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Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.

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Danny Kingston

Location: Stark Hall - 5th Floor
Skills: N/A
Fit: Ninja Workout


Danni dreamed about the Contest of Champions since he knew what it was. He thought about beating out the Young Avengers, he thought about the the popularity, he thought about the fun. โ€œT'is isn't fair! All t'e superhero movies do like, a montage for training. โ€˜ow was I supposed ta be prepared for t'is torture routine?! Tโ€™is lack of sleep is killinโ€™ my skin - โ€˜ow am I supposed ta fight crime and keep up with my socials if my skin is โ€˜alf way ta flakinโ€™ off. Danni grumbled into his pillow, having pushed aside his excessive pile of homework off to the side in favor of laying face down on his bed. โ€œAnd Spicy, stop beinโ€™ so productive while you're here. You're makinโ€™ me feel like I should like, do my homework or study or sometโ€™inโ€™ and I do not wanna. T'at's a future Danni problem.โ€

He fished his phone out as he felt it vibrate, sticking his tongue out as he typed his response.



He kicked his feet, the excitement that inevitably swept him up into better moods bubbling up, and rolled off the bed into a crouch. โ€œDee, Spicy, Princess and Mads are settinโ€™ out. We gotta go! Time ta kick some virtual butt!โ€ Danni cheered, taking a second to tie his shoes and then skipping out into the hallway. Since they had to be ninjas, he'd decided to go wear black, different shades of course because who would ever mix up pitch blank, midnight black, and ink black, but black enough that it'll look black as they're climbing the side of the building and rappelling back down in their attempts to avoid the teachers.

๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡น ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡พ ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฑ ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ด ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡น ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ธ
๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡น ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ด ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ธ ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฉ ๐Ÿ‡ฆ ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฉ


๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ด ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ธ ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ณ ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช?
๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ด ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ณ ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฉ ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ธ ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ.




Despite the festivities in the audience chamber, the back passages of the palace were deathly silent. Practiced footsteps left no trace nor sound as he passed, and those few unlucky enough to cross his path chose to see nothing. The long sleeves of his robes concealed the white knuckled grip he had on the scrap of parchment that called him to business.

Ruby in hand.

A sharp turn and a momentโ€™s pause - listening, listening - found a passage grinding open in front of him and, after passing through, the wall shut behind him. He barely paused to acknowledge the man who opened it, and instead hurried down the winding passage. Door after door after door, plain and monotonous and just enough light to keep his footing, passed but little mattered in this moment. Decades passed since heโ€™d last heard the blood roaring in his ears. It wasnโ€™t a coup, but the stakes were just as high.

Light filtered under the last door in the hall. He paused, collected himself and with a deep breath, pushed open one of the many hidden meeting rooms in the palace. Standing at attention as she studied the earth kingdom map pinned against the far wall, one of his most trusted agents waited for him. She didnโ€™t move or falter at his approach and he didnโ€™t acknowledge her either. Instead, he settled behind the desk and brought forward one of the candles. He touched the ragged parchment to the flame and watched as it burned away. Fitting.

He contemplated the woman in front of him. Much like himself, she was eroding. She stood a little shorter, a little thinner, less the immovable mountain and more a daunting cliff face. He supposed the same could be said for himself, but the earth did not yield unless it was truly sundered and neither of them were ready to break just yet.

โ€œThe ruby has been acquired. It is time to lay the groundwork for the next phase.โ€ The man retrieved a sealed scroll from the desk and held it out for the woman to take. โ€œDo not deviate. Like moths to a flame they flock, but their size is yet uncertain and so we will take their measure. Be safe, old friend.โ€ With a bow and a twist, she was gone beneath the floor, the earth swallowing her.



