creation : bender character creation

[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Polaris Babineaux is approved.

[Mei~]

"My past has tasted bitter for years now, so I wield an iron fist. Grace is just weakness."
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━》Gillian Elthowan《━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

║ Male║ Twenty five║Heterosexual ║ fire bender ║bob morley

A boy who grew up within the royal kingdom was once filled with a constant smile on his face, helpful, loyal and above all had the heart of a fighter. One thing lasts throughout the years that have gone by and that is his fighting demeanor. As soon as his life started to change, so did the boy's personality, he grew into a man who was cold and stiff. The smile of the young boy no longer returned and instead it was replaced with wary eyes and a constant reminder to watch his back wherever he went. He is slow to trust, and for good reason to, but despite his past, he's willing to fight for the peace. Despite his underlying thoughts that benders and non magical humans cannot live together peacefully.

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Born and raised in a poor home, if anyone could call a home for orphans an actual home, Gillian never knew of his birth parents. He grew up amongst other orphans and stumbled upon his bending abilities when he was an early teenager. It was around the time that the orphanage would kick him out because he was no longer of suitable age that Gill decided to live on his own. But on that day he had planned to leave, a man came to adopt one boy around the age of fifteen. Unfortunately, Gill was not chosen but that didn't stop the young spirited soul from hoping onto the back carriage underneath the extra supplies and hitch a ride. He hadn't planned on staying, he was just looking for a way to cross the village easily, or so he told himself. But as soon as the servants found Gill he was brought to the house owner forcefully and accused of thievery. Gill denied all such claims but his snarky attitude intrigued the home owner, he was referred to as Lord Elthowan. Lord Elthowan wasn't a royal, but he was a noble that was looking for an apprentice.

Gillian grew up in this house for several years, alongside the other boy until rumors of war started to circulate around the house. The war was being stirred by those that held past feuds with benders, the old conflicts wanting to rise from the old. A man came to the door one day and Gill, at the ripe age of twenty, could hear Elthowan and the stranger arguing. The hot headed Gillian raced down and saw the stranger shoving Lord Elthowan to the wall with a knife at his throat. Gillian quickly shoved the man off, in Gill's flash of rage he burned the mans shoulder and started punching him. The other boy living with them raced in and took Gill off of the stranger who then cursed at them and left.

That night, they awoke to the house on fire, and when they stormed down to escape, Gill raced to find Lord Elthowan, whom he had now seen as a father figure. Gill found Elthowan dead, poisoned by someone who had set the house ablaze. The fires threatened to attack Gill as it licked at his skin and Gillian failed to carry Elthowan out of the house. The pain inside him burned the fuels of revenge and Gill set out, despite his comrades advice, to find the man who had done this. And when he did, he killed him, little did Gillian know in his youth to cover his footsteps and he was found by the authorities. In a blur Gillian pleaded guilty to the man's death, no sort of evidence could be found that the man had poisoned his father. After all, it was fire, the same fire element that coursed through Gillian's veins that was the cause of the destruction of his home. Gill was stripped of his powers and banished from the kingdom.

Half a decade passed before Gillian heard any sort of word from back home, a word that he had come to know and yet forget. It was a letter, one stained with blood, that read "Illusions cause fires, illusions break silence, the time for war has come" that has sparked Gill's only interest to return to the one place he never thought he would return to.

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[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Gillian Elthowan is approved.

[Soft]

V y c e | L u a n | S h a d e - W o o d | Refugee/Wanted Criminal | Imprisoned | 22 | Cancer | Fc: lydia graham |


“I find it difficult to breathe when I’m at work. I’m being suffocated by my own smoke.”

Extra : Has multiple ear piercings. Has a lip piercing as well. Lashing scars can be found on her back and shoulders. As well as her throat and arms.

█ ) P o w e r s

Vyce had done something to her twin in the womb. Taken the fire, and joined it with her own. She has twice as much fire as the average Fire Bender. A more, spider-webbed electricity. She refuses to use much of it though. When Vyce is in need of letting her fire out, for bottling it is far too dangerous, embers, glowing red embers come from her skin. She begins to choke on the very smoke that fills her lungs. Her own smoke.

█ ) D ɪ s ᴘ ᴏ s ɪ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ

▌ Tʀᴀɪᴛs -- | Blunt | Quiet | Secretive | Unstable | Impatient | Self-Destructive | Petrified |

Used to being seeing as a lesser being of dirt, Vyce is able to endure insults and beatings thrown at her. Doesn’t mean it won’t ruin her mind, well. Ruin what pieces are left.

Songs

Put It On Me - Matt Maeson
Lily - Alan Walker, K-391
Afraid - The Neighborhood
Gasoline - Halsey
Work Song - Hozier



█ ) C ʜ ʀ ᴏ ɴ ɪ ᴄ ʟ ᴇ

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Sixteen years old. Vyce was only Sixteen when her parents sold her to a wealthy slave owner. Sixteen years of dealing with the knowledge of her killing her twin in the womb, and taking its fire for herself. She was abnormal. Had too much fire. The littlest of flames for one could be a bonfire for her.

Her family was small, sick. Lived in poverty. They were wealthier now, healthier, and bigger. Replaced her. Forgot about her. She was sold for their well being. Without her consent. Without her having the slightest idea.

From the six years of being moved from kingdom to kingdom, town to town. Passed to different hands. Examined, touched without her consent. She developed the lack of embarrassment. Socialization. Never was she allowed to speak. If she were to, it would be to apologize or greet a possible buyer.
The moment slaves became illegal. Her seller panicked. Sold her to the highest bidder. And ran. Trying to successfully cover up every speck of evidence of his work. The man was never caught, yet that did not mean in his recent travels he hasn’t been harmed. A body was found on the outskirts of the Earth Kingdom, it’s face too mangled to be identified. Until they found the man’s sword. His name engraved into it.

Vyce was over the moons when she caught wind of it. Yet she couldn’t allow it to show. At the time, the night before the death , Vyce had passed through a small village in the center of the desert. On the boarder between all four Kingdoms. They were traveling to the Air Kingdom. Her owner had some sort of awaiting bride for him. Sadly, he would never get his grimy hands on on the women. For he was dead.
Vyce hadn’t planned to run away that night. It just happened. The opportunity just, came. Vyce had thought, if she were to fail. She’d be dead. She feared that.
So Vyce had basically worn down the mittens cuffed to her. Letting her fire slip from its leash every so often. Yet not too much, she knew it’d be obvious if she did.
So that night. All she had to was let out a few bursts of her flame, and they began to loosen. To crack. The pressure on her wrists were gone. Cold air filled the mittens through small holes. Soon enough, they were gaping holes. Then, there only remained the cuffs. She’d deal with that later, she thought.
Her owner, thinking that she would never run, due to the constant fear or death, and the mittens. Had only chained her to her horse. A mistake. It was this, stallion of some sort. She didn’t know. All she knew was it was strong and fast. Could run far enough before he woke. Give her enough time to get space.

Vyce never intended on the vultures. They were hungry. Had been eyeing them and the horses since a few days ago. Following them. Waiting for a chance to eat. They weren’t normal vultures. Vyce guess they were, different. Like her. Not suppose to be like how they were.
They were big, boney birds. With black feathers speckled with white. Vultures were hungry creatures. Yet, Vyce knew, the bigger the animal, the more hunger. Especially with how, boney they were. Starved. They hadn’t eaten in a long time. A time where they should’ve been dead by now. Yet for some reason by the nightmare of Mother Nature, they weren’t.

Sometimes, if not often, Vyce is glad they weren’t. She wouldn’t have escaped if they hadn’t.
By the time she was off in the direction of the closest Kingdom, about a mile. Maybe two. She heard him. Heard him yelling and cursing. Then his horse. He was after her now.

This game of chase and grab happened for some time. The moon was just rising when she’d left. It was already past it’s full peak. Halfway between the horizon and center of the sky.

It was when the moon had been hidden behind a bundle of cotton clouds was when she saw the Vultures. Circling, following. Vyce swore she saw their hollow, glowing eyes staring down at them. Golden lights in the skies.

Golden eyes that were getting close.
Vyce didn’t know her Owner had caught up. That is until her horse started to whine and snicker. She thought it was the giant birds above them that had caused the unease. So at first Vyce thought nothing of it. Then.. someone grabbed her, and practically tore her from her saddle.
That was the moment Vyce would never forget. What happened next will be barely described. Yet there will be enough information told for someone to grasp the idea of what happened.
When Vyce looked at her Captor. Was the moment the Vultures decided to dive. They swooped down, beaks open. Screaming at them. If it were not for her position, half off her saddle, horse forced to slow beside his...
Vyce hates to think of the outcome of what could’ve become of her.

