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Avatar: The Price of Freedom

Name: Siku Tsukiko
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Element: Water
Birthplace: Northern Water Tribe
Current Residence: Republic City
Occupation: Pro-bender (“The Northern Tribal Wolves”)

Appearance:
Child


Grown


History: Siku grew up in the Northern Water Tribe, spending her first ten years of life in the icy habitats of the distant North. Her family lived quite well-off, as her father was the chief’s cousin, thus providing an environment for young Siku to thrive easily. From a young age, she showed a capacity for water bending and a curiosity beyond even the other children in the tribe. She was always exercising her abilities, absolutely fascinated by the way water reacted to even her very presence. Having acquired the ability to bend from her father, the man was the first to jump on a chance to train his only daughter. He was one of few water benders who wielded a weapon from time to time to accompany his art. Much to his chagrin, Siku had grown rather attached to their television on certain nights of the week. It was like pulling her out of a coma when her eyes glued to that screen to watch the pro-benders of Republic City, champions of their craft, dueling.

The girl wanted nothing more than to see one match, in person, and learn to diversify her own talents, no matter how small their manifestation still was at the time. After months of begging, pleading, groveling, and extra chores, her parents gave in to her incessant requesting and took her to the arena in the city. Hoping to satisfy her, they left within just a few days and spent a week in the city, leaving her in awe of everything from the cars to the music to the three matches they attended. The plan backfired quite noticeably because within only a year or two the chief offered her father the recently opened position of Ambassador for the North Pole and when Siku heard… well, there was no shutting her up. Her bags were packed before the decision was made and by the time she was ten, they were unlocking the doors to their new, and admittedly quite lavish, house in the center of the city. It had a yard and a garden, granted due to her father's position. They had not purchased it, but rather it was owned by the Northern Water Tribe. Siku’s mother had always stayed at home, maintaining the house and caring for Siku and their new two year-old daughter Sesi. Siku started going to school in the city and her father continued their training sessions, waiting until she was old enough before starting to teach her how to use a dao, just as he incorporated one into his own training. They began with wood, and by the time she was finishing school, she could flourish the blade as though it were naught but air.

She acquired her spot with the Ice Wolves amateur pro-bending team after their water bender took a nasty fall off the platform, forgetting to catch himself properly in the water below. He was only temporarily out of commission, but he decided to leave pro-bending behind after the injury. Siku leapt at the opportunity, despite how crunched for time she already was, proving herself to be a worthwhile gamble. Somehow, with a packed schedule, she managed to give herself at least a little bit of time each week to stroll the streets of Republic City and clear her mind or spend recreational time with her friends.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Sympathy for you Vance, not on deaf ears. :) I just don't have any bitches right now myself. ^^" Been having some really, really great roleplay experiences as of late. I do have some bitches concerning my job in customer service though, if any of you wanna hear those.

Duh.

1. People are lazy. 2. People are rude. 3. People are ignorant. 4. People think that I work in "Customers' Slave" not "service." 5. People have ruined my optimism and belief in the good of those people.

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I agree ^^ But I'm not sure when to, how far ahead we should skip, that is. What do you think?

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Finally! Sorry it's kinda lame. I was trying really hard for the cute in their pairing, but wanted to make sure there was some insight to how James sees their relationship, contrary to Sasha's perspective. ^^

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When Sasha offered James her fork of waffle, he forgot for the briefest of moments that they were surrounded by his family. Without using his hands, he took the bite from her outstretched utensil, looking around at the symphony of 'awws' that were let out by the table. He almost didn't finish the bite. He just sat there, dumbfounded, frozen with a mouthful of waffle. Finally, he managed to swallow it and looked back down to his food, waiting for the feeling of eyes on him to disappear. After a few jokes about how red James' face was, Matt dropped the topic and returned to his conversation. The boy looked back to Sasha with a sheepish smile, squeezing her hand as he returned to his own meal. No doubt Kendra had been the one to first point out how they were acting. At the bookstore, James leafed through a few titles he'd read, but had yet to own, including Slade House and Metro 2033. However, he didn't have a lot of money with him, so he decided against getting anything. Sasha, on the other hand, was having a field day looking through the stacks. While they were alone, he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. "What d'ya wanna get, hon?" He asked, scanning the titles in front of him. "I brought a bit of my own spending money, want me to get ya something?" He asked, rocking playfully back and forth as he held her. He knew she would decline, but he was more than willing to get her anything she wanted from here or anywhere else. They soon left the store after he promised to take her to another back home, maybe Waterstones if she really wanted to go. They walked the campus for a bit and as she told him to pose for a picture, he wrapped an arm around her hip and smiled. However, just as she pressed the button, he turned his head and pecked her cheek, capturing the moment permanently on the SD Card inside the device. He hugged her as she clung to him, his eyes meeting hers. "Who knows? I like to think about now more than the future. 'Life's what happens when we're making other plans,' right?" He observed. "I mean, we're only just turning fifteen, right?" At her mention of being on opposite sides of the globe, he faltered for a moment, shaking his head and dismissing the thought that brushed the edge of his mind. "Antarctica would be a lot of fun. I'm sure you'd look adorable in one of those big, fluffy coats," he said honestly. "I'm sure we'll see lots of things." He pressed his nose back to hers, feeling a bit more reserved now... In four to five years, did she not see herself with him..? They got back home shortly after that, though James didn't seem to be out of sorts at all, his mind had been on their conversation for quite a while. Once they were at the house, he let her go shower and get ready for the evening, taking all the time she needed. His own focus was on the bag in his room, which he rifled through until he found the little box he was looking for, then he hid it inside of his hoodie once he had put his pyjamas on. That night, around midnight, before they went to bed, he'd make sure he and Sasha were sitting next to one another, even if she was falling asleep. Everybody else went to bed, and he promised they'd go soon too, but they were both already starting to nod off by midnight. He nudged her when the hour finally came, it was officially February 14, Valentine's day, so he pulled the long, thin box out of his pocket. "Hey, so... since I kind of already said... what I said a few days ago..." He mused tiredly, kissing her cheek to try to keep her awake. "I wanted to make sure I got this to you to go with it," He explained, holding the wrapped gift out to her. Once opened, she'd find a silver bracelet with a narrow metal strip that read 'For the Writer' However, he instructed her to turn it over and read the back of the small plate, which completed the statement 'Laying Her Heart on the Pages.' He smiled weakly, "Sorry it's kinda lame... I wanted something that... I dunno, the words sounded good at first, now I'm wondering if I should have gone with something else.

