Native American woman with modern clothes and Native American jewelry
Aiyana’s life began very simple, but that is not how it would stay. My mother died while birthing me. My father always spoke of her fondly. From him I received her pendant that had been passed down from past generations. I mostly lived a very normal Native American life, but always studious of my fathers position. When I was fifteen my father told me it was soon time for me to marry. I disagreed, and instead left the tribe. I found myself in the stead of a family that was aiding black slaves to escape north to be free. I was compelled to help.
For two years I helped hundreds of people earn their freedom. It was then that I was approached by an organization that called themselves The Alliance. They desired my help for a mission. I was to head deep into the south, and free a group of those willing from a plantation itself. I was told this was far more dangerous than what I was currently doing, but with a sense of justice and conviction I blindly agreed. What they didn’t tell me was that I was merely bait for the plantation owner, presumed to be a vampire. Least to say I was caught, but the trap that was set did no subdue its target. He escaped and was able to take me with him, prisoner. Assuming I was with “”, he tortured me constantly. The next eight years ran together in my mind, I could barely tell day from night. When he was finally convinced I had no information he desired, he began to torture me for his own enjoyment. He offered many times to stop, if I would willingly be turned. I figured he only wanted to break me, but I would not give in to that, never that. I was finally rescued when The Alliance caught up with Sebastian, and this time were successful in his capture.
The year was 1871 when I returned home. After the entire ordeal with Sebastian, I needed someplace I knew I would be safe. My father welcomed me home with open arms. I was surprised when I came back to hear the news that my father had wed again, and had another daughter. Meryl was her name. Unfortunately her mother was also lost during her birth. I helped raise her as I knew what it was like to be without a mother. I accepted the quiet tribal life, and took to learning all my father knew. Eventually I even settled down and married to a man named Hassun ”stone”. Shortly after my sister was married off as well, unfortunately her husband to be belonged to another tribe and so left to begin her new life. More news would come when I was found to be pregnant. These were happy times for me. It was a very bad winter in 1883, and my son Achak “Spirit”, came down with the flu. We tried all means of healing, but nothing seemed to work. He held out for ten days before passing on at the age of two. His death hit me hard, but my huspand was very supportive. Over the years the topic of another child came up occasionally, but I knew that I could not bear that burden. My father died a few years later in 1890, and I was appointed the Holy Woman of the tribe. Life remained uneventful, but as time grew on I realized that I was not aging the same as Hassun. His death in 1921 came as a heartbreak, but I was relieved to find my sister at the funeral.
Meryl and I talked all that day and night. She realized to o that she was not aging the same as others. When her husband had passed away a few years ago, she went to seek answers and found them in a group called The Steel Alliance. She explained it was The Alliance group that I was associated with before, but with new leadership. They grew large enough that they had sub groups now, this one stationed in the Pitt. She tried to assure me that they no longer acted as they did in the past. I told her I could never trust them like that again, but I would aid where I could. I know I couldn’t stay with the tribe any longer, so I moved in with my sister. We stayed together over the next sixty four years. While she was more full time with the organization, I mainly assisted part time. After a time I needed to get out of the Pitt with the urge to help others more directly. In 1985I joined up with the Salvation Army, and stuck around with the group for seventeen years. I knew I could not stay any longer without suspicion, and so moved back to Pittsburgh in 2002. I heard rumors that there was much help needed there. Here I found many people in need and found more trouble than ever.
Phase #1
My father was Tanka Iotake, “Sitting Bull”, a holy man of the Hunkpapa Lakota Souix. Through his teachings I became well knowledged with supernatural things.
Aspect: My old man
Phase #2
After I ran from home I became involved in a movement assisting African American slave find their freedom by sneaking them north. For two years I helped hundreds from enslavement.
Aspect: Underground agent
Phase #3
When blacks are enslaved and persecuted against their will Aiyana sets out to join The Alliance in conjunction with the Underground Railroad, but will she succeed against all odds and a Red Court vampire acting as a plantation owner unwilling to let his slaves and his source of food go so easily.
Aspect: Sebastion
Phase #4
It was a dark night in the city of Pittsburgh. Aiyana was walking down Forbes Avenue and heard a scream. She ran to aid whoever it was and found two goons holding down a woman, as a baby lie close by on the ground crying. Vampires, she instantly knew. The woman was bloody all over, too far gone to be saved. In a quick decision she ran to the baby, picked it up, and ran for both their lives. Unfortunately they saw her and gave chase. Aiyana ran as fast as she could and found herself under Veterans bridge where she was suddenly stopped in her tracks by three looming figures. “Could they have…” she said to herself. No, they were Troll Clan she soon recognized. They saw her fright and bade her to calm down. Then the vampires came, but upon seeing her new company reluctently fled.
Aspect: Bold Move
Phase #5
It was a normal day at the shop. Aiyana was dusting when a man walked in. He introduced himself as Vincent Faraday, a detective. He said he needed some info on Native American history and was told I came highly recommended. I told him I would need time for specifics, but could probably get him what he wanted. After about a week of some research and old contacts I was able to provide Vincent with the information he required.
Aspect: I’ve got the connections