When the birds struck Vyce had fallen from her saddle, foot in its stirrup, and dragged. Dragged through the dust and sand. She could barely see the vultures swarming what remained of her captor and his horse. She could hear though. His screaming and pleading. The horse running from it’s master, abandoning him.

He was gone.

It took time, but eventually her horse grew tired and stopped, giving her the moment to kick her foot from the stirrup and collapsing.
She didn’t know where she was. Or when it was.
Didn’t know how long it took for her to ride, for her to find the wall of the Spirit Kingdom’s domain.

To find the awaiting men, who took her into custody for the murder of her captor. And butchered her horse.

Vyce’s captor was one of importance. His mother was outraged. Wanted her dead. As well did the Air Kingdom. Yet the other kingdoms were in Vyce’s favor.

Yet that didn’t mean she wasn’t put in a cell. She never expected to be treated fairly.
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█ ) R ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ʜ ɪ ᴘ s
✘ ▌ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - Micheal Vic Gran〈 Biological 〉
sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: A l i v e║ ᴀɢᴇ: 5 9║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: 1% ║ Hate : 99%




✘ ▌ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - Elan Luan Gran〈 Biological 〉
sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: A l i v e ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 5 6║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: 10% ║ Hate : 90%

[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Vyce Luan Shade-Wood is approved.

[KT]

_______________| DALKA rose ATTAWAY | _______________

↳| 29 |♀| LESBIAN | GUARD | JAMIE CHUNG | EARTHBENDER |↵

____________ | Disposition | ____________

Dalka has always been rather serious seeming, slow to smile and even slower to laugh (no matter how funny something may be). Perhaps that's a good trait for a guard, her ability to completely stonewall people, not show even if they get to her. Getting to her in the first place is difficult, however. She has no dramatic backstory to push buttons with, no dead parents to twist the knife with. She doesn't just seem serious, she is serious. Unmoving, unresponsive, unimpressed.

However, she does have a sense of humor. Perhaps a very dry sense, but she is funny unexpectedly. When guarding the king, she has a habit of delivering deadpan one-liners, her face stone cold while she cracks hilarious jokes. Although he may not exactly appreciate her jokes at inopportune times, they are good friends and generally he can't help but chuckle. After all, she ishilarious.

It's quite obvious, but she really prefers the company of horses, spending most of her free time training and playing with both the war horses and the more delicate ones for the royals to just ride for fun. She does have a temper when it comes to defending them, quick to lash out at those riders whose horses come back with whip marks, or who have been run far too hard for far too long. Whenever she's frustrated, she goes out to the stables, finds the most neglected horse out there, and brushes them for hours, sometimes falling asleep in the stall on the fresh straw.

____________ | Backstory | ____________

Born to a guard and a stable worker, Dalka was always running around the castle grounds. There were always other children, but she was among the bold. When she was 9, she accidentally ran into the young King. Instead of kneeling and apologizing, as her father wished, she was far more indignant. She informed the king that she was sorry for knocking him (and herself) over, but that he really should watch where he was going, as it was equally his fault. He was amused, and kept half an eye on the girl from then on. He watched when she sparred with her mother, or worked with her father running the horses.

Her and the king crossed paths here and there when he also went to spar, or came to visit the horses. Eventually, as she grew older, he helped her to spar and she helped him with the horses. The two became friends, and she was quick to come to his defense if anyone spoke against him.

Over time, she became an expert cavalryman, easy for her with her background in both war and horses. However, it was difficult emotionally, seeing her fellow soldier's horses fall and not get back up, and she finally officially stepped back from it when she had her own mount shot out from under her. Luckily, her horse had already sired a foal, so she spent more time at the stables, raising her own colt and caring for the others.

However, the king knew she was skilled enough that working in the stables wasted her skills. Dalka didn't want to leave her horses, however. She had grown to like living near the stables, raising the colts. So they worked out a deal. She became a palace guard, close enough to still watch over her horses, but still useful.

[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Dalka attaway is approved.

[Anastasia]

"Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake." ~Henry David Thoreau

Name: Poppy O'Hilliarrd
Age: 24
Role: archivist
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual/straight
Species: Spirit bender

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Face Claim: Emmy Rossum
Sharp, calculating hazel eyes, long, curly dark brown hair
small scar splitting her left eyebrow, three long scars along the left side of her scalp, causing parts in her hair growth.

Poppy still embraces the culture of her tribe, and though it often earns her judgmental glances from strangers, she chooses to hold her head high, proud of her family name.
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The half circle around the first eye is the represent those who are blessed with the sight. The lines through the second eye are to symbolize the curse that is also bestowed upon those with the sight.

Poppy is a seeker of the truth, and she wants nothing more than to find knowledge and answers to all of her questions. She wants to know more about the world, about the stars, about why benders exist. She will pursue knowledge for almost any cost.

Poppy comes from a small tribe of humans that lives in the wilderness and worships nature.
Poppy's mother was a spirit bender gifted in the area of dream walking and star interpretation. She was respected by the tribe as she helped with night terrors and giving messages to lost ancestors. Along the way, she fell in love with the human chief and they were married. Poppy's mother, Lillian, became a sort of seer for the tribe, and her father and chief, L'Lerip, ran the tribe with pride.
When Poppy was born, Lillian could tell she was a spirit bender like her, and so she named her Poppy, after the "sleep flower", because she took after her mother in her gift of dream walking.

[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Poppy O'Hilliarrd is approved.

[Madison]

ＴＩＡＧＡＮ ｂｌａｉｒ ＳＡＲＡＦ

FC Crystal Reed

Age: Twenty-Three Height: 5'8
Gender: Female Weight: 135
From: Fire Kingdom Hair: Brown
Role: Princess Eyes: Brown
Element: Fire Other: Mystery

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Tiagan gave up on being the good princess a long time ago. As a kid she never understood royal niceties, or how to share with other kids. It always frustrated her that the easiest ways to win were 'the wrong way' and got her in trouble. She got in trouble often enough to get sent to a finishing school out of the public's eye.

She came back quiet, secretive, and mysterious. She still blurs the lines of right and wrong constantly, but at least she can go by unnoticed to most.

Tiagan doesn't want affection or approval, because if she had it, she could lose it. So Tiagan lives life to cause trouble, have a good time, and most importantly, to not get hurt.

While at finishing school Tiagan made a few enemies, the wrong people to make an enemy out of. She's constantly looking over her shoulder to avoid her past trouble while looking around every corner for new trouble to get involved in.

...Life's just more fun like that.

[Soft]

[ Nele. ( KNEE- LE ) < - First Name
[ Rukee ( Rookie ) < - Middle Name

“ N.R ”

22┊ Eldest Princess of the Air Kingdom
Female┊Heterosexual
Bender ┊Suffocation | Tornado

[ a p p e a r a n c e

Fc : Elizabeth Wheeland

Extra ;

Blemishes

https://pin.it/exdgqsj2vjq6vi
First and fourth picture



[ l i k e s ┄ Clean, Cold Air ; Old Books ; Tranquility ; Sunflowers
[ d i s l i k e s ┄ Pressure on her hands or throat ; Intense Heat ; being controlled
[ st r e n g t h s ┄ Strong Sword Fighter ; Self-Discipline ; Mental Math
[ w e a k n e s s e s ┄ Letting other’s speak for her ; Burns ; Her Seizures

[ p e r s o n a l i t y

| Quiet | Graceful | Book worm | Friendly | Happy | Equal | Brave | Independent | Loyal | Level-headed | Closed off | Creative | Brushes off too many things | Intelligent

[ b a c k g r o u n d

Nele was born to both the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Air. As planned. A perfect baby with a head full of beautiful white hair, and steel eyes.

F i f t e e n Y e a r s L a t e r . . .

Nele had been kidnapped by a group of outcasts. Exiled from all five kingdoms. They panicked when the air grew thicker and heavier. When Nele suddenly dropped to the ground, making an awful sound as she started to shake and twitch on the broken floor.
The first of many seizures. Caused by something. Maybe a hard blow to the head? Or maybe it was the man who had choked her, leaving permanent marks on her throat, which she rarely covers.
Or maybe it was the beginning of a disturbing ability.
The ability of suffocation. Just by simply looking at a person she is able to turn their lungs against them. To force the Corbin dioxide they created back into them. To take all oxygen from them, and suffocate them.

