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alias: Kyros
player age: 26
player pronouns: She/Her
character age: Twenty-Five
occupation OR house/set/dorm + year: Hogwarts Potions Apprentice
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patronus: Buffalo
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2 Jan 2018, 11:45 PM
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It had taken some doing, but he’d convinced Rayne to go out and celebrate the new year’s arrival with him. And he certainly hadn’t chosen a place in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley, even if it probably would have been smarter for them to stay in the wizarding villages and towns. Instead, Dakota took Rayne to one of the clubs in London. It was loud, it was dimly lit, but not a single person in there gave them a sideways glance as they made their way inside and they were able to claim one of the booths off to the side of the main dance floor.
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That had been two hours ago and the drinks hadn’t stopped flowing since Dakota had gone up to get their first round. Why stop a good thing? That’s what was going through Dakota’s mind at least as he leaned back in his seat and looked over at the woman. “Do you think any of them are watching us?” he asked, nodding towards the crowds of what were probably mainly No-Majs. It was rather tempting to cast some sort of barrier between them and the rest of the crowds. He couldn’t really tell if Rayne was actually enjoying herself or if she was just tolerating everything for his sake.
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rayne soquili | OOC: Went ahead and tagged it mature just in case.
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26 Nov 2017, 04:26 AM
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November 23, 2017
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First time away from the reservation for the holiday season and Dakota was at a bit of a loss as to what to do with himself. European schools didn’t have time off from classes for the holiday that was so widely celebrated in the United States, so it shouldn’t have been as big of a shock as it actually was to him. But it was. And Dakota truly did not know what to do with himself other than vaguely be aware during his potions lessons. But that was only in the morning so as soon as the first break hit, he had nothing else to do with his day.
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Which left him restless in his living quarters, and so he did what he had actually been paid to do at Ilvermorny and made several native dishes in an attempt to feel less out of place. Four hours later and he had at least five different Sioux foods and he didn’t really know what to do--
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Rayne.
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It didn’t take him long to get from his living quarters to Rayne’s, knocking on her door and then just calling through the wood. “Rayney - Rayne,” he said into the wooden door, quickly correcting himself after using the nickname he had used all throughout their childhood. “Hey, you there? I, uh, I made Wohanpi, kinda…” In a loose sense. “I mean, I tried. This ain’t exactly the prairie so I had to make due with what I had.”
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rayne soquili | Wohanpi | OOC: I suck at starters and I’m watching a Canadian horror show that keeps distracting me.
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15 Nov 2017, 05:01 PM
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One of the things that he was assigned to do as the potions apprentice was to help those that were struggling a bit. Honestly, in Dakota’s opinion, if the kids were struggling then they just needed to be given more time, not a teacher breathing down their neck telling them how wrong they were - but it wasn’t his decision and he did as he was told. However, he didn’t want these tutoring sessions to be the boring same old same old that kids probably learned to dread by winter break of their first year.
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No.
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So instead of holding this particular potions tutoring session in the cold and horribly-lit dungeons or one of the spare classrooms, Dakota had dragged everything that would be needed for the lesson out onto the grounds. It was a rare warmer day during the fall months and the sun was shining and dammit he was going to take advantage of that.
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Setting things up just far enough back on the shore of the lake so that he knew the water wouldn’t reach it - and so that they’d be a good distance away from annoying the merfolk, Dakota took a seat and sat crosslegged, waiting for the student to come along.
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Hopefully he didn’t get lost.
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15 Nov 2017, 04:45 PM
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This gig was turning out to be better than Dakota had thought it would have been. Better than expected. His mother was thrilled to hear that he was enjoying his position as Hogwarts’ potions apprentice, and if he were being honest with himself, he was thrilled that he was enjoying himself as well. Rayne was a bit of a pain in the ass to deal with, but he was used to that by now. He’d known her since he was eight. He knew how to handle her kind of crazy.
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One of the things that he enjoyed about Hogwarts was the expansive grounds. There was always something worth finding out in nature that just added a bit more flair to potions. Sure, he could go to Diagon Ally and get dried whatever and it would be quick and easy but that wasn’t exactly how Dakota liked to operate. Besides, fresh ingredients were just better. It was something his mother had sworn by and it was a statement that Dakota carried with him and stood by as well.
