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Tu Zin · feat. |@shylarah] & |@Exit]Tu Zin · feat. @Shylarah & @Exit _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ KillamriX08    Weiyuan hadn’t really been interested in the market. However, when gunshots had gone off, he’d felt obligated to at least make sure everyone was OK. The good news was, at a glance, everyone he knew still seemed OK… for the moment. The bad news was that everything was going to hell. Literally. People were on fire. Something told him that was Chu’s fault. He took stock of the situation as best he could. Most of the attackers seemed to have been dealt with before he got there or as he arrived. There was one left, and it was huge. Exit    Sonam stood between it and the crowd and kept blasting it with dense pockets of air, but these were not strong enough to push the thing back or knock it off balance. ”This one isn’t stopping!” she yelled out over the commotion. She would move back with every step forward it took and continue hurling air at it in an attempt to at least slow it down. KillamriX08    Shouldn’t he do something? Could he do something? He saw someone he vaguely recognized as one of the newer arrivals take aim. Maybe it would be taken out of his hands… shylarah    At the call of the woman from the Underground, Ziotea’s gaze snapped over to her, then to the massive creature she was facing. Ziotea lifted her pistol and took aim carefully. She squeezed the trigger twice in rapid succession, aiming at the thing’s head. Exit    The first bullet split its jaw open as it tore through the muscles in the cheek. The second entered through the back of the skull, exited through the left eye socket and then buried itself into a nearby building. However, despite the damage it continued onward. In fact, it seemed angrier and suddenly charged toward Sonam without warning. The airbender managed to duck out of the way just as it barreled past her and into the still dispersing crowd. By now, the guards of the caravan had shouldered their rifles, but Tan-ming yelled for them not to shoot. ”You’re going to hit someone!” KillamriX08    Of course it hadn’t worked. That would have been too easy. To his horror, the now mangled psychopath seemed even more inclined to do damage and, worse, the guards had just been told to not do anything about it. For good reason, but that still left everyone in a very precarious situation. Despite knowing he couldn’t do much, he felt obligated to help. The crowd parted around the rampaging… thing. With its one eye it would take just a little longer than normal to pick which bit of the crowd it wanted to follow. That moment of hesitation would be filled by a clump of sand pelting it in the face. It didn’t do anything, of course. It wasn’t a sand-blast thrown by a bender. Well, it was thrown and it was by a bender, technically. However, it had been thrown the old-fashioned way. Weiyuan, unfortunately, had managed to successfully make himself the thing’s target. He took a shaky step backwards. Run. When you were in danger, you ran. He was in danger. Why wouldn’t his legs move anymore? It was now barreling in his direction and suddenly he was just frozen. Then, as the hulk came into range of him, he suddenly ducked forward with a sudden burst of agility, ripping the sand out from under its foot as he did so, hoping to trip it up. “I’m so tired…” he muttered under his breath as he eyed the monstrosity. He really needed to stop waking up to this shit. He quickly ran through the slideshow of recent memories from before the switch and his attention was drawn to the fresh hole in the thing’s head. He had no idea what was going on, but whatever it was was now far removed enough from human that it was more important to focus on ending the threat than anything else. He glanced at the sand balled around his fist from his little maneuver a moment ago. It would have to do. He darted forward as the thing turned around to find him and at a closer range than he was really comfortable with, he blasted the sand into its missing eye. Sand was about as close to water as dry earth got, so in theory it would seep into every little opening possible. Then he’d just have to harden it and twist it around. It would either work, or he’d be really upset with himself for going for such a risky play. Exit    Sand poured into every crevice, sticking to the walls and mixing with blood bubbling from the open wound. As Weiyuan hardened it, the sand pulled at the surrounding damaged tissue until the individual grains began shredding the viscera. Brain matter and muscles turned to a slush of red goop that coated the newly formed rock spinning within the skull cavity. The creature took a shaky step forward before toppling over and landing heavily in the dirt. The impact threw dust and sand into the air and what remained of the contents within its head pooled on the ground around it. The rock tumbled free, red and glistening in the sun.

Accursed Tropes: The Last Airbender (Isekai; Fanfic Cliches infiltrating Canon, Lewascan gave me Permission)

Li Yang - Response

All things considered, while the partisans he was being sent to hunt down were a consistent annoyance, they amounted to little more than a minor disruption in the region they acted out of. Just simply an annoyance that no one had managed to get rid of yet. Perhaps they were hoping that the unstoppable force that was Li Yang would finally catch them off guard.

However, the point being that it wasn't the... most important task. So, when Li Yang arrived at the port to ship out, it wasn't to board one of the new Empire-class ships. One of the older model cruisers yet to be mothballed had been designated to ferry him and a few other squads across the ocean.

One of those squads was the one assigned to work with him. Six other soldiers. Four of them were fresh-faced recruits like him, all of which he now outranked due to his early promotion thanks to his absurd showings during training. The other two were actual fire-benders.

The other squad on board was a little bigger than his, also made up almost entirely of new recruits, but were simply joining them by coincidence of timing to join the forces abroad.

"OK, that's everyone," the oldest of the squad, one of the firebenders, said. "So, you're our secret weapon, huh?" He now addressed Li Yang specifically. "Congratulations on the early promotion, but it's still only your first mission, so make sure you follow orders carefully. Get a big head and you'll just end up dead. Listen well, and you'll be just fine. That goes for all of you, actually. Now go drop off your packs in the bunks!"

As the squad leader walked away, the other firebender patted Li Yang on the shoulder, "Don't worry, he means well enough. You must be quite remarkable. Same rank as me, but it took me nearly two years in the field!"

