Post by mulaqi on May 25, 2007 19:39:01 GMT -5
Name: Sokka
Age: 15
Nation: Southern Water Tribe
Bender?: No
Physical Appearance: Sokka’s body is somewhat typical of a teenage boy in that it’s obvious he’s still in the middle of growing. As such, he’s somewhat lanky, not from a lack of athleticism but simply because his muscles don’t seem to have had the time to catch up to his height. So, while his shoulders aren’t broad and his limbs seem somewhat thin, he does have a light layer of sinewy, stretched out muscle. Sokka’s face is somewhat long and oval shaped, and generally adorned with some animated expression of his current mood. His skin is dark and his eyes blue like all Water Tribe Natives, and possesses dark brown hair that borders on black. His hairstyle is somewhat unique, keeping all but a thick strip down the middle of his head shaven down to stubble almost like a Mohawk, but then keeps that strip long enough to pull back into a short ponytail (although he calls it a “warrior’s wolf tail”).
Clothing/Armor: Sokka is normally seen in a sleeveless, sky blue, cloth tunic with white hemming on the collar and front edges. It is held around his waist by a white cloth belt, and extends midway down his thighs. There, it is slit at the sides so that it covers his front and back while leaving the sides of his legs open. This is possibly so he can more easily access his machete and knife, sheathed in sandy brown leather sheaths on the sides of his left and right thighs, respectively. They are strapped around his dark blue cloth pants with a single leather strap at the top of the sheath, and his machete is also strapped to his left boot, made out of a much darker brown leather that the sheaths. Covering the front of the boots are a pair of tan guards made out of hardened leather that cover the shin and the top of his foot. They are held in place by rope around the top of the boot, just below his knees, and just above his ankles.
He has white cloth wraps around his forearms, and fingerless leather gloves the same color as his pants on his hands. Around his neck is a white bone clasp. The pieces of the clasp are rectangular in shape and carved smoothly so it doesn’t itch or bother him. In cold weather, he wears a thick fur parka. Like his tunic, it is primarily sky blue, with white fur hemming around the hood, collar, and edges of the sleeves. It also has a white fur tassle hanging down off the collar in the front and a decorative patch of white fur on each shoulder. In these situations, he also has a pair of dark blue mittens lined with fur to wear over his hands. Lastly, underneath his pants, he wears a simple white loincloth.
Weapons: Sokka seems to like having an array of weapons at his disposal. His most unique one is his steel boomerang, ever present in its custom brown leather sheath strapped to his back. The position for it isn’t because it is heavy, it’s easily wielded with one hand, but because from there he can quickly draw it and whip it at a target with precision. As it was a gift from his father, he tends to think of this weapon as his most precious belonging. Other than his boomerang, his most relied on weapon is a bone ball-headed club. The club consists of a curved, flat length of bone that serves as the shaft painted powder blue on the outside while left white on the inside, and a dense ball of bone inside the curve at the end of the shaft that grants it improved striking power. The ball is also painted powder blue, and a long band of brown leather has been wrapped around the bottom of the weapon to improve its grip.
Third among his weapons is his steel machete, a simple, somewhat triangular shaped weapon that starts of thin in width at the grip (also wrapped with leather) and grows wider up the blade. The end is flat, as this is a weapon meant for hacking and cutting rather than stabbing, but the end also features a small indentation on the blunt edge that creates a small hook on the end. On occasion, Sokka will wield the machete in one hand and his club in the other, but he normally uses them separately. He also carries a bone knife, carved out of the jawbone of some small animal, evident by the teeth that were left on the dull edge and its strangely curved shape. The knife also features a leather grip. Aside from these, Sokka has been known to use traditional bone spears, but he normally does not have one with him.
Personality: Sokka is extremely intelligent for his age, a thinker of an almost prodigal level for a boy of merely fifteen. He learns fast, and is an excellent problem solver, frequently coming up with creative ways out of a sticky situation. However, like many of this breed, this has had some possibly negative consequences on his personality. He is skeptical and somewhat untrusting, both of people and of superstitions, and a sarcastic smart ass to boot. He also carries a very public sense of pride, both in himself and what he seems to view as his place as a man.
