Post by koibitoroshia on Oct 17, 2010 10:17:34 GMT -5
Name:
Koibito Watanabe is his real name, but the village knows him as “Koi.”
Age:
Nineteen
Gender:
Male
Group:
Kyoshi Warrior
Nation:
Earth Kingdom
Bender?:
No.
Physical Appearance:
Honey colored eyes and lighter toned skin than most Earth Kingdom natives tone set in a face that’s as soft as a girl’s make Koibito look much too feminine for his liking. His hair, which is black, is cropped around his shoulders without bangs. He tucks it up into a bun when in warrior uniform and held there by golden, chopstick-like pins. Not only that, but the fact that his circumstances create a need to crossdress and hide his gender also make his whole ensemble strongly feminine. A lithely muscular build is rarely shown under heavy dresses, but evident all the same. When dressed to fight or train with the rest of the warriors, his face is painted pale ivory, as well as his neck. Between his eyes and his eyebrows, a candy apple red stripe is painted, pointed at both ends. His lips are also painted a darker maroon. With his shy features, this geisha style makeup just gives him a look of trying a tad too hard and exemplifies the fact that, judging by appearance, he’d be lousy in battle.
A scar hooks over the left side of his jawline, and two more cross over the back of his right hand. Another thing people seem to notice when they meet him are his proud features set in a timid face; high cheekbones and very dark arching eyebrows seem to be the most prominent, along with his nose, which is slightly less noticeable. While he's not very tall, he's still rather commanding and has an air about him. His eyes are a striking color, that also makes him a target for attention; which he pushes away with shy movements and body language. He also has a tendency to be constantly in corners, playing with his hair and waiting for others to step in front of him.
Clothing/Armor:
When in uniform, Koibito wears a four layered dartmouth green kimono underneath a lighter, simple emerald green kimono with baggy sleeves. On top of the lighter kimono, grey-asparagus torso armor is tied. Under the sleeves of the top kimono, Koibito wears gloves that match in color and style to the armor. On the shoulders of the outer kimono, are patterns that consist of one forest green line and a golden circle in the middle. The golden circle is an insignia; gold representing the honor of a warrior’s heart, and silk thread representing the brave blood flowing through their veins. At the end of the sleeves before the gloves, are dark charcoal grey bracers above the cloth, making the sleeves billow outward. Around his waist, he wears a Pakistan green cloth sash, in which his two metal fans are kept. He also keeps the customary retractable shield and katana in his sash. Around his forehead, he wears a Pakistan green headband with a golden sun-shaped decoration.
Out of uniform, but still in the public eye, Koibito wears complex dresses and kimonos in Dartmouth green. The green sets him aside as a Kyoshi Warrior, seeing as most villagers wear blue. Upon occasion he’ll wear things trimmed in gold or with gold accents. He often wears an intricate necklace of green cloth and a similar metal sun-shaped centerpiece to his headdress. He still pulls his hair back, but when out of uniform, he keeps it pinned in a bun with an intricate green and golden comb that is easy to pull out. He generally still wears a sash and carries his fans, even out of uniform, seeing as he is rather cautious, but he hides them. And yes, if you’re wondering, he stuffs his chest because he wants to appear female.
When he is permitted to do so(away from prying eyes), Koibito dresses like he truly is; he dresses male. Primarily, he dresses in black pants and a charcoal long sleeve shirt, those being his only masculine articles of clothing. He lets his hair down when letting himself be like this, and puts his fans to the side in favor of his katana. He still wears his sash, and a matching green wristband with the same metal sun-decoration on it as his headband and necklace. He wears simple combat boots and doesn’t wear gloves.
Weapons:
Metal Fan—All Kyoshi Warriors carry a pair of golden metal fans. These mimic the fans avatar Kyoshi carried and fought with. These fans are sharp, and hard. Sturdily built and easily carried, these fans are carefully crafted on the island. Wielded in a way similar to waterbending technique, the Kyoshi warriors use defense as offense; exploiting energy sent against them and redirecting it as well as using openings to the fullest. Taught in the ways of Kyoshi technique, Koibito is extremely skilled with his fans.