Spring - Waxing Moon - Lazhou, Xing Jain




At this point last year, the port town of Lazhou, Xing Jian was a bustling trade port. Visitors from both the Fire Nation and Air Nation left their mark through the blends of fashions and foods that have yet to depart from the port. But where the streets were once filled with people from various places freely intermingling were now mostly bare, the citizens doing their best to keep to themselves with eyes trained firmly ahead. The weariness was heavy on their shoulders and tired eyes, only picking up the pace to avoid certain areas. The ones that thrived were those who were willing to trade with the Earth Kingdomโ€™s army while those who refused were harassed out of their homes. Mercenaries and swordsells were in high demand as protection services were hotly in demand as those that still had their money were determined to keep it at any cost.

The one place few would need a legit reason to go without question would be the bar at the Black Eel Inn. The ones who had finished their hauls were happy to quench their thirst after a day in the sun and others were eager to take some of the tension off with stories. Some were more eager to eat than to drink, others were sitting around and waiting for something. The place was bustling with conversation and laughter, making the troubles of the war seem distant.

In one corner of the lobby sat an old, wooden pai sho board. The old man sat at the board had craned his neck over so much he looked like he could fall onto it at any moment, grayed eyebrows knit together as his shaky hands hovered over the red boat tile. He grinded his teeth, stressed by his predicament as his eyes darted to his younger opponent. Her white and black robe rested over her brown shirt and black pants, long, brown hair resting on her back. She was much calmer, her cheek perched on her hand as she watched him.

โ€œDonโ€™t rush me,โ€ The old man spat.

She opened her mouth to let out a yawn, her free hand waving in dismissal. โ€œEverything comes to those who wait,โ€ She murmured.

โ€œYouโ€™re starting to sound like Old Man Bido. Keep that up, and youโ€™ll end up like him with his dead-end fishery!โ€ He huffed as he moved his hand to another tile.

The woman stifled another yawn, her green eyes roaming away from her opponent, though she hesitated as she noticed an Earth Kingdom soldier running past the inn. A strange sight at this time of day, especially as he decided not to stop by for a drink. She almost dismissed it before an entire retinue of soldiers ran by in a hurry. The direction they were heading in bode ill as well.

She straightened up considerably at the sight, hastily gathering her belongings before moving the old manโ€™s hands onto the red boat tile and moving her own. โ€œNext time, prioritize your defense, you left yourself open,โ€ She advised, snatching up her pouch before making her way out of the inn.

Sure enough, the soldiers were heading in the direction of the Knotweed Fishery. The first had remained outside, shooing away any that decided to loiter. As the number of soldiers gathered, a middle aged man dressed in green stepped out of the building, crossing his arms as the soldiers gathered around. He looked more irritated than worried, watching as the first soldier approached him.

โ€œWeโ€™ve received information that youโ€™re harboring fugitives, Bido!โ€ The soldier announced.

โ€œFugitives? You think even those desperate sods would want to hang around fish of all things?โ€ Bido scoffed. โ€œStop looking for problems where there arenโ€™t any and scram!โ€

The soldier looked back at the others and nodded. A majority of them stepped forward, getting into a ready stance. โ€œIf you donโ€™t have anything to hide, then you wonโ€™t mind if we check.โ€

๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡น ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡พ ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฑ ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ด ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡น ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ธ
๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡น ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ด ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ธ ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฉ ๐Ÿ‡ฆ ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฉ


๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ด ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ธ ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ณ ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช?
๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ด ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ณ ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฉ ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ธ ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ.




Despite the festivities in the audience chamber, the back passages of the palace were deathly silent. Practiced footsteps left no trace nor sound as he passed, and those few unlucky enough to cross his path chose to see nothing. The long sleeves of his robes concealed the white knuckled grip he had on the scrap of parchment that called him to business.

Ruby in hand.

A sharp turn and a momentโ€™s pause - listening, listening - found a passage grinding open in front of him and, after passing through, the wall shut behind him. He barely paused to acknowledge the man who opened it, and instead hurried down the winding passage. Door after door after door, plain and monotonous and just enough light to keep his footing, passed but little mattered in this moment. Decades passed since heโ€™d last heard the blood roaring in his ears. It wasnโ€™t a coup, but the stakes were just as high.

