Post by valiant on Mar 3, 2008 18:01:49 GMT -5
Name: Katara.
Age: Fourteen.
Nation: Southern Water Tribe.
Bender?: Water bender.
Physical Appearance:
At first, Katara seems like an ordinary girl with no stunning or memorable features, but with longer speculation, it appears that she possesses a natural beauty with her warm skin evenly tanned and clear face lacking any sort of makeup or primping. She is on the lower height spectrum of her age, barely scraping 5 ½ inches. She keeps her hair tied back tightly into a braid, parting it in the middle, and fashionably separates two strips of hair to frame her face. The pieces begin at the temples and are pulled back into a small, tightly coiled bun that leads to the braid that dangles a few inches past her waistline. The hairstyle was convenient enough to keep snow and ice from tangling themselves in her long hair while she played as a child, but now is kept out of habit. Chocolate in color, her hair is very thick and dips into soft waves every inch or so, if it’s freed from the normal, constricted braid. Her body is shapely with hourglass curves, but tends to dress in clothes that don’t flaunt that fact. Naturally fit and athletic, her arms and legs are toned and slender with the gift of adolescence.
Her face is heart shaped, hairstyle complimenting her soft jawline perfectly, and it gives of the appearance of Katara’s face being very symmetrical. Her smile is wide in comparison to her small lips and nose, flashing nearly perfect teeth with each grin. Her eyes are a slate color, a trademark of every Water Tribe born child, with splashes of light cerulean as well if you look hard enough. Katara’s hands are delicate and uncalloused though, they are quite deft from cleaning, cooking, and doing other household chores. She appears to hold a youthful face, but how the waterbender conducts herself emanates an older appearance.
Clothing/Armor:
Katara’s clothing is snug and comfortable, the first layer composed of a soft blue tunic which is edged with an ivory colored band around the collar and at the final edges of her garb, it is finished in a thin line of snow rabbit’s fur. The garment itself reaches to an inch below her ankles and opens with a slit for easier movement in battle or in everyday travel. The top of the tunic is wrapped across her chest and the middle of the garb is belted with a wide strip of white to accentuate her small waist. Underneath the tunic, she wears navy colored slacks that she tucks into ankle length boots, rabbit fur trimming the top of the comfortable, worn-in boots. In cold weather, Katara wears a thin, navy blue cloth underneath her tunic, composed of a strong, durable material, almost elastic, so it doesn’t allow her body heat to escape. Strange enough, the cloth breathes and doesn’t stifle her movements, woven by Gran-Gran when she turned 13. Traditionally, she wears her thick, bulky, periwinkle colored parka in times of extreme cold, lined in thick seal fur around the hood, the waist, and the edges of the bottom and sleeves. A feather from the now-extinct albatross are tied to adorn the right and left arm. The parka is often accompanied by coal colored mittens.
Finally, she wears her mother’s necklace that is a lovely midnight-blue colored choker and has a smooth stone etched with the Water Tribe’s symbol over the surface. It was a gift from a former suitor of Gran-Gran and then was passed down to her mother, then in turn, passed down to Katara.
Weapons: Water bending is Katara’s one and only weapon, and is a skilled adversary in combat. Mastery of the element was completed when she finally trained with Master Pakku.
Personality:
Katara holds a personality wavering in between a mother and a child since the time of her own mother’s death. From the lack of any maternal caring for either her or her brother, she took the role of caring for her family and others, but struggles inside herself on how to release her own inner child. She is benevolent and kind towards even strangers, and has maternal instincts that guide her to protect her older brother and Aang. She follows her gut feelings rather than scientific fact; this decides on whether she could trust a person quickly or vice versa. Children enjoy the young waterbender’s company since she creates a calm and safe environment in times of need or strife. Katara is very responsible and easy to depend on for a shoulder to lean on, perfect traits for a future mother. To the children in the Southern Water Tribe, Katara was considered the best story teller around, but in fact, she recited more of a history of the world than fables such as the Avatar or the original benders.
Her sense of justice will cause her to stand up against a greater force, even if it isn’t her place to do so. Betraying Katara’s trust is extremely difficult to gain back, if a person ever does, but she does allow second chances for a select few. She keeps her anger bottled up for a period of time, letting it bubble over and push her over the edge till some unfortunate soul makes her snap. She takes the misplaced anger out at them, screaming at them for whatever reason, and then quickly simmers down, regretting her childish temper. Lying barely comes easy for Katara along with a mischief or even a sense of playfulness. Her emotions are easily read by even the most unskilled observer to her chagrin. Like water, her emotions shift with each situation and person quite fluidly; Katara tends to find it difficult to stay a certain mood throughout the day.