Katana—As is customary for a Kyoshi warrior, Koibito carries a katana as a backup weapon if his fans fail or are thrown at an enemy and cannot be retrieved. Although he’s tried to practice on his own, the art of wielding the katana is largely untaught on the Island, so his skill is less than mediocre.
Retractable Shield—Bearing an insignia similar to the Earth Kingdom’s emblem, the round shield is rarely used by the warriors unless they are protecting a target. Seeing as all Kyoshi warriors are taught to be nimble in heavy kimonos, the shields are often vastly unnecessary in battle. Again, Koibito has tried teaching himself extra techniques only to come out in failure.
Hand to Hand Combat—Even though all Kyoshi Warriors are trained in the ways of using defensive energy as offensive energy and finding openings, Koibito is only average at this. He holds no special techniques or tricks in this, although by most standards all of the warriors are highly skilled.
Personality:
While rather witty and a bit snarky in his head, Koibito was raised as a shy girl who didn’t wear her heart on her sleeve, was too scared to show any aggression. He dislikes the role his life has been cast in, not because he particularly loathes pretending to be a girl(especially to keep himself safe), but because it was chosen for him. He has been taught manners, and does his best to use them when he can and he tries his best to keep up the charade his mother set for him by being as cute and girly as he possibly can. He has an authority problem, and a quick temper, but all in all, he’s trying his best to calm it because it’s gotten him in trouble too much. He tries his best to be docile, a perfect female. He tries to be submissive and follow any order.
Koibito, although he tries to be the perfect girl, he’s a complete coward, and would much rather run before he fights or has to confront something or someone he fears. He inwardly sickens at the sight of anyone who reminds him of his mother and hates girls who hate guys. He has deep-set loyalty, but also won’t stick around if he knows the odds are not in his favor. He holds grudges and presents his anger only through passive aggression by way of highly disguised sarcasm. He’s never known any other way but to listen to his elders and authority, and thus has had any innate ambition beaten out of him by taking orders and trying to be exactly the same as all the girls.
With a fear and fascination with fire, he is drawn to a flame like a moth whenever he sees one, which he tries to suppress because when before a flame, he looks even more like his father. With a love for explosions, Koibito has tried(and mostly failed) to create primitive bombs on a number of occasions, with a few actual successes. He’s been trained into a weak mind by his mother, and hates her for it. He has trouble making decisions for himself, and is scared of many things, including butterflies, squirrels, and failure. Koibito’s a perfectionist, and also a timid ‘girl’ who seems to impress people with all of his charm and submissive energy. He calculates things out in his head, and figures that submissive is easier than dominant, in the long run.
Background:
Before His Story
Akito Roshia and Natsumi Fujioka were vastly different creatures. Akito was a simple weaver, while Natsumi was a Kyoshi Warrior. Akito was a grade A coward, while Natsumi was one of the strongest women in their village. They’d known each other since they were children, but they only began with the whole ‘hey, you’re not so bad’ thing in their late teens. They were married at twenty-three. When they were twenty-seven, Natsumi’s first baby was born, a girl who died a week after birth. The second and third babies were also girls who died before they were a month old. Then came the fourth baby, born on the autumnal equinox—to a man that was not Akito.
Early Years
In those first years, when Koibito was still barely conscious of himself, Natsumi Roshia decided to raise her son as a girl. Not because she’d ever wanted a girl; no, she’d wanted to give her husband a proper heir to his family, but because the boy she’d given him already looked far too much like his real father, her unknown lover. She never let Akito around her son, made sure he never helped her with him and told Koibito that his father was an evil, evil man who shouldn't be trusted with anything. So Koibito was sent to play with the girls, and when he was four, the real test began; his Kyoshi Warrior training. It was only customary; seeing as his mother was one.
