Liniwa sat there under a tree near the edge of the forest. Separating the forest was a chain-link fence and on the other side of that fence was a college. To the Natives, that was White Man's land. Beyond the fence from the college was the Native's land. Though, who knows when it will be striped from them.  Liniwa is 5'7" and has about medium length shaggy dark brown/black hair and dark brown eyes. His clothing consists of a Buckskin shirt, Buckskin pants that were tan in coloring as well as a pair of Moccasins. He had a white Deerskin Side Pouch Bag that was handcrafted from genuine deerskin with hand-cut fringes, snap lock front and braided waist cord. Which was a bag that he used to store all his medicines in and other items of value to him. Liniwa had his bag resting by next to him as he sat there, quietly playing a flute. It was a wooden flute, that was carved very carefully and designed very beautifully with a Block on the flute that looked like a Buffalo. Liniwa meant 'Buffalo' in the Native American language.<br/><br/>Though, he was not suppose to be so close to White Man's land. Though, he came here to learn about them. He was one who didn't follow orders 100%, and the fact that he sat here to watch the students at the college pass by during passing period for classes. He would often see males who looked to be on the Football team or something, jocks of the sort who picked on others, stated fights sometimes, and even flirted with other girls. Though, Liniwa was one to just sit and watch, he wanted to know what it was that was so dangerous about White Man. Sure, they acted differently, strangely even. But, he always wondered what it would be like if he were beyond that fence. Even though to him, it was prohibited. So he put the thoughts aside and sat there, playing a sweet tune on his flute.