F i v e Y e a r s L a t e r . . . { Current Time }

Nele had thought it was the right move to retreat to the safe haven of the Spirit Kingdom where they all knew they’d be safe.
Her siblings might’ve thought so, until they saw the Fire Family.
Nele sure changed her mind.

“I would rather have my own power used on me then live with the kind of people who caused this.” She said the first day, and when she said so, she pulled down the collar of her shirt, uncaring of how inappropriate it was for a princess to do so, and showed those blemishes her family knew too well.

[ r e l a t i on s h i p s

Partner┊Open
Rivals┊Open
Friends┊Open
Enemies┊Open
Family ┊The Royal Family

[ E x tr a

^ Singer - Aggressive Singer

^ Dancer - Graceful, Complex moves

^ Heir to the throne - wants to choose who she can merry

^ A bit tomboyish - growing up with more males means more male habits, but is very, elegant in public.

^ Has her own library

^ Books full of her writings

[Anastasia]

Name: Anemone Cilerez
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-curious
Species: Air Bender
Role: Youngest bastard princess of the Air Kingdom

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Face Claim: unknown
dusty blond natural curls, lightly tan skin, dark brown, almost black eyes, takes mostly after her mother

Personality: Anemone is determined to get things done, and done right. She loves inventing things and can often be found wearing large goggles around her head, just in case she needs to do anything outside of her workshop. She's curious and loves to explore. Caring but stern, she will stand up for herself, but also anyone who may need help, even at her own expense.
If insulted, she can get rather chaotic, not willing to take crap from anyone. If she ever found out she was being lied to in any way, she would likely lose it, because she highly values honesty.

History: Anemone was born to an ex-maid of the Air kingdom's royal family. She was cast out after it was discovered her affair with the king was to produce a child. The royal family may have wanted to bury the shame, but Isabelle Cilerez wanted to remember. She was glad to have a child, even if it was to be raised without a father. When she was born, the child was named Anemone, meaning Daughter of the wind, because Isabelle felt it was special.
Anemone grew up learning to build sturdy boats, making rope, and cursing like a sailor, because she practically lived with sailors. Her mother was given a job at a shipyard which was also a small carpenter business. She loved making new things and inventing some machines of her own with leftover supplies from large projects. She was never told about her parentage, and was instead told that her father died at sea.

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Credit: Jared Hodges and Lindsay Cibos

Isabelle Cilerez
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[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Tiagan and Nele are approved.

[KT]

♕ ASTERIA SARAF ♕

Queen of Fire
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↦ ᴀɢᴇ : 40female : ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ↤
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In many ways, Asteria is like many of the other noble ladies. She's not exactly good at many things, sadly. She was born rich, and so she's never really had to learn any skills. Luckily, she's more than willing to learn more. An eye for decoration and a flower arranging aren't exactly useful skills, unfortunately, despite her love for flowers. She doesn't want anyone hurt, really. She's incredibly kind and caring, and would help anyone and everyone if she could.

However, she does know how to hurt people if she has to. Despite her love of flowers and her intricate braids, she is a formidable fighter. Before settling down and becoming the kind hearted queen everyone knows and loves, she used to be one of the most vicious warriors her kingdom had to offer. She was known for her mercilessness, and there are pictures of her, dripping in blood, surrounded by burned bodies.

Many people don't quite believe that she is that same person anymore. The new pictures of her feature her smiling, hair done up all nice, smelling flowers and wearing beautiful dresses. She tries her best to move beyond her past, although she doesn't pretend it didn't happen. She will talk about it if you ask, but she does her best to not resort to violence anymore. However, if something happens to her children, or if she hears about someone trying to hurt poor little kittens... can she really be blamed?

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Born to a wealthy family, Asteria was the youngest of three. Her sister Estella was the oldest, and as such the most groomed by their parents. As the inheritor of all their wealth, Estella was the one their parents put all the time and effort into. Asteria was just kind of... there. She didn't have the advantage of being the oldest, and didn't have any special skills. And no one took the time to help her develop any. She wasn't abused at home, of course, she was just kind of... forgotten. She knew who her parents favorite was, and she knew it wasn't her.

However, she had other things to work on. She put her time and effort into her fighting skills, learning how to channel her pent up bitterness into her fire bending skills and her sword fighting. She became quite well known, perhaps not by name, but the sight of a blonde warrior woman, hair in braids, fire in one hand and a sword in the other, became quite common on the battle field. However, nothing she did warranted her parents notice.

Especially when they heard that the fire kingdom's inheriting prince, was looking for a bride. Their whole family immediately went to the capital, throwing Estelle's hat in the ring. They set up meetings and dinners and dances, pushing the idea of Estelle and and the fire prince as hard as they could. Of course, they were horrified when Estelle told them that he didn't seem to be interested. They arranged a sit down, inviting him to dinner with their family so they could see the situation and try to intervene.

Instead, it backfired dramatically for them. He met Asteria over dinner. A few in-sync eye rolls when her parents were going on about Estelle and they caught each other's eye. When he ran into Asteria again when he was avoiding Estelle, he found her doing the same, and she helped him avoid her older sister. The two bonded, and it wasn't long before they were going out of their way to find each other and spend time with the other. And then her parents found out.

They were furious at first, but very quickly realized that it was too late to be able to fix this. They rapidly switched to trying to cozy up to Asteria, who was smart enough to know exactly what they were doing. She was polite to them, all through the engagement and wedding, but she was still distant. She knew how they had felt, and the fake love now didn't make up for it. She still doesn't have a very good relationship with her family, only seeing them maybe once a year.

As much as she is used to her comfortable, luxurious lifestyle, she would throw everything away for her family if she had to. She loves her husband and her children to death, and it breaks her heart whenever any of them are in harm's way. She does her best to treat all of them equally, and make sure all of them receive the love she really didn't from her parents.

[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Asteria Saraf is approved.

[Anastasia]

Name: Heulfryn "Fryn" Saraf (Hey-ool-ver-in when pronounced in Welsh)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Fire Bender
Role: Second oldest twin prince of the fire kingdom

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Face Claim: Sam Claflin
heart-shaped face, bright smile, blonde hair, steel grey eyes

Personality: Heulfryn is bright like the flames he makes with his hands. He is often calm, but when he gets angry, he gets ANGRY. He spent much of his childhood secretly practicing sword fighting behind his mother's back because he wanted to learn, but knew she would disapprove. He uses his fighting skills to take out his anger on practice dummies his bed posts, and sometimes the wall. He will often end up regretting what he does out of anger, and he has hurt people in a frenzy before, but he never enjoyed it. He'd much rather be the happy, bright, fun-loving guy that the public thinks he is.

History: Heulfryn was a bright young child, he loved everything and everyone.
And then he had his first outburst.
He didn't understand what was happening, all he knew was that he could hear everything around him, from the loudest shout to the smallest dripping of water. He felt like the room was shrinking around him. Every little sound set him off, all he could think about was how to get rid of the sounds. He tried going outside, but that only brought more sounds. He tried wrapping a pillow around his head, but he could still hear everything. His head was spinning and he wasn't thinking logically.
He came out of the episode to a flaming bedroom, and bleeding from the ears from clawing at them in an attempt to quiet the noises.
Fryn was horrified by himself and what he was capable of. He felt like a monster, and these feelings drove him into determination to hone with abilities. He also learned to sword fight because he wanted to learn to defend himself without losing control of his powers. Though, occasionally he will use a lot of energy to imbue his sword blade with flames as a last resort.

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[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Heulfryn Saraf is approved.

[Soft]

Bellan Rose Alain
Alias: Bell, Rosie
Female

Age: 50
Queen of The Kingdom Of Spirits

Birthday: October 8th
Sign: Scorpio
Time of Birth: 3:28 am

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Status: Married


City or town of birth: The Capital city of the Spirit Kingdom


Languages spoken / known: English

{ Physical Appearance }


Height: 5’10
Build Of Body: Hourglass Figure

Weight: 130.25

Blood Type: B+

Hair Color: Titanium Blonde

Hair Texture: Wavy

Eye Color: Sky Blue

Skin Color: Pale

Tattoos: None

Piercings: Conch and Helix

Scars/distinguishing marks: A few dainty nail-thin ones on her back and arms. No much, but it was from when she was younger, every time she made a mistake, a small razor cut painted her skin. Small enough to be mistaken for a thorn scab.

Face Claim : Sarah McLeod

{ Health }

Addictions: None.