Childhood
Koibito continued, not knowing how he was different from the girls in his training classes until he was four, when his mother told him how he was different, but not why she’d made it so. He continued on, but began to split into the outer “Koi” and the inner “Koibito.” With shyness and passive aggression, he pushed others away to keep the secret his mother had created for him. Afraid of ostracism by his peers, he created it for himself. As most young children, he bonded strongly with his mother for those young years, and headed her every word, not quite understanding the reasons to do so, but still doing it, and all the time she continued telling her son to stay away from his father; so he did. During times when he felt lonely, he’d go watch the Elephant Koi for which his mother had given him his feminine name. During this time he began researching books he’d gotten from a merchant that came through the village on the way to trade with the Southern Water Tribe—books on explosives.
Teens
On Koibito’s fourteenth birthday, his mother told him about everything. She told him she’d had a short fling with a Fire Nation exile, working as a messenger lost on his way across the ocean—to him she’d bore a son who looked much too similar for comfort and she hoped that if he became a girl, he wouldn’t get the same mannerisms or quite the same look as his father. Her son had to be a girl so people wouldn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary about him. That was when he started hating humanity, started shutting himself up into himself more and more. So he became what everyone seemed to want him to be; the perfect girl. All the time he hated his mother for it, though.
Other girls envied him, while some just wondered about the mysterious girl who never spoke to anyone but her superiors. He tried his best when formal occasions came to make a good impression on people around him, as most of the girls did, but his broken relationship with his father did nothing good for his reputation. His family was pretty well broken, by that point; Koibito hated his father, his father hated Natsumi and Koibito, and his mother just tried to get sympathy by pretending to be the only victim.
Koibito was first courted by a young village scribe when he was fifteen; but he pushed the man away, not wanting him to get any closer and discover his secret. That problem was averted when Aipalovik came along. He was a Water Tribe warrior. He was six years Koibito’s senior, a rebel living on a waterbending ship, hiding himself among his father’s warriors, hiding his skills with weaponry. So they had an accidental exchange of secrets; Koibito’s gender and Aipalovik’s skill.
Aipalovik did something Koibito had never expected; he threw away cultural taboos and claimed Koibito despite his gender. And the rebel always enjoyed his company more when he wasn’t dressed as a warrior. He came closer than the warrior had ever permitted, but nothing gold can stay; and in the end, Aipalovik chose his father and his crewmates over his lover. Koibito didn’t ever blame him; but he’d had a taste of true happiness and knew he couldn’t ever have it again. It was terrible, and it made him hate the world even more-the world, but mostly just his mother.
Now is just a state of depression for Koibito; a year after Aipalovik's departure and his graduation as a warrior and no longer a trainee. He works under Suki now, and envies the avatar; who could be reborn as a male or a female but never seemed to be the wrong gender.
RP Sample:
Koibito’s eyes kept flicking back to the candles lit in a row by the water. He liked shiny things, and couldn’t tear his gaze away. The fascination he found with the dancing flames reminded him of who his father was and what he was a part of. And he thought back, to the only person besides his mother to ever call him Koibito, not Koi. And he thought back, to a moment by this same rock on the shore.
To the casual observer, they would seem like lovers, nothing more; just past the stages of courting. The smaller figure with her hair spilling out over her shoulders, the other one, with slightly lighter hair cut short and shaggy and an arm around her waist. From the smaller figure, Koibito’s, vantage, it was evident that he was male; instead of a skirt, he wore baggy pants he’d borrowed from his lover; the taller figure, Aipalovik of the Water Tribe. Aipalovik was an aspiring trouble maker like he was. The casual observer might have also seen the small wild rose growing despite the salty soil, in the crack between the rock the lovers sat on and the soil. They might have noted, that although the symbol of love had so many obstacles to overcome, it still continued to give a bright lavender bloom.
Then reality hit the young Kyoshi warrior again, sitting by that same rock, he looked over to the rose, which was withered now, just a bare brown stalk like the rest of the foliage in the snow near the water. He turned golden-honey eyes once more to the flickering festival candles and looked over to the other Kyoshi waiting to perform the ceremonial fan dance. One of them, a brown haired girl a few years younger than Koibito looked over with soft brown eyes. He tilted his head to the side and made his eyes inquiring, warm. The brown haired girl looked concerned, “Koi, you’re crying.”
