Red Meadow.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

OOC: KSHXX! This is Frisk to headquarters, I repeat, Frisk to headquarters, the Coyote has landed!

Name: Ahanu Istaqa (Native American Algonquin and Hopi name meaning "He laughs" and "Coyote man")
Nickname: His foster family affectionately refers to him as "Little Bastard" and "Runt". He does not have many friends, but they have called him things like "Flops Like Fish" and "Chief". When he isn't being made fun of, everyone just calls him Ahanu.
Age: 14
Species: Natural Born Yee Naldlooshii or "Skin-Walker". Can be considered a Werecoyote with a hint of Raven. Skin-walkers are said to be people who can transform into any animal pelt they wear, but Ahanu's tribe can only transform into their totem animals, Coyote and Raven.
Appearance: Standing at 5'0ft, Ahanu is a short, dark, caramel-skinned, boy with dark brown eyes and black hair, cropped a little short except for a lock of long hair on the side, which is braided neatly. He wears some sort of Indian choker made from old man Coyote's bones, and a sleeveless, hooded jacket with old man Coyote's fur lining the hood and the arm holes. He wears a patterned cloth headband with two black feathers sticking out on either side of his head, a regular shirt underneath his jacket, regular jeans, and sneakers. He's rather lean, some would say "skinny", but he's athletic enough from all the physical games he played growing up.
Appearance as Were:[spoiler=Runt:] Minus the piercings. Stands at a mere 5'5ft. His short hair grows into a black and red mane. His coyote is unique in that it has red markings, symbolizing it's supernatural nature.[/spoiler]
Personality: Goofy, playful, and a lover of pranks, he is very friendly and outgoing, but is insecure about his height. He does not mind being made fun of and often laughs along. He is very loyal to his friends however, and has some sort of an "Omega" pack mentality where he acts as the peacemaker between his friends, taking their frustration and anger toward each other and turning it into amusement instead. He has moments of great wisdom before reverting back to a goofy little spazz.
Short Bio: Ahanu is from a Native American reserve and one of the few remaining Skin-Walker tribes in America. The reserve was burnt down by the more superstitious Native Americans who believed Skin-Walkers still feasted on human flesh. He survived, but was orphaned, and then later picked up in the desert by a caravan of other abandoned werecreatures from all over the world, all of them were Trickster Archetypes, from a Werekitsune to a Werespider. His older foster sister, a Wereraven, gave him a few of her feathers to wear on his his headband, allowing him to grow Raven wings as a were. The multi-cultural family settled down in Red Meadow, sending their youngest, Ahanu, to school, which he has been attending for a year now.

OOC:

[Cheerleader's Field]

A boy with caramel colored skin and a cheery disposition walked onto the field in the team mascot's suit. He had the costume's head tucked under one arm as he walked up to the Cheerleading Coach. "Hi!" He said with an enthusiastic bounce. "Am I too late for the tryouts? I'm going for male cheerleader- go team!" He cheered, punching the sky. "-But I heard the team was still looking for mascots-" The boy, who looked a little too short for a ninth grader, put the head on, adding some inches to his height. "Is that position still open?" He asked, his voice now a little muffled inside the sweltering suit.