tier 2: The vibrations in air come in as sound and her range of detection goes as far as being able to reach from one end of the room to the other, but she is unable to pinpoint exactly who made it and where it came from.
Tier 3: She is able to pinpoint exactly where the sound vibrations are coming from, the mood changes in a person, and who is causing it.

Ability 2: Molecular Vibration
   Tier 1:
    Tier 2:
    Tier 3:

Ability 3: Vibrational Blasts
   Tier 1:
    Tier 2:
    Tier 3:

Note: No matter the level, the vibrations are stronger through air and similar gasses , half as strong through water and solids, and fully negated through airless vacuums like space.

Personality:Quiet | Reserved | Bitter | Wistful | Resentful | Stubborn | Fierce | Blunt | Strong-Willed | Protective

It's easy to say that Onawa doesn't belong here; She knows she doesn't belong here and feels that she should be FAR from here. When younger, Onawa was bold and confident, fiercely loyal and independent but terribly naïve. She had grown from her experiences in being far away from home, and while still holding true to her younger persona, her adult self has newly adopted a more reserved temper that--at times, will be tested and she will be enraged when insulted and brash in defending others. What a stubborn dreamer, she is. All she wants to do is be reunited with her family and return to her true home, but has become cynical of that fantasy lately.

History:

In North America, there were many tribes. All lived peacefully, even with some wars between tribes, there were brotherhoods and everyone--for the most part--kept to themselves and got along. Then came the English Settlers. At first, things seemed to be fine, trading with the foreigners between food and culture while co-habitating the same as they did with their tribal brethren was working.... until they brought with them: Disease. Famine. Weapons, unlike of the which none of them had seen. Guns, domesticated animals, and colonial settlements.
Eventually, through more years of war and territory claiming by the foreigners, the Natives were driven from what was once their home. Forced to move in the harsh winters, families lost and torn apart, settling into unknown lands to call their home.

This was the main lesson passed down since then. Since the current leader of the colonized states, Andrew Jackson, passed a law over the union to push the Natives far away from their home. Countless native Americans died along the trail of tears, while others grew up with the tales feeling bitter and jaded against the intruders they once called friends generations ago...

Wherever they traveled, the tribe always made the point to stay in each spot for as long as they could. Before the forceful government would come by and move them out. Onawa was born within a resilient group that made their stance known that they would not move without force. Assimilation was offered but not an answer for them, so they lived peacefully amongst themselves. She grew up learning of the stories of her tribe, back when the old ways were good and the new ways had left them cold and hungry. Something she always went to sleep dreaming about was that someday, somehow, she would bring change and hope for her tribe. Let them live and thrive like they used to a century ago. Maybe it was in her name, for there were legends of a Fox woman that watched over and protected them.. or maybe it was by luck, her parents did not know, but they too kept up their own spirits, believing that change would come for them all. That this misfortune would eventually pass. Onawa was a headstrong girl, always venturing out into the forest, remembering to always come back before the stars glittered across the sky and the coyotes would howl for their nightly hunt to begin. Foolhardy and adventurous, laughing from morning to sundown. But one eventual day before her 10th year, did all of that change.

In the valleys where the new state of Ohio connected into the valleys of Indiana, she was helping her elder neighbors trade with the local white men in the colonized town. She didn't speak much English, only letting the elders do most of the talking while she did the brunt of the work. However, things went wrong when it was evident they left her behind. She tried to find them, to go with them back to her parents, but the merchants kept her with them. The only words she could understand were "we own you."

She didn't understand. What did she do wrong?

Onawa's stay with the merchants didn't last for very long, they kept her around mostly to clean and cook, upkeep their shop. Eventually she began to learn the phrase "Savage girl" and "do this, do that" rather quickly. If she didn't, the next thing she knew she was seeing stars and would wake up with her cheeks throbbing against the floor. So against what she was taught, and her better judgement, she slipped away at night to find her family. Taking what rations she could smuggle in her clothes, Onawa crept into the pitch darkness, stealing away to the forests and using only her instinct as guidance.

What a terrible idea.

She found herself stumbling onto a camp of travelers who were making a new map for their regiment, a war was coming far west from here and they needed to be sure of their surroundings. In order to eat, Onawa did help as best as she could with what little english she knew and how much of the land she did know. They fed her and let her sleep within the camp for a day, but when she awoke the next morning, the regiment was gone. Left alone in the wild once again, Onawa made her way towards another town. Stares were given, whispers were heard, and once again, the merchants found better use for her, with the promise of help and direction to where her tribe had gone. They lied of course, instead using her for her only useful services (cooking and cleaning, keeping guard of the store) until she was passed on to another traveler--this one sounded much different than the other white people she was used to hearing around her. He sounded much more foreign, his words, diction, all very flowery and poised.

Onawa didn't like the smell of his clothes of the blinding whiteness of his teeth.

He made friends with her anyway, much to her hesitance and the fact that it was all one-sided. She traveled with him from state to state, mostly listening rather than giving much to the conversation, but in time she grew to trust him. It had been a long time since she felt at ease as she had back when she was with her parents and friends. He helped her better her english, and she helped him learn America with the wildlife and what to stay away and what to store for later use. The Vagabond led her to a port where he made promise that they would be going somewhere much nicer than where she used to live. Nice words and smiles led Onawa to a boat, where she spent months listening to her strange traveling companion, once again unsure and wary as she was when she met him. She was only 14 at the time. Still too young to make choices for herself, but old enough to be of better use by now.