Koibito Watanabe is his real name, but the village knows him as “Koi.”
Age:
Nineteen
Gender:
Male
Group:
Kyoshi Warrior
Nation:
Earth Kingdom
Bender?:
No.
Physical Appearance:
Honey colored eyes and lighter toned skin than most Earth Kingdom natives tone set in a face that’s as soft as a girl’s make Koibito look much too feminine for his liking. His hair, which is black, is cropped around his shoulders without bangs. He tucks it up into a bun when in warrior uniform and held there by golden, chopstick-like pins. Not only that, but the fact that his circumstances create a need to crossdress and hide his gender also make his whole ensemble strongly feminine. A lithely muscular build is rarely shown under heavy dresses, but evident all the same. When dressed to fight or train with the rest of the warriors, his face is painted pale ivory, as well as his neck. Between his eyes and his eyebrows, a candy apple red stripe is painted, pointed at both ends. His lips are also painted a darker maroon. With his shy features, this geisha style makeup just gives him a look of trying a tad too hard and exemplifies the fact that, judging by appearance, he’d be lousy in battle.
A scar hooks over the left side of his jawline, and two more cross over the back of his right hand. Another thing people seem to notice when they meet him are his proud features set in a timid face; high cheekbones and very dark arching eyebrows seem to be the most prominent, along with his nose, which is slightly less noticeable. While he's not very tall, he's still rather commanding and has an air about him. His eyes are a striking color, that also makes him a target for attention; which he pushes away with shy movements and body language. He also has a tendency to be constantly in corners, playing with his hair and waiting for others to step in front of him.
Clothing/Armor:
When in uniform, Koibito wears a four layered dartmouth green kimono underneath a lighter, simple emerald green kimono with baggy sleeves. On top of the lighter kimono, grey-asparagus torso armor is tied. Under the sleeves of the top kimono, Koibito wears gloves that match in color and style to the armor. On the shoulders of the outer kimono, are patterns that consist of one forest green line and a golden circle in the middle. The golden circle is an insignia; gold representing the honor of a warrior’s heart, and silk thread representing the brave blood flowing through their veins. At the end of the sleeves before the gloves, are dark charcoal grey bracers above the cloth, making the sleeves billow outward. Around his waist, he wears a Pakistan green cloth sash, in which his two metal fans are kept. He also keeps the customary retractable shield and katana in his sash. Around his forehead, he wears a Pakistan green headband with a golden sun-shaped decoration.
Out of uniform, but still in the public eye, Koibito wears complex dresses and kimonos in Dartmouth green. The green sets him aside as a Kyoshi Warrior, seeing as most villagers wear blue. Upon occasion he’ll wear things trimmed in gold or with gold accents. He often wears an intricate necklace of green cloth and a similar metal sun-shaped centerpiece to his headdress. He still pulls his hair back, but when out of uniform, he keeps it pinned in a bun with an intricate green and golden comb that is easy to pull out. He generally still wears a sash and carries his fans, even out of uniform, seeing as he is rather cautious, but he hides them. And yes, if you’re wondering, he stuffs his chest because he wants to appear female.
When he is permitted to do so(away from prying eyes), Koibito dresses like he truly is; he dresses male. Primarily, he dresses in black pants and a charcoal long sleeve shirt, those being his only masculine articles of clothing. He lets his hair down when letting himself be like this, and puts his fans to the side in favor of his katana. He still wears his sash, and a matching green wristband with the same metal sun-decoration on it as his headband and necklace. He wears simple combat boots and doesn’t wear gloves.
Weapons:
Metal Fan—All Kyoshi Warriors carry a pair of golden metal fans. These mimic the fans avatar Kyoshi carried and fought with. These fans are sharp, and hard. Sturdily built and easily carried, these fans are carefully crafted on the island. Wielded in a way similar to waterbending technique, the Kyoshi warriors use defense as offense; exploiting energy sent against them and redirecting it as well as using openings to the fullest. Taught in the ways of Kyoshi technique, Koibito is extremely skilled with his fans.
