Fleeting Wind Resides:
East coast of North AmericasSpecies:
Human (Native American)Weapons:
Hands, Tomahawk, SwordFighting Style:
Hand to HandAlignment:
Tall and straight standing. Black hair on top. Rough skin, that's a light color. (yup) Very muscular, but it's all lean.
His childhood had land had stretched as far as he could go. His tribe was one of the few in the area near the coast, and enjoyed trading between them. He had enjoyed chasing after the animals in his youth, learning to hunt and fight like his father and the other warriors. As he grew older and with his training, he was a mighty warrior indeed. One day some strange people had come onto their land near the shore. His tribe watched from a distance, as they went about their life's but never tried to contact them. The tribe shaman had said to stay away, from them as they gave off a black aura evil. He picked some warriors to watch them as they grew settled, Sending Fleeting Wind as on of them.
that same year, the settlers had started to starve and looked in vain for food. They had no hunters and knowledge of land like his tribe had, and he had felt terrible for them. Everyone knew that going against the shamans words, was a sentence for exile. So when one of the settlers had stumbled upon the camp, they had chased after him but he had gotten away. It was soon after that they started to raid them. Coming in the dead of night, they took food and animals, and left without a sound. They knew the settlers wouldn't last long even with the food they had stolen. So they asked the shaman if they could, attack them and end their misery. The shaman let them, but on the condition the not one of them survive. The day after they were raided, they moved onto the settlers small town. they showed no mercy to any one, and burned down everything they could find. If there was a survivor, they would be killed in the night. Fleeting Wind knew that their lives would be at peace again, and was happy to return to the campfire in his tent that night.
Several months later, the surrounding tribes had began telling tells of a man coming into their camps at night and stealing men, women, and children into the night. Frightened whispers began to spread about the windigo, and soon they had the shaman do banshing rituals against them. Fleeting Wind had never heard of them, so he asked his his shaman on night as they gathered around the fire. It is a man that has been lost to corruption and evil. Having tasted the flesh of his fellow man, he begins to go insane and feed only on others flesh. consumed by a terrible unending hunger, they eat anything they can find. Wearing their skins as clothes, and searching every where for food. I have
, Slowly the shaman spoke. I have never seen one of these ever, but the shaman before had spoken of them. Telling me of what I was to do if one had eve appeared. Nothing can stop them, only by either doing a banishing ritual, or a sacrifice can save a tribe from them.
Shaken by this, fleeting wind only could hope for better days, and that this never cam to his tribe.
Soon the other tribes started to disappear. The only thing that remained was the place where they had set up there tents. There was never any survivors, and Fleeting wind had known that it was coming for the. People had started to go missing, but the tribe did it's banishing rituals in vain. Soon they started trying to sacrifice things to it. Chickens and other animals at first, basic meat from their hunts that they could spare. People continued to disappear. Soon the warriors had begun hunting for it, none of the ever returned. The shaman had come to Fleeting wind in the night, and told him of a blade that would be able to kill a wendigo. It was made of a humans ones, and white as fresh laid snow. He was told to go and kill the wendigo, before it killed the rest of the tribe. Fleeting wind thanked the shaman, and started his search for the wendigo. Many moths past as he sought him, and soon it was winter again. following a trail of blood and various other things from a body, he came to a cave. drawing the blade he went into the cave, knowing that he might never come out again.
Inside the cave he found the floor slick with blood. Continuing onward, he soon found the end filled with rotting corpses of every beast he had known, and several bodies he recognized as man. Looking around he soon found that, it was not there. thinking of a plan, he hid under the many corpses, and waited for the wendigo to return. It was many hours as he sat there, but it wasn't long before it came. Using the elemt of supirse he fought tit toth and nail. It was a long brutal fight for both. He had defeated the wendigo, and had saved his tribe.
Returning to his tribe, he saw the shaman conversing with a strange man. As he drew closer the man spoke, "So the mighty wendigo killer returns."
Smiling as he approached. "I hope you enjoyed your journey back home"
Said the shaman teary eyed. Fleeting wind did not understand, He had defeated a evil, why was he crying? You have been chosen to fight in mortal kombat, and will fight for this earth."
Said the strange man. You have more then proven your worth to join us. My name is raiden, and we should continue on our way before it starts.
Fleeting wind, didn't understand, but he went along, follwing the strangers directions, and heading towrads where he was meant to go. Permissions
: Match-making, coin tosses, disfigurement, dismemberment, NC, death.