canaryrose

ᵗʰᵉ Last Avatar.

I thought I was the only one going for fire so… fuck me I guess? xD I picked fire for Chu Hua mostly because of her personality. She tends to be impulsive, she’s a bit of an adrenaline junkie, and can be hotheaded some of the time. I feel like thats at odds with the other fire potentials who seem to both be pretty cold and analytical. The two sides of fire! I was thinking Earth but felt like fire fit her far more.

ᵗʰᵉ Last Avatar.

@KillamriX88 Thank you so much! I'm really happy about how much everyone likes her. I didn't mention it in the CS, only lightly implied it, because it was dialogue-based and it didn't quite seem organic for her to monologue about her origins, but Chu Hua actually grew up on the lower end of the middle class in the Middle Ring. She bought her and her family into the Upper Ring with the money and status earned from sports. I thought it added a lot to her motivation and also the amount she has to lose.

EDIT: Woops, sent this out too quick. Thank you Exit, too. I really appreciate all the compliments, aaaaa

ᵗʰᵉ Last Avatar.

@vietmyke It's such a pretty name. A little feminine for my character, but I was going for a bit of irony.

ᵗʰᵉ Last Avatar.

Chu Hua Yuan

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Name: Chu Hua Yuan
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Element: Fire

Residence: Complicated. Rents out a nicer apartment in the Middle Ring for use during the stickball season so she can be close to her home base and her teammates, but spends the rest of her time in the house she bought for her and her family in the Upper Ring.
Occupation: Pro stickball player

Who are you?

The best stickball player in Ba Sing Se. Well, that might be a bit ambitious. Let’s go with… best on my team. That works. I’m the best attacker that the Middle Ring Badgermoles have had in ages, and I’m famous for it. I love my job. I love the game, my fans, and yes, the money. Who doesn’t love money? I’ve been able to provide for me, my family, and my fiancée with everything I bring in. And they love me. I am loved. I am the perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect soon-to-be wife. I wouldn’t trade my life right now for the world. I have everything I could ever want.

I’m a family woman. I have two younger sisters, a mother, and a father. But our family is growing. Next fall, I’m marrying my current fiancée and the love of my life- An Tamura. She’s perfect. Everything I’m not. Wicked smart, mostly, but also beautiful and hilarious. She gets tired of following me through my busy life, I can tell, but she’s never complained. She’s always supported me, even though she has a job of her own- working for the government in the Department of Energy.

I love An. I love family. I love my house, the little garden that runs along the front porch. My job, my teammates. I have a life that many could never dream of. But what if there was something that could ruin my perfect life? Something that would doom me and my family forever? There is. I’m a… No. No, I won’t say it. But I have a secret, and if it gets out, my life will be ruined. Everything I have worked for my entire life will fall into flames.

Is it wrong of me that I still feel compelled to do what I never should?

What is your opinion on Benders?

Evil. Monsters. The bender will never stop destroying until they are destroyed. The world will never be at peace until they are finally gone. That’s what I’ve been taught, at least. Bender is a dangerous word to say in this city, even around those you love. It’s terrifying. It even scares me a bit, too.

When I was a child, going through a box of old things in the far back of the gym, I found a tape. It was unlabelled and ancient. Later that night, I found an old video player and popped it in in my room, alone. Imagine my surprise when it was… bending. A pro-bending match, from the old Republic City. I should’ve been revolted, should’ve thrown it away immediately. But I was 12. I was fascinated. I watched and rewatched that old tape in secret for years, prying up a piece of my floorboard to make sure no one ever saw it. I had never seen someone bend before. It was… beautiful.

I’ve always been an adrenaline junkie- it’s something I can’t deny. This was just like stickball but better. Watching those tapes, doing something forbidden, gave me such a rush. I didn’t end up finding another tape until I was 15, when I finally summoned the courage to venture into the Underground with some of my rowdier classmates to find one. It cost a lot of money, but I found it. And now? Well. I still collect the tapes, still watch them. Pro-bending is fascinating. It’s an expression of violence, sure, but it’s done as a form of sport. And just watching them can’t be that awful of a crime, right?

But the other secrets I hold… those are the kinds of things that could get me killed. I’m… it’s hard to say. Terrifying. But I think I’m a firebender. Gods. Isn’t that the kind of thing that would ruin my life? Of course I would be. Of course. But I can’t be a monster if I don’t use it, right? And I don’t. But sometimes…

Sometimes it gets hard to hold back the heat.

Here she is! Still partially a WIP (as in, I might change some things), but this is all pretty permanent. I'd love some feedback, even if it's just on characterization and stuff. Fingers crossed! Also, imagine stickball as a universe equivalent to lacrosse.

EDIT, 7/8: Just edited some timeline information in the bending section.

ᵗʰᵉ Last Avatar.

Hm. Bending is illegal and punishable by death, but how are bending materials regulated? Say a character owned materials like old recordings of bending matches or even old bending training manuals- would that be illegal too?

The Last Avatar.

I think I’ve decided on a fire bender, am starting work on a sheet!

The Last Avatar.

