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Specialties:
Charisma: Charming
Perception: Intuitive

Specialties:
Arts: Painting
Crafts: Engineering
Academics: History

Backgrounds:

• Ba/Samapa 2
• Ka/Illi 2
• Memory 4
• Ressources 1
• Tomb 1
• Vessel 1

Merits:

• Language (Spanish): 1
• Language (Quechua): 1
• Artistically Gifted: 1
• Common Sense: 1
• Unobtrusive: 1
• Sanctity: 2

Flaws:

• Addiction (Nicotine): 1
• Chronically Late: 1
• Lifesaver: 3
• Soft Hearted: 1

Willpower: 5 / 5
Sekhem: 2 / 2

Balance/Quest/Direction: 2

Sarandu:

• Polishing the Stone (1, R)
• Wrap the Mantle (1, S)
• Raise the Roofbeam (2, R)

Necromancy:

• Challa (1, R)
• Judge the Soul (1, S)
• Separate Ka (1, S)

Physical Description:
Sosimo appears as a man in his forties. Hes descent from the native Quechuan people of South America is obvious in his dark skin of the color of fresh clay, his broad nose and the characteristic epicanthic folds over his eyes. His features are weather-beaten and his short, black hair shows some gray streaks. He dresses himself in simple, robust clothes.

Personality:
Sosimo is a very patient, laid-back person. He prefers to take on life at his own time with a smile on his face. He is very passionate about the things he believes in, but otherwise prefers to sit on a porch somewhere and smoke. Despite all this, he is highly perceptive person who has a knack for putting people at ease. He abhors violence and will always try to resolve conflicts peacefully.

Backstory:

First Life

My name is Kusi. That means ‘happy’ in your language, by the way. I’m not sure if my parents wanted me to be happy, or if they saw my birth as a happy omen. I never asked. I was born about seven thousand years ago, in a small coastal village at the mouth of a river that is called the Camarones River on modern maps. Of course, we had a different name for it, but that word is of limited value today.

Another modern word for something old: Chinchorro. That’s what you call our people. We were fishermen and hunters, eking out a living at the coasts of the Atacama dessert, where rivers allowed us access to fresh water. Division of labor was very easy: The women fished and the men hunted. Most other things were done communally. So I spend my days hunting. Mostly the animals that shared the coast with us, but sometimes a group of us men would wander along the shores of the river to hunt bigger game that lived deeper inland.

Things didn’t start to get interesting until I got about thirty. Now, for you today that might not be such a great step, but in my time many folks didn’t make it to forty, so at thirty you started to slowly slide into the ‘senior citizen’ category. Anyway, around that time I started to take over more and more responsibilities, like leading hunter groups. And people seemed to like the results I got, because a couple of years later I found myself in charge of the entire village.

I made it to the age of forty-four. Again, not too bad at the time. But in the end my worsening reflexes got the best of me: While chasing a vicuña I slipped on a loose rock and broke my neck in the fall.

But of course, that wasn’t the end of me. The village decided that they still needed my talents. I will spare you the details of the mummification process. It’s pretty intricate and involves replacing a lot of tissue with clay. But in this form I continued to watch over my people for many generations. All in all we had a pretty good run. Not many cultures manage to keep going even half as long as we did. Of course there were challenges. Our lands were not the easiest to live in but they were much better than everything else in the area. So there was war, and bloodshed.

But what finally did us in was none of that. It was progress. Eventually my descendants adopted agriculture, and finally merged with other people to form new peoples. And so the Chinchorro became the Wankarani, and finally helped build the great city of Tiwanaku, and the lands it administered.

Now, up until this point, everything had worked out more or less peacefully. Of course it wasn’t perfect, but all in all it could have gone much worse. That changed when the Inca came. Peaceful coexistence was never enough for the Inca. They wanted to rule. And they were powerful enough to make it happen. But the result of this was that the Inca were a feeble minority in their own state. To keep in charge, they had to make sure to keep everyone in line.

