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Post by shades on Dec 27, 2017 22:41:22 GMT -5
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Post by shades on Dec 27, 2017 22:41:38 GMT -5
[ DOB. #### AG — Year of the — ]
PARENT 1 [ Nationality ]
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Post by shades on Dec 27, 2017 22:41:49 GMT -5
EZRA ZEPHYRA[ Republic of Vesta ]
[ DOB. 1270 AG — Year of the Dragon ]
Lorella Zephyra [ Republic of Vesta ]
Samir Hasook [ Republic of Daksina ]
He’s most like his father in looks, but takes after the Firebender hot-tempered personality. Growing up, Ezra was always on the small side until he hit a growth spurt around sixteen. Since then he has grown up rather nicely, Ezra has a nice look to him at nineteen even; petite and fit build with a tanned complexion and freckling skin. . His dark hair has a nice wave to it, parted on the side while shifting and flowing in dark waves of unruliness, with brittle and mildly varying lengths of the tips. His fingers are calloused from airbending and learning—a nervous habit of him is to fiddle with the short hair strands on the back of his head. He has sensitive features, fair olive skin, and ocean water blue eyes. He is tall and getting taller each passing year. Sometimes he looked truly beautiful, like one of those lifelike portraits of the royal families and Avatar paintings depicting them as haunting graceful. In this time of his life, Ezra truly was beautiful. He still held his head on one side, and had a dimple when he smiled. He has a narrowed face with medium brows, a thin but buttoned nose with a scar as a result from Bending Dueling and protrudes out a bit to the left from being broken many times in his youth. He has a hefty amount of unnoticeable scars and burns in arrays across his torso from years of being worn-down, battered, and beatened in the slums of Nation City.
When he spoke straight at you, so did he look at you; his gaze is cool, calculating, and soft. He could stare down anyone, though this was a gift he rarely practiced. There were a collection of things about Ezra: nothing he was “just” something. There was a meticulous aspect to him. One that furrowed his brows in thought as a puzzle presented itself in his brain, scattered thoughts dancing and twirling like the drifts of rain in the storm, his finger idly tugging the short strands of hair at the nape of his neck.
As a child, Ezra’s clothing changed a lot because he was constantly growing and getting dirty; he was in need of something new at almost all times. Because of this time he mostly wore rag-like clothes when he was little, often times with sandals or simple pairs of shoes with holes in them if he could get them. His most notable and precious article of clothing is his dark blue scarf; it’s torn in some areas, but still holds through or is repaired with precision from his mother. The clothes he wears as an adult, however, he’s had for a while.
The main part of his clothes are simple, fitting dark pants that minimize noise and are more difficult to burn or singe. And a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up and tucked into his pants belt. He’s used to fighting, or the constant picking of fights; he always wears a pair of simple animal-furred dark gloves with the fingers cut off, to ensure easy bending and lock-picking. His shoes reach around his ankles he stole from a noble youth (who deserved it). They’re built to last, but he’s used them so often for bending they have obvious signs of worn and no tread left, leaving him a sliding mess when on ice. And lastly, his jacket when it’s colder, made of a thick, grey, canvas-like fabric that stretches to his hips.
While he doesn’t need weapons, as a Bender, the majority of his equipment is just belting with various pockets and storage areas where he can keep gold tor trinkets he finds ‘laying around’/ The central of these is a cluster of black belts around his waist with pockets on his right hip mostly. He carries a cross body bag for storage of larger items like books and his flight goggles. The most valuable item he owns, however, is a rather old blue Glider from the Southern Temple. One of the lasting gifts from his father should he be an Airbender (guess what Father, you were right). THE AGGRESSOR Let’s start by assuming the worst of Ezra, it’s easier. Ezra is absolutely the person who forgets someone’s name the second you tell it to him. He has a clear-cut pessimistic personality that borderlines almost gut-wrenchingly fake. Ezra, in many ways, is still a petulant teenager. He tends to be argumentative when compromise would be possible, and he can read criticism into just about any situation. He tends towards dry, sarcastic wit, although he does not usually joke at the expense of others; he borderlines completely cussing someone out simply because he can’t think of better argumentative words. For the most part, he’s likeable and relatable. When there’s a problem, he’s quick to judge and over-analyze, but he also is quick to go to another’s defense. He’s wholly loyal, has a rough-cut charm, and naturally smells like herbal tea, the embers of a fire, and crisp wind.
