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Avatar: The Legend of Sinaaq

Avatar Sinaaq

Sinaaq

"We can't let the earthbenders have all the fun, now can we?"

NAME

Sinaaq

AGE

17

BIRTHPLACE

Wolf Cove, Southern Water Tribe

ELEMENT

Water

APPEARANCE DETAILS

Despite his age, Sinaaq strikes an imposing figure; he is quite tall, and a lifetime of high-level bending has gifted him with a powerful physique to match. His features are sharp and striking, and fit well with the almost perpetual devil-may-care smile that adorns his face, inspiring confidence in his fellows and unease in his foes. His eyes are a pale, piercing blue in color, easily reflecting his emotional highs and lows, and combined with his dusky complexion, readily mark him as a member of the Water Tribes. His heritage is only further proven by his tendency to braid at least a portion of his hair in the style of his people, helping contain the wild mane of umber colored hair that frames his face.

PERSONALITY

Sinaaq has always been something of a wild child. He is a proud, hot-blooded boy, driven by impulse and a desire for adventure. He considers himself brave, and often proves his valiant nature with daring, almost reckless decision making, reassured by a confidence that borders on arrogance at its worst. A prodigy at bending, he is unused to failure, and has a tendency to become frustrated when confronted with situations he is unskilled with, a problem compounded by a particularly hot temper. While he is quick to offense, he is equally quick to forgive, and it's rare that one of his outbursts isn't eventually followed up with a heartfelt apology, as he finds the idea of not making amends for his actions untenable.

BIOGRAPHY

Sinaaq's origin is a humble one—he came into the world hale and healthy, born to a simple, if loving couple of non-benders from the Southern Water Tribe. The day of his birth was announced by the arrival of a great ball of flame, blazing through the skies of the early morning. The midwives claimed it was a good omen, the spirits welcoming a strong new son to the tribe. It was only when black snows began to taint their lands did it become obvious just how wrong they were. The first battles of what would become the Hundred Year War raged on throughout the labor, and by the end of the day, when Sinaaq's cries filled the humble home his parents had built together, the world had been changed forever. Firelord Sozin had led his armies in the utter annihilation of the Air Nomads, and severely bloodied both the mighty Earth Kingdom and dual Water Tribes, all by channeling the fiery power of the comet which came to bear his name.

It by the mercy of isolation that Wolf Cove was spared of the worst of the war's depredations. While the comet had imbued the Fire Nation's military with the incredible power required to start a war on three fronts, that same power was fleeting, and compared to the resource rich Hu Xin provinces, the disparate tribes of the South Pole were of little interest. Kept safe by this tenuous peace, Sinaaq spent many of his early days playing with the other children of his tribe and imagining the wider world beyond his arctic home, until his bending abilities became apparent at the age of six. The boy had spooked a tiger-seal during a day's long hunt with his father, and in his frustration, ended up levitating the fleeing creature in a massive sphere of water.

It was only by his sire's shocked reaction that the seal was freed, but what the tribe lost in blubbered jerky that day, they were more than compensated for by the reveal of a waterbending prodigy.

In the years to follow, much of Sinaaq's time was dedicated to training in this new, miraculous art. He labored under the many masters of the federation, learning the time honored techniques of his people with almost shocking speed. By the time he was twelve, he was already capable of besting some of his teachers, and at the age of fifteen, he had more than proven himself a master, having perfected every technique his tutors had to offer him. Always the ambitious one, he declared his intention to travel to the north, to their sister tribe, where he could put his talent to use in mastering the northern style of waterbending before joining the war efforts, which had been steadily ramping up in the waning days of his youth. He was not prepared, however, for just how involved the tribal elders expected him to become in the war to come.

On the eve of his sixteenth birthday, when he would be considered a man by the tribes, the shamans approached him. They informed him that his prodigious bending abilities were not a result of simple luck or pure talent, but rather a symptom of a far more important part of his being: his Avatarhood. They had known since he was a boy, they explained, but it was customary to keep this knowledge hidden from the Avatar until they came of age. That tradition, however, was the only one to be afforded to him. Now that he was an adult, the council of elders and the chieftain had come to agreement; he would not be allowed to travel the world to master the elements as his previous lives had done. Instead, he would assist the tribe directly, by channeling the incredible power of his Avatar spirit to lead them through a series of decisive victories at sea, thereby ending the growing threat the Fire Nation posed to his people.