Background:
Born and raised in the Southern Water tribe, she was brought up by a loving family and an even more loving village. Hakoda was elected as the Chief of the tribe and taught younger tribesmen on how to function as proper Water tribe warriors with varying skills from the spear to the sword. Instead of having separate families scattered across the surface of the icy tundra, they formed one together, depending on each other and spending the days as a giant family. Her mother taught her how to speak and how to walk, spending most of their days together. She told stories of fables of spirits and legendary beasts on lands far from the shores of the Artic. While Sokka would be taught the art of the warrior, Katara’s relationship with her mother grew. Her mother introduced scrolls and books of these stories, showing that she was a well-traveled woman, but Katara didn’t think of questioning where this knowledge came from. To this day, the mystery of her mother’s books left her with a series of questions, all of which are unanswered.
The bright eyed child seemed to wobble after her mother everywhere she went, providing her with a second shadow throughout the day. As she grew older, she tended to shift away from children her own age, noting that they acted as if everything was a joke or a prank. She didn’t think that shoving snow down someone’s hood was funny. She tended to play ‘house’ or ‘school’ with other girls (since all boys were too busy playing warrior or some silly nonsense of the sort), but was considered “too bossy!” by some.
Katara and her older brother played and bickered, like any siblings would, till one fateful day, Sokka tossed a slimy, silver scaled fish, eyes wide with fear and lips puckering for air in it’s final gasping breathes, onto the lap of his younger sister as payback for making fun of his “warrior’s wolf tail” hairstyle earlier that day. Outraged, Katara raised her hand and out of the hole Sokka had fished the creature out from, water spouted from it and drenched her brother in the freezing waters. Everyone around her stopped and gazed upon the oblivious child, too busy giggling at her gaping brother. She could bend water? An action unheard of in the past two decades and now, this eight year old child was to be the only waterbender in the Southern Water tribe! Of course, it was decided amongst her parents and the elders that she was to be taught how to use this beautiful gift. But weeks passed and before any searching could ensue, the Fire Nation attacked.
The siege was brutal, fire spitting from the hands of the endless amount soldiers like the end of the world. That’s what Katara believed it was, the end of the world until her father shouted for the alarm, calling every man to take up their arms and battle. She squeezed her eyes shut; she could feel the heat lapping at her face as Sokka yanked on her hand, his voice distant as he commanded her to run. The moment she opened her eyes, she felt a twist of her heart as it forced itself into her throat, stomach acid burning into her lungs. Her mother, vivid blue eyes now fading into a dull gray color like the sky, was thrown into the snow with a thump, gaping wound in her back sizzling, sending steams of heat into the hair as the Fire Nation soldier stared at her with disgust. The shooting pain was so immense, she let out a shriek and dropped Sokka’s sweaty hand, and covered the sides of her head as she stared at her dead mother as her eyes finally glazed over. She could feel her heart pound rapidly in her throat against the necklace that her mother had given her a few days after of finding out she was gifted with the ability to bend water. Her brother bounded toward the soldier, screaming profanities with his fists raised in the air, but the nine year old was no match for trained soldier and was quickly shoved aside as the he marched away to rejoin his troops. Hakoda managed to kill the murderer and fight off the rest of the Fire Nation regime, but the final results were grim.
Half the village was destroyed, including its inhabitants: man, woman, and child. Hakoda was set on rebuilding the village to it’s former glory, but the attempt wasn’t realistic. The shift in Katara’s personality began here, while her father sought to help other familes, she helped her brother and her father in any way she could, even if that would mean delaying being properly taught to waterbend. Cooking, cleaning, managing the house, taking care of the toddlers around the village along with Gran-Gran, settling little spats and fights between them with a gentle word. All of these motherly abilities seemed to come naturally with some help from neighboring mothers and grandmothers on what to do if she needed it. Two years went by, and the village seemed to be restored as best as it could, and Hakoda decided on searching the continent for a teacher. Or at least, one other person who could waterbend. Two more years passed, and the pressure of the Fire Nation on the Southern Water tribe grew. Katara understood what would happen and confronted her father about it on the eve of his announcement of the warrior’s departure. He admitted to leaving and realizing that the responsibility of Sokka and herself would grow even more than before, but asked them to stay strong, promising his return.
