
I'll follow her to the ends of the Earth.
Cheveyo Qaletaqa Whitefeather
Nicknames and Aliases
| Chev | Chevy | Moose | Oaf | Sasquatch |
Gender
Male
Age
28
Ethnicity/Race
œ Hopi Native American œ Navajo Native American
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual -- Heteromantic; He has no qualms with doing the dance of no pants with either men or women. However, with other men it's just a hit-it-and-quit-it. All romantic desires and chances for an actual relationship lie with women.
Species
Human
Occupation
Lyndi's Blood Slave


Jet black locks that extend down a mite past his shoulders.
Eye Color
His eyes are a soft mix of green and blue with a few gold flecks that shine in the right light.
Height
6'4"
Weight
He weighs in at a whopping 245lbs of pure muscle.
Tattoos
Chev has only two tribal tattoos on his body including a tier of triangles on his left forearm and the symbol of Tawa (Hopi Sun God) on the right side of his neck.
Piercings
Just his tongue.
Scars
He has some scars on his back and one on his left eyebrow.
Description
Cheveyo is a man built for heavy lifting. Tall as an oak tree and as broad as a barn, the Native American is the poster child for Hollywood movies about Native American warriors. He exudes an aura of gentility though he is a bit of a klutz. Okay, he's a tad completely klutzy. He moves in a lumbering way and is often compared to a teddy bear. He has kind eyes whose beautiful colors aren't often as they should due to the way his eyes are shaped, making it seem as though he is forever squinting the way people do when someone says something stupid. He holds a dark tan complexion all over and keeps a constantly groomed mustache and often rotates from beard to goatee from month to month.


Personality
{Thoughtful, Sweet, Gullible, Possessive, Obsessive, Overprotective, Loyal, Slow}
The immediate thing that most people notice about Chevy is his gentleness. He is the very embodiment of the term âgentle giantâ. He is a naĂŻve man and quite simple too. There never is much going on in his head, often leading people to walking all over him. Despite the fact that he could easily break a man's neck with his bare hands, he's not quite as aggressive as people would think. Unless you mess with someone besides him. He likes to think of himself as a bit of a superhero, quick to defend the innocent. When it comes to some random person being bothered or hurt he'll just use himself as a shield or give one good swing. However, if you're bold enough to target someone he cares about he will go for the kill. When he loves he loves hard. As a friend or more, he can be a bit obsessive. He cares about what his friends think about him and even the slightest bit of annoyance or anger thrown his way will have him out of his mind trying to figure out what he did wrong, groveling to make up for whatever it might be. His obsessive, overprotective, and possessive nature has often pushed people away, labeled as a sociopath. Still, when you've earned his love and trust you'll have quite the bodyguard and cuddle buddy. While he isn't very book smart and is quite gullible, he does know how to please people. He'll go out of his way to make people smile if he has to.
| Playing Guitar | Shopping | Watching Cartoons | Reading Comics | Playing with Action Figures | Working Out |
Habits
| Bites his lip when he's trying to not cry | Does the Skyrim Shuffle song and dance to make people smile as a last resort | Growls when he's upset |
Oddities
| Penicillin allergy | Orange allergy | Sensitive to excessive dust and pollen |
âąDancing - Though he's not very "good"
âąEating
âąLaughing
âąMaking people smile
âąSinging â Though he's not very "good"
âąWorking out
âąSeeing innocent people hurt
âąPeople who hurt animals
âąBeing picked on
âąPeople who hurt Lyndi
âąBeing alone
âąHis parents