Light filtered under the last door in the hall. He paused, collected himself and with a deep breath, pushed open one of the many hidden meeting rooms in the palace. Standing at attention as she studied the earth kingdom map pinned against the far wall, one of his most trusted agents waited for him. She didnโ€™t move or falter at his approach and he didnโ€™t acknowledge her either. Instead, he settled behind the desk and brought forward one of the candles. He touched the ragged parchment to the flame and watched as it burned away. Fitting.

He contemplated the woman in front of him. Much like himself, she was eroding. She stood a little shorter, a little thinner, less the immovable mountain and more a daunting cliff face. He supposed the same could be said for himself, but the earth did not yield unless it was truly sundered and neither of them were ready to break just yet.

โ€œThe ruby has been acquired. It is time to lay the groundwork for the next phase.โ€ The man retrieved a sealed scroll from the desk and held it out for the woman to take. โ€œDo not deviate. Like moths to a flame they flock, but their size is yet uncertain and so we will take their measure. Be safe, old friend.โ€ With a bow and a twist, she was gone beneath the floor, the earth swallowing her.



Spring - Waxing Moon - Lazhou, Xing Jain




At this point last year, the port town of Lazhou, Xing Jian was a bustling trade port. Visitors from both the Fire Nation and Air Nation left their mark through the blends of fashions and foods that have yet to depart from the port. But where the streets were once filled with people from various places freely intermingling were now mostly bare, the citizens doing their best to keep to themselves with eyes trained firmly ahead. The weariness was heavy on their shoulders and tired eyes, only picking up the pace to avoid certain areas. The ones that thrived were those who were willing to trade with the Earth Kingdomโ€™s army while those who refused were harassed out of their homes. Mercenaries and swordsells were in high demand as protection services were hotly in demand as those that still had their money were determined to keep it at any cost.

The one place few would need a legit reason to go without question would be the bar at the Black Eel Inn. The ones who had finished their hauls were happy to quench their thirst after a day in the sun and others were eager to take some of the tension off with stories. Some were more eager to eat than to drink, others were sitting around and waiting for something. The place was bustling with conversation and laughter, making the troubles of the war seem distant.

In one corner of the lobby sat an old, wooden pai sho board. The old man sat at the board had craned his neck over so much he looked like he could fall onto it at any moment, grayed eyebrows knit together as his shaky hands hovered over the red boat tile. He grinded his teeth, stressed by his predicament as his eyes darted to his younger opponent. Her white and black robe rested over her brown shirt and black pants, long, brown hair resting on her back. She was much calmer, her cheek perched on her hand as she watched him.

โ€œDonโ€™t rush me,โ€ The old man spat.

She opened her mouth to let out a yawn, her free hand waving in dismissal. โ€œEverything comes to those who wait,โ€ She murmured.

โ€œYouโ€™re starting to sound like Old Man Bido. Keep that up, and youโ€™ll end up like him with his dead-end fishery!โ€ He huffed as he moved his hand to another tile.

The woman stifled another yawn, her green eyes roaming away from her opponent, though she hesitated as she noticed an Earth Kingdom soldier running past the inn. A strange sight at this time of day, especially as he decided not to stop by for a drink. She almost dismissed it before an entire retinue of soldiers ran by in a hurry. The direction they were heading in bode ill as well.

She straightened up considerably at the sight, hastily gathering her belongings before moving the old manโ€™s hands onto the red boat tile and moving her own. โ€œNext time, prioritize your defense, you left yourself open,โ€ She advised, snatching up her pouch before making her way out of the inn.

Sure enough, the soldiers were heading in the direction of the Knotweed Fishery. The first had remained outside, shooing away any that decided to loiter. As the number of soldiers gathered, a middle aged man dressed in green stepped out of the building, crossing his arms as the soldiers gathered around. He looked more irritated than worried, watching as the first soldier approached him.

