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10 yrs ago
Current I'm a little bit Eurosceptic, I'm afraid.
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11 yrs ago
Gibraltar is OURS. Go away, Spain.

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Mordecai reeled as he regained full consciousness, shocked and disorientated. That voice... it was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. Losing control of his own body - that had been terrifying. There were a multitude of different ways that kind of power could be used for corrupt purposes.

Still panting, he looked up an saw the girl, Rhiannon, beckoning to him, and his companions. She seemed remarkably cheerful for someone who had just performed an act of enchantment on at least three grown men and a dragon. Who knew who else might have been ensnared? Did this child, a mere youngster, have control over her own power yet? At any rate, she had managed to lead them to the relative safety of the Sepulcher.

Planting his staff solidly into the ground, he hoisted himself up, groaning loudly. His joints felt stiff and worn - the strenuous running hither and thither through the city had not done any favours for his old age. Nevertheless, he finally managed to force his legs into motion, propelling himself towards the inviting gates and enthusiastic girl within. He feverishly hoped that his companions were also able to overcome their bewitchment - the road would almost certainly become overrun by soldiers of both sides within the hour, crushing any bystander that remained.

As he neared the entrance, his tired gaze fell upon Rhiannon's head. It was clotted and matted with bloodstains, but no sign of large wounds. There were, however, several smaller cuts and grazes on her face and hands.

"Child, you are hurt. Please, allow me to heal you."
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo............
I posted a CS on the Interest Check page. I hope it's acceptable, and I hope everyone returns!
Name: Turuk

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance:



Bending: Water

Year: First Year

Personality: Usually calm and collected. He has devoted much of his life to learning waterbending, and, because of this, his personality reflects the characteristics of water. He can be passive and serene one moment, then furious the next. In classes, he is usually very quiet, participating rarely. He is not very outgoing, but fiercely loyal and protective to the friends he has. Despite this, he is not gullible, and will rarely interact positively with those he deems ' a bad influence'.

Short Bio: Turuk was born in the Northern Water Tribe, to two waterbenders. He has two siblings, who are both younger than him (Anakka - female, and Kanak - male) and cannot yet join the Bending School. They are both waterbenders. At the age of thirteen, he travelled to the Earth Kingdom and the United Republic, where he and his family learned of the existence of the Lion Turtle's academy. When he reached the acceptable age, he enrolled into it and was accepted. He remains there to this day, studying the art of waterbending.

Other: He aspires to become a waterbending master. He has few ambitions other than this, merely wanting to train future generations for the good of his Tribe.
Tell me about it...
Oh, I think it's my turn to post.

Sorry for being a bit inactive these past few days. Been busy.
Come on, someone post already...

Is everyone off sick or something?
*conceals said body part with a convenient blanket*
Indeed...
Hang on, are you referring to a donkey or your, ahem, gluteus maximus?
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