Sinaaq disagreed. Children all across the world had been raised on stories of the Avatar, a beacon of hope in a time of great peril, thought to have been snuffed out during Sozin's surprise assault on the Nomads so many years prior. It was the Avatar's duty to travel the world, learn from its people, and fully realize their powers after mastering all four elements. To be used as a simple weapon—one which had no guarantee of working, given the mercurial nature of the so-called Avatar state—was not acceptable to him. So, while the elders debated how best to go about unlocking the latent potential of their newest tool, he packed away his belongings, said his goodbyes to his parents (despite their pleas for him to stay), and set off from the South Pole with his trusted companion Nanuk, intent testing just how true the shaman's words were.

TRIVIA

• Like many Avatars before him, Sinaaq shares a close bond with his guide animal, a young polar bear dog named Nanuk.
• Sinaaq is passionate about the cuisine of the four nations and never misses a chance to try something new.
• As with most young men from the Southern Tribe, Sinaaq is an accomplished tracker and trap maker.

Avatar: The Legend of Sinaaq

Avatar Sinaaq

Sinaaq

"We can't let the earthbenders have all the fun, now can we?"

NAME

Sinaaq

AGE

17

BIRTHPLACE

Wolf Cove, Southern Water Tribe

ELEMENT

Water

APPEARANCE DETAILS

Despite his age, Sinaaq strikes an imposing figure; he is quite tall, and a lifetime of high-level bending has gifted him with a powerful physique to match. His features are sharp and striking, and fit well with the almost perpetual devil-may-care smile that adorns his face, inspiring confidence in his fellows and unease in his foes. His eyes are a pale, piercing blue in color, easily reflecting his emotional highs and lows, and combined with his dusky complexion, readily mark him as a member of the Water Tribes. His heritage is only further proven by his tendency to braid at least a portion of his hair in the style of his people, helping contain the wild mane of umber colored hair that frames his face.

PERSONALITY

Sinaaq has always been something of a wild child. He is a proud, hot-blooded boy, driven by impulse and a desire for adventure. He considers himself brave, and often proves his valiant nature with daring, almost reckless decision making, reassured by a confidence that borders on arrogance at its worst. A prodigy at bending, he is unused to failure, and has a tendency to become frustrated when confronted with situations he is unskilled with, a problem compounded by a particularly hot temper. While he is quick to offense, he is equally quick to forgive, and it's rare that one of his outbursts isn't eventually followed up with a heartfelt apology, as he finds the idea of not making amends for his actions untenable.

BIOGRAPHY

Sinaaq's origin is a humble one. He came into the world hale and healthy, born to a simple, if loving couple of non-benders from the Southern Water Tribe. The day of his birth was one of great strife in the world, with a great ball of flame blazing through the sky in the early morning. The midwives claimed it was a good omen, the spirits welcoming a strong new son to the tribe. It was only when black snow began to taint the land did it become obvious just how wrong they were. The first battles of what would become the Hundred Year War raged on throughout the labor, and by the end of the day, when Sinaaq's cries filled the humble home his parents had built together, the world had been changed forever. Firelord Sozin had led his armies in the utter annihilation of the Air Nomads, and severely bloodied both the mighty Earth Kingdom and separate Water Tribes, all by channeling the fiery power of the comet which came to bear his name.

It by the mercy of isolation that Wolf Cove was spared of the worst of the war's depredations. While the comet had empowered the Fire Nation's military with the incredible power required to start a war on three fronts, that same power was fleeting, and compared to the resource rich Hu Xin provinces, the disparate tribes of the South Pole were of little interest. Kept safe by this tenuous peace, Sinaaq spent many of his early days playing with the other children of his tribe and imagining the wider world beyond his arctic home, until his bending abilities became apparent at the age of six. The boy had spooked a tiger-seal during a day's long hunt with his father, and in his frustration, ended up levitating the fleeing creature in a massive sphere of water.

It was only by his sire's shocked reaction that the seal was freed, but what the tribe lost in blubbered jerky that day, they were more than compensated for by the reveal of a waterbending prodigy.

In the years to follow, much of Sinaaq's time was dedicated to training this new, miraculous art. He labored under the many masters of the federation, learning the time honored techniques of his people with almost shocking speed. By the time he was twelve, he was already capable of besting some of his teachers, and at the age of fifteen, he had more than proved himself a master, having perfected every technique his tutors had to offer him. Always the ambitious one, he declared his intention to travel to the North, to their sister tribe, where he could put his talent to use in mastering the northern style of waterbending before joining the war efforts, which had been steadily ramping up in the waning days of his youth. He was not prepared, however, for just how involved the tribal elders expected him to become in the war to come.

