Name: Inali
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Inali is still young by quite a few standards, however, he seems to show some signs of 'aging' already. He has long black hair that's usually left flowing freely past his waist. Two thin braids extend from behind his ears, down over his chest. Those braids are shot through with strands of silver, leading others to believe that his hair will resemble an elder's before he's reached thirty years old. His eyes are a dark brown, almost black, and have a kindness to them that shows his general attitude towards people. He rarely wears anything more than a pair of buckskin pants with a decorative beadwork cloth that drapes over the front and back of his belt, and a pair of soft moccassins. The only exception to this is the jewellery he wears. Most of it was made by him, and is various beaded necklaces as well as a small 'spirit pouch'. The contents of this pouch are only known by him. He also has beads and feathers in his hair.
Likes: Inali's likes are simple.. he enjoys his home and the semi-solitude it gives him. He enjoys making jewellery and decorations for himself and for others. One of his joys comes from music... and his most prized possession is a carved wooden flute with a fox totem engraved onto it. He learned to play it at a young age, and believes that music is a way to commune with the spirits that surround all.
Dislikes: There is very little that Inali truly dislikes. He is an easygoing sort, for the most part. Heavy rains give him cause for concern, mainly because his home is so close to water, but he doesn't truly dislike the weather. Other than minor things (certain foods, etc), he dislikes very little.
Personality: Inali is a calm and quiet sort. He likes to tell stories, and is a favourite with children for this reason. He also likes to play music, and is at his most happy when he is able to do so. He values his privacy and prefers to make his home away from others. Inali is the sort who believes there is good in everyone... which may just prove to be his saving grace in regards to his new charges.
History: Inali's birth and childhood were generally unremarkable. His mother was a simple girl, taken as a wife by one of the tribe's hunters. Neither of his parents held any true ranking in the tribe, and both were fully content to have it that way. His father would bring meat and furs to the village, and his mother would cure the skins to make clothing and such for her family and others. While Inali's older brothers chose to learn hunting with their father, Inali instead learned to fashion the hides into items that all would need. He CAN hunt... and provides for himself well enough from that, but prefers to let others perform the work that he considers himself only mediocre at.
Upon the birth of his family's seventh child, Inari and his two older brothers realised that they would benefit their family more if they left their home and fended for themselves. It would be three less mouths to feed, and they would be able to prove their worth on their own. The eldest stayed in the village, providing for their family, as was his duty. The second oldest left completely, choosing to travel to the mountains and find his path there. Inali stayed nearby, assisting his family as he could... until two woven baskets appeared in front of his teepee one day.
One was a light buckskin colour, and bore a dreamcatcher that caught the sunlight. The other, however, was dark as night, and gave others a 'bad feeling' when they encountered it. Despite warnings from the village, Inali took both baskets into his home, caring for them as best he could. He was no stranger to the Soquili, and knew that these baskets carried new life. However, it wasn't long before Inali found himself becoming more and more distanced from those in the village. They believed the dark basket to hold evil, and none wanted to be too close to it.
To prevent bringing shame to his family for what he believed was the right action, Inali packed up his things and left the village, moving his teepee near to the head of the river, where it drained from the lake. It was far enough that he would be able to keep himself distant from the others... but close enough that perhaps he could still help his family. If they would even allow it.
He keeps to himself, now, and to the baskets that he has cared for since their arrival. He plays music for them, keeps them dry and warm... and waits for them to open one day.