At that time, me and my fellow mallki had worked in the background, helping our descendants and generally trying to make the best of the situation. That made us a thorn in the Inca’s side, but getting rid of us entirely would have been difficult and dangerous. After all, we invented the Spell of Going Westward. They got it from us. Their mallki owed us everything, so they couldn’t act openly.

So instead they decided to cull our numbers a bit, to facilitate the integration of our people into the Inca empire. Unfortunately they knew of our weakness to water. And the location of my tomb. So my time as one of the mallki ended with my tomb getting flooded and my body dissolving in the water. Inconvenient to say the least. Of course that was not my end, but the end of my time in possession of a physical body. At least for a fairly long time, until I met him. But I’ll let him narrate that part..

Second Life

My name is Sosimo Obregón Morterero. I was born in Lima, the capital of Peru, in 1978. My ethnicity is Quechua, but culturally I have to admit I’m pretty assimilated. My family left their village in the south two generations ago, hoping to find a better life in the capital. Hard to say if it worked, but it is what it is. As a result, I’m pretty assimilated into the Hispanic culture of the capital.

I grew up with three siblings in a low-income family. Higher education was never in the cards for me, really. I went to school, but after that it was the exciting world of blue-collar work for me. That was something I was never content with. I ended up working as a construction worker to make ends meet, but at heart I was always a painter. An artist.

I probably could have led a reasonably quiet and comfortable life, but that was never my way. Peru was a country with problems, especially the indigenous population. I might have lost much of the culture, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t care. Maybe it was my day job that lead to the issue that I put my focus on: Illegal logging and deforestation.

Now while this was strictly against the law, there was a lot of money to be made with tropical wood, enough to make people look the other way. And the loosers were of course the indigenous tribes, who’s traditional habitat was being destroyed.

So I took up activism. At this point I was self-employed, which meant I was more flexible with my schedule, allowing me to pour more hours into the cause. Organizing rallies and protests, making our voice heard. Only, the people we were up against were not playing by the rules. You might have heard of the death of Edwin Chota and three of his compatriots? They were not the only ones, just the most widely publicized. I looked it up, my death was officially classified as an accident. Of course. Houses burn down all the time. But of course, that wasn’t the end.

Third Life

And that’s what leads us to the current situation. It’s pretty clear that I can’t really continue my second life. In fact, it might be best if I leave the area for a while. And really, at this point protecting and supporting our people at the local level is an exercise in futility. The blood of the Chinchorro has mingled with the blood of many others, and has spread far and wide. I talked to a couple of the others, and we agreed that I should go north. There is a little town in the Estados Unidos, called Starke. A few members of the other suyus are gathering there, and it looks they have happened upon something big.

Freebies:
7 Points for Merits
-6 Points from Flaws
6 Points for Additional Backgrounds
2 Points for an Additional Skill Point
4 Points for a Second Point in Balance/Direction
1 Point for an Additional Ritual
1 Point for an Additional Spell

Notes:
There are two talents I want to take for the character for which there are no fields in the mask: Arts 3 Diplomacy 1

Specialities:

Charisma: Charming Perception: Intuitive Arts: Painting Crafts: Engineering Academics: History

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Player: Zechstein

Sosimo appears as a man in his forties. Hes descent from the native Quechuan people of South America is obvious in his dark skin of the color of fresh clay, his broad nose and the characteristic epicanthic folds over his eyes. His features are weather-beaten and his short, black hair shows some gray streaks. He dresses himself in simple, robust clothes.

Sosimo is a very patient, laid-back person. He prefers to take on life at his own time with a smile on his face. He is very passionate about the things he believes in, but otherwise prefers to sit on a porch somewhere and smoke. Despite all this, he is highly perceptive person who has a knack for putting people at ease. He abhors violence and will always try to resolve conflicts peacefully.

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