Katana—As is customary for a Kyoshi warrior, Koibito carries a katana as a backup weapon if his fans fail or are thrown at an enemy and cannot be retrieved. Although he’s tried to practice on his own, the art of wielding the katana is largely untaught on the Island, so his skill is less than mediocre.
Retractable Shield—Bearing an insignia similar to the Earth Kingdom’s emblem, the round shield is rarely used by the warriors unless they are protecting a target. Seeing as all Kyoshi warriors are taught to be nimble in heavy kimonos, the shields are often vastly unnecessary in battle. Again, Koibito has tried teaching himself extra techniques only to come out in failure.
Hand to Hand Combat—Even though all Kyoshi Warriors are trained in the ways of using defensive energy as offensive energy and finding openings, Koibito is only average at this. He holds no special techniques or tricks in this, although by most standards all of the warriors are highly skilled.
Personality:
While rather witty and a bit snarky in his head, Koibito was raised as a shy girl who didn’t wear her heart on her sleeve, was too scared to show any aggression. He dislikes the role his life has been cast in, not because he particularly loathes pretending to be a girl(especially to keep himself safe), but because it was chosen for him. He has been taught manners, and does his best to use them when he can and he tries his best to keep up the charade his mother set for him by being as cute and girly as he possibly can. He has an authority problem, and a quick temper, but all in all, he’s trying his best to calm it because it’s gotten him in trouble too much. He tries his best to be docile, a perfect female. He tries to be submissive and follow any order.
Koibito, although he tries to be the perfect girl, he’s a complete coward, and would much rather run before he fights or has to confront something or someone he fears. He inwardly sickens at the sight of anyone who reminds him of his mother and hates girls who hate guys. He has deep-set loyalty, but also won’t stick around if he knows the odds are not in his favor. He holds grudges and presents his anger only through passive aggression by way of highly disguised sarcasm. He’s never known any other way but to listen to his elders and authority, and thus has had any innate ambition beaten out of him by taking orders and trying to be exactly the same as all the girls.
With a fear and fascination with fire, he is drawn to a flame like a moth whenever he sees one, which he tries to suppress because when before a flame, he looks even more like his father. With a love for explosions, Koibito has tried(and mostly failed) to create primitive bombs on a number of occasions, with a few actual successes. He’s been trained into a weak mind by his mother, and hates her for it. He has trouble making decisions for himself, and is scared of many things, including butterflies, squirrels, and failure. Koibito’s a perfectionist, and also a timid ‘girl’ who seems to impress people with all of his charm and submissive energy. He calculates things out in his head, and figures that submissive is easier than dominant, in the long run.
Background:
Before His Story
Akito Roshia and Natsumi Fujioka were vastly different creatures. Akito was a simple weaver, while Natsumi was a Kyoshi Warrior. Akito was a grade A coward, while Natsumi was one of the strongest women in their village. They’d known each other since they were children, but they only began with the whole ‘hey, you’re not so bad’ thing in their late teens. They were married at twenty-three. When they were twenty-seven, Natsumi’s first baby was born, a girl who died a week after birth. The second and third babies were also girls who died before they were a month old. Then came the fourth baby, born on the autumnal equinox—to a man that was not Akito.
Early Years
In those first years, when Koibito was still barely conscious of himself, Natsumi Roshia decided to raise her son as a girl. Not because she’d ever wanted a girl; no, she’d wanted to give her husband a proper heir to his family, but because the boy she’d given him already looked far too much like his real father, her unknown lover. She never let Akito around her son, made sure he never helped her with him and told Koibito that his father was an evil, evil man who shouldn't be trusted with anything. So Koibito was sent to play with the girls, and when he was four, the real test began; his Kyoshi Warrior training. It was only customary; seeing as his mother was one.