Two more years drudged by, and all hope seemed lost. Pressure was placed on her to become something Katara wasn’t ready for at the time: an adult. She was barely a teenager and playing “mother” to the children of the tribe seemed like a duty more than a job she elected to do for that first year. It seemed that all the problems the Firebenders had left worsened with the passage of time and now, this child was left to repair their damage. Her father...! He should have known better than to have left; they needed him! It was as if Sokka and herself were orphans, left in the artic snow with nothing but a ticking clock. Those soldiers would return someday, but she couldn’t be sure. They were as unpredictable as the element they harnessed, but she couldn’t risk it. All she would have to do is just patiently wait for her father and the rest of the Waterbenders to return; she could survive. She had to, not just for herself, but for the tribe— her family.
A few months passed, and she, along with her brother, discovered a boy with strange markings imprisoned in ice...
Sample RP:
The young girl sat near the campfire, listening to the crackling of the flame as it danced toward the clear night sky, arms wrapped around her legs and tucked in close. She couldn’t help but wonder how she came here, how her life so drastically changed from scavenging for fish and finding ways to keep warm to helping the Avatar. Snapping back from her thoughts, the fire whipped out and snapped into the air, making Katara lurch backwards uncomfortably, face hot from the heat. She scooted backwards and glanced at her sleeping companions: Sokka, mouth wide open, drooling had shifted and turned over mumbling something incoherent about meat or something, and Aang silently sleeping on his back. Appa and Momo nestled together near them, underneath the canopy of pine trees in an attempt hide the sleeping, fuzzy giant from any unwanted eyes from the sky. It had been days since they had eaten a true meal and it had been showing— well more than usual. Sokka had began to complain about the lack of meat and the increase in berries, saying that he wasn’t, nor would he ever be, a squirrel. A few days after, Aang had looked rather thin, cheekbones poking out of his normally round face and then stayed silent. So, the plan was, that they let Appa rest, while they search for a nearby Earth Kingdom town where they find a way to get money or barter off items. Nervously, her fingers found the cool stone that hung from her neck on a silk ribbon and then gave a sigh. Sokka and Aang wouldn’t ever ask her to give her mother’s necklace away, but the time would come when they would run out of food all together and....
She shook her head. There were always other options! Maybe she could volunteer themselves to help out a wealthy old Earth Kingdom woman! Sure, that could always work, she could cook practically anything, Sokka could bring in groceries, or whatever he was good for besides swinging around his sword, and Aang could help! Perfect, she smiled as she slowly leaned backwards onto the hard dirt of the forest. Sokka grumbled something again about food and... something about eating Momo, who’s ears perked up and let out a purr of a protest. She’d need rest of course, but when dawn came, that’s where the real work would begin.
Age: Fourteen.
Nation: Southern Water Tribe.
Bender?: Water bender.
Physical Appearance:
At first, Katara seems like an ordinary girl with no stunning or memorable features, but with longer speculation, it appears that she possesses a natural beauty with her warm skin evenly tanned and clear face lacking any sort of makeup or primping. She is on the lower height spectrum of her age, barely scraping 5 ½ inches. She keeps her hair tied back tightly into a braid, parting it in the middle, and fashionably separates two strips of hair to frame her face. The pieces begin at the temples and are pulled back into a small, tightly coiled bun that leads to the braid that dangles a few inches past her waistline. The hairstyle was convenient enough to keep snow and ice from tangling themselves in her long hair while she played as a child, but now is kept out of habit. Chocolate in color, her hair is very thick and dips into soft waves every inch or so, if it’s freed from the normal, constricted braid. Her body is shapely with hourglass curves, but tends to dress in clothes that don’t flaunt that fact. Naturally fit and athletic, her arms and legs are toned and slender with the gift of adolescence.
Her face is heart shaped, hairstyle complimenting her soft jawline perfectly, and it gives of the appearance of Katara’s face being very symmetrical. Her smile is wide in comparison to her small lips and nose, flashing nearly perfect teeth with each grin. Her eyes are a slate color, a trademark of every Water Tribe born child, with splashes of light cerulean as well if you look hard enough. Katara’s hands are delicate and uncalloused though, they are quite deft from cleaning, cooking, and doing other household chores. She appears to hold a youthful face, but how the waterbender conducts herself emanates an older appearance.
Clothing/Armor:
Katara’s clothing is snug and comfortable, the first layer composed of a soft blue tunic which is edged with an ivory colored band around the collar and at the final edges of her garb, it is finished in a thin line of snow rabbit’s fur. The garment itself reaches to an inch below her ankles and opens with a slit for easier movement in battle or in everyday travel. The top of the tunic is wrapped across her chest and the middle of the garb is belted with a wide strip of white to accentuate her small waist. Underneath the tunic, she wears navy colored slacks that she tucks into ankle length boots, rabbit fur trimming the top of the comfortable, worn-in boots. In cold weather, Katara wears a thin, navy blue cloth underneath her tunic, composed of a strong, durable material, almost elastic, so it doesn’t allow her body heat to escape. Strange enough, the cloth breathes and doesn’t stifle her movements, woven by Gran-Gran when she turned 13. Traditionally, she wears her thick, bulky, periwinkle colored parka in times of extreme cold, lined in thick seal fur around the hood, the waist, and the edges of the bottom and sleeves. A feather from the now-extinct albatross are tied to adorn the right and left arm. The parka is often accompanied by coal colored mittens.