. . .A Few Days Later. . .

Things being "just fine" didn't even last until they made it ashore.

"WE'RE TAKING ON WATER!"
"THE BOILER IS TOAST! ENGINE'S DEAD!"
"GET TO THE LIFE RAFTS!"
"HOLD ON!"

Having realized just how strong Li Yang truly was, he was tasked with holding his squad's life raft steady while the rest boarded, lest it swing away and fall into the sea without them.

"OK, THAT'S EVERYONE! COME ON!" The squad leader held his hand out to Li Yang. All he had to do was take it and he'd be fine.

The ship lurched. The moment Li Yang would have switched hands to jump to the life raft a huge wave rocked the ship, causing the raft to swing away, one of the lines holding it to the ship outright snapping, sending it hurtling end over end into the water. Finally the aging cruiser had had enough, now laden with too much water. The ship's bow began to lift faster and faster as it began a frighteningly rapid descent into the depths...

. . .An Unknown Amount of Time Later. . .

Li Yang would awaken to the feeling of sea birds pecking at his extremities. It seemed they'd been close enough to land for him to wash up on shore alive. Whether that was due to luck or his unusually robust physique was impossible to say. Muscles, no matter how strong, still needed lungs empty of ocean water to supply them with oxygen.

Either way, he was alive. First, one might recommend stopping the birds from pecking off his fingers. After that, perhaps he could find other survivors.

"Look! Another one! I think I saw him breathe!" Or... perhaps he should deal with whoever that was. Should he crack his eyes open, he'd see a small squad of men wearing armor in Earth Kingdom colors, along with a few other men wearing more simple garb. Villagers? Militia perhaps? None of them appeared happy to see him.

---

@Aku the Samurai @Letter Bee

Accursed Tropes: The Last Airbender (Isekai; Fanfic Cliches infiltrating Canon, Lewascan gave me Permission)

Kohaku

Well... shit.

Kohaku had greatly underestimated how far Ozai would go to keep up the appearance that Kohaku, ahem, Zuihou was his legitimate child and heir to the throne. With Zuko banished, that technically put "Zuihou" next in line, assuming Zuko didn't earn his title back. To be fair, there was no definitive proof Kohaku wasn't his legitimate child anyway, so it seemed Ozai was just running with it... in spite of all Kohaku's efforts to take advantage of their dubious birthright.

Kohaku didn't want the throne. Getting the throne would absolutely derail the timeline and, quite frankly, sounded like way, way too much trouble and responsibility. Zuko was the best choice and Azula... well at least she wanted the job and was actually meant to exist in this world.

Kohaku took a deep breath and chanced a glance in Azula's direction. Had they not been mentally bracing for it, they might have flinched. Azula was already glaring at them sideways. At first there was a hint of surprise, followed by betrayal, and lastly pure jealousy and anger. Only "Zuihou" had been labeled Crown Princess and Kohaku knew full well that being granted the position of Colonel, even if it was overseeing the legendary Yuyan Archers, was not enough to satisfy her. Even if in turn "Zuihou" was being denied any military rank at all.

Kohaku knew full well what Ozai was doing. He was praising and snubbing both of them in turn. Azula given rank, but denied royalty, while Kohaku was subtly being reminded that they were inferior to Azula in bending prowess. No, more than that, Ozai wanted Kohaku to surpass Azula, or at least try.

It was a not so subtle jab that Kohaku fully recognized for what it was. Ozai would push them until he got what he wanted, or one of them failed so utterly that they weren't worth his time anymore... like Zuko. Once only one remained, they'd get everything they ever wanted, or so Ozai wanted them to think.

---

3 Years Ago

Kohaku was standing near the exit to the palace. After a short wait, they saw Zuko approaching, flanked by two guardsmen. A bandage obscured half their brother's recently disfigured face. As they drew near, Kohaku stepped into their path and looked at the guards.

"Give us a minute."

"Forgive us, but Lord Ozai has ordered us to escort him to the docks immediately," one of the guards replied, attempting to steer the banished prince past Kohaku.

"And you will. In a minute," Kohaku informed them. The guards flinched, glanced at each other, and then walked past the siblings to wait by the door just out of earshot.

"I... can't talk long. My banishment has already begun. I don't belong here anymore..." Zuko mumbled dejectedly, unable to meet Kohaku's eyes.

"I was there," Kohaku reminded him coldly. "You didn't fight back."

"It... it wasn't supposed to be father, it-"

"Excuses. I would have fought back. You should have fought back," Kohaku berated him, brow furrowing with frustration.

"I-I wouldn't have won! I didn't stand a chance. I-I didn't-"

"Excuses! Why did you even bother speaking up in the first place then!? What, do the troops' lives only matter to you until father tells you they don't?! And you know father wanted you to fight back, so make up your mind! Do you care what he thinks or don't you?!"

"I was scared, OK!? I... I didn't want to fight him! H-he-" Zuko took a step away from their younger sibling. Despite that, Zuko seemed like the small one in that moment, shrinking back from them. Kohaku was already the same height as it was, despite being the younger, but in that moment almost seemed to tower over the elder.

"And there it is. You sure you're the eldest? Because you seem more like a baby to me," Kohaku scoffed at him. "Some big brother you turned out to be, abandoning me here."

That seemed to hurt Zuko the most. With the state he was in one would have thought he couldn't wilt any further, but suddenly he looked more broken than ever before.