On the eve of his sixteenth birthday, when he would be considered a man by the tribes, the shamans approached him. They informed him that his prodigious bending abilities were not a result of simple luck or pure talent, but rather a symptom of a far more important part of his being: his Avatarhood. They had known since he was a boy, they explained, but it was customary to keep this knowledge hidden from the Avatar until they came of age. That tradition, however, was the only one to be afforded to him. Now that he was an adult, the council of elders and the chieftain had come to agreement; he would not be allowed to travel the world to master the elements as his previous lives had done. Instead, he would assist the tribe directly, by channeling the incredible power of his Avatar spirit to lead them through a series of decisive victories at sea, thereby ending the growing threat the Fire Nation posed to his people.

Sinaaq disagreed. Children all across the world had been raised on stories of the Avatar, a beckon of hope in a time of great peril, thought to have been snuffed out during Sozin's surprise assault on the Nomads so many years prior. It was the Avatar's duty to travel the world, learn from its people, and fully realize their powers after mastering all four elements. To be used as a simple weapon—one which had no guarantee of working, given the mercurial nature of the so-called Avatar state—was not acceptable to him. So, while the elders debated how best to go about unlocking the latent potential of their newest tool, he packed away his belongings, said his goodbyes to his parents (despite their pleas for him to stay), and set off from the South Pole with his trusted companion Nanuk, intent testing just how true the shaman's words were.

TRIVIA

• Like many Avatars before him, Sinaaq shares a close bond with his guide animal, a young polar bear dog named Nanuk.
• Sinaaq is passionate about the cuisine of the four nations and never misses a chance to try something new.
• As with most young men from the Southern Tribe, Sinaaq is an accomplished tracker and trap maker.

Avatar: The Legend of Sinaaq

first.

Where It Always Rains

TOTSUKA RYUSEI
戸塚 竜星

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introduce a little pickle juice. upset the established order.
and everything becomes chaos.

---

It may have been a testament to Ryusei's suspicious nature that the blinding smile Ariyoshi gave him in response stoked the fires of his unease. The glint in her eye certainly didn't help that, betraying her intentions despite the airy persona she put on. What was the saying? It was always the quiet ones? Their host certainly hadn't been very quiet since their arrival, but she was rather soft spoken, and the disarming way she conducted herself fit the image of a sweet, docile girl. He didn't trust that. Not at all. Especially when he was in such a compromising position. Wasn't tea supposed to be a relaxing thing to have?

He should've guessed that, even with his small victory of shifting the focus of their little talk elsewhere, there would come another jab. Asking him which one he'd rather sit with? What kind of Machiavellian scheming was this? Why not just stab him in the throat right then and there? Usually, when you went on a date—which this was not, he reminded himself—you just sat across from your partner. That way you could chat with them without feeling too crowded. It stood to reason, then, that sitting across from Shiori would be the correct choice. But, in doing so, he would have to state his intention to sit next to Ariyoshi, which could definitely be taken as him choosing the ginger he just met over the ginger he came in with. Not to mention how small the booth was; it might not have stood out to a normal person, but as someone who had spent the majority of his young life banging his head on door frames and having to squeeze into desks, he was acutely aware of how much space he took up. This was gonna be a tight fit.

He was over redheads, he decided. They were proving to be too much work. Shooting Ariyoshi a glare, the teen decided he would at least try to deny her whatever amusement she was deriving from fucking with him. He placed his hand on the table of the booth, sliding himself into the right side.

"Don't really care either way," He lied, putting on his best disinterested face. Which, considering his general disdain for most people, was usually pretty convincing. "Pick whichever side you want."

Where It Always Rains

TOTSUKA RYUSEI
戸塚 竜星

---

introduce a little pickle juice. upset the established order.
and everything becomes chaos.

---

So this was what it was like, was it? It didn't exactly take a genius to see what the proprietor's daughter had gotten up to. She was teasing them, though the majority of her comments seemed to be aimed at Shiori, who took to huffing like she normally did when he took a few shots at her. He couldn't say he much liked being on the receiving end of it—though the way his otherwise pale cheeks tinted with the flush of embarrassment said otherwise. How the hell was he supposed to respond to that? It wasn't even anything especially scandalous. She just said that he looked nice. That they both looked nice. Together. Was he so starved for praise that even a simple compliment put him on the back foot like that?