Allergies: Bees, Latex, Roses

{ Sickness }

Bellan has Myoclonic epilepsy.Myoclonic seizures are brief shock-like jerks of a muscle or group of muscles. They occur in a variety of epilepsy syndromes that have different characteristics. During a myoclonic seizure, the person is usually awake and able to think clearly.
As well, she has Myasthenia gravis in her left calf. (MG) is a neuromuscular disorder that causes weakness in your voluntary skeletal muscles. It can affect people of any age, Symptoms include: muscle weakness in the arms, hands, legs, or feet.


{Relationships}

Husband: Arthur Alain | One-Sided Love | Bellan loves her husband. She loves him more than he thought. She still loves him. Yet he never had much relief to return those feelings to her. He visits few times yes, tries to get the best help he can. He cares, but, he never was able to truly find it to love her. With his work, it turned him to a man of stress and slight ruin.


Kaiden : | Loves Dearly | When she had Kaiden, Bellan was pained to see how he first came out so small. It scared her. He was suffering. She feared he wouldn’t make it. Yet when she did she cried of joy for hours upon end. Bell had let her husband decide his name, deeming it right. And so, Kaiden was the boy she spoiled most out of her sons. Spending the first of many memorable times with him. How to woe girls, dance properly without offense, to take charge or ease a nervous soul.

Aphrodite: | Loves Dearly | The moment Bellan held her first daughter, she was in awe of the small child’s beauty. So, with a warm heart and tearful smile, she decided on the name of the old Goddess of Love and Beauty, Aphrodite.
She loves her daughter dearly. She spoiled her eldest children the most. Spent more, memorable moments with her daughter. First lover. First heartbreak. First period. Etc. She taught her daughter rights in wrong of being a powerful leader, and the right way to hold a feather pen.

Theodora: | Loved Dearly | Bell loves Theo with all her heart, and often finds herself sending small gifts to her child, having the maids claim they were found from her childhood. She had her maids tell her everything about the quiet girl. She would try to pamper her third child on the occasion, but after a few years she gave up, knowing it was odd for the both of them.


Nathaniel: | Loves Dearly | Nathaniel, Bell would never admit it but she was surprised when she had him. She expected another daughter. She regrets not giving him the attention he fought for. She noticed it, she acted like she didn’t and it ate her up inside. She feels like a horrible mother for it. Yet in the end, before she fell ill, she planned to take him out to somewhere she felt they both would enjoy and talk with him. To see if, he truly was okay.




Acelin Jade: | Loves Dearly | Oh, Ace. The child Bell hasn’t seen since the beginning of the year. It hurts her to know her children don’t seek her company. Even with being ill and weak. Ace and Oliver are the two she’s most worrisome about. Having rarely seen Ace, Bell worries about her. She often sends guards or maids to find her and report back to her of how she seems.


Oliver Alain : | Loves Dearly | By the time Bell had Oliver she was tired. She fell asleep with him cradled in her arms. She’d pampered him for many many years, but as a few years prior to the present day, Bell hasn’t sought out to see her youngest child. She feels aweful, and by now she believes he doesn’t want to do a thing with her if she offered.
She loves him deeply, but she’s afraid.


Celestia Rosella: | Loves Dearly | Oh! When Bell had Cele she was in shock! She was so beautiful that it rivaled her eldest sister! Bell loves Cele, and gave her a bit, of a similar middle name as her own. She loves her shy daughter, and like the others, sends little gifts. But they’re more, space related. Her maids told her of the moonstones, and so the Queen sought out more items to deliver to her child.



{ Side Information }

Bell came from a powerful family, friends of the Royal family. Bell was destined to marry the heir of the throne the moment she came into the world.
She’d always had her eye out for the son of the spirits. Not the eldest no, but the second child. Now the eldest. She’d always loved him, and he’d never realize it. Arthur was the one she loved. Who’s taken her heart.
Now it’s been taken by all of her family.
Little is known of his past history. Her family is no longer living.

{ Powers }

Mediumship – The ability to communicate with spirits.

Astral projection – The ability to voluntarily project the astral body(consciousness), being associated with the out-of-body experience, in which the astral body is felt to temporarily separate from the physical body and go wherever desired.

Dream walking- the ability to communicate or simply appear in someone else's dreams at will.

Psychometry – The ability to obtain information about a person or an object by touch.

[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Bellan Alain is approved.

[Madison]

ＶＡＬＥＲＩＥ ｉｓｌａ ＬＡＲＳＯＮ

FCHolland Roden

Age: Seventeen Height: 5'5
Gender: Female Weight: 131
From: Fire Spirit Kingdom Hair: Ginger
Role: Student Eyes: Green
Element: Human Spirit Other: Finally Home

ＴＨＥ ＬＵＣＫＹ ＣＨＡＲＭ

Valerie grew up with a picture perfect family, and she was a normal kid with two human parents, making her human too. there wasn't much to say about her early years. Her perents loved each other, they loved her and she loved them.

In her preteen years, she was given the nickname 'Rabbit's Foot' thanks to an unusual good luck streak. One day she "had a really good feeling about going to the park" and happened to find some money that was dropped, the next day she went into town and wandered into a quiet store as the shop keeper choaked and was able to save them. The odd coincidences happened daily for months gaining her a reputation as the luckiest human around.

Those who know Valerie constantly ask her for advice or what gut feeling she has today and it never failed to prove her uncanny luck. People try to keep her around, parents ask her to look out after their kids for a bit of her luck to keep them safe. The only people who never took advantage of her gifts were her parents, especially her mom who refused to acknowledge anything unusual in her. Her dad would make jokes about it and in private ask her for her latest gut feeling, but tried to respect that it made her mother uncomfortable.

Just before Valerie turned 17, the Mondy before, she woke up with an intense sinking feeling in her stomach, something she couldn't shake. The thing that bothered her most is that she couldn't use her 'lucky charm' to figure out what was bothering her so she equated it to an illness. She ended up going on her own to see a nurse nearby who found nothing wrong. When she returned home she found her house burnt to the ground and neighbors in a shock around her, or maybe it was her who was in shock as they told her they weren't able to save her parents.

The next thing she knew she was at the funeral with her aunt, her new caregiver. She no longer had her lucky nickname, in fact, people there avoided her thinking her luck had run out finally and karma was kicking in to balance her out. The newfound hatred the village showed her helped ease the move from her home to a new kingdom.

Valerie's aunt was a socialite and continued the rumor that Valerie was unusually lucky. She spread it to everyone. Valerie became a service rather than a real person. People began throwing money at her for her company on special occasions, just to hear her thoughts on their future, or her least favorite, to befriend their kids forcefully.

One of the early nights at her new home at her aunt's she wandered into the attic finding a box of letters her mother wrote to a mysterious man, a spirit bender, about the baby she was about to have, about her. Simultaneously Valerie's world was completely shaken and put back into focus. She wasn't lucky, she was a spirit bender who didn't understand what she was doing.
...Or who she was anymore.

[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Valerie Larson is approved.

[jammy ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ]

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    ♟         ℓαη∂ση мσятση | Male | 26 | Arthur Gosse | ¢яιмιηαℓ ωαтєявєη∂єя         ♟
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♟ Powerful bender
♟ Works alone + orphan (at least in his eyes anyway)
♟ Reserved + mysteriously enigmatic
♟ Indifferent and insensitive but can and will turn frightfully vindictive if he cares enough
♟ Manipulating others is his fortitude yet he is candid, and truthful most days
♟ Physical confrontation over deceit lies and mental games any day
♟ Takes responsibilty for his actions
♟ Past doesn't define him

ℓandon Morton. Once a murderer always a murderer. Death is a fate no man could come back from-not without the aid of the spirits at least. And yet does killing someone always make you a monster?

Brought up by his own wits, Landon had taught himself to survive and to be tough in a world where each was for themselves. A scavenger, a loner and yet utterly independent and competent with any task before him because he made sure to be the best of the best. And on the rare occasion that he isn’t smart or strong enough to get through something, Landon strongly adheres to the ‘fake it till you make it’ saying that sums up his transition from neglected boy to murderer.

Not orphaned but Landon might as well be because his childhood in simple terms is complicated. He does not know the actual reason as to why he was thrown out to live on the streets from age ten but he has never been one to bother with the past or seek answers that he did not need to know. He was rejected and unwanted and he was completely fine with that as it allowed him to become independent and successful in his own way- at least until the unspeakable happened.

An unplanned demise. A mistake that was never meant to be.