Biography
Place Of Origin
Colombia Falls, Montana
Birth Date
February 11th
History
Makya is the very definition of a family man and has set the marker high on leaving behind a legacy with children. With four wives, he has fathered sixteen children. With his first wife, he fathered the twins Tocho and Tangakwunu. With his second, he fathered a single child: Machakw. With his third, he fathered the triplets Lapu, Lansa, and Len. With his fourth and current wife, he has fathered the twins Kele and Kotori, Isaqa, Hawiovi, the twins Cha'Risa and Catori, Antki, and the triplets Cheveyo, Chosovi, and Deseronto. You'd think that raising so many children would be a hard thing to do. But their father had a mysterious benefactor that he never talked too much about. Cheveyo was raised with his brothers and sisters in an old school sort of way. His family lived on a large piece of land in Montana, having a home up in the mountains that they farmed, raising crops and animals to feed themselves. They were a pretty happy family. Growing up, Chevy always dreamed of having more. He wanted to explore the world and meet new people. But Makya forbade it. His children weren't even allowed to go to school.
Makya always informed his children who wanted to stray that doing so would cause them to lose their land and money. Obviously, he and his wives could not take care of so many children on their own. While they might have lived on the land, none of them owned it. They were simply caretakers. Their benefactor had arranged for them to have all that they needed so long as they took care of the home. While Cheveyo dreamed of traveling the world, he never had any intentions on acting on those desires. He cared far too much for his family to potentially endanger them. However, Chosovi was a bit of a rebel. She had been dating an older man from the town a few miles away from where they lived. She craved freedom. It was freedom that he offered to her. However, he was a bit on the abusive. A lot, actually. Chosovi was battered and bruised by the man, derogated and demeaned. To her, it was the cost of freedom. And it was worth it.
But it wasn't to Cheveyo.
Fifteen at the time, he discovered the abuse and set out to kill the man. He didn't really plan it, actually. He followed Cho when she surreptitiously made her way out of the home. He watched as she met up with a man at a bar. He didn't like that the man was twice her age. He followed them both as he took her to a motel. When he heard screaming coming from within, his sister crying out for help, he kicked in the door and found the man attempting to rape her. Cheveyo was blinded by rage and immediately set out to killing the man. He was strong for his age, Cheveyo. He pummeled the man until he was barely breathing before dragging him outside where many witnesses had gathered. The police showed up just in time to see Cheveyo positioning the rapist's mouth on the curb before stomping against the back of his head, killing him. He was tased before being cuffed and shoved into the back of the car, carted off to jail along with his sister. When their parents arrived Chosovi confessed to everything. Cheveyo plead guilty and was nearly to be charged as a minor with justifiable homicide. He was originally supposed to only spend five years in juvenile hall.
But things didn't go as planned.
James Morrigan's family was not only wealthy, but well renowned. They managed to cover-up their deceased relative's crimes with their connections within the justice department. As far as the rest of the town knew, James had believed Chosovi to be twenty-two. This painted Chosovi and her family in a bad light, she being seen as a lying little tramp. It was understood why Cheveyo was angry, but he was seen as a savage for the way he brutally murdered James. Unfortunately for him, there weren't enough people on his side. Even his parents and other siblings refused to associate with either him or Chosovi, disowning them for putting their family in danger. So, he was tried as an adult and sentenced to twenty years in a state penitentiary, to be thirty-five when he would be eventually released. Fortunately for him, he made friends quickly among both the guards and inmates. Enemies as well. He was strong and big for his age though so he handled well enough in most of his fights.
He got out thirteen years early, supposedly for good behavior. He was rather compliant with the guards and the warden, only ever fighting for defense when absolutely needed. So, it wasn't out of the question. However, it wasn't just that. When the twenty-two year old man exited the gates he found himself face-to-face with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was a bit on the tall side with an angelic appearance, her platinum blonde locks shimmering under the large moon. She carried about her an aura of majesty and he was speechless. With her was his sister, Chosovi. He was promptly informed that she, Satt Ăg Samlyndi, was their family's mysterious benefactor. She found out about what had happened recently and planned on punishing the other family members for being so cruel as to turn their back on the two children. But it was Cheveyo's large heart and forgiving nature, his love for his family, that saved them from being evicted. For allowing them to live, he and his sister would pay.
They would supply Lyndi with blood.
He was immediately fascinated by her and was quick to comply. She came off as a bit cold and uncaring at first. But he could see through that. He saw her pain and her loneliness, dedicating his service to her to making her happy. He just wanted to see her smile. They became very close friends â even lovers after some time â and he enjoyed his new family. They were an odd trio but they took care of each other and they were happy. Chosovi mended her relationship with her brother and they became closer than ever before. Neither really kept in contact with their family, though their parents often wrote to make sure things were going well. Cheveyo often ignored their phone calls â but never changed his number â because he was far more concerned with exploring the beautiful world that he was shown by Lyndi. Meeting new people was his favorite thing to do, though he was kept far away from most vampires. Lyndi had a job that often made her more enemies than it did friends. They were constantly on the move as she worked to keep her identity and whereabouts a secret.
Chosovi being Chosovi... She eventually slipped up. She got tangled with the wrong people when she decided to take an adventure of her own, chasing after a man again. This man turned out to be in search of revenge. Lyndi had taken a job to murder his Coven Doyen â who happened to be his wife â several centuries ago. He had been stalking Lyndi's trail and eventually found her. Not because he had any great skill, but because Lyndi allowed him to discover her whereabouts so that she could kill him too; She was growing irritated of him following her. However, before Lyndi could deal with him, Chosovi ran across him by chance. Drunk and flirty, she recounted her tales of exploring the world with her brother and Lyndi. When she was taken back to the hotel, ready to get down and dirty with Achilles, he revealed that he was a vampire. âHey! My best friend is a vampire too! Lyndi! She's a viking. She's sooo pretty. Tall, blonde, really strong. She's fucking my brother, haha.â In her drunken stupor, she told Achilles everything that she knew about Lyndi. And then he killed her.
He arranged a meeting with the younger vampire. He had no intentions on killing her. He wanted to kill Cheveyo though. He thought that death was too good for her, wishing to torture her by letting her live a long life having the memories of seeing her beloved human pets dead, bloodied, and mangled. And knowing that she couldn't have stopped it. However, he underestimated her strength and skill. Though she was a good seven hundred years younger than him, she was a warrior. He was a prissy little snot in his human days, hiding behind his mother's skirt and father's politics. He was no soldier. She slaughtered him with ease before she delivered the news to Cheveyo. After Chosovi's funeral there was a tension between the human and his vampire companion. No matter what he told her, she felt guilty for Cho's death and feared that it could happen again. She feared that Cheveyo would be taken from her.
Months went by. He woke up one night and found that she was gone. She left him with a lengthy letter and a stack of papers that included the deed to a home in Washington and the deed to the land that his family lived on. With enough money to sustain him for years, a home, and a slew of vehicles he was left alone. Two years went by and he found it hard to find any meaning or excitement in his life. He didn't have his sister and he didn't have the one woman that truly mattered to him. It wasn't until he received a letter that a friend of hers knew where she was and that she needed him did he finally seem to stir back into some semblance of life. It was highly possible that it was a trap, but he didn't want to live to regret it if it wasn't. The letter was signed by a man called âLeotychidesâ. It sounded familiar. So, he found himself gathering up some belongings and heading off to Detroit to help Lyndi.
Happiest Memory
Meeting Lyndi.
Saddest Memory
Being cast out by his family; Waking up to find Lyndi gone.
Face Claim
Jason Momoa