โ€œWeโ€™ve received information that youโ€™re harboring fugitives, Bido!โ€ The soldier announced.

โ€œFugitives? You think even those desperate sods would want to hang around fish of all things?โ€ Bido scoffed. โ€œStop looking for problems where there arenโ€™t any and scram!โ€

The soldier looked back at the others and nodded. A majority of them stepped forward, getting into a ready stance. โ€œIf you donโ€™t have anything to hide, then you wonโ€™t mind if we check.โ€
Alright, alright, alrighty!!!

Thank you so much for putting up with me and my demanding questions and thank you for all your flexibility!! So, after a lot of talking and consideration considering the size of the cast we want, we would like to announce the cast of Avatar: The Jade Gambit -

1 - @Obscene Symphony Zai
2 - @Andreyich Jin
3 - @Kronshi Ryschi
4 - @Scribe of Thoth Tao
5 - @webboysurf Huo
6 - @Asura Tianchi

Please move your character sheet over if you haven't already and again thank you for all the great submissions, even if you weren't selected! Please feel free to follow along as we move through the story! I promise it'll be an entertaining read!
@Double Hey! This is a pretty neat idea, but a few notes.

Firstly, the Rebellion has existed for three days. It only pulled itself together in the aftermath of the temples notifying the world the Avatar was in fact alive.

Two, like I said, really cool concept; however, this guy doesn't really have any need to join the rebellion. Honestly, his status quo stays the same regardless of how the war - his character sheet says he detests the Earth Kingdom, sure, but is that really enough to put himself at risk that joining the Rebellion would do?

Three, I like the mystery of his identity but I just want to make sure you've larrady planned put his appearance for when the mask comes off!
@webboysurf First thing's first, this "He leans more on the lean side," physically hurts me! However, his quirkiness is fun and even the darker part of his backstory keeps the lighter energy of the show. It's a well done sheet and I don't have any questions - though it gives me plenty of ideas ๐Ÿ˜Š

@Eviledd1984 Firstly, characters must be between 18 - 24, which you are well outside the range of. Secondly, your backstory is difficult to reconcile with the reality of the setting. Big things like direct monarchy bloodlines should always be discussed with a GM first to ensure that it fits within your setting, the prowess of this character is scaled well higher than it should be, and the weight of this backstory does not match the theme and atmosphere of the rp. I highly recommend that you remove the connection to royalty from the friend, adjust your backstory so it isn't as heavy and aggressive, and tone down the potential power levels of te character.

@Scribe of Thoth Out of curiosity, how much interaction does Tao have with the populace of Ba Sing Se? He basically lived as a normal kid through his upbringing there or was a he mostly aloof? I'm not certain how much connection to some of the existing NPCs he may have without understanding this better!

@JewelSerket My biggest question is the going from the fire nation to the Earth Kingdom. I know the character disengaged from their current life several days before the temple lights appeared but from temple lights to current, it'll be three days. Talk me through the journey between the two places, as three days through heavily contested waters seems difficult.

@Aku the Samurai Okay so I see what we did here, but I got a few questions. Firstly, what is your character joining the Rebellion for. Is it just boredom? If this is the case, take some time to think about it a bit deeper with this character. Secondly, while connecting with major NPCs is a great thing, it needs to be discussed with a GM before starting this. Please change that portion of it from your CS and clarify them motivate please!

@XandryaDM me about how you are thinking about incorporating this drawing atuff that makes you not want to spoil it :)

Danny Kingston

Location: Cafeteria
Skills: N/A
Costume: Double Trouble


โ€œโ€˜e does, and โ€˜e does it alot. Mads, you need to spoop him back for me! I need a demon in shining armor!โ€ Danni demanded, wiggling his fingers at her in parting as she left to change. He was far too comfortable to be willingly dislodged. โ€œNo, no, no. No. No no no no. No. We don't do t'at โ€˜ere, ya know? You gotta feel t'e feelin's. Like me! I feel all t'e feelin's, all t'e time, and I only set one person on fire th'e first day and now t'ere beinโ€™ gross witโ€™ Dee so I t'ink frelinโ€™ t'e feels and just riding the wave is t'e right t'inโ€™ ta do since it worked out great!โ€ Danni booped Her on the nose with a laugh.

