Description 

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Standing a few inches shy of 6 feet and physically sound, the brown-eyed, dark-haired indigenous man has been noted to be one of the more diplomatic of his band. Notoriously stoic and apathetic in nature, Looks-For-War frequently comes across as abrasive and unkind to the public eye. During the occasional visit to the state's various towns, one may note that the clothes he wears, minus the pieces of tribal fashioning, were of fairly poor quality. Most habits seeming to be a mix of old military surplus, hand-me-down "civilized" dress, and pieces of traditional, native origin.

Early Life 

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To the Heévâhetaneo'o Tsêhéstáno (The Roped People Band of the Cheyenne) along the banks of the Washita River, Puhwohho, dubbed then as Hotóáso or "Little Buffalo", was born. The son of Méona'hane (Morning Killer), a reputed member of the Hotamétaneo'o Society, and his woman, Koomȯhomo'he (Dancing By Herself), the entirety of his early years were spent with his traditional, blood family. Migrating back and forth, up and down the river bank, his youth was molded by the Cheyenne traditions and habits taught to him, and his skills with weaponry and horses were honed faithfully from a young age by both his father, and the band's other warriors. Tensions, though constant, remained at a high the year before his birth as well as the year of. In 1868, General Philip Sheridan and Lieutenant Colonel George Armstrong Custer led a campaign against the Cheyenne swelling in Oklahoma over supposed raids in Kansas and the Oklahoma territory. However, without bothering to identify the village or do any reconnaissance, Lieutenant Colonel Custer lead an early morning attack on a band of peaceful Cheyenne living with Chief Black Kettle, a massacre ensuing. The following year, the Battle of Summit Springs ensued, and much of Chief Tall Bull's group of Hotamétaneo'o Society was killed.

In the wake of Little Buffalo's early adolescence, on crisp, August night, under a full moon, as the stories told, the silence of the night was shattered by the shrieks and cries of incoming braves. The Kʉhtsʉtʉhka band of Comanche had come for the Heévâhetaneo'o Cheyenne's supplies. Horseflesh, foodstuffs, weaponry, blankets, all was soon to be at the mercy of the onslaught of braves on horseback, galloping at full-tilt toward the Cheyenne encampment, weapons raised high above their heads. A battle ensued, and Little Buffalo's father was swept away with the rest of the Cheyenne men, locked in combat. His mother however, was soon swept from his line of sight, and with little choice, Little Buffalo retreated to their tipi, clutching the revolver of a fallen brave. Time passed, what seemed like hours, and as the shouting, groaning and the recognizable discharging of weapons came to a close, the tipi he sat in waiting within was soon invaded, the hopes of it being one, if not both of his parents, was shattered. Amidst the scouring of the now conquered Cheyenne settlement, a Comanche brave had thought it wise to pilfer through the various lodgings in search of extra supplies, trophies or trinkets, and had stumbled across Little Buffalo. The little boy frantically discharged the weapon, striking the invader in the side, but it was of little use, the boy was quickly struck over the head and subdued into unconciousness. (Under Construction)

Present Life 

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Puhwohho's arrival to the state was a quiet affair. Keeping to himself, and a minimalist when it comes to speaking, he simply observed the tribal situation with attentive eyes. From the Arikoan people to the Wapiti, he spent a generous time with both as a guest, simply wishing to take note of their customs, traditions and their standing with what he called, their "Government Fathers". All of it was to his distaste, and prompted by Chief Bones of the Arikoan, he migrated to the Tall Trees region, gathering a band of disgruntled natives to aid him in his endeavor to disrupt the on-goings of the current Government however he could. This group, the name of which remaining a mystery to the public, allied themselves with Chop Washington and his gang in exchange for weapons for the members of his warband. As one could assume, chaos ensued and The Washington Gang with their newfound indigenous partners plagued the western landscape of New Alexandria. Most of the ensuing crime was petty; kidnapping, armed robbery though it would often escalate to battery, assault and murder. Such went on for a fair few months until Chop and his men dispersed, leaving Puhwohho and his people alone.

In time, a man by the name of Kawoosa, Chief of a former Comanche band in the state, was sent via Chief Deerhorn of the Wapiti due to his recognition of their similar attitudes and goals. The two would come to meet soon after, and form an unbreakable brotherhood steeped in trust, mutual respect and esteem. Kawoosa and Puhwohho thought it wise to merge, and Puhwohho's people were soon brought under the newly-shared chiefdom of himself and Kawoosa. Upon Kawoosa's untimely capture and ultimate demise at the hands of the state Government, Puhwohho remained the leader of the newly merged people. Shattered and emboldened by the blatant and disrespectful treatment and death of his newly-found brother and friend, the group's numbers became the focus, and those who followed him were sent far and wide to gather those who shared sentiments with the band.




From the ashes of Kawoosa's people rose the Mahikoʔitʉ Nʉʉ (Return from Warpath People), though unsuspectingly, they embarked on the path of diplomacy at their chief's command. Such a path was attempted simply due to the observation and witnessing of Kawoosa's ultimate fate through his lifestyle of blatant and rather aimless aggression. Initially, this newly found path proved to be fruitful, as the Governor and the Chief paved the beginnings of peace talks between the band and the state government. Meetings were held for the first two months bi-monthly, and talks appeared to be well on their way to bearing results of which both parties were content with, however the situation in its entirety began to deteriorate. After those initial couple of meetings and the abrupt cancellation of the one to come, no word was heard from the Governor or State Representatives for four to five months, despite the ongoing efforts from Puhwohho to arrange further talks, whether it be telegrams, letters or sending verbal messages through mutual acquaintences. Unsurprisingly, such a reality twisted the hopeful demeanor of the Chief and his people into one plagued by frustration, resentment and sense of abandonment. The band's best efforts to mend whatever schism had pried the two parties apart were met with little besides slander, and back-handed gossip behind their backs. (This behavior would become commonplace with the sitting government at the time and ultimately further untie the knot between the Comanche people and those both state and federal.) The Head of State and her representative's behavior, alongside various troubling and insulting encounters with the state's law enforcement drove the Chief and his band to birth a mass of offensives.

The goal of such offensives was to ensure the failure of the state's ongoing plan to either eliminate the Mahikoʔitʉ Nʉʉ or drive them from the land, as well as to inflict as much damage to the horridly corrupted legal system and its servants. However, due to the nature of the situation and further unnecessary targeting and falsifications from the state's law enforcement offices, the violence escalated and the band launched a pattern of retaliatory attacks on both lawmen and innocents alike. Such attacks were deemed wildly successful by the band as they put an unprecedented amount of stress and pressure on the law and the civilians of the state. Systematic lockdowns of various regions within the state, in an attempt to keep citizens and deputies safe, became the norm, and word and witnessing of Mahikoʔitʉ Nʉʉ's actions (such actions consisted of, but were not limited to: kidnapping, murder, robbery, assault, scalping, maiming and burning) shook the very foundations of the legal, governmental and societal systems via mass chaos, and sent unshakable ripples of terror throughout the state's landscape. (Under Construction)

Affiliations 

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Quotes 

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We are not afraid to die, don't you realize that? We have nothing to lose and everything to gain. - Puhwohho on why he and his people fight.

Trivia 

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• Puhwohho was not born to Comanche parents, but taken as a child and raised in accordance to Comanche law, therefore considered full Comanche.
• Due to his limited time with the tribe of his birth, his knowledge of the Cheyenne language is limited.
• Naturally, he has always expressed a keen interest in horse breeding.
• In most cases, he will speak to those not within his band in his native, Comanche tongue, requiring a translator.