"Thanks, I guess..." The way he muttered his response, scratching at the back of his head as if to distract himself from the comment, was more than answer enough. It was totally understandable to be a little off balance when you had not one, but two girls offering their appreciation. Anybody would be embarrassed if put in that spot!

Deciding he needed to assert some level of control over the situation and wrest the reins back from Ariyoshi, Ryusei scoffed, and turned to glance at the many empty booths on offer. "Why don't we go find somewhere to sit? Don't wanna clog up the counter an' all."

Pokémon Showdown! [Invite Only]

Where It Always Rains

TOTSUKA RYUSEI
戸塚 竜星

---

introduce a little pickle juice. upset the established order.
and everything becomes chaos.

---

As the seconds ticked on, Ryusei found himself growing impatient. How long did it take to figure out what you wanted to order? He knew girls tended to be indecisive, but there was only so much on the menu. Before he could do something stupid and hurry her along, however, another approached the duo. He hadn't formally met her, but he was almost positive he had seen her somewhere around the school. Hell, she was probably in their class, if he managed to recognize her face at all, as he understandably didn't spend much of the week attempting to meet new people. Now that they had been formally introduced, she certainly made an impression; her smile made him uneasy, if only because he was unused to seeing it plastered on the faces of people just meeting him. Not if they weren't trying to work some kind of angle.

"Nice to meet you," He offered, although it was a tad curt compared to how warmly she had welcomed him. Perhaps that curtness was well earned, as no sooner than he had given her his response, she decided to pipe up and mention the damn date thing again. He knew the optics of the situation were obvious enough—why else would he constantly feel the need to remind himself it wasn't one?—but she didn't need to go saying it out loud. Dating meant he was interested in her, interested in setting down roots here. That was not something he was trying to do.

"It's uh, not a date," The youth muttered, suppressing any possible heat in his cheeks through willpower alone. Gramps had already embarrassed him enough that morning, and he didn't need Shiori getting the wrong ideas because he couldn't keep himself in check.

Where It Always Rains

TOTSUKA RYUSEI
戸塚 竜星

---

introduce a little pickle juice. upset the established order.
and everything becomes chaos.

---

"Don't worry, I'll keep it within regulation."

As much as he would have loved to snark all throughout their journey, it went by quite uneventfully. He was always more of a counter puncher when it came to his little quips, and it seemed Shiori didn't have much in the way to say to him. That was just fine with him, though—her cheeks had nearly matched the hair on her head when they left her place, assuring him his little comment had stuck the landing. Besides, with her focus on their surroundings more than himself, he could sneak a few peaks at her here and there along the way. She did look pretty good outside of that stuffy old uniform.

His opportunities to admire came to an end when they entered the cafe. It was a homely enough joint, and he imagined that was on purpose, to cultivate the kind of vibe that kept people in seats and ordering coffee all day. He had never been much for this kinds of places; as he said before, they always seemed a tad girly for him, and his palate was more accustomed to fried chicken and cheap noodles than the sweet confections on offer up on the menu. As he scanned the board looking for something to fill the growing hole in his stomach, he eventually landed on sandwiches. That couldn't go wrong, could it? How could you fuck up a ham sandwich?

"Yeah, I think I'll have some sandwiches. Two orders, and whatever the tea of the day is." He eventually declared, figuring they'd probably be on the daintier side. If Shiori gave him shit for getting two, well, she'd have to suck it up. Maybe he'd even share with her. Wouldn't that just be romantic?

Not a date, he reminded himself.

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

Albrecht von Varley

_{Interacting with: Nobody & Everybody — Location: Garreg Mach Monastery}

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Rising early was not a new experience for Albrecht, so when his professor had come to him the day prior with a request to meet before class in the Lion's room, he took it all in stride. An early night led into an early morning, and when the fifth bell chimed, he was already out of bed and washing up by the basin in his dormitory. Adjusting to the size of his new room had taken some time, but after a few weeks, he found the lodgings cozy despite their ascetic bareness. As an aspiring Knight of Seiros, he had made his peace long ago with the idea of barracks life, so his attendance at the officer's academy provided him a rare opportunity to play pretend and wonder what could have been.

After washing, it was time to pray. It was habitual at this point for him to make a quick trip to the monastery's church before class, say a few polite greetings to the clergy there, and engage in some silent contemplation. Today would be no exception, and if anything, Professor Lavender's arrangements made that all the easier—he could take solace in the silence of the still young dawn during his prayer, enjoying the quiet while he offered his devotions to the Goddess. She had been good to him for as long as he had drawn breath, so it the the least he could do to offer her his supplication for an hour of the day. But prayer was hungry work, and by the time he had navigated to the chapel, done his duty, and returned to the brisk air outside, his stomach had set to rumbling.