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And so, on this rather chilly day, Dakota bundled himself up in cold weather clothing (this cold is a different cold compared to the northern parts of the United States, he’s a firm believer on that), and went wandering about, a book of useful plants and herbs in hand. He walked along the edge of the Forbidden Forest, dark eyes peering into the darkness with a curiosity that he probably shouldn’t have possessed. But with Dakota… if someone said ‘stay out’, he just had to see what was there.
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Sameli Nuuskamuikkunen | OOC: Sorry this is so crappy!!
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20 Aug 2017, 04:54 PM
TW: Mentions of child abuse, racism, and hate crimes.
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<h1>Basics</h1>

<h2>Name</h2> <h3>Dakota Tate Teton</h3>
<h2>Age</h2> <h3>25 (June 21, 1992).</h3>
<h2>Member Group</h2> <h3>Hogwarts Staff</h3>
<h2>Pref. Pronoun</h2> <h3>He/Him</h3>
<h2>Face Claim</h2> <h3>Tyler Blackburn</h3>
<h2>Sexual Orientation</h2> <h3>Heterosexual</h3>

<h1>Career/Schooling</h1>

<h2>Occupation</h2> <h3>Potions Apprentice</h3>
<h2>Workplace/School</h2> <h3>Hogwarts</h3>
<h2>Class</h2> <h3>Ilvermorny, Thunderbird, class of 2011</h3>

<h1>Magic</h1>

<h2>Blood Status</h2> <h3>Halfblood. </h3>
<h2>Wand</h2> <h3>Maple, Pegasus Tail Hair, eleven and one-half inches. </h3>
<h2>Boggart</h2> <h3>Kota’s boggart is the frail figure of his mother, malnutrition apparent in her form, her pale and dry skin mottled with bruises inflicted by his father, her eyes hollow and unseeing, glazed over.</h3>
<h2>Patronus and memory</h2> <h3>Dakota often struggles with casting a patronus, not because of lack of skill, but because of lack of the ability to focus long and hard enough to do so. His patronus is a great buffalo, and he was honored the first time he managed to cast it. His memory that helped him cast it the first time was the memory of his mother singing an old Lakota lullaby to him, but now, he uses the memory of casting his patronus the first time. For his people, the buffalo, the tatonka, is a symbol of sacred life and abundance. He believes that the Wakan Tanka, the Great Spirit or the Great Mystery, gave him this patronus for a reason.</h3>
<h2>Dementor-induced memory</h2> <h3>His father beating his mother. It’s rather simple.</h3>
<h2>Mirror of Erised</h2> <h3>Dakota’s reflection probably changes more often than it should, as he’s a bit impulsive when it comes to what his ‘greatest desire’ could be. In the past, it has been the desire to graduate from Ilvermorny and the desire to defend the First People at Standing Rock. Currently, it is the desire to excel in his position at Hogwarts.</h3>

<h1>Player</h1>

<h2>Alias</h2> <h3>Kyros</h3>
<h2>Timezone</h2> <h3>Central</h3>
<h2>Contact</h2> <h3>PM, Discord, Skype, Smoke Signals, Etc.</h3>
<h2>Other Characters</h2> <h3>Nick Wilde <a href="http://bombardamaxima.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=3935">01</a>, <a href=”http://bombardamaxima.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=4037”>02</a><br>
EJ Hamato <a href=”http://bombardamaxima.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=3612”>01</a>, <a href=”http://bombardamaxima.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=3013”>02</a><br>
Vincent Law <a href="http://bombardamaxima.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=3847">01</a>, <a href="http://bombardamaxima.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=4118">02</a><br>
Kyler Weylyn <a href="http://bombardamaxima.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=4120">01</a>, <a href="http://bombardamaxima.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=4135">02</a><br>
L Lawliet <a href="http://bombardamaxima.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=3908">01</a>, <a href="http://bombardamaxima.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=4119">02</a><br>
Edward Elric <a href="http://bombardamaxima.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=4041">01</a>, <a href="http://bombardamaxima.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=4025">02</a><br>
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<h1>DEPTH</h1>

Alignment: Chaotic Good<br>
Height: 5 foot 10 inches<br>
Weight: 160 pounds<br>