Sadly, this often leads to a very poor first impression with most people that can lead in conflict of some kind. To those who he warms up to, however, these traits can become somewhat endearing, along with his sense of humor. A lover of puns and bad jokes in general, his goofy attitude towards his friends can be a good pick-me-up even in adverse situations. Following in this trend, he tends to be extremely animated in expressing himself, with exaggerated tones and facial expressions often accompanied by hand gestures and other movements. Its possible that this livewire trait might be due to his mind constantly going at top speed, but it could just as easily be written off as simple youthful energy.
Sokka also possesses an admirable sense of determination and courage, both in battle and out of it. Despite being almost completely self trained and having no bending abilities, he will stand against overwhelming odds with the best of them and will never fail to stand when he’s been knocked down. He used to posses a small sexist streak, although that was seemingly pushed aside after meeting and being beaten (twice) by said Kyoshi Warrior. In its place, however, is a protective attitude towards those close to him, borne out of what he views as a personal failure to “protect” the late Princess Yue during the siege of the North Pole. Although he most assuredly has inner demons about this and other tragic incidents in his life, he doesn’t seem to show the desire to open up to anyone about them. This is possibly due to him not thinking it “manly” to speak about things like this, but as he has never spoken on it, it’s unclear.
It should also be mentioned Sokka is an avid carnivore, a lover of all things meat that fill his rather large apatite. He has never met a vegetarian, but if he did, his love for meat is so great that it is conceivable he would challenge them to a duel right then and there. Aside from vegetarians, however, he has quite a hatred for the Fire Nation and firebending in general because of his history with them.
Background: Born in a small Southern Water Tribe village in the South Pole, Sokka’s life was at first peaceful and content. Together with his father, Hakoda, his sister, Katara, his mother and his grandmother, affectionetally referred to as “Gran Gran,” he lived safely and happily. The Southern Water Tribe had stayed out of the war between the Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom, and Hakoda, who was also the leader of the southern tribe, at first decided that they were too small to confront the might of the Fire Nation. This fragile peace, however, would not last long.
The Fire Nation, feeling the need to eliminate any and all potential threats, launched a pre-emptive attack on the Southern Water Tribe. Hakoda managed to rally his people and eventually fend them off, but not without significant losses. Among the fallen was Sokka’s mother. With a newfound anger towards firebenders that was shared by his young son, Hakoda decided that the Southern Water Tribe needed to go on the offensive. Assembling what forces he could, Hakoda prepared to leave the South Pole and take the fight to the Fire Nation. Sokka, still just a small child, attempted to join him, but was stopped by his father. Giving him a steel boomerang as a parting gift, Hakoda told Sokka that he was entrusting him with the village, and that it was his duty to protect them as the oldest male left in the village.
Sokka took his fathers words very seriously, training himself as a warrior and constantly trying to think of new ways to protect the village. From building a small wall of snow and ice, complete with watchtowers, to forging his own weapons and hunting for food, Sokka did all he could to try and take care of his village. He even attempted to train the youngest boys of the village along with him, but that did not go so well. While his courage and determination were borne here, it is also what led to his sexist streak and contributed to his untrusting nature. It also led him to become very close to his sister, Katara. While they fought on occasion like normal siblings, he loved her anyway, and would always try to look out for her in whatever ways he could.
By fifteen, life was going pretty well. The village was safe, his skills were improving by the day, and everyone seemed happy. That all changed when he and his sister found Aang, the Avatar, frozen solid in a giant iceberg. Shortly afterward, his village was attacked, and he was in the first real battle of his life. He survived, and the village escaped unharmed, but let’s just say it could have gone better for Sokka. Somewhat humbled, and finally convinced that Aang was not only the Avatar, but a trustworthy ally, Sokka and his sister left the village with him to help in the battle against the Fire Nation. He’s seen many things on his trip: not just a flying bison, but flying people; a village of warrior women, one of whom personally beat most of his sexism out of him; giant spirits attacking villages, and less giant ones saving his life; a firebending master that defied tradition, and a waterbending one far too attached to it; and of course a princess that stole his heart.
The last one, sadly, ended in tragedy. When the late Admiral Zhao slayed the Moon Spirit in an effort to finalize his siege of the North Pole, Princess Yue offered her own life back to the it, as it had kindly given it to her when she was just a babe. Though she took her life of her own free will, Sokka saw it as his failure to protect her. Her father, after all, had entrusted him with her life, possibly because he was aware of the feelings the two shared for each other, and under his care she had died. Although he seems to have accepted her death somewhat, he still has regrets, and is reluctant to start another relationship. For now, he is focused on his original mission: to defeat Firelord Ozai, and save the world.