"Yeah. I guess I am," Zuko responded in a hollow voice. "Sorry." With that, Zuko made to drift past Kohaku, but only made it a few steps. He was suddenly halted in his tracks as Kohaku's arms wrapped around him from behind. "Wh-wh-" Trapped in Kohaku's grip, he couldn't find the strength to pull away.

"If you're gone too long, you'll eventually forget what this hug feels like," Kohaku told him in a whisper. ". . . so come back before that happens." Zuko had nothing to say this time. There was nothing he could say as his breath caught in his throat, only managing a small, choking gasp.

Finally, he managed, "I'll... try."

Meanwhile, Kohaku lifted their gaze to see the two guards trying to covertly observe them. Kohaku's tender expression quickly corroded into one of pure venom, causing the two to quickly avert their eyes and go back to standing stiffly at attention. Hopefully they'd be smart enough to keep what they'd seen to themselves. If not, Kohaku had ways of making them regret it.

"I have to go," Zuko said, reaching up to pry Kohaku's arms off.

"I know." Kohaku relented and stepped away. There was nothing left to do at that point but watch their big brother walk away. It... hurt more than expected. Kohaku didn't expect the guilt that hit them at that moment. For years they'd known this was coming. For years they'd subtly worked to make sure that never changed. Could they have really stopped it? Maybe not. Had they tried?

No. Not really. The excuse that it was meant to be did little to soothe the pain in that moment.

"Did you have a nice goodbye?" Kohaku could probably hear the smirk. Much like Kohaku had been waiting to intercept Zuko on his way out, they found Azula waiting to intercept them on their way back. Of course she was. Really, Kohaku would have been disappointed if Azula hadn't taken the opportunity to twist the knife.

"You know, if you hurry, you can catch up. I'm sure he'd love for you to wish him well." Kohaku was sure he wouldn't.

"Hmph, why should I care what that loser wants? It's his own fault this is happening!" Watching a young Azula spew the most venomous words was always... an experience. Unfortunately, considering Kohaku had basically just finished telling Zuko pretty much exactly that, they couldn't refute Azula's words -- not and feel good about it. Ozai was a cruel bastard for orchestrating it, but even so... Zuko had made the wrong choice.

"Please, Azula. Can't you see I'm upset? Shouldn't you be comforting me right now?" Kohaku made a show of sniffling sadly. Azula mouth hung open, seemingly in shocked disgust. "All these years, I've tried to be good to you, my dear, little sister." Kohaku went so far as to wipe away a tear that didn't exist. "Barely a year older, but I did my best to look after you... like that time you soiled yourself and cried, and cried, but mother wasn't near enough to hear you, and so I took it upon myself t-"

Azula's eyes shot wide, "Th-that... did not... did... not happen..." Venomous little thing or not, for the time being Azula was still a little girl whose pride and ego were a weak point Kohaku could exploit.

"The point is, dear sister, I was always there for you. Why can't you be there for me now?"

"Did you not just see what happened to Zuko? Father would not approve of such w-" Well if Azula was going talk about what "just happened" to Zuko, Kohaku would just take that extremely literally. Kohaku forced their little sister into an obnoxiously smothering embrace.

"Oh my, dear, little sister, unable to form a single independent thought." Kohaku gave her a condescending pat on the head. "It's OK. If you won't comfort me of your own free will, you'll just do it of mine." Kohaku let out an amused sigh, literally feeling the temperature begin to rise as Azula's temper began to burn away. "You know the worst part?" Kohaku asked, voice breaking a little.

Kohaku's unsteady voice must have given Azula pause, as she actually ceased struggling for a moment, ". . . what?"

"Everything," Kohaku took a deep breath... and smirked, "everything I said was true."

"UGH!" Azula tore herself free of Kohaku's grasp, her face shifting between three different shades of red. If Kohaku had to name them, they'd be shame, rage, and embarrassment. Azula was growing more ruthless and conniving by the day. Before long it would be difficult to mess with her like this, so Kohaku was relishing it while they still could.

Kohaku let out a small laugh, "See? Thanks to you I'm already feeling better."

"Good for you..." Azula seethed.

"That's what family is for, right?" Kohaku smiled. "You're my little sister and I'll always love you."

Azula's mind seemed to lock up for a moment, "Wh-" In her sudden stupor, she was unable to stop Kohaku from their hand tenderly on her head again.

"Remember that. I'll always be there for you. Just say the word." Azula just stared dumbstruck for a moment, but finally snapped out of the shock brought on by the sudden change in tone, quickly slapping Kohaku's hand away.

"What is the world is wrong with you, Zuihou!?"

Kohaku just tilted their head in confusion, glancing around.

". . . Kohaku. . ." Azula grumbled under her breath.

Kohaku smiled again, "Guess I'm just feeling a little sentimental today."

---

Present

'Well played, old man, but I'm stubborn, too.' Kohaku managed to keep a straight face even as Ozai rapidly and without hesitation kicked out the foundations of everything Kohaku had been building over the last decade. "I understand, father. I'll make sure to properly earn the generous reward you've offered." Kohaku had no idea if said land was actually something Ozai would ever actually grant, but... Kohaku certainly wouldn't turn it down if it materialized.

With that, the two siblings left the room.

"If you keep glaring at me like that I might actually burst into flames and then what would you do?" Kohaku smirked wryly at Azula.

"Oh, what a tragedy that would be were our beloved Crown Princess to suddenly combust," Azula sniped back, her voice cold, but Kohaku could detect the tension just beneath the surface.

"My poor, dear sister. Still can't form an independent thought." Kohaku shook their head sadly. Azula's mouth just hung open silently for a moment. Seeking to seize the moment, Kohaku reached out to pat her on the head, but Azula quickly side-stepped it.