By no means is Landon foreign to death having living on the wild side of life for most of his years, but he knew the line clearly as if it was marred in chalk, and made sure never to pass it. Landon's moral compass is switched on however whilst that may be he is unfazed by anything brutal or that might turn the faint of heart. Just because he doesn't want to play the game doesn't mean he doesn't know how to. So when a particular commission came in with generous payment, Landon never batted an eye at the high stakes. And when a guard of the Spirit Kingdom came in to stop him from stealing- Landon never meant to to kill him.

        
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[ s t a t u s ┄
Landon's ability with water can be described as proficient. From a young age his bending had started manifesting and from a young age he had taught himself to use them. His water bending is more than second nature to him and he finds solace and comfort with it in a way that can't really be explained.
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[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Landon Morton is approved.

[bubblewaffles]

AKIVA CORENTIN CAELUM
forty-one                          male                          king of air kingdom                          bisexual

i. magic—
—air bender
the most powerful out of all of his siblings, bar his older sister who isn't here anymore. his feelings used to drive his powers almost all of the time, but after his older sister's death, he trained harder on his powers, being the next-in-line, and really reigned it in. he worked hard especially on storms and bending bigger bodies of water like small lakes or wells, just so that he could prove himself to the people who never cared about him. now, he can manipulate a goblet-full of water with a slight wave of his finger.

ii. appearance—
—craig parker
with his black-ish brown slightly greying hair and sky blue eyes, he had the make of a ruler, as his uncle used to say. standing at 5'10, he's the shortest heir that the air kingdom has had in years, and he's not proud of it. however, it does keep him more level-headed with the people, and keeps his authority more friendly instead of hard like his parents used to have. this man has no sense of fashion and basically wears whatever is in his closet and a pair of pointy boots because he rocks those.

iii. personality—
he is often underestimated due to his childish mannerisms and expressions, especially with his tendency to do finger guns a lot of the time and make casual dumb jokes whenever there's a spot. however, he can be excessively serious during actual important events for example meetings between the kingdoms, or any sort of official business regarding his management of the air kingdom. another one of his problems is that he has no idea what to wear, and just pulls outfits from his wardrobe, covering it with strange robes and the occasional sword hanging from his belt, though he doesn't exactly have full mastery over any other weapon except for the sickle, so it's more of an accessory than an actual tool.

at the moment, he's feeling just the littlest bit old. with his eldest becoming the queen soon and his affair sixteen years passed, he feels like his prime age is over. his babies have all grown up already, and he's not ready to say goodbye, not yet. he doesn't want them getting married, ever, because he wants his kiddos all to himself (mainly so he doesn't feel old), and he loves them too much to have them leave him, ever.

iv. history—
born second of five children in the air kingdom, he was careless, knowing perfectly well that he was safe, just out of the spotlight, and in a matter of years would be irrelevant. however, there was one variable young akiva never accounted for: the fact that his older sister was deathly sick after being born with the ability to astral project alongside her air powers. she was bound to die before she turned eighteen. but he never thought of it, as said before, so the clueless boy continued to learn in school, and practice sparring. his younger twin brothers and sister all wanted the throne, but for some reason, he just didn't. it was as if he just didn't want all the glory and power that came with it.

growing up, his best friend was the feistiest noble of the fire kingdom, warrior apparel and all. they did everything together, from fighting to baking to getting over crushes. it stayed the same way for the next five years, and he lazied around as his younger siblings plotted for ways to get on the throne and his parents pushed his older sister to her limit. eventually, his sister and his father went on a hunting trip and both of them didn't make it back. he mourned, both him and his mother, in different ways. his mother poured herself into raising the rest of her children, as he slept around for two years, and kind of lost everything, including contact with his best friend and his links with his family.

during those two years, his mother had a royal advisor choose out of the rest of the three youngest children on who to become the heir. but, it ended in a bloodthirsty fest when the advisor chose him. granted, it was probably because he'd seduced the advisor one bar night unknowingly. when he was nineteen, he was officially named the heir. within the next two years, he practiced and trained fighting and his powers as well as he could, to turn it all around and make up for the trouble he'd cost his mother as well as his family. it was also out of duty to his father and his sister, who never stood a chance. he owed her everything for making him the calm, not power-hungry boy he'd become.

he reached back out to his best friend, who was engaged to the fire prince at the time, and he knew for sure— she was in love. he didn't say anything, because he loved her, but he would never admit it, since she wasn't interested in him like that, and he didn't want to make things awkward. he lost contact with her, too scared to stay close and let the love grow deeper. a few months later, he was just walking around town in a disguise, since he was heir now, and all of the attention was on him. he ran into a girl he'd seen around a lot before, at the castle. she saved him from some people who had it out for him even without knowing that he was actually the crown prince. needless to say, as they returned to the castle, she figured him out, and from then on, he fell in love with her.

they were in love for a few months before the marriage came. they loved each other so much, and it was everything he'd ever wished for, love and all. within the next two years, they had to beautiful baby children, a girl, and a boy. he attended the royal meetings and kept up with his duty, always working hard. the next two years were pretty horrible, as he fell into his duties in a spiral of self-destruction, never taking a break from work. his wife tried to convince him, but people never took him seriously, so he was working hard to prove that he could, indeed, be competent, and not just the child that others saw him as.

the end of his spiral was marked by an affair. finally, somebody who understood him. he cut his hair, started everything over, and stopped his workaholic attitudes. it seemed to be all going good, until nine months later, when a child was born. he knew right away it was his, with the smile. and so, he had to push the maid away, to another kingdom with a good job and told his wife right away. despite her insistence that the maid was allowed to stay, he didn't want to. it got in the way of their relationship, and he didn't want the regrets to push him to do something stupid. after that, he poured his life into raising his children, but cannot believe they're this old right now, and doesn't ever want to let go of them.

[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Akiva Caelum is approved.

[Alex]

~Basic Info~
Name: Michael Grimm
Nickname:
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 22
Height: 6'
Weight: 190lbs
Race: Bender

~Appearance~
Eye color: Red
Hair color: Grey
Clothing: Casual (T shirt, jeans, Black combat boots)

~Advanced Info~
Personality: Michael's attitude varies from person to person. He can be difficult to get close to at first due to his untrusting personality. Though beyond that one will find a loyal and trustworthy friend or loving companionship. After all… he would do anything for friends and family

Background: Michael works as a Body guard or fights for money. Though he hopes to find his lucky break on a lucrative job, even if he has to jump through some holes
Power: Water/Ice Bender

Strengths:
Powerful Melee fighter
Balanced Bending powers, Leaning towards Creation and Balancing between Defense and Offense
Extremely Intelligent and Adaptive with fast reflexes

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[ age ] 43
[ sexuality ] heterosexual; married
[ height ] 6'2
[ alignment ] lawful good
[ face claim ] jeffrey dean morgan

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[ personality ]
- The King has matured vastly over the years of his reign; he's no longer the boy that feared his birthright; now he is a king that wears his crown with pride.

fair - Lovell has always tried his best to remain fair. it is expected of a king, to be fair. His father taught him that much, and he always tries to keep his personal opinions out of kingdom affairs. The wants of his people, their needs are all he cares about.

opinionated - Lovell has no problem sharing his thoughts out loud, even if there's a high chance someone will disagree with him. In his personal life, where his wife and children are concerned, he shows his true colours, not letting the crown that he wears deter him from speaking openly.

confident - if there is something that has remained the same throughout Lovell's life, it's his confidence. Even as a young boy, he held his head high, walking around with cheek and charm, which he always managed to get away with. He likes to say it is this quality that his wife is most attracted to.

proud - Lovell dislikes to ask for help of any kind. He would much rather rip a tooth out of his skull before asking someone for assistance. Lovell hates being in debt to someone just as much. Although he doesn't have a problem with other people asking for help - he's always willing to lend a hand, especially if it shows off how powerful he is.

peaceful - "I'm a lover, not a fighter." This quote rings true for the Fire King. While his brothers had all been fierce warriors like their father, Lovell took after his mother. In the sense that he prefers peace over violence. A pacifist. However, most citizens of his kingdom do not agree with this side of their king, demanding more strength and passion from their ruler. Is he peaceful, or just afraid of confrontation?

romantic - One of the most noticeable things about Lovell is his affections towards his wife. It's obvious in the way he speaks of her, to her, the way he looks at her; he's in love and has been since the first day their eyes met. He used to be quite the ladies man as a young prince, but now, he is devoted to his one and only.

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[ backstory ]
Growing up, a Prince was always lavish, in the sense that he had everything he desired. Food, clothing, entertainment. He was a happy boy, with no pressures of being the Heir or the Heir's replacement. He was the youngest out of his four other brothers, the fifth child of his mother and father.

