(Yes, I've watched Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron and I have regained my childhood. X3)
Name: Rose Sunset
Relative: Little Creek (Like an older brother)
Tribe: Cheyenne (Formerly), Lakota (Current)
Occupation: Chief-to-be/Chief (Formerly), Peace keeper (current)
Bio: As a little girl, Rose had lived in the plains with her tribe and her family. Being daughter of a chief, she had to learn the ways of the life of the animals, earth and the Cheyenne people. Rose had gotten acquainted with the people of other tribes. As she grew up into her early teen years, her mother had become down with a fatal illness. The chief had become distraught but had hoped for her to become well again. The following Fall, the mother had passed away. The village was in grief, Rose in mourning. But eventually everyone had to move on, including the chief. Little Rose had to stay strong for her people.
And so, the years had gone by and the daughter of the chief had grown to be a young woman. As her father had also grown with age, it was almost her turn to take his place as chief. On the day that she was to be named chief, the village was under attack by a group of pale settlers. Rose's father had told the villagers to run while the warriors fought against them. The village was set ablaze and there was smoke everywhere. But she couldn't leave without him. She had to make sure everyone got out safely before she could go back to her father. But before the girl could do anything, she saw her father get killed with a bullet through him, right before her eyes. Scarred by the sight before her, she had to leave. The smoke, spreading like a disease, had caused her to pass out, far away from the village. A few days had passed and she had awoken. She was no longer in the forest, rather yet, she was in a different village. Confused about all that's happened, she remembered what events had occurred beforehand. The settlers, the village, her people and her, now dead, father. Rose had a lot to take in, but she never broke from her terror in the past. She didn't know where her people were. Either they were captured, or killed, or just lost. The little Cheyenne Indian had nowhere to go, so she had decided to stay with the Lakota tribe. It had been almost a year since then.
One day she had come across one of the village horses who went by the name of Rain. And through her, she met a boy named Little Creek. A Lakota boy. He mentioned that he heard what happened to her and her tribe and gave her his condolences. Accepting that what's done was done, they began to strike a conversation. Their talk led to a rumor about a settlement not far out into the desert where they could find supplies. So she decided to go with him and a few others. Two to three days later, they find the settlement in the West, and Little Creek had gone ahead to the supply wagon. Rose had joined him, and kept an eye out for anyone who might see them. But before she could even see anybody, they were caught. And they were brought in. The Colonel turned his direction to them as they were dragged in. He specified the boy immediately as a Lakota, as for the girl, he had a hard time to examine her. Until he got too close for her comfort and she spat in his face, cursing at him in her previous tribe's language. That's when he specified her as a Cheyenne Indian. When he had ordered to have them both tied to a post, the two indians glanced over and saw a mustang, a horse, tied to a post in the corral. Surprised, they both kept their gaze at him until the were both tied to the post.
The next day, when Little Creek had cut the ropes to their bonds, Rose had tried to make sure they all escape, but before Rose could even leave, she was caught. And there was no way she could escape fate this time.
(I already had a drawing of her all set but I was too lazy to color her in... So I used AzaleasDolls.Com to make a spitting image of her.)
Spirit: SoC (c) Dreamworks
Rose (c) me
But love yours she's a cutie!