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[center][h1][color=20B2AA]Anitelu[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=20B2AA][h2]"The water rises from the land, fills the skies, and falls to the sea. This is the pulse of the world. The flow of it. All we are is but ripples in this flow."[/h2][/color][/center]

[color=20B2AA][b]Age:[/b][/color] 19

[color=20B2AA][b]Personality:[/b][/color] Anitelu is, like most of his tribe, pacifist and calm. In fact, his willingness to leave the tribe and travel marks him as a hothead by their standards.

[color=20B2AA][b]Background:[/b][/color] Though considered part of the Southern tribe, Anitelu and his people have moved north, settling in the spiritual oasis of the Foggy Swamp. Anitelu was born in the clay town on the western coast of the Earth Kingdom, eldest son to a young couple. His father was a bending instructor, and so "Ani", as he was known, was taught the tribe's unique form of plantbending from an early age. No prodigy, he nevertheless earned a fair amount of respect among his age group. Now grown, he assists his father in instruction, while regularly meditating on the nature of water and its passage through the environment. Anitelu's mother has also decided it's high time he choose a bride, and has pestered him about it incessantly; at least once a week. Being sent by the elders to find evidence of the new Avatar has provided a welcome relief from these domestic matters.

[color=20B2AA][b]Bending Ability:[/b][/color] Waterbending. Anitelu has mastered the skill of bending plants, like most of his tribe. He is unskilled with any form of waterbending that involves ice. 

[color=20B2AA][b]Other:[/b][/color] Anitelu shares the ability to sense plants, animals and people around him through the water in their bodies with most of his tribe. Other than that, he carries a whalebone machete, wooden boomerang, and a waterskin; common bender equipment for his tribe and their Southern relatives. He also carries a meditation blindfold woven from the plants of his home.

[color=20B2AA][b]Sample Post:[/b][/color] The water was transparent, but shallow, in the mangroves at the edge of the Foggy Swamp. Despite its name, the day was bright and clear. Not that this mattered to Anitelu at the moment, who had blindfolded himself. Without sight, the movement of water through the world was much clearer. He was equally capable of feeling the wind as an Air Nomad, so long as it was this humid and close to the sea. A frog squirrel climbed the tree behind him. The roots and branches of the tree defined the room, and Anitelu reached out to pull the water from the ground beneath him, hardening the mud to solid clay, and he went through the 15th form.

"Brother," Latai, his youngest sister, flinched as the water under Anitelu's control stopped close enough that her breath caused ripples on its surface. He had 'seen' her coming, of course. Few benders in his tribe could be surprised successfully. "Father said the elders have called you." Latai had taken a step back. He turned to face her, calling the water back to him. He let it splatter on the ground, rejoining the mud. "You shouldn't wear that thing. It looks weird."

Laughing, Anitelu walked forward, ruffling her hair affectionately. "A master can see without his eyes, sister." He made no effort to remove the blindfold, following her back to their house. Baked clay, it had little water in it. He had to rely on his hands to find the door. Only when he was inside, the gentle chatter of his family around him, did he take off the cloth and let himself see. The living area was crowded, but he had little time to greet everyone. His meeting with the elders was soon. His father passed a bowl to him, and Anitelu had just enough time to greet his mother before he and his father left.

"What do the elders want, Father?" He couldn't contain that one bit of curiosity, no matter the composure he was expected to have. The river boat was different to that of the seagoing boats the traders used; flat with a wide bottom and a pointed bow. They weighted their luggage in the middle, Anitelu at the front and his father steering at the back.

His father sighed, his wrinkles deepening slightly as he frowned. "They sense something amiss. That's all they would tell me." No amount of meditation was needed for Anitelu to pick up on his father's anxiety, and as he swung his arms to get the boat moving, he couldn't help but mirror his father's frown. 

There was only one place they were going; the centre of the swamp. The Banyan Grove tree, on whose roots only the elders were permitted to meditate. From there, it was said, they could see the whole world. Their warnings had saved the tribe from ignorant earthbenders many times. Was there to be another attack? Or worse, had something happened to their sister tribes?

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