When he was a teenager, just freshly turned sixteen when his father was killed — assassinated really. Then, his eldest brother took the throne. He faced the same fate a couple of months into his reign. His second eldest took the crown and lasted a year and a bit and disappeared on the anniversary of the dead King's death.
When his third brother took the crown, he vanished several months into his reign, only to show up at random spots, chopped up into pieces. When this was going on, there was an uproar from the people. But there was nothing that the family could do. They were at a loss, just like the rest of them.

His fourth brother abdicated when it came time for him to take the crown, leaving Lovell, the last prince, to take responsibility. As this was going on, it became known that he was in need of a wife; a future Queen.

And he found her. Her name was Asteria, a well-known warrior in the kingdom. Initially, he was meant to take an interest in her sister, but he found her too dull. Too boring. But ever the gentleman he gave her a chance, and one evening a dinner was set up, for him and his mother to meet the entire of her family. That's where he met Asteria for the first time, with a couple of shared roll of the eyes, he was sold. They began to sneak about, behind the back of her sister and her parents. Hiding like the young people they were, giggling at the absurdity of it all, kissing in the gardens, behind bookcases. Lovell fell hard. He even had a garden planted for her, which is where he also proposed to her.

Somehow, she said yes to him, and they have been happily married ever since. Bearing many children together - some he favours more than others, which is the only cause of argument between him and his wife.

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                LONG                                                            THE
                  
                                          LIVE                                                            KING

[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Michael and Lovell are approved.

[ѕolanιne]

[Hettie
[Abel

“ T i ”

20┊ Bookshop Assistant
Female┊Hetero-romanitc ┊Asexual
Bender ┊ Spirit; Psychometry | Aura Sensory

[ a p p e a r a n c e

(view spoiler)[Hair┊Dark brown, pixie cut with bangs.
Eyes┊Hazel
Height┊5’4
Body Type┊Thin, petite
Scars/Marking┊One along the base of her throat, often covered.
Face Claim┊Cecilia Mendez (hide spoiler)]

[ l i k e s ┄ Spicy Foods ; Old Books ; Rainy Days
[ d i s l i k e s ┄ Extreme Cold ; Confrontation ; Physical Contact
[ st r e n g t h s ┄ Keeping to Herself ; Reading Aura’s ; Traveling Undetected
[ w e a k n e s s e s ┄ Lack of Control with Her Psychometry ; Nervous ; Weak Physically

[ p e r s o n a l i t y

Timid┊ showing a lack of courage or confidence; easily frightened.
Secretive┊ inclined to conceal feelings and intentions or not to disclose information.
Lonely┊ without companions; solitary.
Observant┊ quick to notice things.
Asocial┊ avoiding social interaction.
Quiet┊ tranquil and reserved by nature; not brash or forceful.
Mysterious┊ deliberately enigmatic.
Independent┊ not depending on another for livelihood or subsistence.

[ b a c k g r o u n d

As an orphan Hettie didn’t know anything about her heritage. Many thought due to her appearance that the little girl was of Water Kingdom, they’d be in the right assuming such. Hettie was raised without the knowledge of her parents, this lack of information is what would cause a strong reaction when her bending abilities manifested at the age of thirteen.

Hettie started to be able to read people by touching them or items they owned. It started off small, general assumptions but eventually it grew stronger. Not realizing that she was spirit bender Hettie’s thoughts went to the worst. She was cursed. The already shy girl turned scarce and nervous refusing to touch anything bare skinned. Hettie saved all her coin for a few winters and managed to by a pair of thin leather gloves.

Eventually she began to work in a bookshop and has continue doing so since she was a young maiden, sixteen. Hettie refuses to touch anything not from her own home or made by her own hands without gloves for fear of activating her ‘curse’. This has left her Spirit Bending abilities unhoned and hard to manage.

[ r e l a t i on s h i p s

Mentor ┊Open
Partner┊Open
Rivals┊Open
Friends┊Open
Enemies┊Open

[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Hettie Abel is approved.

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ]

  

|| lucine fathdon | xxi | water bender (medic) | bounty hunter/poacher||

Personality
•Cold to the point where she’s standoffish.
•Doesn’t bother in other people’s affairs. It’s their business, not hers. Unless she gets paid then.... yeah. She definitely will meddle into your business.
•Tends to kick into being sarcastic when people annoy her too much.

History
Lucine never knew anything outside of using animals as a way to survive. Which is why when she took her mother’s place (back injury) as a way to feed her family, she became very good at it. She also accepted contracts to help ‘dispose’ of some other nuisance. Lucine understood. Her employers couldn’t survive unless someone was gone, and it certainly wasn’t going to be them. Lucine continues her line of work and has made several friends thanks to coming time and time again to ‘special’ pubs.

[Weird And Odd]

Lucine Fathdon is approved

[Anastasia]

Name: Oscar Chesterfield
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Earth Bender
Role: citizen

Appearance: (view spoiler)[https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b0/de/... (hide spoiler)]
Face Claim: Brenton Thwaites

Brief Description: Oscar is a cunning fellow. He does genuinely like people, but if he has the opportunity to take advantage of someone, he will certainly go for it. That doesn't mean that he doesn't have his moments though, when he wants to be, he can be extremely genuine and kind, it only becomes a problem if he's become known as a liar and he tries to show the better side of himself. He's lost many friends because he messed up one too many times with them.
He often finds himself drawn to more affectionate people, the kinder the person, the more likely he is to want to be their friend, whether it's for selfish reasons or not.
He's not particularly reserved, he doesn't mind talking about his past hardships, because he's managed to overcome many struggles that used to weigh him down. He came to the Spirit Kingdom after tragedy struck his family, and, though he doesn't mind his past, he came to start anew. He wants a new life, somewhere where no one knows the old Oscar and only knows the Oscar he wants them to see.

[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Oscar Chesterfield is approved

[Crow]

Redone Lucian Saraf

| Lucian | Saraf | Prince of The Fire Kingdom | 24 |

| Eduard Badaluta |



| Personality |
Lucian never wanted to be a prince, yet he is in competition with his brother to be the heir to one of the greatest kingdoms the world has ever known. Well at least it used to be. He hates the fact that his family had to flee to the Spirit Kingdom. To run like a coward from his own home.

He resents the fact that he has to leave his kingdom as rebels tear through it trying to take what is rightfully his and his families. He would do anything to convince his family to return home. In his eyes he thinks their people will turn against them when they see that he is hiding behind another for protection. It's put him at odds with most of his family. Despite everything he still resents his family for forcing him to flee with them. He fears that the people, his people, will turn against the royal family if they stay to long in the spirit kingdom. For what king leaves him kingdom for the safety of another.

Despite his views on his stay in the spirit kingdom Lucian seems to always be ready to laugh or share a joke. He tries to mask his worry for his kingdom behind a veil of charisma, putting on a show so that you never seem to see the real him. It's all fake, a show to hind his anger his sorrow at the loss of his home. He truly believes that he has lost, that his home is gone. Hopefully one day he'll be able to return, to take back what was once his.


| Biography |
Lucian was born the eldest prince of the Fire Kingdom, the golden child of the kingdom. Everyone loved the young prince for his quick smile and dashing looks, he stole the peoples' hearts. He grew up as any prince would, adored by everyone. He excelled at his studies, and worked harder than any other. He wanted to be the future king his people deserved. He was exceptionally bright a swordplay, surpassing most of the others he trained with.

He loved everything about his kingdom, from the tall smoking peaks of the inland, to the blue ocean at it's coast. Yet that all changed when the rebels surfaced. The quickly began to turn his home into a war torn land, the rebels and loyalists fought for control of the kingdom. Lucian fought with them, saying that if he didn't fight with those who fought for him and his family, then he didn't deserve to have royal blood. War shocked him, the rebels didn't play fair. He shouldn't have expected anything else.

They pulled every trick on them, and not soon after he left to fight his father called him back to the capital. Their armies were failing, the rebels were pushing inland, to the capital. Every attempt to halt their advance was thwarted. Not matter what they threw at them, no matter how many died they kept taking the kingdom for them. So when he finally fell back he was infuriated but not surprised by what his family had planned.

