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A clone of Pocahontas, a Native American woman.

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a character in “Saint Kleio”, as played by Shakoa


Name: Pocahontas (Matoaka/Matoax/Amonute/Rebecca Rolfe)
Gender: Female
Age(16 to 18): 16
Description/ Picture: Image

Fears: Elephants, boats, guns.
Likes: Cookies, chocolate, nature, A/C.
Dislikes: Guns being fired, motion sickness, smog.
Dreams or goal: She wants to have a family with a man who's nice and playful.
What is your original famous for: For being the "Virginian woman", the diplomat between the Native Americans and Englishmen, for saving John Smith's life, and for helping those in need. She's also known as the prime example of assimilating a "savage".
Orientation: (Mostly) straight
Crush: To be had...
Theme song(Optional): To be stared at for hours on end until decided upon...


A romantic at heart, she's strong in mind, but she would do anything for the one she falls in love with. Her humor is ever-present, but she's by no means a comedian. Some days, she'll stare, peaceful, out into the open, just admiring nature and the beauty of it, and other days she'll be active and involved in city life. She can see both the good and bad of the city, and she loves the outdoors, but she likes the comfort of modern living. She's helpful and kind, always willing to lend a hand when someone needs it. She prefers peace, but she will obey orders, if it is in the best interest of everyone around her. Pocahontas, as her name suggests, is lively and playful, and, generally, a happy person.


Background: For most of her life, Pocahontas was sheltered from the "real" world, protected because of clone prejudice. She grew up in the school system. She didn't exactly get that she was a clone until about 14, but she found out who she was when she watched the Disney movie, and, since then, she has ha an interest in her original's past. She isn't too concerned with what she doesn't know, there's always the but.

Originals past: Her mother's name unknown and of a low rank in the society, she spent her childhood learning to do women's work: cleaning, foraging for plant materials, cooking, and preparing feasts and clothes. She was one of her father's favorite children, but by no means in line to become subchief or chief. She was always playful, being called "a little wanton (Pocahontas)" as a nickname, and she often changed her real name, just as all other Native Americans did.
In the second account of John Smith's capture, he included the threat of his own death: "... at the minute of my execution", he wrote, "she [Pocahontas] hazarded the beating out of her own brains to save mine; and not only that, but so prevailed with her father, that I was safely conducted to Jamestown." He wrote to the queen in anticipation of her going to England. -- It's very possible that this was a lie, to improve her standing in England, but there is no proof either way.
Early histories did establish that Pocahontas befriended Smith and the Jamestown colony. Pocahontas often went to the settlement and played games with the boys there. When the colonists were starving, "every once in four or five days, Pocahontas with her attendants brought him [Smith] so much provision that saved many of their lives that else for all this had starved with hunger." As the colonists expanded their settlement further, the Virginia Indians felt their lands were threatened, and conflicts arose again.
In late 1609, an injury from a gunpowder explosion forced Smith to return to England for medical care. The English told the American Indians that Smith was dead. Pocahontas believed that account until she learned that he was living in England when she traveled there several years later, as the wife of John Rolfe.
She did marry someone from her own tribe at one point, supposedly, but this marriage is undocumented. John Smith and Pocahontas were never lovers.
There was a time during a war when she was captured, and she was a mother for John Rolfe's child, Thomas Rolfe. She was never treated like royalty in London, she was never put into a position of power beyond a diplomat.
When your original died and how: In March, 1617, Rolfe and Pocahontas boarded a ship to return to Virginia; the ship had only gone as far as Gravesend on the River Thames when Pocahontas became gravely ill. She was taken ashore and died in John Rolfe's arms at the age of twenty-two. It is unknown what caused her death, but theories range from smallpox, pneumonia, or tuberculosis, to her having been poisoned. According to Rolfe, she died saying, "all must die, but 'tis enough that her child liveth". Her funeral took place on March 21, 1617 in the parish of Saint George's, Gravesend. The site of her grave is thought to be underneath the church's chancel, though since that church was destroyed in a fire in 1727, her exact gravesite is unknown. Her memory is honored with a life-size bronze statue at St. George's Church by William Ordway Partridge.

So begins...

Pocahontas's Story


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Character Portrait: Pocahontas Character Portrait: Anne Bonny
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Always an early riser, but never one to take much of anything too seriously, Pocahontas had just been admiring something in the distance, something that she had already forgotten what it was. That morning had gone like any other morning -- careful waking, pulling at her long hair to get it untangled, brushing the mess, and fixing up her appearance, a little breakfast, after getting properly dressed, of course, and the normal hygiene routine -- but there was something she was feeling; she was feeling anxious, and she didn't have any idea why she was.

There were rumors: non-clones coming to the school, participating in the place she had grown up in, living along side them in the dorms. Was it all true? Pocahontas hoped so, in a way, if only to see what the real difference was between those that lived before and those that were living now. Did they laugh as happily as any of the clones? Did they play around and tease like the clones? Did they have mean ones mixed in? She would just have to find out. If nothing else, she knew they were all living, breathing creatures, all trying to get along on a basic level, all trying to survive, but she felt that the non-clone people were biased just because the clones were a little different. For some reason, that picked at her emotions more than it should have. It was probably the blatant racism that she found surrounding not only her past, but portraits of her former life. She clearly did not have English characteristics.

They weren't normal, weren't like the rest of the world, weren't natural births. They were a "threat" to the human race, and a liable one at that. How many other creatures thought on the same, if not a higher, level than every-day people? None that Pocahontas knew of. The clones, though, had the best and the brightest among them, and she relished in the thought of meeting greater minds every day. The modern world was simply amazing; technology and nature would always go hand-in-hand in her mind. Hearing the great thinkers of the ages come up with "smart" things just sent her into giggles; smart people were so fun.

She was suddenly pushed out of her deep thought when something hit her. It hit her hard. She, Pocahontas mentally corrected herself as she got a glimpse of another girl while plopping down on her bottom. Picking herself up, she brushed off her dress and looked to the other girl, brow furrowed in confusion as to why someone would bump into her. Had she made them upset? "Hey," she started to say in a slightly agitated tone, but she decided to deviate from her previous plan of chewing the other person out. "Something on your mind?"


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Character Portrait: Pocahontas Character Portrait: Frédéric François Chopin Character Portrait: Anne Bonny
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Frédéric reached the doctors and sat there as they performed the usual tests on him. “You need a shot after school. Be sure to come here straight after class.” They told him. With a sigh Frédéric nodded and put his shirt back on as he walked out and opened the main doorway weakly, he felt very tired as he always did after the checkups. “wish I didn’t need them…” he said as he walked into someone. “Oh I am sorry!” he proclaimed as he saw it was the headmaster who was standing next to an older man, he heard Sweeney in the distants, his feet tapping out a beat to a song only he heard. He then turned to the Headmaster, “I may need more time on the music… I have been in a slump. I promise it will be ready in time for the cultural festival sir.” He told him with a bow as he started to walk away and towards the two females he recongized, Anne and Pochantos, "Everyone okay?" he asked them with a charming smile as he looked down at Anne, "Hope you are not hurt miss Anne." he commented as he bowed to Pochantos, "How are you doing Miss. Pochantos?" he asked, "I do hope you are well. It is no surprise that you are here early, but I must say it is a surprise to see you are up Miss. Anne." he remarked with a chuckle not letting on that he was worried about his upcoming appointment.