"I don't have time for this." Azula turned on her heel to walk away.

"I'll miss you," Kohaku called after her.

"I won't."

"Well, if you change your mind... I'll come running. Just say the word." Azula's stopped walking for just a moment, her fist clenching... but then the moment passed and in the next she'd turned the corner and was gone.

Kohaku sighed, lips curling into a frustrated grimace, "What an absolute pain in my ass," they muttered, referring to nothing specific and just sort've everything in general. They'd been naive to think that determination and a positive attitude would change everything. "And who the fuck is Zouren?" The fact that they didn't recognize that name gave them pause.

There shouldn't have been many names they didn't recognize, meaning this Fire Sage was some form of anomaly or another.

'Welp. Can't avoid it. Might as well get this over with. Ozai did say he'll make me stronger...' So with that, Kohaku made to go find the Sage.

Accursed Tropes: The Last Airbender (Isekai; Fanfic Cliches infiltrating Canon, Lewascan gave me Permission)

Kohaku

- AG84 -

They had heard many others ask for the ability to remember everything clearly. Their past life, their skills, their mission, etc. They hadn't wanted that. This was a gift. A new life. A chance to forget. Not everything. Freedom wasn't a relief if you forgot the prior captivity. At least a vague recollection was needed to appreciate the gift given, but only a vague one.

Instead, they'd chosen to remember only one thing, the most important thing, and a tool that would help them. With what? Oh who could say. The mission they'd all been given? Maybe. They'd probably get around to that... sooner or later.

An infant's mind could barely even recall something that happened ten minutes ago. A strange spiritual encounter? That was barely more than a dream. Sometimes whether or not it was even real was difficult to discern. The fact that they had basically flawless recall of nearly the entire history of the world did lend some credence to it being real, though.

Moments of lucidity came and went. The mind they'd brought with them would sometimes focus long enough to overcome the feeble, infant body it was trapped within. Slowly they picked up new information.

"Careful, Zuko. Kohaku is still small and squishy, just like you used to be." Kohaku, that was their name now. What had it been before...? Eh, it was hardly important now. Also, they had Zuko as an older brother, though Zuko was barely old enough to be considered more than a baby himself. He'd only even been walking for maybe a month.

With Zuko as their brother, that meant Ursa was their mother. That... was a strange feeling. Recognizing Ursa as their mother came with a feeling of dread, anxiety, and bitterness. However, there was also warmth. When Kohaku wasn't thinking so much, which was more often than not, honestly, her embrace was infinitely comforting.

It was an unpleasant and jarring dichotomy.

Though it wasn't the most unpleasant thing to happen so far.

---

"I do hope you aren't going to suggest the child has my eyes or some such tripe?" Prince Ozai scowled down at the child.

"You finally come to see your child and this is what you have to say?" Ursa bit back, fighting the urge to flinch when Ozai turn his glare upon her.

"The first was only months old when suddenly you're laden with a second. It's not normal. Why shouldn't I be suspicious? Especially when it barely resembles me."

"It has a name, you know," she told him, "Kohaku. After a few days, being nameless any longer would have felt cruel."

"As if it would have known the difference! It's not a fitting name! It's as if you're trying to draw attention to it."

"How you name your children won't put you or them on the throne any faster. Iroh is already in line and that doesn't seem likely to ch-" She clamped her own mouth shut as Ozai stormed toward her.

"Fix it."

"Wh-what?"

"It's too late for me to easily be rid of it, so give it a better name. I'm letting you keep it, and I'm letting you name it. In return, I'm hoping this is the end of whatever rebellious streak has made you so... talkative this evening."

". . . Kohaku," Ursa said, and immediately one could see the veins on Ozai's neck bulge, "But... for public appearances... I suppose Zuihou could suffice. Do you approve of that? I'm sure Kohaku will be a clever child who will understand."

"Hmph. Very well. Zuihou it is." With that, Ozai left the room without a further word or glance at the newborn.

And so, having barely learned their first name, Kohaku was saddled with a second. A name both Kohaku and Ursa were sure would be the only one Ozai would ever use.

---

So that had been... tense. There had been moments Kohaku had been expecting to be sent right back to Aang's doorstep already. Then again, who was to say Aang could ever repeat the process? If nothing else, it certainly set the tone for what kind of relationship Kohaku was going to have with their father.

More time passed and slowly, but steadily Kohaku's moments of lucidity became longer and more frequent. At the same time, Zuko learned to speak, with his vocabulary growing about as quickly as Kohaku's ability to focus... which wasn't very. Still, to Kohaku's surprise at first, he was a very attentive older brother. Partly this was due to Ursa's coaxing, but when Kohaku thought about it, it made sense. At heart, Zuko was a more sensitive soul than one might assume based on his... later exploits.

Then again, he wasn't even two years old yet, so it was a bit early to say for sure how he'd be as an older brother. Maybe he was just curious or following his mother's lead. Just so long as he didn't follow his father's and "accidentally" roll Kohaku down a flight of stairs or something.

Kohaku had the suspicion that Zuko wouldn't see much of Ozai's influence for another two or three years when he was old enough to learn to fight. That would at least give Kohaku enough time to start walking and talking before things potentially got... nasty. There was a bit of dread and anxiety regarding Zuko as well.

Oh, and there was one more thing to be anxious about. The one thing Kohaku knew they would absolutely have to deal with one way or another. Roughly one year after Kohaku had been born...