They were to leave the kingdom for the safety of the Spirit Kingdom. He begged to stay, to fight for his people, but he was calmly told to do start packing. There was little he could do, so when the time came to leave for the Spirit Kingdom he begrudgingly went as well.

| Fire Bender | Lighting |
He developed an affinity with lightning at an early age, when other kids were still playing with little flames. He can summon the bright white fire with a flick of a wrist, it's thunder echoing across the skies. He is completely and utterly sure of his power never questioning his control for a secound.

| Playlist |
Nightshade-The Lumineers
Wolf at your door- Chloe x Halle
Lost it all- Black Veil Brides
Battlefield-Svrcina
Start War-Klergy

[Jenna ⭐]

𝐷 𝐼 𝑉 𝐼 𝑁 𝐸   𝑅 𝐼 𝐺 𝐻 𝑇  ╾╾                              𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐟
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details: female, straight, fire bender

appearance: black hair, brown eyes, 5'5", x

traits:
▵ intelligent, driven, confident, loyal
▿ manipulative, aggressive, blunt, conceited
(hide spoiler)]17, fire kingdom princess

Cocky. If there's one word to describe Saya, it's cocky. She isn't afraid to say things how she sees it, and she knows her family's place very well. To say that she reflects her family's element is an understatement. She's fiery and sometimes uncontrollable, often saying things that she shouldn't.

That's not to say that Saya isn't intelligent, though. Quite the opposite. She can be extremely manipulative and perceptive. She has a habit for picking up on what people think about her and throwing it right back at them. Getting on her bad side definitely isn't the best idea.

Transitioning to the Spirit Kingdom has been... rough to say the least. She's not the biggest fan of the royal family. She's also kind of hates the castle. Tacky.

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞.

[jammy ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ]

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    ♞         αя¢нιє ℓαιηє | Male | 19 | Cole Sprouse | яσуαℓ єαятнвєη∂єя gυαя∂          ♞
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♞ Adept earthbender & fighter
♞ Will play dirty if he has to
♞ Nobility
♞ Arrogant & Straightforward
♞ Despite himself he is actually selfless
♞ Even though he tries to be detached
♞ Loyal to those that earn it
♞ Otherwise he poses the greatest threat to them....
♞ His sarcasm

αrchie Laine. Dismissive, law-abiding and unflinching. His prowess extends an average swordsman’s ability with a blade. Perhaps his arrogance stems from the fact that he knows it too. Brought up in the folds of nobility he had always felt secure, and boisterous, with his level of rebelliousness only directed to those that deserve it. Despite his bad mannered demeanor, he knows when and how to be courteous and responsible. At times his impulsiveness and lack of respect to some trainers are the reason he is not of any considerable standing in ranks. However, Archie is particularly selfless and takes responsibility for his actions.

As a noble man's son, training to join the guards began as soon as he could walk. Yet despite having little choice in the matter, Arch wouldn't have it any other way. Finally fully joining the force at sixteen, he is more than competent enough, bordering a weapon in the making. Whilst there is still much yet to learn, Archie takes pride in his position at the castle and only aims higher.

Formerly under the training of Crown Prince Kaiden in his early years, he had incorporated the prince's style in his own and maintains a level of respect for the prince who had initially taken him under his wing.

 
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[ s t a t u s ┄
Whilst Archie may not be a powerful bender, he is proficient enough to use the earth to his advantage, but he does not rely on it. His mother had been a native earthbender whom he had inherited his abilities from. Currently as a lowly guard, still in training and not yet assigned with anything majorly important, Archie spends his time trying to prove himself however his sarcastic nature holds him back.
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[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Lucian, Saya, Archie are approved.

[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Ray Hood is approved, make sure next time to claim the face claim.

[幽灵]

𝕬𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖆 𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆

18, Female, Student, Spirit bender

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With her wavy brown hair, gleaming blue eyes, sharp, well-defined features and a cute smile that would definitely warm your heart, Athena isn't a girl you would reject on sight. Being a living angel of beauty, she has charmed tons of boys merely with her smile.

With that sort of beauty, surely people would expect one arrogant, vain girl who does nothing all day except applying make-up. Yet, this hardly applies to Athena. Socially awkward but friendly, Athena prides herself in her modesty and her hate towards make-up. Indeed, she never boasts about her beauty and hardly even cares whether she's beautiful or not. She despises cosmetics with passion and would never apply those horrible inventions on her face!

Born in a family who upholds the norm, Athena frowns upon the notion of power is men's best asset. She absolutely believes that any relationship should be forged based on love, not power. Not society status. She wants equality and she is willing to fight for it.

{𝓟𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼

Aura sensory, astral projection, potion making, energy medicine

}

~ Your powers don't judge you. Your capability to love does ~

[[deleted user]]

Name: Estelle Lynn Saraf
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Fire Bender
Role: (optional ex: royal, archivists, guard, student, citizen) Fire Kingdom’s youngest Princess

Appearance: (a picture or link to a picture, anime claims are allowed. Characters will not be accepted until their face is claimed in the thread)
Face Claim: (optional) Bailee Madison

Brief Description: (personality, history, or whatever you want. can be bullet points)
- Firey: She is very passionate about the things she cares about, she can be easily provoked at times, and she is very irritable, especially if you are her sisters.
- Thoughtful: She is someone who pays attention or considers others' feelings when they speak and act but it depends on the person that she is supposed to be ‘ thoughtful ’ too.
- Well-informed: She is well-informed and keeps up with everything a Princess should, including the news and criminals, and stuff like that.


Estelle enjoys teasing others because she feels that it is a good way to break the ice. She also enjoys bantering, especially about life ideas and how she thinks about things. She may make others crazy with her unfiltered comments, but it is also what makes her fun.

[ƒαуzα...{Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ}, We are all one]

Athena and Estelle are approved.

[Jenna ⭐]

Sometimes, my body feels like a burial ground,


ELIAS VALARYN for all the people I should have become.
17, thief/bounty hunter, fire user
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Elias's life wasn't always so tough. Things were good when he was younger — when his father a well-respected guard. And though his mother died during childbirth, the bond between Elias and his father was strong enough to carry his childhood. They spent all of his father's spare time together, and Elias had dreams of following in his footsteps. He trained to be like him, learned how the city's guard functioned. It was all he could think of.

His father died of a stab-wound on a Tuesday. Elias was 14. He went to live somewhere else in the city with another family. For a long time, he still trained to be a guard, trying to get closer to his "destiny." When he was 15, he started to have doubts. He trained more. When he ran off on his own, things started to look more grim. He was 16 when he gave up and starting stealing, and he was 17 when he started bounty hunting. For a year, he's lived this life, using his training to give him the edge and keep him alive.

But he came close to losing it recently. He got messed up with the wrong people, got on the inside and screwed them over. Now he owes them a lot of money. Mix that in with being wanted in the Spirit Kingdom and he's got his work cut out for him.

extras: (view spoiler)[
▴cunning, realistic, charismatic
▾arrogant, pessimistic, deceitful

appearance: max beauchamp

playlist: twice the heart

family: grant valaryn
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[Birdsong231☾ (pm before invs)]

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Name | Diego Sebastian Livingston-Moreno
Nickname/s | N/A

Gender | Male
Pronouns | He/Him/His

Age | 17
Date of Birth | June 23
Sun Sign | Gemini
Birth Flower/s | Rose; honeysuckle
Birth Stone/s | Tourmaline; agate

Species | Bender
Element | Air
Rank | Student
Stats | (view spoiler)[
Control | 5/10
Power | 7/10
Attack | 7/10
Defense | 5/10
Speed | 8/10
Total | 32/50
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Personality | The first thing you'll notice about Diego is his happy-go-lucky aura. Nothing can make him back down when he puts his mind to it, and even if he does end up getting a bit sad at some point, his passion for life always makes him bounces back. His charming smile is one of his best features, and has always found his way around to getting what he desires with it. There is, of course, a touch of extra flirting just in case. Although he seems like he would be playful in relationships, he's actually quite a romantic. he just doesn't really see the reason of showing it. He is one of the best people to confide in. He'll never interrupt, and always gives sincere opinions and answers.
Likes | Being in the sun; animals; warmth; flowers, especially nerium; stars
Dislikes | Clouds;

Appearance | Diego is gorgeous young man with soft and short brown hair and shimmering peridot green eyes. He is unusually tall, standing at 6'3" and weighs 155.2 lbs.. With his sexy Spanish heritage, his skin carries a soft tan colour, a slim, yet athletic build, and a stunning smile that has captured the hearts of many men and women. He knows he's attractive, and he sometimes uses this as an advantage to get what he wants.
Facial Claim | Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
Photo | https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/a6/62/c6...(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Sexuality | Bisexual (Prefers males)
Status | Single
Partner/Crush | Open, ask first; crush first
Mother | Rosita Livingston-Moreno
Father | Trevor Livingston
Sister | Marie Livingston-Moreno

Other | Has a Spanish accent that gets thicker when he's excited. He has a habit of speaking some words in the language, thanks to his Spanish mother. Most of the words I already know, some I pick up from translators. If any words are used wrong, it's because I couldn't quite tell which word was best used for the sentence.

