A Comanche Warrior
I tend to remain silent around those I meet for the first time, never saying more than I have to. I'm respectful to those who are worthy of it, never showing ill intent to those who are good natured, but showing those who are hostile to me that I am no pushover.
To women I am extremely reclusive, having been single all of my life.
I treat all of Earth's plants and animals as I would my own family as I have been taught from birth.
All of these weapons are carried in various holsters in keep in a saddle I use when I travel on horseback, which is all most all the time:
A custom made knife made for me by a master blacksmith
Two 1860 Army Issue Pewter Revolvers
A 50-50 Winchester Rifle with lever action
A 50 caliber Anti-Material Rifle given to me by a comrade/
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A sawed-off double-barrel shotgun
The mare's leg
As for tools and equipment, aside from the saddle, I use ropes of thick durable sinew to tie the long poles of tall cedar in a cone formation to form the frame of my tepee, which is covered by a gigantic tarp covering of sturdy material, as is the liner inside.
I also use various Indian penaltons and blankets for warmth and comfort.
For eating and drinking tools, I use parts of animal bones and clay pottery. For water storage, I use the cleaned out intestines and stomachs of a buffalo.
For my medicinal equipment, I use eagle feathers, peyote, red clay, and other various herbs used for healing.
My origins date back to the times when my people, numunu, the Comanche ruled this great country as the Lords of the Plains, controlling the Southwest as the greatest riders and horse breeders. Comanches are renowned as the fiercest of all Native American tribes. Not even the best of soldiers could match the riding, archery, and combative skills of the Comanche warriors. Though our lives were battle after battle, my people were not completely heartless. My family taught me from childbirth that every living and non-living thing has a spirit of it's own. All of our knowledge of healing and of medicinal herbs were given to us by our creator These teachings have kept me alive to this very day as I trench along my journey as one of the last warriors of my people. Though I seem emotionless to new people I, like my people, am not completely heartless. On my travels I have met many enemies, but even more friends and allies. Arima Kitsuko Suteki was the first Kunoichi, or female ninja I met on my travels. Kitsuko and I may have lost contact, but her spirit lives in my heart. I am a sort of shaman amongst my people. A sort of healer, if you will. Using the spirits of my creator as his earthbound hands. I also have the ability to speak with the spirit of any animal on Earth. But my most unique ability is to transform into the form of a human like wolf whenever the full moon is high in the night time sky.