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Name: Jalika (Jaw-Lee-Caw)
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Element: Air
Abilities: Is fairly well versed in the standard air bending forms, but as her lack of tattoos attests, she never mastered them.  Instead, she practices a form of her own invention, called the Crooked Breeze.  Its movements mimic the swaying and stumbling of the heavily intoxicated.  The style is based heavily on initial deception, and unpredictable movements.  It's a very weak style against anyone who has studied it.  Fortunately, at the moment Jalika is the only one who knows it.

Personality: Carries a lot of the introspection that is common in Air Nomads, but without their air of lightheartedness and fun.  Her personality is a mish-mash of traits, both earnest and affected.  She appears as a typical drunk, and yet is known to dispense wisdom to anyone who bothers to listen to her.  She acts as if she is still grieving for her loss, but has turned her need to nurture on to others.  With Jalika, nothing is, in its entirety, on the surface, and she is not easy to read.  

Brief Bio: Though traditionally nomadic, Jalika would have called the Western Air Temple home in her youth.  She was born there, and it was usually where she would return between journeys.  She was poised to complete her training and attain mastery of Air Bending, but was jolted from her normal life when her bison companion was killed for fur by poachers.  In her despair, she ran from the Temple and isolated herself for nearly a year. 
 
When she returned, the elder monks tried to use her friend's death as a teaching tool, warning her against earthly attachments.  Rather than comfort her, Jalika was enraged by how little they regarded her loss.  To her, it wasn't a mere physical loss, it was a spiritual one.  On this note of disagreement, she left the order for good.

In the years to come, Jalika fell into a cycle of despondence and alcoholism.  That is, until she came upon a mothberry grove, so called because the plants feed the infant worms of spider-moths.  When she came upon the grove, she found that it was often beset by silk makers, who would take the cocoons, the metamorphosing worms still inside, and boil them down to take the silk, with little regard for the creature inside.  Jalika chased the cloth makers away, and found new meaning living in the mothberry grove, protecting the moths' young from predators and poachers alike.  Since she's taken up residence, the grove has grown large and wild.  She takes the husks of the cocoons, after the moths have hatched, and spins it into her own wild silk, which she sells to the people of the Fire Nation nearby.  

Extras: 
~ Can ride a Giant Spidermoth as a mount.
~ Still owns a traditional air bender's staff, but usually doesn't carry it.
~ Uses a pair of fans for air bending instead.  Carries a variety of them on her person, as she often picks them up from festivals in the Fire Nation.
~ Still shaves her head every day.  
~ Is often carrying a bottle of some shape or form.