Childhood
Koibito continued, not knowing how he was different from the girls in his training classes until he was four, when his mother told him how he was different, but not why she’d made it so. He continued on, but began to split into the outer “Koi” and the inner “Koibito.” With shyness and passive aggression, he pushed others away to keep the secret his mother had created for him. Afraid of ostracism by his peers, he created it for himself. As most young children, he bonded strongly with his mother for those young years, and headed her every word, not quite understanding the reasons to do so, but still doing it, and all the time she continued telling her son to stay away from his father; so he did. During times when he felt lonely, he’d go watch the Elephant Koi for which his mother had given him his feminine name. During this time he began researching books he’d gotten from a merchant that came through the village on the way to trade with the Southern Water Tribe—books on explosives.
Teens
On Koibito’s fourteenth birthday, his mother told him about everything. She told him she’d had a short fling with a Fire Nation exile, working as a messenger lost on his way across the ocean—to him she’d bore a son who looked much too similar for comfort and she hoped that if he became a girl, he wouldn’t get the same mannerisms or quite the same look as his father. Her son had to be a girl so people wouldn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary about him. That was when he started hating humanity, started shutting himself up into himself more and more. So he became what everyone seemed to want him to be; the perfect girl. All the time he hated his mother for it, though.
Other girls envied him, while some just wondered about the mysterious girl who never spoke to anyone but her superiors. He tried his best when formal occasions came to make a good impression on people around him, as most of the girls did, but his broken relationship with his father did nothing good for his reputation. His family was pretty well broken, by that point; Koibito hated his father, his father hated Natsumi and Koibito, and his mother just tried to get sympathy by pretending to be the only victim.
Koibito was first courted by a young village scribe when he was fifteen; but he pushed the man away, not wanting him to get any closer and discover his secret. That problem was averted when Aipalovik came along. He was a Water Tribe warrior. He was six years Koibito’s senior, a rebel living on a waterbending ship, hiding himself among his father’s warriors, hiding his skills with weaponry. So they had an accidental exchange of secrets; Koibito’s gender and Aipalovik’s skill.
Aipalovik did something Koibito had never expected; he threw away cultural taboos and claimed Koibito despite his gender. And the rebel always enjoyed his company more when he wasn’t dressed as a warrior. He came closer than the warrior had ever permitted, but nothing gold can stay; and in the end, Aipalovik chose his father and his crewmates over his lover. Koibito didn’t ever blame him; but he’d had a taste of true happiness and knew he couldn’t ever have it again. It was terrible, and it made him hate the world even more-the world, but mostly just his mother.
Now is just a state of depression for Koibito; a year after Aipalovik's departure and his graduation as a warrior and no longer a trainee. He works under Suki now, and envies the avatar; who could be reborn as a male or a female but never seemed to be the wrong gender.
RP Sample:
Koibito’s eyes kept flicking back to the candles lit in a row by the water. He liked shiny things, and couldn’t tear his gaze away. The fascination he found with the dancing flames reminded him of who his father was and what he was a part of. And he thought back, to the only person besides his mother to ever call him Koibito, not Koi. And he thought back, to a moment by this same rock on the shore.
To the casual observer, they would seem like lovers, nothing more; just past the stages of courting. The smaller figure with her hair spilling out over her shoulders, the other one, with slightly lighter hair cut short and shaggy and an arm around her waist. From the smaller figure, Koibito’s, vantage, it was evident that he was male; instead of a skirt, he wore baggy pants he’d borrowed from his lover; the taller figure, Aipalovik of the Water Tribe. Aipalovik was an aspiring trouble maker like he was. The casual observer might have also seen the small wild rose growing despite the salty soil, in the crack between the rock the lovers sat on and the soil. They might have noted, that although the symbol of love had so many obstacles to overcome, it still continued to give a bright lavender bloom.
Then reality hit the young Kyoshi warrior again, sitting by that same rock, he looked over to the rose, which was withered now, just a bare brown stalk like the rest of the foliage in the snow near the water. He turned golden-honey eyes once more to the flickering festival candles and looked over to the other Kyoshi waiting to perform the ceremonial fan dance. One of them, a brown haired girl a few years younger than Koibito looked over with soft brown eyes. He tilted his head to the side and made his eyes inquiring, warm. The brown haired girl looked concerned, “Koi, you’re crying.”