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Hopefully I can post today :)

Kin of the 72nd Expansion Battalion - Shingeki no Kyojin

Ava rolled her eyes, "Sir, all due respect, Sanja's a bit eccentric... I know she means well and we all have our beliefs, but the Titan's aren't going to bring about the end of the world," She explained, waving a hand to dismiss the other girl's ramblings. The scout before her was in bad shape, but she was making sure his bandages were fresh and all was tended to. She loved working in the medical tents when she wasn't able to be off training or making a difference elsewhere. Nursing and nurturing had always soothed her; plus, many of the men and women she spoke to in the tents had the most fascinating stories if they were willing to share them. "They simply can't," She beamed to the man, to which he somberly replied with a small, polite smile. "The world ended over eight hundred years ago; those abominations already brought it about. We were all born in an ongoing apocalypse. We were born stronger, faster, smarter than those before us - the Titans aren't the end of the world anymore. We're the start of it," She said confidently, patting his leg as she rose from his bed. "Hang in there. I'll be back to check on you later," She promised, clasping her hands behind her back and leaving the room. Several minutes later, she returned, "I didn't even realize I'd be bringing you lu-" A tray clattered to the ground and Ava covered her mouth, stifling a yelp. Food splattered all across the floor as she fell to her knees, splashing some of the soup that had pooled there. "Oh my god..." She muttered as fresh, crimson blood flowed from the man's throat, dousing his shirt, the bedsheets, everything. The girl's eyes began to water as her entire body shook and her eyes drank in the entire scene in front of her. The curtain around his bed was closed and nobody heard him, so they must have assumed he was going to sleep... Finally, she let out a scream, the heat of her charge's soup beginning to seep through her pants and the warmth spread into her knees, stinging slightly. She ignored it. Nurses and doctors flooded the area around her, pulling back the curtain to find the macabre sight. It was far from unique to them, but it was still not an everyday occurence. A pair of larger men on the medical staff held Ava by the arms and lifted her to her feet. They began to pull her away but she shook her head, thrashing against them. "No, no, no!!" She screeched, trying to wrench from their grip, as though she could help the dead scout. Finally, they wrangled her out of the tent, sat her down, and made sure she took a few breaths. She was instructed to get back to her bunk, to which she nodded with an affirmative. Once the girl was on her feet, she felt the nausea and the vertigo set in... His limp body, slackened jaw, glassy eyes... They weren't lively before, but there was still something there... Right? She could swear she saw it. Did her words really mean so little? No matter how she tried, Ava could not find her balance, a hand resting over her stomach as she lost her footing every few steps. She wanted to hurl, her throat constricting tightly as she fought the urge. It would pass... Just focus on something else. Something other than his open throat, something that wasn't his his mouth which hung agape... He looked so pathetic, but he was once a confident warrior, truly unstoppable. She squeezed her eyes shut. No, the last place she wanted to be was alone in her bunk. She headed for the mess hall. As she passed through the door, a large balding man was on his way out. "Good evening, Miss Ekkehardt," said their instructor. "Mhm," She replied in a trance, not even looking to him. In fact, she barely saw what was in front of her as she pushed through the door, taking her route by memory. The training officer frowned at her curt, seemingly rude reply. Had she not looked so vacant, were she not the very same Ava Ekkehardt who turned a team of delinquents into the top ranked squad in the training corps, he would have just about blown a gasket. What was with that squad today? Everybody was out of order. She grabbed her lunch or dinner... or whatever it was. How much time had passed since she left the medical tent..? The shape of the tray in her hand only put her back in her own shoes at medical, the scene flashing before her again. Her knuckles were white as she squeezed the edges of it, barely staying upright. "The fuck was that even about..?" Somebody asked, "That Heidrich kid just... pulled a knife on him?" "Asshole earned it, he runs his mouth every day about somebody doing something... Serves him right." "Ah, yeah, but still... he could've died." A darkness fell over their conversation as the other replied finally, "We all might die. Scouts, Garrison... Hell, the Military Police might be cozy, but they're not safe anymore," He pointed out, returning to his meal as they awkwardly tried to change the subject. Ava ignored them entirely and continued to her table, sitting down. She nearly dropped the tray as she let her grip go and it came down to the table only an inch or two from it. She was thankful that she'd made it to the table without the food covering the floor. She was sitting across from Alois as she poked and prodded her food. "I hear others in the mess here talking about you," She observed, staring at the food before her. "What did you do?" ----- Jonah changed out of his training uniform and into a pair of blue jeans with a black t-shirt. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and went out for a walk, figuring that Tinker was in good hands while Ava volunteered the remainder of her time to the medical tent. He wasn't really that hungry, so he just took his own stroll, letting Kiryuu have his own space to think over the day's misses and successes. Some days were better than others, but they'd have to clean it up if they wanted to survive out there on their own. Nobody approached him, but then again, he was fairly good at keeping the masses away from him. He spotted Kiryuu seeming a bit flustered as one of the lower squads berated him. By the time he got to the girl at the 'head' of the small pack, Kiryuu was gone, but Jonah still found it a bit necessary to put her in place in front of her friends. "Tss! Hey," He called, giving her a rather blank expression as he got her attention like she was some kind of dog. "Who the fu- oh, it's Althaus. What do you want, creep?" She asked as her friends snickered. He rolled his eyes as he held up his hand, showing a small space of air between his index finger and thumb. "What're you doing?" The girl snarled. "Oh, I'm trying to remember how wide I saw your cuts the other day. Because as I remember, you barely even passed your exams to be Garrison corps. Did they tell you yet? What your job will be? ... Oh, that's right, they said you were manning a cannon, didn't they? You see, we have made mistakes, all of us, Kiryuu is one of them sure, and today wasn't the best day in training... But what's funny is that if we miss a cut, then we can get the fuck out of dodge before we get squashed like the tiny little insect you are when the mission goes awry. We're top ten because we adapt, but you don't. In all honesty, it's pretty sad how slowly you react to anything. Those cutouts don't move - I'd like to see you train one day, one day, with us. With him, even. You're nobody." He grinned and patted her head, "But if you wanna try some day, we'll let you drop in on a game of Catcher in the Trees, or run through one of Ava's mock-tests, one of her simulators. Oh, those are fun, you see, she darts off a few minutes ahead of us, sometimes it's her and just one of us. Then the rest of us hunt them without our blades... She's quick, too. You ever see her go all out? When she goes that way, pushing our abilities with the maneuver gear like no trainer could, she's impossible. The fake Titans are good for testing your cuts, but nothing can teach you how to move and respond to movements like that shit... Kiryuu's caught her before. What's incredibly funny, though? You'd get devoured. That man holds his own every time with the rest of us, but you'd lose your shit on day one." The girl was about to be in tears as she met his gaze with daggers in her eyes, her hands trembling. "Y-you bastard... Why would you even... I'm gonna..." "What? What?" Jonah asked, leaning forward and tilting his head, "What're you gonna do? Go cry? Go try to be a Scout? You won't even survive the Garrison Corps, you bitch." He spit on the ground, smiled at her, "Have a blessed day," He taunted, turning on his heel and walking away, letting out a breath. He felt refreshed from it, some kind of thrill came out of it for him. Vengeance was a dish served ice cold for her. Kiryuu was gone, though... That kid needed to get some confidence - he was the top ten and he needed to start holding himself like it. One mistake like that was something to learn from, nothing more. A while later, he returned to the bunks and saw Kiryuu emerging. The boy plastered a grin across his face, "Hey! Buddy!" He said, clapping the boy's shoulder, "It can get much worse..." With a devilish smirk, he leaned in, "Where's my ball? I know you didn't lose it, Zero," He said menacingly. He hadn't heard about Alois, nor the suicide in the medical tent... Nobody hung around him unless he went searching for information, so he didn't clue himself into gossip.

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Pft! No biggie. XD Good post :) I've been stretched real thin lately, so it may be a few days or a week or so.

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Ha! Sadly I won't be 21 until the very end of my training. If even then. no worries on the bar scene :p but there's always something to do, I'm sure!

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Well sweet ^^ Glad you've some time for you, even if conditions are unsavory. Yeah, Navy's training is on the Great Lakes base, and I'll be sure to hit you up when I'm out in Monterey for what to do in my free time when I'm not sinking my teeth into No Man's Sky, studying, or whatever... When I need to get out with the bros ;p