Notable Possessions: The one thing that Dakota has kept with him for years has been a pendant that his mother made for him when he was a child. It is rather crudely made, constructed of dyed leather wrapped around a round circle-like structure with a cross. Four colors are represented, yellow, black, red, and white. It is hung on a leather cord. Dakota had a habit of wearing it under his uniform while at Ilvermorny. <br>
Habits: Mischief. Restless. Always moving (i.e. shaking a leg, tapping his foot, drumming his fingers). Unable to focus for long periods of time. Picks marshmallows out of Lucky Charms. Doesn’t eat the regular cereal in Lucky Charms. Showers daily, if not twice a day.<br>
Likes: Freedom. Independence. Potions. Flying. Horses. His culture and heritage. His people. His patronus. Annoying people. Joking around. Singing.<br>
Dislikes: Confinement. Pepper spray. Rubber bullets. Violent reactions to peaceful protesters. Stereotypes surrounding his people. Trains, for some reason.<br>
Fears: Fire. Little people. The unknown that is associated with the dark. Airplanes. The west wind, to some extent (this isn’t a true fear, more of a healthy respect). <br>
Dreams: Secretly, he dreams of a life with Rayne, but don’t tell anyone. Returning to his land and his mother and his people with his head held high, able to teach the community and the young and old alike in the ways of potion making. Also, he wants a hippogriff.<br>
Goals: Okay so secretly, he’s hoping to reconnect with Rayne and that she won’t want to beat him within an inch of his life. He wants to actually mend whatever the hell had gone wrong between them as children, because he’s got one hell of a crush on her and wants to see if that would actually go anywhere. On a much more public front, Dakota aspires to excel at his potions apprenticeship and maybe, just maybe, actually become a legitimate professor.<br>
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<h1>APPEARANCE</h1>
Dark brown hair, liquid brown eyes.
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He prefers to wear relatively relaxed fitting clothing and is never fond of when he has to wear dressy anything (robes, suits, or otherwise).
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Dakota had not been an attractive child. He had been all long limbs and lanky torso and no real form to speak of. Puberty, while a nuisance to most, was a gift from the great spirit for him. He filled out, grew into his long legs and arms, and truly became a well-built example of his people. Throughout his school years, Dakota wore his hair in the traditional ways, in twin tails, either braided or left loose. When he graduated from Ilvermorny, however, he broke away from tradition, cutting his twin tails off but still wearing his hair long enough to reach his jaw line.
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Now that he’s cut his hair to a relatively normal hairstyle, Dakota draws little attention to himself, most of the time. His tanned skin sets him apart now that he’s moved to London, especially in a city where Native Americans, for obvious reasons, aren’t nearly as common to find as they are in, say, the United States of America. While he is not terribly built, he is still muscular in the sense that he gained his muscle mass in the manual labor he did over many years.
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<h1>PERSONALITY</h1>
Personality Type: ENFP-A<br>
Character Strengths: Curious. Observant. Energetic. Enthusiastic. Able to relax when needed. Very popular. Friendly. <br>
Character Weaknesses: Poor practical skills. Finds it difficult to focus. Overthinks things. Gets stressed easily. Highly emotional. Independent to a fault.<br>
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This boy is a mess. There’s no other way of saying it. He’s talkative, sly, and so charismatic that he could probably chat the spots right off a Dalmation if he wanted to.
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Dakota has always been and will continue to always be a very curious by nature individual. As a child, he spent his days exploring the family property, venturing beyond those borders when he was old enough to do so. His energy has caused many a teacher and mentor to shake their heads at him in frustration because of the fact that he cannot sit still, a trait that continues on into his adulthood. He’s rather unapologetic about it, too. He channels a lot of that dreaded energy into running, something that he does by his own free will because it lets him feel free. Sure, he could probably get that same sense of freedom from flying on a broomstick, but running is just him and the earth - no magic, nobody else, just him and the horizon - and he loves that.