"Take a good look, Ozai. She has your eyes."

Accursed Tropes: The Last Airbender (Isekai; Fanfic Cliches infiltrating Canon, Lewascan gave me Permission)

Kohaku

Name: Kohaku
Titles: The Royal Extra
Gender: !!?
Age: 0 15
Affiliation: Fire Nation Royal Family

Physical Description: Blue eyes with dark-brown hair that seems to have a bright, reddish hue to it when viewed from certain angles. They have a slender build, with delicate features, however they're taller than the majority of their peers. This gives them an ambiguous, yet at times imposing figure.

[+]

Personality: Kohaku is polite, but not exactly magnanimous. Shrewd and objective, but not quite cold. Kohaku long ago lost any sense of shame. The end goal is all that matters, no matter how degrading the means or what faces they have to wear. What that goal is... is for Kohaku to know and you to fret about. They're sick of not getting what they want.

• Likes: Bees. Cooking.
• Dislikes: The willfully ignorant, the ungrateful, and just generally senseless behavior such as swatting at bees.
• Fears: The existential dread of bees going extinct.
• Dream: An apology.

Short Biography: In their previous life, they worked various jobs. Debt collection, call centers, and delivery work. Often all at the same time. None of them made a lot of money, but they all did wonders for eroding one's faith in humanity. They had two escapes from reality: bee-keeping, and ATLA... until they were removed from that reality altogether.

While well-verse with the original show, they were less enthused with the following comics and Korra, though they'd at least fully seen the latter.

As for their new life, it seems they're the questionably legitimate child of Lady Ursa and now a member of the Fire Nation Royal Family, and thus sibling of Zuko and the not yet born Azula. That's... going to be interesting.

Inventory:

• Nothin' yet

Skills:

• Saying almost anything with a straight face
• Conversely can read most people like a book
• Bees

Tropes:

• Annoyingly Cute - If they were any more endearing they could probably get away with murder. As is, barring other reincarnates, almost any petty crime or trespass can be forgiven with a simple apology.
• Reborn as the Villain - They were born into the royal family of the show's antagonist, with all the pitfalls and opportunities that entails.
• Series Encyclopedia - They're like a walking wiki of the universe.

Bending/Crossover Power:

• Firebending - It's lit, yo.

Current Goals:

• Short Term - Find their place in their new family. Find bees.
• Long Term - Maybe some more bees. Figure out fire and lightning. More bees? Figure out Azula. Make sure Zuko still gets exiled. Furthermore, bees?

Extra:

Theme:

Accursed Tropes: The Last Airbender (Isekai; Fanfic Cliches infiltrating Canon, Lewascan gave me Permission)

Not necessarily 100% done, but probably serviceable.

Kohaku

Name: Kohaku
Titles: The Royal Extra
Gender: !!?
Age: 0
Affiliation: Fire Nation Royal Family

Physical Description: Blue eyes with dark-brown hair that seems to have a bright, reddish hue to it when viewed from certain angles. They have a slender build, with delicate features, however they're taller than the majority of their peers. This gives them an ambiguous, yet at times imposing figure.

[+]

Personality: Kohaku is polite, but not exactly magnanimous. Shrewd and objective, but not quite cold. Kohaku long ago lost any sense of shame. The end goal is all that matters, no matter how degrading the means or what faces they have to wear. What that goal is... is for Kohaku to know and you to fret about. They're sick of not getting what they want.

• Likes: Bees. Cooking.
• Dislikes: The willfully ignorant, the ungrateful, and just generally senseless behavior such as swatting at bees.
• Fears: The existential dread of bees going extinct.
• Dream: An apology.

Short Biography: In their previous life, they worked various jobs. Debt collection, call centers, and delivery work. Often all at the same time. None of them made a lot of money, but they all did wonders for eroding one's faith in humanity. They had two escapes from reality: bee-keeping, and ATLA... until they were removed from that reality altogether.

While well-verse with the original show, they were less enthused with the following comics and Korra, though they'd at least fully seen the latter.

As for their new life, it seems they're the questionably legitimate child of Lady Ursa and now a member of the Fire Nation Royal Family, and thus sibling of Zuko and the not yet born Azula. That's... going to be interesting.

Inventory:

• Nothin' yet

Skills:

• Saying almost anything with a straight face
• Conversely can read most people like a book
• Bees

Tropes:

• Annoyingly Cute - If they were any more endearing they could probably get away with murder. As is, barring other reincarnates, almost any petty crime or trespass can be forgiven with a simple apology.
• Reborn as the Villain - They were born into the royal family of the show's antagonist, with all the pitfalls and opportunities that entails.
• Series Encyclopedia - They're like a walking wiki of the universe.

Bending/Crossover Power:

• Firebending - It's lit, yo.

Current Goals:

• Short Term - Find their place in their new family. Find bees.
• Long Term - Maybe some more bees. Figure out fire and lightning. More bees? Figure out Azula. Make sure Zuko still gets exiled. Furthermore, bees?

Extra:

Theme:

Himitsuraku [Naruto RP]

Interesting. You have my attention. Will need a bit more time to read through everything.

An Isekai Upon This Land of Accursed Tropes - a Naruto Mass-Isekai RP

(Title design not necessarily final)

---

At first they'd tried showing reverence. It was "Kami" after all. After a few minutes, they'd gotten a solid read on the godly being and slowly dropped that act. A timeless god probably had infinite patience anyway. That had backfired pretty quick, honestly.

"I see you're more than willing to go to this world. I know all I need to." Kami had told them. It seemed that Kami had gotten a read on them just as quickly.