Ezra is a thickhead almost to a fault and can get really nasty quickly. He puts pressure on himself where, in a very less-than-mature like fashion, he represses everything in such an unhealthy way to the point of snapping. He’s very practical, but hates structure and routine—it makes Airbending easy and dueling almost easier. When in a dueling arena, many look on in awe as he “Airbends like a Firebender”; with an aggressive, offensive strategy rather than evasion. When fighting, he doesn’t like making assumptions, however, preferring instead to analyze his surroundings, check his opponent, and arrive at a practical tactic. It’s the only time where some can say he isn’t as abrasive and headstrong as he is conversation and personality. However, Ezra is a very “go with the flow”, trusting in his ability to improvise in any situation presented to them—and has learned the best with “hands-on” experience, rather than studying a book or training almost excessively. Throwing himself in the arena was the easiest way he could learn.History && Other Information MASTER SOVRIS TEGA[ Republic of Vesta ]
[ DOB. 1215 AG — Year of the Rooster ]
PARENT 1 [ Nationality ]
PARENT 2 [ Nationality ]
THE WISE OLD MAN PersonalityHistory && Other Information
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Post by tenny on Dec 28, 2017 23:36:06 GMT -5
EMIL ARTOOTRA[ Republic of Vesta ]
[ DOB. 1269 AG — Year of the Rabbit ]
Althea Plum [ Republic of Vesta ]
Artootra [ Unknown ]
There are a lot of things Emil hates about Emil. For one: he inherited his mother's tic, the woman he detests most. His left eye commonly twitches when he's excited or frustrated, and he often slaps at it to get it to stop, more often than not resulting in some swelling and eye watering. This very tic has gotten both him and Ezra into various binds in the past, though the dynamic duo always seems to come out on top. Second: He developed his mother's inherently stubborn attitude. Which, again, has gotten him and Ezra into trouble in the past, but more on that later.
Emil is of average height, standing at 5'11" tall and weighing in at around one hundred and ninety pounds. He has a very tone, athletic build, as his 'job' requires it. He has strong legs, as he often finds himself in situations he has to run from, as well as thick forearms due to archery. Though with every positive, there is a negative. Emil often has bandages covering his left elbow all the way to his knuckles. This is due to the constant rubbing of the bowstring against his arm, and accidentally stabbing his purlicue over and over again... He is a rather... lazy practitioner, but don't let that fact fool you into thinking he's no good. In fact, it's quite the opposite! The two of them have made a small fortune off of Emil's archery skills. He also has scars riddled all along the bottom of his feet due to running barefoot over rocks as a child... yes he was quite troublesome, and expensive, to deal with as a kid.
The third thing Emil hates about Emil: His beautiful, mesmerizing, dazzling, golden colored eyes. Yes, you guessed it, he got those from his mom, and he hates them. He'd much rather have common dark brown eyes like his father had. His medium length hair is dark brown in color and, with a bit of help from hair gel [that he gets from 'one of his guys'] he keeps it swept back off of his face. His mother hates it, because his face is so chiseled, but he also has a light layer of facial hair starting just below his cheek bones, on his neck, his jawline, above his upper lip and around his mouth. This is actually something he loves, as it's very similarly styled to his fathers... well... to the picture he has of the man who may or may not be his father.
Similar to his partner in crime, Ezra, Emil wears very simple clothing that help him maximize his abilities... however illegal or... immoral they may be. For the most part, he wears darker colored pants, whether they be black, navy blue, gray, what have you. His shirts, again, consist of darker colors, but you never really see those because of the dark green cloak he always wears. Why does he wear it you ask? You know why. It was his dads. Emil keeps various tools hidden under his cloak, of which I will not divulge the secret to, as that would be wrong to rat out Emil before he even got the chance to do anything wrong. THE ARCHER Emil is always looking out for numero uno!... That being Ezra. Ezra may not want to believe it, but Emil knows that his best friend is the Avatar and won't let anything happen to him, even if it means his life is on the line. He also is rather compulsive when he has the upper hand and can often back himself into a corner when he's far in the lead, this goes for more than gambling mind you. That being said, he usually comes out on top, but this is due to his silver tongue. Yes, Emil has a way with words that others can only dream about. There are very few situations that he can't talk his way out of but there were a couple of times where his talking just got himself, and Ezra, into more trouble. [see Ezra for more details] When it gets down to it though, Emil can get down and dirty with the best of 'em and refuses to let anyone get the upper hand on him.