[幽灵]

                                      STYX ROMEOZEN
                        ↪ 24, female, bisexual, fire bender

                     The guard of Spirit Kingdom, she wields
                     her mighty sword of flames. Burning,
                                sizzling... just like her soul...

                    
                                                                 fc: pan katya

                                            (view spoiler)[
Deadly isn't quite the word to describe her.

A fire bender, powerful and mysterious, she could bend raging infernos to her will. She could craft the intangible flames into literally anything. Blinding and sure, the flickering tongues of fire circled her, creating an image of a girl on fire.

She isn't wild. Nor is she uncontrollable as the supernovas constantly erupting with a flick of her hand. On her soft, well-defined features, she has donned a mask of coldness, her chilly gaze sufficient to petrify anyone. She doesn't gossip, doesn't pry. Nothing of yours is her business, and nothing of hers is yours.

"You don't mess with me, and I don't mess with you..."

Enemies might come easily for her, yes, but she would give her life for her friends, if there were ever any. (hide spoiler)]

[幽灵]

                                         EZRA DOMINIC
                        ↪ 22, male, bisexual, spirit bender

                     An archivist, yet he lacks the patience
                     and the wisdom. Power curled around
                 his fingers, untamed, marking him as a rebel...

               
                                                                   fc: richard deiss

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Being an archivist had never been his choice.

How he hated the monotonous life, the never-ending chants of careful politeness. How he hated being imprisoned by the endless ettique and bearing the weight of being someone highly venerated by the public. How he hated restricting his intelligence to a life of contemplation...

His soul thrummed with life, defying the set of vows he had begrudgingly voiced. His heart pulsed with unrestrained energy - the prospect of exploring beyond the boundaries of the castle invigorating and alluring. No one knew his intentions; he had shoved them deep down for fear of being discovered. Yet, he began his heated pursue of his dream, silently, secretly.

He engaged in no conversation, he told no one of his plans. Slowly, he began to thrive.

No one knew the notorious rebel - Alexandra Gommeziez was actually the calm archivist, bidding his time amidst the holy brothers and sisters. No one.

He was going to show those fools that archivists are humans as well. (hide spoiler)]

[Birdsong231☾ (pm before invs)]

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Name | Raven Sephtis Andara
Nickname/s | N/A

Gender | Female
Pronouns | She/Her/Hers

Age | 34
Date of Birth | December 13
Sun Sign | Sagittarius
Birth Flower/s | Narcissus, holly
Birth Stone/s | Topaz, turquoise

Species | Bender
Element | Spirit
Rank | Maid
Stats | (view spoiler)[
Control | 2/10
Power | 9/10
Attack | 1/10
Defense | 1/10
Speed | 4/10
Total | 17/50
Insanity | 15/10
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Personality | Raven is a dark, brooding woman who hides her secrets like her life depends on it. She keeps her distance from the world, and hardly ever trusts anyone, often covering her tracks with acting oblivious and confused when she was actually probably the culprit of the crimes. Her attempt to revive her mother has lead her to become dazed, and has often been caught talking to herself, rocking back and forth in her room, and has always given off a dark vibe in general. It comes to no surprise that most people avoid her at all costs.
Likes | Darkness
Dislikes | Light; positivity

Facial Claim | Jennifer Love Hewitt
Hair | Brown, long, soft, slightly curly
Eyes | Brown
Height | 5'8"
Weight | 149.2 lbs.
Other | N/A
Photo | https://dvdbash.files.wordpress.com/2... (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Sexuality | Homosexual
Status | Single
Partner/Crush | Open, ask first; crush first
Mother | Lillian Andara

History | When she was a child, Raven was a very positive...until her mother died from an unknown illness. The two knew Raven had powerful spirit-bender abilities, and her mother told her what she could do, and why it had become forbidden. It had only been a few days after Lillian's death when Raven decided to bring her mother back. Her attempt failed. The being she brought back looked nothing like her mother, nor did it even seem like an existing creature, which caused her to run away from home from fear. Eventually insanity took over and whenever someone tried to help her, they where scared away by the look in her eyes. She doesn't know how she survived, nor remembers who took care of her. She only remembers darkness whenever she tries to look back at her childhood and teenage years.

Other | Raven's insanity was caused by trying to revive her mother.

[Birdsong231☾ (pm before invs)]

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Name | Evanstil Eletra
Nickname/s | Evan

Gender | Male
Pronouns | He/Him/His

Age | 15
Date of Birth | January 11
Sun Sign | Capricorn
Birth Flower/s | Carnation, snowdrop
Birth Stone/s | Jet, garnet

Species | Bender
Element | Fire
Rank | Student
Stats | (view spoiler)[
Control | 5/10
Power | 6/10
Attack | 7/10
Defense | 6/10
Speed | 6/10
Total | 30/50
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Personality | Evanstil is a calm and serious person, much like his father. He is hard to irritate, but he easily irritates other with his brutal honesty. He doesn't hold back on his opinions. He is often oblivious to others' feelings, making him a difficult person to talk to if you're looking for someone to sugarcoat advice. He gives off a distant kind of vibe, but that is because his father's personality has rubbed off on him. The two are painfully similar when it comes to emotions, minus all the abuse his father went through as a child. In love, Evanstil is completely clueless. He would be unsure of what the fuzzy feelings mean, nor why his heart is beating so fast. He'd seriously think he was becoming sick, and constantly check in with the school nurse. But a part of him deep down would know it isn't a physical illness. And if he did realize he was in love, he would become severely awkward around his crush, stuttering and sometimes accidentally injuring himself from not paying attention to his surroundings. Please help this poor child.
Likes | Warm temperatures; music; painting; photography; drawing
Dislikes | Cold temperatures; his power

Appearance | Evanstil is a very tall teenaged male with soft, short platinum blonde hair and beautiful violet eyes. He stands at 6'2" and weighs 168.7 lbs.. He has a scar from a second-degree burn on his left forearm from overuse of his power. In style, he prefers to have a more formal or professional appearance than relaxed and casual.
Facial Claim | Emil Steilsson
Photo | https://i.pinimg.com/736x/56/4d/d4/56... (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Sexuality | Biromantic
Status | Single
Partner/Crush | Open, ask first; crush first
Mother | Serena Eletra
Father | Devan Eletra

History | The day Evanstil discovered his power was one of the scariest moments he can remember. He had been bullied as a child for being the only one to not have awakened his quirk and for being alone all the time. One day, he had enough.
"Leave... Me... Alone." Evanstil's eyes shimmered with angry tears. Slowly, a small black flame started to circle around him. The angrier he got, the bigger and hotter the flames had become, and eventually they got so strong that it touched the delicate skin of the child who taunted him all the time.
The child screamed in pain, making little Evanstil scream in unison.
"Demon!" The child had cried.
That one remark had stunned the small Eletra to the point the flames disappeared in an instant.
That was the day he started to fear himself.

Other | N/A

[Weird And Odd]

All above characters are approved, sorry for the wait!

[dorian ♕]

✧✧✧ 𝘓𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘴 𝘛𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 ✧✧✧
✧✧✧ 19 years old ✧✧✧
✧✧✧ Male ✧✧✧
✧✧✧ Bisexual ✧✧✧
✧✧✧ Water Bender ✧✧✧
✧✧✧ Blacksmith in training ✧✧✧

Face Claim: (optional)

(view spoiler)[ Brief Description: (personality, history, or whatever you want. can be bullet points): Lukas grew up in a normal world. His parents were always there, his siblings treated him right. Of course, that was all until the Day of Reckoning (as he calls it). ON the DAy, he came home to find a dead household, his parents murdered, and his siblings taken.

They were never found again.

Afterwards, his grandfather took him in and raised him, treating him right, and loving him like he was his own son. His grandfather, a blacksmith as well, always told him stories about the Fae, or happily ever afters that Lukas could've had, but never truly had it. On age 16, Lukas was stunned out of his sleep, and dragged to a nearby river, where he was thrown in, weights tied to his feet. He would've drowned, had not his magic kicked in at the last moment, and saved him. He dragged himself home, three dead bodies behind him, fell into bed, and went asleep. The next day, his grandfather had a heart attack, and Lukas was left alone, to cultivate his magic by himself. (hide spoiler)]