Finally, she wears her mother’s necklace that is a lovely midnight-blue colored choker and has a smooth stone etched with the Water Tribe’s symbol over the surface. It was a gift from a former suitor of Gran-Gran and then was passed down to her mother, then in turn, passed down to Katara.
Weapons: Water bending is Katara’s one and only weapon, and is a skilled adversary in combat. Mastery of the element was completed when she finally trained with Master Pakku.
Personality:
Katara holds a personality wavering in between a mother and a child since the time of her own mother’s death. From the lack of any maternal caring for either her or her brother, she took the role of caring for her family and others, but struggles inside herself on how to release her own inner child. She is benevolent and kind towards even strangers, and has maternal instincts that guide her to protect her older brother and Aang. She follows her gut feelings rather than scientific fact; this decides on whether she could trust a person quickly or vice versa. Children enjoy the young waterbender’s company since she creates a calm and safe environment in times of need or strife. Katara is very responsible and easy to depend on for a shoulder to lean on, perfect traits for a future mother. To the children in the Southern Water Tribe, Katara was considered the best story teller around, but in fact, she recited more of a history of the world than fables such as the Avatar or the original benders.
Her sense of justice will cause her to stand up against a greater force, even if it isn’t her place to do so. Betraying Katara’s trust is extremely difficult to gain back, if a person ever does, but she does allow second chances for a select few. She keeps her anger bottled up for a period of time, letting it bubble over and push her over the edge till some unfortunate soul makes her snap. She takes the misplaced anger out at them, screaming at them for whatever reason, and then quickly simmers down, regretting her childish temper. Lying barely comes easy for Katara along with a mischief or even a sense of playfulness. Her emotions are easily read by even the most unskilled observer to her chagrin. Like water, her emotions shift with each situation and person quite fluidly; Katara tends to find it difficult to stay a certain mood throughout the day.
Background:
Born and raised in the Southern Water tribe, she was brought up by a loving family and an even more loving village. Hakoda was elected as the Chief of the tribe and taught younger tribesmen on how to function as proper Water tribe warriors with varying skills from the spear to the sword. Instead of having separate families scattered across the surface of the icy tundra, they formed one together, depending on each other and spending the days as a giant family. Her mother taught her how to speak and how to walk, spending most of their days together. She told stories of fables of spirits and legendary beasts on lands far from the shores of the Artic. While Sokka would be taught the art of the warrior, Katara’s relationship with her mother grew. Her mother introduced scrolls and books of these stories, showing that she was a well-traveled woman, but Katara didn’t think of questioning where this knowledge came from. To this day, the mystery of her mother’s books left her with a series of questions, all of which are unanswered.
The bright eyed child seemed to wobble after her mother everywhere she went, providing her with a second shadow throughout the day. As she grew older, she tended to shift away from children her own age, noting that they acted as if everything was a joke or a prank. She didn’t think that shoving snow down someone’s hood was funny. She tended to play ‘house’ or ‘school’ with other girls (since all boys were too busy playing warrior or some silly nonsense of the sort), but was considered “too bossy!” by some.
Katara and her older brother played and bickered, like any siblings would, till one fateful day, Sokka tossed a slimy, silver scaled fish, eyes wide with fear and lips puckering for air in it’s final gasping breathes, onto the lap of his younger sister as payback for making fun of his “warrior’s wolf tail” hairstyle earlier that day. Outraged, Katara raised her hand and out of the hole Sokka had fished the creature out from, water spouted from it and drenched her brother in the freezing waters. Everyone around her stopped and gazed upon the oblivious child, too busy giggling at her gaping brother. She could bend water? An action unheard of in the past two decades and now, this eight year old child was to be the only waterbender in the Southern Water tribe! Of course, it was decided amongst her parents and the elders that she was to be taught how to use this beautiful gift. But weeks passed and before any searching could ensue, the Fire Nation attacked.
