Player: Cherri<br/>Name:  Aiyana Redwing<br/>Age: 24<br/>Occupation: Singer/Entertainer<br/><br/>Physical Description: She was a tall girl, 24 years of age, the high cheek bones and dark skin of her Great grandparents gentled by the mix of Irish and Scots within her.  Her frame tended towards lush, her hips and breasts ripe with woman hood despite the many meals she was often forced to skimp on or even skip.   Her eyes were green, her hair long and straight, the color of Raven’s wings, her nose a well crafted beak above full lips that hinted at a smile.  There was little doubt, looking at her, who here people were.  A once proud race who roamed the land freely, such as she did now in her motorized pony.<br/><br/>She was gentle, yet fierce in her beliefs, her temper sometimes getting the better of her.   Strong willed, and a loyal friend and a stalwart companion with an easy laugh and hint of impatience, willing to let others take charge as long as their purposes suited her.  She was a willow in the wind.  Bending to it, but holding the earth with strong roots. She would easily enough be able to become a model.<br/><br/>Attributes: She is charming and knows the tricks of how people seduce, persuade and intimidates others which has given her a natural resistance for it. Aiyana is dexterious and has clearly more stamina then most, unfortionally her physical strength isn’t was it should be. Her mind is, for lacking a better word… very average.<br/><br/>Skills: During her search for her heritage she has given herself quite a head for study and more knowledge than she really thinks. She has learnt how to investigate places for clues and has begun to learn the occult way of the old days.<br/>She is athletic, always has been and it comes very natural for her. During her travels she has been forced to learn how to defend herself both with her hands and feet and whatever hand weapon she can get her fingers on. Aiyana if a fairly good driver, her real skill lies in her ability to survive on what the land can provide and to move silently. This is something she begun to learn as a child and she has continued to practice as she got older.<br/>She is a good shoulder to cry on, an excellent listener and has an ability to read emotions. With that she has become skilled in persuading and negotiates into the direction she wants. During her travels she has also picked up how and whom you should ask if you want to get something illegal done. But one thing she is really good at is to perform, to sing, dance and to tell stories. She really is an entertainer that is waiting to be discovered.<br/>Aiyana speaks Cherokee fluently but if you are a native in the language then she easily can hear that she has an accent. She always know where true north is, where that ability comes from is still her guess but it has saved her from becoming lost more than once. She isn’t very rich and what she owns easily fits in the car she drives. She also has her little black book, a book with a few names in the music industry. So far they haven’t been of much use but it always helps to have someone to contact as you never know what might happen if you know the right person.<br/><br/>Background: After 2 generations of ancestors trying to escape their ancestry, Aiyana (born Maria Aiyana Redding)  has tried to embrace it.  Her Great grandmother was full blood Cherokee, living in the Dakotas with her great grandfather, a member of the Sioux tribe.  Her grandfather, however, left the lands and married a woman of irish ancestory.  Still, Aiyana’s indian blood flowed strong within her.  Her parents had groomed her for a dull life, pushing her towards aspirations of college and a career, a husband and family, but Aiyana was having nothing of it.  She was a story teller, a singer of songs and weaver of tales.<br/><br/>She’d escaped the suburbs of Georgia when she was 18 and now, she lived her life as she pleased, driving across the states, playing small clubs, buskin on street corners for cash, selling her CDs and tapes from the trunk of her beat up Toyota.  All she owned, she could fit in a pair of suitcases and her guitar case.  And that was all she needed.  When she wasn’t trying to make ends meet with her music, she was searching through the back lands of America, teasing songs and stories from the locals.  New Orleans, El Paso, Corvallis… she’s lost track of the cities and towns she’d passed through.<br/><br/>Now, 6 years later, she was on the road again, beneath the open sky, headed for nowhere in particular…<br/>