Mercifully, the cafeteria was on the way to class, and the sixth bell was only just then tolling. Hurrying along, the young noble made way for the place where he had enjoyed many a treat. The smell of freshly baking bread was heavy in the air even as he arrived, a sure sign that the diligent staff had already begun preparing the day's first meal. As he pushed through the doors, he found precious few of the student body there to stand between himself and a well earned pastry. Which, as luck would have it, were just being brought out.

"You've come just in time, m'lord. I've some fresh danishes today, if you'd like first pickings." One of the serving staff welcomed him, a woman whose face he had come to commit to memory. He had always made sure to do the same back at Castle Varley.

"Thank you, Gertrude. I'm sure they're excellent as always." He offered return, a polite smile gracing his fine features. It was good to be good, in all things truly, but especially to those of lower standing. Not least of which because he was almost sure danishes weren't standard fair among the breakfast menu—whether the handful of bakers and servers he had spoken to baked them in honor of his notorious sweet tooth, or it was simply a fortunate occurrence, was up for debate. But he was never one to look a gift horse in its mouth; his morning would be full of flaky, buttery delights, and if he was lucky, the filling would be blackberry.

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The seventh bell came and went just as Albrecht polished off his third blackberry danish, and he made haste in venturing to the classrooms after thanking his hosts for the meal. It wouldn't do to be late for what was undoubtedly a very important lesson, if the professor had been so insistent on his attendance. As he rounded the halls, he idly wondered what it could be exactly that required his specific attention, but as with most things in his life, he simply contented himself with the knowledge that he would face whatever trials were ahead and—Goddess willing—come out on top. He arrived at the Lion's den shortly thereafter.

"Good morning, Professor Lavender," He was quick to greet once he was through the door, among the first individuals there, as expected. "To you as well, Professor Michail, Professor Tomai."

He offered each a bright smile, feeling positively radiant from the ease of the day. Once he had been acknowledged by his betters, he took a seat nearer the front of the room, and awaited his fellows to arrive. How interesting it would be to mingle among classmates he had yet to meet.

Where It Always Rains

TOTSUKA RYUSEI
戸塚 竜星

---

introduce a little pickle juice. upset the established order.
and everything becomes chaos.

---

Had Shiori not explained the situation to him the day prior, Ryusei might have had the same look of shock on his face as Shimizu did when the door slid open. As he stared down at his fellow transfer, he couldn't help but wonder why the hell she looked so baffled. Had her cousin not bothered to warn her he would be stopping by? He supposed it couldn't be helped. He tended to elicit negative reactions no matter where he went. At least she wasn't cowering behind the frame or threatening to call the cops or something, especially since he was sure she was privy to that god damn article in the paper. Thankfully, the awkward few seconds didn't linger, as the shorter girl processed what was going on.

"Thanks," He muttered in response as the door slid closed. He could make out a few voices behind it, but he didn't care enough to eavesdrop. It was good enough to know that his partner for the day was on her way to meet him. The sooner they got this over with, the better. When the door opened a second time, he was greeted with a more familiar face.

A face which caused him to fight back a grin. He wasn't the only one who agonized over what to wear, was he? Most girls his age wore at least a little makeup, that was true, but he hadn't caught as much as a hint on Shiori's face throughout the week. That absence made its presence now obvious, even for someone like him. Plus, she had gone out of her way to wear a skirt without the school forcing her. He wanted to make fun of her for it, honestly, but eventually decided against it. Hadn't he brooded over the idea of her doing the same to him just an hour or two prior?

"Hey. Don't worry about it, I don't mind." Her cousin wasn't exactly a priority of his in that moment. After working himself up on what to wear and how to present himself, he was relieved to see she had also put in a little work of her own. It deserved a comment of some kind.

"You look... nice" He eventually decided, his glower having softened just enough to impart some sincerity. He proceeded to lean to the side just a tad, as if to appraise her in her entirety, although he made no attempt to hide where his eyes went. It was a much shorter skirt, after all.

"Real nice. I approve."

He couldn't fight back the devilish grin that tugged at his features if he tried at that crack, even if he was too tall to glance much more than a little thigh. Content that the very implication would fluster her good and proper, he decided to turn back towards the street, his hands finding their way into the pockets of his jacket.

"Let's get going. I have no clue where this place is, so you'll have to lead the way."