The siege was brutal, fire spitting from the hands of the endless amount soldiers like the end of the world. That’s what Katara believed it was, the end of the world until her father shouted for the alarm, calling every man to take up their arms and battle. She squeezed her eyes shut; she could feel the heat lapping at her face as Sokka yanked on her hand, his voice distant as he commanded her to run. The moment she opened her eyes, she felt a twist of her heart as it forced itself into her throat, stomach acid burning into her lungs. Her mother, vivid blue eyes now fading into a dull gray color like the sky, was thrown into the snow with a thump, gaping wound in her back sizzling, sending steams of heat into the hair as the Fire Nation soldier stared at her with disgust. The shooting pain was so immense, she let out a shriek and dropped Sokka’s sweaty hand, and covered the sides of her head as she stared at her dead mother as her eyes finally glazed over. She could feel her heart pound rapidly in her throat against the necklace that her mother had given her a few days after of finding out she was gifted with the ability to bend water. Her brother bounded toward the soldier, screaming profanities with his fists raised in the air, but the nine year old was no match for trained soldier and was quickly shoved aside as the he marched away to rejoin his troops. Hakoda managed to kill the murderer and fight off the rest of the Fire Nation regime, but the final results were grim.
Half the village was destroyed, including its inhabitants: man, woman, and child. Hakoda was set on rebuilding the village to it’s former glory, but the attempt wasn’t realistic. The shift in Katara’s personality began here, while her father sought to help other familes, she helped her brother and her father in any way she could, even if that would mean delaying being properly taught to waterbend. Cooking, cleaning, managing the house, taking care of the toddlers around the village along with Gran-Gran, settling little spats and fights between them with a gentle word. All of these motherly abilities seemed to come naturally with some help from neighboring mothers and grandmothers on what to do if she needed it. Two years went by, and the village seemed to be restored as best as it could, and Hakoda decided on searching the continent for a teacher. Or at least, one other person who could waterbend. Two more years passed, and the pressure of the Fire Nation on the Southern Water tribe grew. Katara understood what would happen and confronted her father about it on the eve of his announcement of the warrior’s departure. He admitted to leaving and realizing that the responsibility of Sokka and herself would grow even more than before, but asked them to stay strong, promising his return.
Two more years drudged by, and all hope seemed lost. Pressure was placed on her to become something Katara wasn’t ready for at the time: an adult. She was barely a teenager and playing “mother” to the children of the tribe seemed like a duty more than a job she elected to do for that first year. It seemed that all the problems the Firebenders had left worsened with the passage of time and now, this child was left to repair their damage. Her father...! He should have known better than to have left; they needed him! It was as if Sokka and herself were orphans, left in the artic snow with nothing but a ticking clock. Those soldiers would return someday, but she couldn’t be sure. They were as unpredictable as the element they harnessed, but she couldn’t risk it. All she would have to do is just patiently wait for her father and the rest of the Waterbenders to return; she could survive. She had to, not just for herself, but for the tribe— her family.
A few months passed, and she, along with her brother, discovered a boy with strange markings imprisoned in ice...
Sample RP:
The young girl sat near the campfire, listening to the crackling of the flame as it danced toward the clear night sky, arms wrapped around her legs and tucked in close. She couldn’t help but wonder how she came here, how her life so drastically changed from scavenging for fish and finding ways to keep warm to helping the Avatar. Snapping back from her thoughts, the fire whipped out and snapped into the air, making Katara lurch backwards uncomfortably, face hot from the heat. She scooted backwards and glanced at her sleeping companions: Sokka, mouth wide open, drooling had shifted and turned over mumbling something incoherent about meat or something, and Aang silently sleeping on his back. Appa and Momo nestled together near them, underneath the canopy of pine trees in an attempt hide the sleeping, fuzzy giant from any unwanted eyes from the sky. It had been days since they had eaten a true meal and it had been showing— well more than usual. Sokka had began to complain about the lack of meat and the increase in berries, saying that he wasn’t, nor would he ever be, a squirrel. A few days after, Aang had looked rather thin, cheekbones poking out of his normally round face and then stayed silent. So, the plan was, that they let Appa rest, while they search for a nearby Earth Kingdom town where they find a way to get money or barter off items. Nervously, her fingers found the cool stone that hung from her neck on a silk ribbon and then gave a sigh. Sokka and Aang wouldn’t ever ask her to give her mother’s necklace away, but the time would come when they would run out of food all together and....
She shook her head. There were always other options! Maybe she could volunteer themselves to help out a wealthy old Earth Kingdom woman! Sure, that could always work, she could cook practically anything, Sokka could bring in groceries, or whatever he was good for besides swinging around his sword, and Aang could help! Perfect, she smiled as she slowly leaned backwards onto the hard dirt of the forest. Sokka grumbled something again about food and... something about eating Momo, who’s ears perked up and let out a purr of a protest. She’d need rest of course, but when dawn came, that’s where the real work would begin.