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On the flip side of this coin, though, is Dakota’s inability to focus for extended periods of time. When given a problem to solve, he often looks for an ‘out-of-the-box’ way to solve it, which is typically not what people want to happen. When he does focus on something, he can become nearly overwhelmed with it, causing it to stress him out because he overthinks things if allowed to sit and ‘simmer’. His emotions have a habit of getting the better of him if he doesn’t take the steps to make sure that he remains in good mental health - although he doesn’t realize that that’s why he goes out and runs or practices making traditional potions or whatever to help lower his stress levels.
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<h1>HISTORY</h1>
The small Lakota Sioux infant was born in the dead of summer in 1992, on the open prairie. His mother had been unable to reach the hospital on the other side of the reservation before her son made his appearance in the world. During this time, several days prior, a massive thunderstorm blew through the Great Plains, spawning a total of one hundred and seventy tornados, from an EF0 all the way to an EF5. Dozens were killed during the storm that waged on the night that the infant came into the world, with hundreds more injured or classified as missing.
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He was called ‘Child of the West Wind’ in Lakota, due to the storms that had raged during his birth. Given the white man’s name of Dakota, the infant looked much more like his mother than he did his white father. His mother, a Lakota woman, possessed the magical talent that she would pass on to her son, but his father did not. He was a half-breed in every circle, magical and No-Maj alike. His mother, however, had not been educated at Ilvermorny, instead being taught the ancient ways by her people on the reservation close to where he had been born.
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He grew up on the small ranch that his father had inherited from his father and had been passed down for generations. Dakota grew up being told that one day, the ranch and property would be his, too. He took to the country life relatively well, learning how to ride as he was learning to walk as well. His favorite horse, a buckskin gelding named Cookie, became his at the age of four, quick to ride all over the nearby town, the ranch, and all the land in-between on the sturdy little mustang that stood no more than fourteen hands high. His father was typically always busy with managing the two hundred acre ranch and his mother worked as a community healer, many No Majs on the reservation believing her to be a talented medicine woman and nothing more. On the sly, though, Dakota’s father also ran an illegal moonshine distillery about seven miles down a dirt road from where the last marker for their ranch stood.
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Dakota discovered it by accident one day while exploring on foot around the age of six. It smelled horrible and he didn’t recognize any of the men that milled around the area. None of them worked on the ranch for his father. He wasn’t sure what made him not run out of his hiding spot when his father did show up. Maybe it was the way he yelled at one of the workers, using language that made his mother frown when he talked that way around the house. Instead, Dakota returned home, telling his mother of what he saw. She brushed it off, telling him that it wasn’t anything to worry about and that his father had to sometimes be mean to people because they didn’t listen to him correctly. That made sense to the six-year-old.
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Four weeks later, with a fresh blanket of thick snow covering the ground, there was an unearthly boom that shook Dakota from his bed in the early hours of the morning when the sun was just barely beginning to peek over the horizon and casting a cold light on everything that the rays touched. Black smoke curled up towards the still dark sky, but Dakota could see it clear as day...seven miles down that dirt road at the end of their property.
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As he raced down the stairs, he saw his mother in hysterics, on the phone hooked up to the wall with someone, tears streaming down her cheeks. Having never seen his mother like this before frightened Dakota and he fled the house despite his mother calling after him. He ran and ran until he came to that place he had found where his father had yelled at the men. Later, he would learn that it was called a distillery, and that it was very illegal, but right now, Dakota saw it as it was, ablaze, the darkened explosion ring out the side of the building stretching towards him, the snow melted and blackened around it.
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What happened next was what his mother later described to be his first indication that he had inherited her magic. Six-year-old Dakota stormed up to the ruins, hearing sirens in the distance but paying no attention to them. He stormed up to the ruins and he screamed his little heart out at that destroyed old barn. He screamed and he cursed and he called it every name in the book that he had heard his father use. And just when he thought his voice was about to give out, a second explosion blasted him backwards, throwing him fifteen feet back into a snowdrift, where the reservation’s police found him less than thirty minutes later.