He took his father's first name as his last, despite him not being there for the entirety of his twenty years on this planet. Emil's reasoning behind it is 'I think it's cool that it's the same backwards as it is... regular. I think, hold on let me write that down and check.' [Yes that was an actual conversation he had with his mom when he changed his last name.] He also completely loathes his mother, despite her always loving and cherishing him no matter what. It's actually kind of sad if you think about it, but I plan on developing it through satire so it's okay. Also his father was the one that got him to pick up archery... well not really. Emil's mother has an old bow that she says used to belong to his father, thus, Emil trains everyday to be a perfect archer so when he meets his dad one day they'll have something to bond over. Which is, again, really sad... because this dude is never meeting his dad. i guess ill do some pictures and stuff later
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 30, 2017 2:20:58 GMT -5
ADLARTOK UMIAKTORVIK[ Daksina Republic ]
[ DOB. 1270 AG — Year of the Dragon ]
Unknown ;; Adoptive Mother : Tilaqiia, meaning "Beautiful Plant" [ Daksina Republic presumed ;; Daksina Republic ]
Unknown [ Daksina Republic ]
Adlartok, in and of her self, is anything but striking. Sure, she is beautiful, but everything about her screams "subtlety". Rich, almond-shaped eyes observe the world around her in colors darker than night itself. Her hair is long, and black as the underside of the moon, cascading to her waist. It shines in the light, and is usually contained in a thick braid.
Adla's braid is not the only thick thing about her. Adla can only be described physically as "dense". Short in stature, Adla reaches an underwhelming height of 5'2", and is often mistaken for a child, save for the thick muscles she carries (which weigh her in at about 125-130 lbs). Adlartok grew up as a hunter in her small village in the South Pole (a part of the Daksina Republic), and she built quite the muscular legacy in herself. She is tough, with strong endurance, and lacks the basic qualities that most deem aesthetically pleasing (slender, curvy, large eyes, etc.). This doesn't mean she isn't beautiful.
Her dress doesn't compliment her, really, as she is fairly flat chested and sticks to baggy t-shirts and jeans or yoga pants, wearing her boots she's had since she left home. In the winter, she'll also throw on a warm jacket from home made of fur skin that was a gift from Tiilaqiia right before she left. She typically carries a dagger of sorts on her, and has a bag for her journals and other items she needs. She's more practical than beautiful.
Adla's true beauty shines from within. THE DEADBOLT Adlartok has a smile that outshines the sun, and a laughter that could fill the entirety of all the oceans she moves. She is kind and compassionate, and has a fierce loyalty to those she loves. However, her loyalty has led her to be ruthless and strong. She is a warrior at heart, in that she is deep, dark, and dangerous, just as the waters she carries in the palms of her hands. She is a force to be reckoned with, and she never backs down. She has been known to butt heads with those she doesn't agree with, but she is also easy and quick to forgive. She holds her values close to heart, and requires time to take in and process other people before becoming close to them. She is very much like two sides of the same coin, and constantly looks to the spirits of Tui and La for guidance.
Most interesting about her is that Adla doesn't enjoy her bending. Though she possesses immense capabilities and has gathered quite the expertise through her studies and travels, she feels her bending is more of a burden rather than a gift. She was one of the few to have it in her village, and learned to do without. She took lessons before deciding that she wanted more for herself than the small village, and left to pursue the world. She now arrived in Nation City with no real plan of action, despite the growing tension in the world around her.
She misses her adoptive mother, Tiilaqiia immensely, and thinks of her often. She writes when she can, and hopes that someday she will be able to return home with something that Tiilaqiia could be proud of (although she is already more than proud of her beautiful daughter). She is also steadfast in her traditions, and stubborn when it comes to her ways. She is always changing, much like the tides, in her interests, however, and is always up for new things.
Adlartok meaning "Clear Sky" and Umiaktorvik meaning "river". Adla, as she is referred to by her friends, was found in a canoe washed up along the far edge of her village. There was no note or name attached, and her small, baby self, was quite nearly frozen with cold. An older woman, whose husband had died ages ago from sickness, found her and took her in, devoting her to the Tui and La spirits as she knew the ancient story of Princess Yue. Favor found young Adla, who was able to be restored to health. The woman, name Tiilaqiia, cared for her and raised her, naming her Adlartok as the sky was crystal clear when she was found, and Umiaktorvik after her path of arrival. Because of this. Adla still gives great homage and respect to Tui and La daily.
Adlartok grew in grace and with ease, falling in well to the small village life. She was always searching for answers, always hoping the missing pieces of her might be explained. When her bending prowess appeared, she willingly took lessons in hopes that would explain more. When no answers were provided, she left home to find them. She traveled the world far and wide, recording her journeys in her notebooks and making her way in further as the world continued in its upheaval.
She now resides in Nation City, making money off the bets of the underground bending arena and a day job working for Future Industries, and has yet to get her license. She is still unsure whether she wants to use her gift, or keep it locked away forever. She, herself, doesn't even know the full extent of her powers, or how important they truly are.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2017 18:51:39 GMT -5
AMIAS SHOTOSU[ Republic of Vesta ]
[ DOB. 1270 AG — Year of the Dragon — ]
(Fire Lord) Alastair Shotosu [ Republic of Vesta ]
Lin Shotosu [ Republic of Vesta ]
Oh, the heir to the Fire Lord is quite the looker--not in the traditional, more conservative sense, depicted by stoic faces with rigid postures and flowing robes of silk, drawn into ancient scrolls, painted and etched into some of Vesta's historical walls and buildings, watching like distant (and disapproving) guardians of some kind. In many more ways than one, Amias barely resembles the former Fire Nation's past--let the people decide whether it's a good thing or not, and judging by how highly the public favors him, they seem to quite like the direction the nation is moving.