Leah entering made him give her a once over and wrinkle his nose, taking in the condition she was in. Why did she have a sword? Couldn't she like, punch through walls and stuff? Seemed kinda useless if you asked Danni. He went to open his mouth, something unimaginably witty in the tip if his tongue for sure, when he paused as Beanie came in next. โ€œOof, it does not look like you โ€˜ad fun out t'ere. Come on, itโ€™s lovinโ€™ friends time so get in t'e bed.โ€ Danni patted Aprilโ€™s bed as he said it. โ€œNormally, Iโ€™d say combine tโ€™e beds, make fort, and tโ€™en cuddles but you look like you need emergency cuddles ta recharge so no waitinโ€™, no hesiatinโ€™, only cuddlinโ€™ cryinโ€™, and talkinโ€™ from t'is point on!โ€ He used his foot to start moving pillows around, making as much space as he could on the bed and t'en settled back in his spot.

โ€œLeah, Beanie, get in t'e cuddle pile, you made us wait so loooong and t'en you can cry, โ€˜ave a good old fashion mental breakdown, and t'en open up about what sucked so much. You'll feel tons better, I promise!โ€
@Kronshi The expansion on the bending style melding is wonderful. I really liked it and I hope that the various story elements that you expanded on in your backstory will come into play if your character enters the RP. I think my only oncern is that it's a pretty complex piece of role-playing, this bending style fusing, and I wonder if you have the writing stamina to weave it into the entire rp.

@Xandrya I genuinely believe that you will get bored with this character. While you hit all the check marks for what should be on the sheet, there's no energy, passion, or interest in her. This character revolves around one major facet of her life, and doesn't have anything else to connect her to the world. This k about her outside of her bending and her drama, and insert some of that into her CS to bring her forward and out of the background. Finding a hobby she likes is always a good one!

@Andreyich Man War Criminal to the max! I'm very interested in his mortal slider here. Why is poisoning a settlement and forcing prisoners of war to work for you more acceptable than looting and stealing? What implications do you think this has on his interactions with the rest of the group and dies he/will he acknowledge that he is in fact, a war criminal?

@Thayr I got a lot of questions here. Why is the Dai Li taking your family? Why are they hunting you? How does a character with little training hold of a squad of Earth Kingdom soldiers? And I'm not gunna lie - friendship issues always make me nervous in rps. There is going to be a lot of character on character time; how do you feel like you are going to get around this roadblock yourselves set yourself?

@Asura Hey, this is great. Right from his character sheet, you can feel that he is a mo k and highly spiritual, despite his attitude towards the Air Noamd culture. I don't have any revisions for you and that is in fact, a threat. Please move your m CS over tho the character sheet tab.

@Andreyich I can see where that wasn't direct enough!

Thank you for the seriousness of that response and after some discussion, we think that this character is good but not quite the right vibe for this particular RP. You're right, he does present perfectly as a Jong Jong type character but that role type is filled by NPCs. While we do want characters to help each other grow, we're aiming for people being on a similar maturity level in the beginning.

So while I think k this character is solid in the way it is now, it's not quite the character we are looking for I this rp.
@Andreyich I guess my concern about the age is the heart of the story -

At the end of the day, ATLA is a coming of age story where characters who have experienced things one way are thrown into situations that force them to look themselves in the mirror and make hard choices, growing as they do into the people they are at the end. It feels like this older character has already gone on this journey and come out, unfortunately, the worst for wear as a result.

Talk to me more about how he'll grow and what your end goal is for his character arc as he embarks on this new chair in his life.
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