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OOC: This is an Avatar: the Last Airbender based RP. It takes place one year after the War has ended. Original characters only, and please be capable of writing at least a paragraph per post. Thanks.
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Ryozo was born in the Earth Kingdom, but most of his life was spent in the slums of Ba Sing Se, surrounded by stone buildings and congested twisting streets. Until he began his journey to the Fire Nation on foot, he had never been able to appreciate the lush beauty of the Earth Kingdom, the abundant forests with towering trees, the rolling green hills, peaceful hamlets and stretches of farmland. He was a restless creature by nature, the inner flame in him constantly burning. But being away from the hustle and bustle of city life forced him to slow his mind and appreciate the world around him, rather than disregard it with his normal cynicism and disgust.
But Ryozo wasn't on a simple sight-seeing stroll. Every step he took, he grew closer to the port city, closer to the Fire Nation. And then he'd find him, the Fire Nation Captain, who brutalized his mother and brought him into this world as a bastard. He wasn't certain what he would do with the Captain once he found him, but all of the revenge fantasies he had played over and over again in his head involved lots of red; the red of the Captain's uniform, the red of blazing fires, the red of blood being spilled.
The thought made a smile curve upon the firebender's lips.
In spite of being an Earth Kingdom native, Ryozo inherited his appearance from his Fire Nation ancestry. At eighteen, he had finally grown out of the awkwardness of adolescence; he was tall, and slim, with lightly corded muscle earned from years of rigorous martial training. His skin was naturally pale, but darkened to an olive-brown complexion from being exposed to the sun. His ridiculously high cheekbones, and the harsh lines and angles of his face prevented him from being considered traditionally handsome, but many a village girl he met on his journey had sighed wistfully over the thought of the kisses his full lips were capable. His black hair was so long it brushed past his shoulders, but he kept the wayward strands tied back from his face. Perhaps his most striking feature, which distinguished him from his Earth Kingdom neighbors, were his piercing golden eyes.
He dressed simply in a faded green tunic and pants. A knapsack carrying the majority of his belongings slung across the broad curve of his shoulder. In his other hand, he bore his old trusted bo staff, easily mistaken for a cripple's walking stick, but a blunt and deadly tool in the right hands, his hands.
The young firebender walked along the forest trail, but he wasn't so lost in thought that a rustle coming from nearby shrubbery didn't catch his attention. He immediately tightened his grip on his staff. Bandits and highwaymen commonly concealed themselves in these forests, preying upon weary travelers and merchants transporting their wares. He had nothing of value that he worried would be stolen, but in the desperation that followed the War, a ruthless bandit could easily slit his throat and leave him for dead without cause.
"I don't like being watched," Ryozo spoke aloud, interrupting the quiet of the forest. He stood defiantly, staring down the shrubbery he was certain his voyeur watched him from now.
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Ryozo was born in the Earth Kingdom, but most of his life was spent in the slums of Ba Sing Se, surrounded by stone buildings and congested twisting streets. Until he began his journey to the Fire Nation on foot, he had never been able to appreciate the lush beauty of the Earth Kingdom, the abundant forests with towering trees, the rolling green hills, peaceful hamlets and stretches of farmland. He was a restless creature by nature, the inner flame in him constantly burning. But being away from the hustle and bustle of city life forced him to slow his mind and appreciate the world around him, rather than disregard it with his normal cynicism and disgust.
But Ryozo wasn't on a simple sight-seeing stroll. Every step he took, he grew closer to the port city, closer to the Fire Nation. And then he'd find him, the Fire Nation Captain, who brutalized his mother and brought him into this world as a bastard. He wasn't certain what he would do with the Captain once he found him, but all of the revenge fantasies he had played over and over again in his head involved lots of red; the red of the Captain's uniform, the red of blazing fires, the red of blood being spilled.
The thought made a smile curve upon the firebender's lips.
In spite of being an Earth Kingdom native, Ryozo inherited his appearance from his Fire Nation ancestry. At eighteen, he had finally grown out of the awkwardness of adolescence; he was tall, and slim, with lightly corded muscle earned from years of rigorous martial training. His skin was naturally pale, but darkened to an olive-brown complexion from being exposed to the sun. His ridiculously high cheekbones, and the harsh lines and angles of his face prevented him from being considered traditionally handsome, but many a village girl he met on his journey had sighed wistfully over the thought of the kisses his full lips were capable. His black hair was so long it brushed past his shoulders, but he kept the wayward strands tied back from his face. Perhaps his most striking feature, which distinguished him from his Earth Kingdom neighbors, were his piercing golden eyes.
He dressed simply in a faded green tunic and pants. A knapsack carrying the majority of his belongings slung across the broad curve of his shoulder. In his other hand, he bore his old trusted bo staff, easily mistaken for a cripple's walking stick, but a blunt and deadly tool in the right hands, his hands.
The young firebender walked along the forest trail, but he wasn't so lost in thought that a rustle coming from nearby shrubbery didn't catch his attention. He immediately tightened his grip on his staff. Bandits and highwaymen commonly concealed themselves in these forests, preying upon weary travelers and merchants transporting their wares. He had nothing of value that he worried would be stolen, but in the desperation that followed the War, a ruthless bandit could easily slit his throat and leave him for dead without cause.
"I don't like being watched," Ryozo spoke aloud, interrupting the quiet of the forest. He stood defiantly, staring down the shrubbery he was certain his voyeur watched him from now.