With a face, demeanor, and sparkling personality groomed for the camera, Amias, at times, closer resembles a pop music star than a member of an aristocracy that was once feared. He stands at a comfortable six foot even, with an ease of straight posture that carries itself effortlessly. His skin, fair but lightly tanned (in such a way that it seems natural, but you never really know, since celebrities these days do the absolute most to appear a certain way), is flawless, as are his straight, shaved, pearly white teeth, framed by just one dimple on the right side of his face--the obvious presence of an endless pool of money to pour into his looks. He's got a mop of dark brown curls that he styles just long enough for them to fall around his head in loose, easy waves, but short enough to only border on looking unprofessional. His hazel-green eyes, which appear to be just slightly monolidded, as well as a faint splash of freckles on his cheeks and shoulders, seem to indicate some kind of mixed ancestry. All in all, his unique features, paired with the standardly handsome square jaw and boyish pout, contribute to a captivating television presence, to say the least.
Long-legged and lanky, with a thin, hard-bodied build, one might not be able to tell at first glance that this young man had been trained, somewhat secretly, given the modern taboo on bending, by expert Firebenders from practically the time he could walk. It's a combination of Amias's fast metabolism and inability to put on much weight in general, including masses of muscle. But his build does characterize his bending; rather than attack aggressively and relentlessly, as is typical of Firebenders, his style is more read-and-react, and using his opponent's energy against them. All that being said, he has a certain ease and grace--and to some, femininity--in his movements, not unlike that of a cat. With the confidence and self-assuredness that comes from his money and his status of being the heir to the Fire Throne, it's no surprise that he walks with shoulders thrown back and head held high.
As one might expect, given his status, Amias dresses very well; after all, he's a bit of a trendsetter, with the outfits he sports in public appearing in fashion catalogues not even a week later. Typically, however, his style is characterized by richness of both fabric and quality--think crimson and gold and navy blues, stripes and polka dots, velvet and silk trims, genuine leather, and designer tags on the back of them all. Even what he would call his 'casual' style isn't considered to be by the majority of people, but he seems to be quite comfortable in his collared shirts and dress jeans.
THE PRINCE
Fortune seems to have shone warmly on this young man, since at first glance, he seems to have almost been made to take the role he was born into. Amias has a captivating persona, typical of his birth year. Charming and confident, with his natural grace and unforced swagger, he effortlessly commands conversation--he's the master of interviews and the king of television. His genuine passion for life, as well as various topics on social justice, is obvious, and his manner of speaking makes one want to take his side.
But, above all, Amias is an academic. Exposed to the finest schooling in the Republic of Vesta, he has mastered the finer arts of learning, but, the arts of rhetoric and style and psychology along with them. His vocabulary is extensive, his speech an artfully and fastidiously designed collection of hand-picked words. In a time where appearances matter more than anything, when public opinion can be swayed and speculations can arise from a gesture or a glance, or a slip in body language, a large part of Amias's childhood was devoted to avoiding mistakes like those mentioned by all costs. So, is what he says and believes in truly genuine? Only the man himself would be able to answer that question truthfully, and he'll be damned before he brings any kind of shame to the Fire Throne, or to himself. But nobody would even dare to think that deeply about a figure like him in that way, when he seems so raw and honest.
As one might expect, however, a lot goes on behind closed doors in the Fire Palace. When left to his own devices, which isn't often, the Firebender is a mere shadow of his public persona. Sure, he knows how to flip it on like a light switch, but only a select few would be able to know the extent of his introversion. Amias is soft-spoken and shy, and nearly two decades spent obsessing over every little thing that could go wrong has made him incredibly anxious. He isn't just thorough--he's obsessive, a perfectionist at heart, and absolutely cannot stand to disappoint those who put any kind of trust in him. Even though his intentions are pure, simply for self-preservation, when things go wrong--well, the results aren't pretty.
But even though he lives to please and play the pretty part, Amias hates what he's being held to. Part of him loathes the responsibility, and now, the weight of a tense world rested partially on his shoulders. As much as he wants to do well, he'd rather be rid of it all than carry it out to its rightful end. But what will he do about it? Nothing, probably. How can he, with his hands tied?
- His name is pronounced um-EYE-us - Doesn't have many close friends. Fame has a way of isolating people. - more tba
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