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And thus was the beginning of the downfall of his parents’ relationship. His mother had hated the distillery but had said nothing as it provided a comfortable life for her to raise Dakota in, but it had turned her husband into something she didn’t even recognize anymore. Things continually got worse, especially with it becoming very apparent that Dakota had magic in his veins. His father, a No Maj, hated him for it, telling him as such. If Dakota were asked today, he’d probably say that he didn’t really care. He’d be lying. He cared a lot.
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During the fall of 1999, after Dakota had turned seven, his father came home late one night, waking the entire house and proceeding to beat his mother, something that he had started doing when he had picked up drinking like a fish. Dakota tried to intervene, putting his tiny body in-between his mother and his father only to be backhanded and his head pulled back up to stare at his father who had his fingers wrapped around his son’s twin tails. Slinging the boy across the room, Dakota hit a wall and slumped to the ground, too dazed to move.
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He’s not sure what happened after that, but the next time he could recall being coherent, his mother was shaking him awake hours later, two bags at her feet and one slung over her shoulder. His father was passed out on the couch with a bottle loosely in his grasp, and his mother was using this as an opportunity to escape. Taking only what was absolutely necessary (and enough funds from what had been stored up from the distillery business), she fled the house with her son, leaving behind the only world that Dakota knew - and his horse.
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They sought refuge on another Lakota reservation where his mother had friends. It didn’t take long for the at-first sullen Child of the West Wind to discover that he was safe at this new reservation, quickly making friends with one of the other boys that was close to his age, named Little Creek. They were mischief personified, and the two were rarely seen seperate unless it was time for bed or when their mothers needed them. Through Little Creek, he met his friend’s little sister Rayne, who seemed just as mischief but was expected to be a little more docile than the boys were permitted to be. Dakota and Rayne butted heads from the start, something that would continue for quite some time.
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Just before his eighth birthday, however, this vision of safety was shattered when the reservation was attacked by an extremist group, a branch of the Ku Klux Klan that targeted Native Americans. Scrambling to reach the small one-bedroom house that he and his mother lived in, he was quick to find whatever he could to defend his mother for the second time in a year. He didn’t have much to use for defense, having a makeshift bow and arrow set that he had made himself since he was learning how to properly make them at their school, and a baseball bat that his mother had given him. With the bow and quiver of arrows slung across his back, baseball bat in hand, he was ready to defend his home and his mother.
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While his house was left alone for the most part, one white man did break down the door, easily finding the two ‘savages’ inside. The man had a gun but that didn’t give Dakota any reason to back down. He had grown a bit in the year that had passed, but he was still a child. The man didn’t bother much with him, instead looking past Dakota to his mother.
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“Well aren’t you a familiar lookin’ squaw.”
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Nope. Dakota didn’t even think, he only reacted, stepping forward and swinging the wooden bat hard at the man, knocking the pistol, a 9mm, out of his hands and sending the weapon clattering to the ground. Dakota was quick to swing again, dropping the bat immediately after the second swing and scrambling after the discarded pistol.
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With the tables turned, and Dakota pointing the gun at the intruder, the white man tried to say that Dakota was bluffing, that he wouldn’t shoot him if his life depended on it. When the smoke settled from the pistol firing, the man fled the house, the whites of his eyes clearly visible. Dakota hadn’t hit him, but he’d pulled that damn trigger. And that had been enough to send the extremist running.
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The reservation suffered many loses that night, the night of the attack, and his friend Little Creek lost his mother. The entire tribe mourned as a whole, and Dakota was praised for his ability to protect his mother. Because of this, he became even better at making traditional goods during the crafts sessions at school.
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As time does, things returned to a state of normality that was possible with the losses the tribe had suffered, and it wasn’t long before Dakota and Little Creek were back to being holy terrors - heathens, their third grade teacher called them - and spreading havoc like a wildfire. Because of the incident that had claimed their mother’s life, though, Rayne never really seemed to bounce back to how she was before the attack. Sure, she and Dakota still butted heads like mad, but she just wasn’t the same.