The world of Naruto. They'd recognized it from the description within moments. At long last it was truly becoming their escape from reality.

. . . being conscious of being born, however, was something they could have lived without. A punishment for being obnoxious, or simply an unfortunate consequence of retaining their mind upon rebirth? Either way, not fun. There were lots of theories about the "trauma of being born" and... yep.

Oh well, memories or not, their new body was still that of an infant. They had the emotional stability to go with it, and the memory of a meth addled goldfish. It was all a big blur for the most part. Literally. Their eyesight still hadn't fully kicked in.

Except for the massive, fucking bee on their chest. That... that was crystal clear, in 4K Ultra HD and way too fucking close to their face.

Their new mother and some other guy were discussing the bee rather than expeditiously removing it for some reason. Unfortunately, despite being able to hear perfectly well... they had no idea what everyone was saying because it wasn't in English. Fuck.

However, precise understanding wasn't necessary, because it was fairly easy to infer the conclusion of the conversation. That being... that the bee would stay. Why, fucking Kami, must the bee stay? It was so.... big... and leggy... and horrible and...

Wait.

They strained their shitty little baby muscles to tilt their head up and look more closely at the bee. Why would their, presumably very protective of her newborn child, mother agree to allow the bee to stay? Unless...

Fuckin'. Ninja. Bee.

"Awheglsyrs," their shitty little baby mouth babbled. Oh hell yes. Ninja bees. That was workable. That was very workable.

Still, they shuddered as the bee crawled across their skin, it was gonna take some getting used to.

. . .

Kohaku, their name was Kohaku. Finally got that one squared away. Didn't really take all that long with their new mother crooning it in their ear 24/7, but it all sort've sounded the same at first. Also, they had a brother named Kazoo... Kazuha... Kizass... whatever, they had time to figure that one out. At least Kohaku finally had a grasp on their own name for this life.

Kohaku was also finally getting used to their fuzzy, winged passenger. Or, rather, they had been until it began sticking eggs to their body. It felt so highly unnecessary, but, in the name of nin-bees, Kohaku was resolved to suck it up and get used to it.

. . .

Oh fuck, oh gosh, oh shit, they were hatching.

. . .

"Here you ģ̷̹͙̠̪͕̣̌͆̈́͗́͜o̴̢̢̪̘̳͉̖͇̬̮͂̏͑́̑͐̆̊̌̽̿̌̐̈́, Kohaku, ṭ̵̱͉͙͈͇̜̋̈ͅh̵̛̞̉͒̃̌͋̈́̓͜r̴̼͇̗̭̬̤̃̿ō̷͇͓͙̖̏́̓̄͌͘͠͠͠w̸̞͎͈̄͐̀̊̔̓̈́͆̏̏̾̒̋̎͘ the ball t̷̨̻̺̲̬̫͓̖̭͖̤̖̄̈́̋̄̇͛̓͠͠o̶̜͚͖̠̩̯̼̳̱̥̙̩̎̑́ͅ your brother." Kohaku's mother handed him a small, toy ball.

They were slowly picking up the language, but... it was freaking rough. They had a lifetime of English already crammed in there. However, aside from the small colony of bees slowly forming under their clothes, Kohaku didn't have much else going on, so it was easy enough to focus on learning. Meanwhile, it had become apparent that they didn't have a home, really. They traveled a lot and spent a lot of time outdoors. Aside from Kohaku's mother and brother there was also a trio of men.

Apparently those men were the source of the bee Kohaku had inherited. However, Kohaku also got the impression that none of them was their father.

"What kinda messed up life did you plop me into here!?" . . . "I wonder if I can get a headshot?"

"UWAAAAAAAH!" Yep. Headshot.

And so passed year one of Kohaku's new life. For now... there was naught to do but wait. To wait until they absorbed more of the language,
to wait for the bees to grow, and to wait for their own body to grow. Meanwhile, they would plan... and then forget that plan because they couldn't write it down, but still! A plan would be had... eventually!

An Isekai Upon This Land of Accursed Tropes - a Naruto Mass-Isekai RP

Kohaku

Name: Hiryuu Kohaku
Titles: Not Cool Enough Yet
Gender: ??!
Age: 0
Affiliation: TBD
Physical Description: Blue eyes with light-brown hair that seems to have a bright, reddish hue to it when viewed from certain angles. They have a slender build, with delicate features, however they're taller than the majority of their peers. This gives them an ambiguous, yet at times imposing figure.
(Image hopefully in progress soon-ish(tm))

Personality:
Personable, yet aloof. Polite, yet not exactly magnanimous. Kohaku likes people who help themselves, because then Kohaku doesn't have to. The type to condemn a bully and in turn scoff at the victim for letting themselves be bullied. In short: a self-absorbed cynic.

"Short" Bio

Biography:
In their previous life, they worked various jobs. Debt collection, call centers, and delivery work. Often all at the same time. None of them made a lot of money, but they all did wonders for eroding one's faith in humanity. The original Naruto manga was their escape from reality... until one day they were removed from that reality altogether.

While well-read with the original, they were less enthused with Shippuden, and Boruto is right out.

As for their new life, their father is an Uzumaki, part of a lineage that's been marrying in and out of the clan for a few generations now. The father was the latest to marry out, leaving Kohaku's Uzumaki blood rather... diluted. The mother was barely more than a nobody. It was thanks to this union that they survived the purge of Uzugakure... by simply not being there in the first place, however, the father's flaming red hair was a dead giveaway.