I'm not sure on which bending type I'd like to go for- air or water seem to appeal to my initial character concept but fire could work, too. I'll have to get started on some character work and see.

The Last Avatar.

Interested! This sounds super cool, I love Avatar RPs.

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

Carmen, too, stood in awe of Jane’s incredible costume. She went slack-jawed, gazing up at the very tall suit of power armor. Jesus, that was so cool. Bev, though, seemed to think it was even cooler, because she promptly tumbled onto the ground like some sort of Victorian woman taken by the vapors. Carmen blinked, staring dumbly at the situation while Will and Ms. Rachel managed to get the Tinker back onto her feet. She had half a mind to ask Bev if she was okay, but other things were on her mind- understandably- as they walked back into the main room to confront the Director.

He looked… Carmen couldn’t quite figure out how he looked as he told them what was going to happen. Not afraid, but he wasn’t confident in them. Not at all. The revelation wasn’t unexpected, but it soured her mood, making her wring her hands. Maybe the others didn’t know what they were doing after all. Could they be just as clueless and weak as her? If so, they were all about to meet a grisly end- or at least get stabbed. If she got stabbed- no, if she even had a broken bone, her mom would make her quit before things even really got started. That was a good thing, wasn’t it? She didn’t wnat to be here. But despite herself, Carmen started thinking of possible ways they might succeed. She had been to the museum on class trips once or twice, but didn’t know the layout as well as she’d like. And this was such a big team, so many powers to balance… she looked at everybody else, assessing. If they wanted to succeed, they’d need to work together.

Carmen turned her gaze to the door as it clicked, surprise appearing on her face as two more faces walked in. She thought she was the last one! Neither introduced themselves. Both looked to be much older than her- in line with the others, she supposed. One inquired about being late, while the other looking to the side, seeming uncomfortable. She could relate. But that didn’t matter much to her right now.

She watched Caiden’s performance with a degree of fascination. The other boy thoroughly intimidated her. His smile hadn’t gone unnoticed earlier, but he still seemed so scary. His tone was always biting, his words smug. But his power was cool as heck. And complicated. The uses, though! She might have to speak with him about it after all this.

Carmen cleared her throat, electing to say some more about her power.
“Car- V. Again. Um. I already kind of explained the basics, but I do object conjuration. They said I’m a Striker, but a really weird one so it’s not important… I just got them a bit ago, so I’m not too sure, but my power has a sort of limit, I guess. The amount of energy conjuring an object takes depends on the specificity of the creation, how much I need it, and its complexity. And size. Sometimes. You’d think specificity and complexity are the same, really, but they’re not, complexity just means making something as complicated as a computer would tire me out but specificity means the more I specify, like, for example, I want a mauve fuzzy scru- oh. That’s not relevant. Sorry! I can’t make things that I can’t visualize exactly and my objects disappear within thirty minutes to a few hours-” As she was speaking, Carmen’s scrunchie disappeared in a sudden burst of smoke, her curly hair floating around her shoulders. “Gah! Oh, sorry…” She hurriedly conjured and put it back up again. It was green, now- she hadn’t cared about the color. “Sometimes, if I don’t specify, it kind of just makes things up. And as for me, I’m, um. Nothing special. I’m not strong, I’m not a good fighter… I can run fast, and shooting a gun and tasing people are pretty self-explanatory, right?” Carmen finished her garbled speech, shifting on her feet.

Young Justice

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Location: The Hotspot Interacting with:Viktor (@FunnyGuy), Aleen'a (@baraquiel), Zach (@Crimson Flame)

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Alisa practically beamed at Viktor’s compliment, leaning in with the rest of them to look at her own work. She felt like she was really starting to get good at this lately, despite all their setbacks. Maybe she wasn’t so bad at this after all? Alisa did frown at Aleen’a’s comment, contemplating. “I don’t know… even if there was, it probably wouldn’t be the whole staff. And I doubt any of them are very involved. It’s worth pursuing, but let’s try not to draw too much attention to ourselves.”

Her chai latte arrived in a little plastic cup, a straw sticking out the top. Alisa said her thank yous and took a sip, swishing it around in her mouth before grimacing and swallowing it. It wasn’t bad- not at all- but liquids always felt so weird. She highly suspected that the only reason people liked them so much was because of the feeling of hydration, but they only coated her tongue in a strange film and sloshed around inside of her. She passed it to Aleen’a. “You can have it.”

Something near the entrance caught Alisa’s eye. Was that… oh. Oh, it had to be. She nudged Viktor with her elbow and tapped Aleen’a’s leg with her foot, gesturing to the door, where a young couple was walking in. The young woman exactly matched the description MArtian Manhunter and given to them. “That’s them, she whispered. She stared outside the window nonchalantly, listening to their conversation. What she heard didn’t surprise her. The boy seemed to be infatuated with the girl. Hadn’t she seen him around the center? Alisa wasn’t sure.

Just then, something else surprising happened- Zach walked in. She kicked him under the table as soon as he sat. “Shhh! Shut up! I thought you were on your date!” she hissed. They all knew he hadn’t actually been investigating a ‘lead’.