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He was thrilled to find that Rayne and Little Creek were as passionate about riding as he had been before leaving the ranch. The tribe even had a buckskin mare that reminded him so much of Cookie, and it was probably one of the best days in his life when the mare’s owner gave him permission to ride her whenever he wanted, he just had to let the owner know. While Rayne wasn’t as able to go off and do the things the boys did, she would still sneak away periodically just to remind the boys just who was the best rider out of the three of them. This continued for years, this strange friendship that was made up of the three of them, despite Rayne’s eagerness to differentiate herself from her brother and Dakota.
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Immediately following his eleventh birthday, Dakota received a letter that had been delivered by a barn owl. Little Creek had gotten one as well. Dakota’s mother was so proud that her son had inherited her magic, although he didn’t seem to possess much interest in anything but the sort of potions that she made herself. A few months later and Dakota was on his way to his first year at Ilvermorny, a school for magical children like him.
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This carried over into his school years. Dakota was sorted into the Thunderbird house, which he took great pride in as soon as he heard the flapping of powerful wings during his sorting ceremony. He had grown up with stories of the Wakinyan, the legendary thunderbird and it’s ability to change the weather. He considered it an honor to be in that house.
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He fared decently in school. He was not the lowest ranking nor the highest, settling quite comfortably into the ‘average’ classification. It helped that Little Creek had been accepted into Ilvermorny as well, and once the initial shock had worn off of a brand new place that was nothing like the reservation, the two were back at it, making mischief and giving their professors a run for their money.
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As he was about to begin his second year at Ilvermorny, it came to his attention that Rayne had been accepted as well, and he and Little Creek looked forward to messing with her like they had been messed with as first years. When she was sorted into Thunderbird as well, Dakota had the opportunity to spend more time with just her, sharing the commons for late studying or quick nods to their culture, things that made them feel at home in the living space that they now occupied.
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Entering his fifth year, it became very apparent that while Dakota could hold his own when it came to casting a patronus, repelling a dementor, doing away with a boggart, and levitating objects, his true passion was potions. It was easy to understand and nigh impossible for him to overthink, and with the boiling time that several needed, it was fine that he got distracted on occasion. He had matured quite a bit and while he and Little Creek did pranks and were heathens even through their seventh years, he wasn’t a child anymore and he didn’t look the part.
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Upon graduation, Dakota returned to the reservation for several months, helping his mother out with her medicinal potions. He was eighteen years old, and he had a burning passion to travel the world, but because of his mother’s failing health, he stayed on the reservation with her until she began showing signs of getting better. He quickly fell into place for a couple years, acting as medicine man to the reservation and the surrounding community. He even extended his assistance to the community outside of the reservation, despite the hostility he received for doing so. Some of the tribe had not forgiven the outside world of the attack that took place long ago.
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When his mother had regained her health, Dakota left the reservation to teach at Ilvermorny, taking up one of the cultural positions that had become available due to the ancient ways not being passed down traditionally any longer thanks to modern day technology and ‘quick-fixes’. He loved that position, and he loved that he was able to share not only the Lakota way of potionry and herbology, but in the native ways of making various foods that some students had lived off of their entire lives and that some students had never seen before. Ilvermorny had a large population of native students of all tribes, but the population of non-native had grown exponentially.
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When he was twenty-four, he heard of the injustice that was occurring close to the reservation, and so Dakota resigned his position at Ilvermorny and traveled to Standing Rock, joining other Native Americans in protesting the Dakota Pipeline. From April to August of 2016, Dakota was there, protesting the pipeline that carried his name. His mother urged him to stop protesting for his own safety and for the sake of their family name. She wanted him to return to Ilvermorny and continue teaching the old ways to students so that the traditions could be carried on.
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In August, Dakota was arrested, one of several arrested for a fight that had broken out between the military police and the protesters. While Dakota hadn’t instigated the fight, as soon as the first punch was thrown, he had become involved, and he was arrested for it. He spent four nights in the county hall’s cells before his mother could figure out where he was and get him out.
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Again, he returned to the reservation where he assisted his mother’s business. She continually urged him to return to teaching, and eventually, Dakota agreed to return to education. At some point, he had heard that a certain little sister-like person was over at the British wizarding school. Dakota proposed the idea of teaching overseas to his mother. She was a bit hesitant at first, but when Little Creek mentioned that Rayne was there, it seemed to ease her worry. She gave Dakota her blessing and the summer he turned twenty-five, he spent it moving to Hogwarts where he would be the potions apprentice.