At first, they hadn't even heard about the purge, living peacefully away from the war as best they could. Then, later, they continued to lay low, not wanting to travel during, or even shortly after, the hostilities. Finally, the father wanted to visit the remains of his homeland, but this proved to be a mistake. There had been reports, here and there, of Uzumaki survivors. It might not even have been the father they'd caught wind of, but all the same, shinobi of Iwagakure laid in wait.

A group of shinobi, including members of the all but fallen from grace Kamizuru clan, ambushed them. The father sacrificed himself, telling the mother to run. It was no use, the bees and wasps of the Kamizuru clan found the mother within minutes, but she was not killed. At the time, she was just pregnant enough for it to be noticeable.

The Kamizuru clan-members were ecstatic. They'd hunted down an Uzumaki, and captured his pregnant wife. Unfortunately, the leader of the group was not a Kamizuru. They had no desire to give the disgraced clan any time in the sun, rather preferring to keep them under their heel. As this betrayal became evident... spite won the day for Kohaku's mother.

They fled, stealing the woman away under the cover of darkness, if only to lessen their former leader's prize. Spirits were high at first upon their successful escape, and the names of those who'd wronged them were cursed profusely. Then, they realized the depths of their own betrayal. Then... they began to feel the guilt of what they'd done, traveling with the woman they'd wronged, who'd never wronged them in the first place. The ones with her hadn't dealt the fatal blow, but their clan's bees had been instrumental in tracking them down.

As the mother's belly grew heavy, she had no choice but to rely on her former captor's help, as she could not travel far on her own. She got along best with the youngest of the group, for they were the most innocent, both in term of lack of experience and by being of the lowest rank, and thus having had the least to do with her capture.

When it came time for her to give birth, Kohaku was finally born... along with their twin brother, Kozue? However, around that time, it wasn't just the twins being born. The bee swarm possessed by the eldest of the Kamizuru had also given birth to a new queen. Normally, new queens were either culled by the swarm, or carefully collected by the clan should the birth of a new swarm be warranted.

The young queen seemed very interested in Kohaku's chakra signature, flying to them before she could be culled. Thus, one of the first things Kohaku ever saw was the black and yellow stipes of the large queen bee landing on their chest. It was horrifying.

The defacto Kamizuru leader then made two offers before Kohaku's mother could swat the thing. One: to... simply remove the offending creature, or, two... to let Kohaku keep it as some small form of reparation, and to teach them what they could about commanding them. After much debate, Kohaku's mother agreed, wanting her child to have every little advantage possible.

She was nervous of course. She'd chosen to bestow her own family name of Hiryuu rather than Uzumaki, and their signature red hair hadn't... fully taken root, but Iwa was looking for deserters with bees. Then again, Kohaku was clearly not a deserter, and who'd ever heard of an Uzumaki commanding bees?

And so Kohaku's messy little story began.

Inventory:

• Absolutely nothing. Maidenless, even.

Skills:

• Grifter - In Kohaku's previous life, dealing with angry, entitled, selfish individuals was commonplace. Between their employment and their own less than ideal lot in life, they had to learn to deal with these people. They had to learn to see through their lies and sob stories, to shut off their own emotions when necessary, and manipulate them in turn.

Tropes:

• "I Don't Even Know Who You Are" - The Uzumaki side of Kohaku's heritage all but speaks for itself, but their mother's side is pretty much a mystery. No one knows much of anything, including the mother herself. In most cases this would mean absolutely nothing, but in Kohaku's case it will likely result in some prior unforeseen benefit at a sufficiently dramatic moment.

Chakra Affinity:

• Water

Bloodline Limit:

• No Bitches, Just Beetches - In other words, Kohaku has been paired with a queen bee of the Kamizuru clan and will begin to form a hive surrounding their body. - Kohaku as of now has no control of this singular bee.
• While possessing no techniques, Kohaku has a stronger than average life-force and chakra pool right from birth due to being part Uzumaki. Not enough to automatically heal others with, though.

Jutsu:

• M A I D E N L E S S

Current Goals:
Short Term: Don't get killed again - More bees
Long Term: More bees - "I can fix her" - MORE. BEES. - Seriously, don't get killed again - BEES

Extra:
Apparently these aren't functional tropes, but they amused me as I wrote them, so here they'll stay.

• Filthy Halfbreed:
  Being roughly 40%, give or take (and it's probably take), Uzumaki, they have been screwed out of all the really cool bloodline traits, but at least have the advantage of an above-average life force and chakra pool, especially should they focus on training it. Don't bite them, though. You'll just get hurt. Again.
• 'Member Beerries:
  'Member that filler plot about the bees? OK, well it wasn't really about bees. It was about a bug, though, the one with the long nose. Still... still not remembering it? OK, fine it was the arc that had Hinata dancing naked in the moonlight. Yeah, remember it now? Point is: Kohaku has bees. Bees? BEES! FOR EVERYONE!

An Isekai Upon This Land of Accursed Tropes - a Naruto Mass-Isekai RP

Kohaku

Name: Hiryuu Kohaku
Titles: Not Cool Enough Yet
Gender: ??!
Age: 0
Affiliation: TBD
Physical Description: Blue eyes with light-brown hair that seems to have a bright, reddish hue to it when viewed from certain angles. They have a slender build, with delicate features, however they're taller than the majority of their peers. This gives them an ambiguous, yet at times imposing figure.
(Image hopefully in progress soon-ish(tm))

Personality:
Personable, yet aloof. Polite, yet not exactly magnanimous. Kohaku likes people who help themselves, because then Kohaku doesn't have to. The type to condemn a bully and in turn scoff at the victim for letting themselves be bullied. In short: a self-absorbed cynic.

