Post by Molly on Aug 16, 2010 13:58:59 GMT -8
Pavati "Vai" Ankti Nampeyo-Madsen
Age: Twenty-five
Gender: Female
Heritage: Mestee; Half Native American/Hopi Indian and half Caucasian. She tends to lean more toward her Native side in terms of respect, and goes by the surname 'Nampeyo' more than 'Madsen', as much as she respects her dad. She speaks with a convincingly English tone, though her voice is a bit gruffer and deeper than most, due to her Indian blood.
Job Position: She has no set profession, but she is good at adapting to anything from ranching to gun-slinging to running a store, so she often does odd-jobs whenever she can.
Physical Description: Pavati stands at six feet one inch tall exactly, making an imposing figure when you realize that all 172 pounds of her is mainly muscle. This strength is juxtaposed against her rather feminine features, though, and her muscle is well hidden by her lanky, yet curvy frame. With raised cheekbones and a slightly rounded face, she can look like a gentle, innocent woman one moment, and then a predator the next. Her average-sized chest is evened out by shapely hips and legs, a lightly muscled abdomen and toned arms. Her skin is slightly paler than most Indians, though obviously dark when compared against your average Caucasian man or woman.The color is slightly reddish, a trait of her blood and not something you could get by just being out in the sun all day. Her hair is black and thick, slightly poofy and frizzy, tied back into a ponytail.
As for her attire, she wears a lose creme cotton shirt with a faded dark red scarf-wrap around her neck. Around her waist in a wide dark brown belt, to which two holsters for her handguns are attached. tucked into the left side of her belt and wrapped around to her backside is a dark blue blanket with red and yellow triangle accents from her native home, that serves a variety of functions. It can be anything from a poncho to a saddle to.. a blanket. A beaded string hangs down from the side of her belt, a trinket from her home. On the other side hangs a lasso, well-used by the looks of it. On her lower half she wears dark denim cutoffs, mostly covered by high, black boots with spurs. Traditional bracelets trail up her left forearm, and her outfit isn't complete without her wide-brimmed back hat that nearly constantly sits atop her head.
Personality: Vai is like a coin. Heads and tails. Man and woman. A brutal gunslinger one moment, and a flirtatious vixen the next. She isn't above 'killing' a man, with either a gun or with her charms. She does tend to bat for the other team too, though, if you catch my drift. She loves life and living, and does just that to the fullest. From getting into fights to drinking men under the table, she does it all. With a high self-confidence, no matter what taunts are thrown at her, she can come off as arrogant, especially to men. She is kind and charming, or at least she tries to be, but if you get on her bad side she can seem like a brute.
With a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue, she has talked her way out of more situations than she had had to fight her way out of. He temper can vary from day to day. On a good day, nothing seems to bother her, but watch out if she's having a bad say. She will run a man through for looking at her funny if its bad enough. She's not terribly hard to get along with otherwise. While a bit of a troublemaker, she tries up be at least a semi-upstanding citizen. She doesn't go around robbing banks or shooting up people for no good reason. A hard day's work is more rewarding to her than being a thief, and she would sooner bash her own teeth in then harm an innocent. Still, she can be pretty wild, and has been brought in a couple time for disorderly conduct, such as fighting and vandalism.
Past: Pavati was brought into this word as the bastard child of a Native American Woman by the name of Imala, and some army man who had been with a group that raided the village in which she was born. Not exactly a pleasant start to her life, but it never turned out to be all that traumatizing.Brought up among to Indians, she had all the looks of a Native American, or at least most of them. Some of the distinguishing, or perhaps more stereotypical, features of Native Americans were lost on her. Her skin was lighter than most, and her bright green eyes clashed with the dark eyes that most of the others had. These features didn't make her a outcast, though, and she had a rather normal young childhood, making both friends and enemies with her peers. Her mother taught her many things as she aged, from how to cook to how to repair clothes.
Her childhood carried on as per usual until she reached the age of twelve. That's when her formerly MIA father returned to the village, this time without a bunch of rowdy men along with him. Having a change of heart in his twelve years of absence, he decided he wanted to have a part in his daughter's life. She wasn't the only mixed-race child he had spawned, not by the long shot, but Imala was one of the only woman he really loved, and she also belonged to one of the few villages that didn't move around. In short, she was pretty much the only woman he could get in contact with again. it took weeks of begging and convincing, but eventually Imala allowed her young daughter to go off with her father. She realized that the things he could teach her about the white man's would would aid her greatly in the future.
For eight solid years, Richard Madsen, Vai's father, taught her everything he could, even though he was looked down upon for it. He hired tutors to teach her how to speak English first and foremost, and she picked it up pretty well. They also taught her how to read, write, and do various other scholastic things. They didn't get very in depth with her with their teachings, but she learned enough to get by with. After that, her father moved on to teaching her how to do what he saw as more important things. He taught her to fight, both bare-handed and with a knife, and how to use both a handgun and a rifle. He would take her out riding with him, showing her the basics of lassoing cattle and horses. Her father even gave her a horse of her own, Tammo, who she's had ever since. By the time the eight years were up, Vai had basically become a ranching man and gunslinger trapped in a woman's body. At the age of twenty, she said her good-byes and went off on her own into the world, ready to make a name for herself.
Five years of traveling on the trail has left her relatively knowledgeable about the world around her, and it is at this point where we find her now.