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Name - Ace actually helped me muse up his name quite a bit. Dakota is a bit ironic, just because he's Lakota, so he's Dakota the Lakota and that makes me smile. His middle name, Tate, is Native American (specific tribe unknown) for 'he who talks too much', and since Dakota’s rather chatty, we thought that fit nicely. His last name, Teton (pronounced /tee-ton/), is Sioux in origin, which is the tribe that Dakota was born into.
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School + House - I placed Dakota in the Thunderbird house at Ilvermorny because the Thunderbird is a symbol in Lakota culture as the guardian of truth. The Thunderbird, the Wakinyan, is a legendary bird that kills liars with lightning bolts that strike from the beak and the eyes. Offerings of tobacco to the Thunderbird would often entice the legendary bird to bring the rain, but that has nothing to do with Dakota. I just thought it was another fun fact.
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Blood Status - Spirit, in canon, is a mustang. Mustangs are not pure-blood horses and for many years, were seen as a scourge of the prairie, leading settlers and government-hired groups to kill them by the dozens. I thought that having him be a half-blood would reflect the plight of the mustangs appropriately.
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Wand - "I have often found that those chosen by maple wands are by nature travellers and explorers; they are not stay-at-home wands, and prefer ambition in their witch or wizard, otherwise their magic grows heavy and lacklustre. Fresh challenges and regular changes of scene cause this wand to literally shine, burnishing itself as it grows, with its partner, in ability and status. This is a beautiful and desirable wood, and wand quality maple has been among the most costly for centuries. Possession of a maple wand has long been a mark of status, because of its reputation as the wand of high achievers." (Taken from Pottermore). I felt that because Dakota is a bit of a nomadic soul, the maple wood for his wand would be fitting. I thought it was a bit ironic as well because of the comment that maple wands are a mark of status, and Dakota (while coming from old magic and a very magic-focused background) does not fit in with the traditional 'status' that might be associated with other maple wand owners. The pegasus horse tail hair core is pulling from that Spirit, in canon, is a horse.
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Patronus - At first for his patronus, I was going to have him have a mustang (like EJ) but then I remembered that the buffalo is very crucial to the Lakota and gave him that one instead. Also, in the canon, baby!Spirit comes face-to-face with an entire herd of buffalo, making friends with a few of them, and I thought it would be a fun to pull that into the character here on Bomb.
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Alignment - I classified Dakota as chaotic good, and I love the definitions that I’ve found that describes chaotic good, and one is “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to do as long as it’s the right thing”. That fits with what I’ve hopefully shaped Dakota out to be.
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Personality - So I’m really thrilled with how his personality turned out because I just turned on the Spirit soundtrack, got into the right mindset, and took the quiz on the 16 Personalities site. Extremely extroverted, reliant upon both his intuition and his own feelings/emotion, and assertive, I felt like this describes Dakota and his canon counterpart to the letter.
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History Since we didn’t get to see a whole lot of Spirit as a child colt, I did create the vast majority of his childhood history from scratch. Once he and his mother moved reservations, though, I took into account Rayne’s history that Ace had written as well as interactions between Spirit and Rain in the canon material.
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I had a dream of the wide open prairie. I had a dream of the pale morning sky. I had a dream that we flew on golden wings, and we were the same - just the same - you and I. Follow your heart, little child of the west wind, follow the voice that's calling you home, follow your dreams - but always remember me. I am your brother under the sun.
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Literally unafraid of the spotlight, Dakota's got charm and the looks to boot. If he's not trying to woo ya, he's trying to befriend ya!

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<h2>LOVERS</h2>
Dakota is absolutely not a saint. If you want a past fling with this fine dude, let me know! He's always harbored a bit of a crush on Rayne, his childhood friend's little sister, but he's also under the impression that she absolutely hates him. So. Yes. Throw things at me.

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<h2>ENEMIES</h2>
Psh. Probably so many. I am a-okay with having Dakota have enemies so I would definitely be up for that if anyone's got any ideas.

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<h2>OTHER</h2>
Hit me up for all the things.

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