"Short" Bio

Biography:
In their previous life, they worked various jobs. Debt collection, call centers, and delivery work. Often all at the same time. None of them made a lot of money, but they all did wonders for eroding one's faith in humanity. The original Naruto manga was their escape from reality... until one day they were removed from that reality altogether.

While well-read with the original, they were less enthused with Shippuden, and Boruto is right out.

As for their new life, their father is an Uzumaki, part of a lineage that's been marrying in and out of the clan for a few generations now. The father was the latest to marry out, leaving Kohaku's Uzumaki blood rather... diluted. The mother was barely more than a nobody. It was thanks to this union that they survived the purge of Uzugakure... by simply not being there in the first place, however, the father's flaming red hair was a dead giveaway.

At first, they hadn't even heard about the purge, living peacefully away from the war as best they could. Then, later, they continued to lay low, not wanting to travel during, or even shortly after, the hostilities. Finally, the father wanted to visit the remains of his homeland, but this proved to be a mistake. There had been reports, here and there, of Uzumaki survivors. It might not even have been the father they'd caught wind of, but all the same, shinobi of Iwagakure laid in wait.

A group of shinobi, including members of the all but fallen from grace Kamizuru clan, ambushed them. The father sacrificed himself, telling the mother to run. It was no use, the bees and wasps of the Kamizuru clan found the mother within minutes, but she was not killed. At the time, she was just pregnant enough for it to be noticeable.

The Kamizuru clan-members were ecstatic. They'd hunted down an Uzumaki, and captured his pregnant wife. Unfortunately, the leader of the group was not a Kamizuru. They had no desire to give the disgraced clan any time in the sun, rather preferring to keep them under their heel. As this betrayal became evident... spite won the day for Kohaku's mother.

They fled, stealing the woman away under the cover of darkness, if only to lessen their former leader's prize. Spirits were high at first upon their successful escape, and the names of those who'd wronged them were cursed profusely. Then, they realized the depths of their own betrayal. Then... they began to feel the guilt of what they'd done, traveling with the woman they'd wronged, who'd never wronged them in the first place. The ones with her hadn't dealt the fatal blow, but their clan's bees had been instrumental in tracking them down.

As the mother's belly grew heavy, she had no choice but to rely on her former captor's help, as she could not travel far on her own. She got along best with the youngest of the group, for they were the most innocent, both in term of lack of experience and by being of the lowest rank, and thus having had the least to do with her capture.

When it came time for her to give birth, Kohaku was finally born... along with their twin brother, Kozue? However, around that time, it wasn't just the twins being born. The bee swarm possessed by the eldest of the Kamizuru had also given birth to a new queen. Normally, new queens were either culled by the swarm, or carefully collected by the clan should the birth of a new swarm be warranted.

The young queen seemed very interested in Kohaku's chakra signature, flying to them before she could be culled. Thus, one of the first things Kohaku ever saw was the black and yellow stipes of the large queen bee landing on their chest. It was horrifying.

The defacto Kamizuru leader then made two offers before Kohaku's mother could swat the thing. One: to... simply remove the offending creature, or, two... to let Kohaku keep it as some small form of reparation, and to teach them what they could about commanding them. After much debate, Kohaku's mother agreed, wanting her child to have every little advantage possible.

She was nervous of course. She'd chosen to bestow her own family name of Hiryuu rather than Uzumaki, and their signature red hair hadn't... fully taken root, but Iwa was looking for deserters with bees. Then again, Kohaku was clearly not a deserter, and who'd ever heard of an Uzumaki commanding bees?

And so Kohaku's messy little story began.

Inventory:

• Absolutely nothing. Maidenless, even.

Skills:

• Still Maidenless

Tropes:

• "I Don't Even Know Who You Are" - The Uzumaki side of Kohaku's heritage all but speaks for itself, but their mother's side is pretty much a mystery. No one knows much of anything, including the mother herself. In most cases this would mean absolutely nothing, but in Kohaku's case it will likely result in some prior unforeseen benefit at a sufficiently dramatic moment.

Chakra Affinity:

• Water

Bloodline Limit:

• No Bitches, Just Beetches - In other words, Kohaku has been paired with a queen bee of the Kamizuru clan and will begin to form a hive surrounding their body. - Kohaku as of now has no control of this singular bee.
• While possessing no techniques, Kohaku has a stronger than average life-force and chakra pool right from birth due to being part Uzumaki. Not enough to automatically heal others with, though.

Jutsu:

• M A I D E N L E S S

Current Goals:
Short Term: Don't get killed again - More bees
Long Term: More bees - "I can fix her" - MORE. BEES. - Seriously, don't get killed again - BEES

Extra:
Apparently these aren't functional tropes, but they amused me as I wrote them, so here they'll stay.

• Filthy Halfbreed:
  Being roughly 40%, give or take (and it's probably take), Uzumaki, they have been screwed out of all the really cool bloodline traits, but at least have the advantage of an above-average life force and chakra pool, especially should they focus on training it. Don't bite them, though. You'll just get hurt. Again.
• 'Member Beerries:
  'Member that filler plot about the bees? OK, well it wasn't really about bees. It was about a bug, though, the one with the long nose. Still... still not remembering it? OK, fine it was the arc that had Hinata dancing naked in the moonlight. Yeah, remember it now? Point is: Kohaku has bees. Bees? BEES! FOR EVERYONE!

@Lewascan2 As you can see... I got a little silly at times. May have... gone too far in some places.