Uses for what? She asked him. Her eyes widened once the boat stopped into another port, much more advanced and different with the houses and stacked shops around them. He merely smiled and asked how would she like to have a new name to go with the new life that held for the both of them.

Sarah McLaughlin.

That wasn't her name. This wasn't her home. Everything around her, it was all very, very wrong.

He fitted her in newer clothes, powdered her face until she was pale as the faded cobble streets and he presented her to his family as his future bride. They laughed in both of their faces, calling him foolish and her even more so. Never make a silk purse from a sow's ear, and a savage squaw never makes a good housewife. They, like many of the other strangers Onawa had met thus far, saw use in her instead and kept her as a personal maid for her "Friend"'s younger siblings and she watched as he was engaged to his actual intended, and forced to follow him into his new home. She was stuck, miles and an ocean away from home, as nothing more but a live in maid and soon, nanny to his many and unruly children. For nine years, Onawa was forced. No rights were given to her outside of having to learn proper English to help them with schooling, to read and write, and basic math. Beyond that, she wasn't allowed to go home, she wasn't allowed to shop in the market by herself, or make the choice of what to buy (while she did get enjoyment in seeing the lady of the house mess up the finances, Onawa was later beaten for being cheeky.), and no freedom for her real name. Only Sarah was allowed.

Eventually, all that inner rage and frustration at being tricked, used and abused caught up with her. And had attracted a soothing voice one cold night.

A story she had told her English Traveler friend many times, was a story of Kwahn and Jamul--the fox woman and coyote man-- whom had created the world together, and the story of the rabbit who was foolhardy to wish to ride the moon that he abused and mistreated his poor friend the crane in order to get there. The voice called to her:

"All things shall pass young one, it will be over. Reach for the moon, my child and you shall have your freedom."

The voice, it was liberating. So calm and majestic. Onawa could only do as it suggested and raised both palms upward towards the glowing moon of the sky. At the time, the voice sounded like the Silver Fox woman, guardian of legend. But, before she passed out, she saw the blood like glimmer of the foolish rabbit, making his murky marks to reach for the moon. . . .

"Sarah" was reported, walking in a daze in the streets forty-eight hours later. Blood on her hands and a blank smile on her face, delirious, as if she hadn't slept for days. The family she belonged to, was killed mysteriously by kitchen knives and their eyes gauged out. The neighbors, claiming they saw her dancing and laughing, shrieking that they took her home and now she was claiming her ancestor's blood on their heads. The neighbors called the authorities when it was safe, for she woke up, confused and dazed. Taking the chance of her sudden weakness, they took her away and admitted her to the only asylum that could help a curious case such as this. The straight-jacket wasn't necessary, she came along quietly with a tired scowl on her face. They threw her into the yard, closing the iron gates behind her and directed Sarah towards the main building where she could admit herself in, the officials seemed orderly enough to sort her out if her speech was terrible.

Upon questioning what she would like to be called, by name and referral, the straight-jacket removed as she stood proudly. Sarah kicked off her shoes, bare feet planted firmly in the ground as her back became rigid straight with pride, feeling liberated for the first time in thirteen years.

"I am Onawa."

---

TL;DR: Born in a traveling tribe, Onawa was literally traded away for some goods by an elderly couple, ran away from the first merchants, literally was traded around and wandered the US trying to get back home. Traveling Englishman becomes her new companion for a few years until he takes her back to England as his intended new bride/live in maid. She refuses, ends up getting the worse treatment by his TRUE engaged to be wife and their kids. Is stuck and angry for being deceived and now an ocean and continent away from her home. A Daegra picks up on her bitterness and latches onto her. Her inner suppressed rage leads her to attacking the family. Neighbors have her admitted to Godsglaow Asylum instead of letting her go home in fear of anyone else dying or being hurt by her hands.

Other:
-Onawa means "Wide awake" and Sinopa means "Fox" in her language. So her name fully translates to "Wide awake fox".
-She is aware of this irony and hates her sudden fortune.
-She has great endurance from walking so many miles and putting up with so much. It takes quite a lot to break her down physically.
-Has been forced to learn to read and write, but her handwriting is still terrible.
-Prefers being barefoot despite the cold tile floors.
-Has denounced Christianity the minute she stepped into Godsglaow and prays to the Great Spirit in her room in private.
-If she decides she likes or tolerates you, she will tell you stories of her childhood. It's a good way to pass the time.
-Usually smells like a forest at night-time when there's a bonfire.
-Killing her host family was her first and only form of outward violence. She hasn't been violent since so don't worry if she lashes out at your character in cold blood, she won't do it outside of self defense and has promised the doctors not to be violent.
-Her daegra looks like a giant jackelope.
-She's a female daegra, goes by the name Atepa.
-Voice Claim: Tia Carrere (Nani - Lilo and Stitch)

Point Tracker:
-Currently: 560 pts
-Job App +15pt bonus = 115
-RP with Killian (Meetings in the Rain) + 15pt bonus = 165
-Animal Crossing AU + 15pt bonus = 115
-RP with Keiran (Hallway Hideaway) + 15pt bonus = 165
-

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I've had her planned for awhile. I'm so tired you guys. I love her but ohmygosh that background got away from me.

Onawa (C) Pandamunk