Sample RP:
A lone carrot sat in the snow, a spec of orange in a sea of white. It had been there for nearly an hour now, long enough to have to be heated up so it wouldn’t freeze, but not long enough for it to be moved. However, its short period of survival seemed to be coming to an end, as a white rabbit slowly made its way across the snow towards it, sniffing the ground and making the occasional hop as it went. Yes, a beautiful white rabbit, a big fuzzy ball of beautiful, heavenly meat.
“A little closer my precious dinner, just a little closer…”
The rabbit shot up onto its hind legs as the whisper broke the silence, its ears standing straight to detect any sound. For a moment, it seemed like it would go back to the carrot, but then fled the scene, leaving the carrot behind.
“Noooo!” cried Sokka melodramatically, leaping up from his hiding place in the snow. “Curse you and your big ears, fuzzy meat-ball! Curse yooooouuuuu!”
Unfortunately, he had lost track of where he was standing in his anguish, and accidentally set his left foot down right in front of the carrot. Like an eel snatching a fish, a wooden cage suddenly popped up from the ground beneath his foot, clamping down hard on his left leg. Letting out a high pitched yelp of pain, the lanky teenager hopped around for a good half-minute, trying in vain to shake off the trap that he himself had made. Apparently, he had been correct when he decided the spring mechanism would still function after a long time in the snow.
Unfortunately, it also seemed that he had left his knife back at the village, and would be unable to cut it off. Grumbling the whole way, he proceeded to trudge all the way back through the snow with the cage still latched to his leg. He had almost made it to his hut unnoticed when he felt a tug on his coat. Looking down, he saw a little face staring back at him, with something green running down its nose.
“Did you get caught in your trap again, Sokka?” asked the little boy innocently.
“No, I was attacked by a race of evil cages and decided to bring one back for questioning,” Sokka drawled, sparing the child no sarcasm. “Don’t you need to pee somewhere?”
The boy nodded vigorously, and only then did Sokka notice that the snow he was standing in was stained yellow. Defeated, Sokka sighed and walked the rest of the way back to his igloo. It could be worse, he decided. After all, he still had his cool little pony-tail. Flicking it to make sure that it hadn’t fallen off, he sighed again, picked up his knife, and began trying to remove the cage from his leg.
Age: 15
Nation: Southern Water Tribe
Bender?: No
Physical Appearance: Sokka’s body is somewhat typical of a teenage boy in that it’s obvious he’s still in the middle of growing. As such, he’s somewhat lanky, not from a lack of athleticism but simply because his muscles don’t seem to have had the time to catch up to his height. So, while his shoulders aren’t broad and his limbs seem somewhat thin, he does have a light layer of sinewy, stretched out muscle. Sokka’s face is somewhat long and oval shaped, and generally adorned with some animated expression of his current mood. His skin is dark and his eyes blue like all Water Tribe Natives, and possesses dark brown hair that borders on black. His hairstyle is somewhat unique, keeping all but a thick strip down the middle of his head shaven down to stubble almost like a Mohawk, but then keeps that strip long enough to pull back into a short ponytail (although he calls it a “warrior’s wolf tail”).
Clothing/Armor: Sokka is normally seen in a sleeveless, sky blue, cloth tunic with white hemming on the collar and front edges. It is held around his waist by a white cloth belt, and extends midway down his thighs. There, it is slit at the sides so that it covers his front and back while leaving the sides of his legs open. This is possibly so he can more easily access his machete and knife, sheathed in sandy brown leather sheaths on the sides of his left and right thighs, respectively. They are strapped around his dark blue cloth pants with a single leather strap at the top of the sheath, and his machete is also strapped to his left boot, made out of a much darker brown leather that the sheaths. Covering the front of the boots are a pair of tan guards made out of hardened leather that cover the shin and the top of his foot. They are held in place by rope around the top of the boot, just below his knees, and just above his ankles.
He has white cloth wraps around his forearms, and fingerless leather gloves the same color as his pants on his hands. Around his neck is a white bone clasp. The pieces of the clasp are rectangular in shape and carved smoothly so it doesn’t itch or bother him. In cold weather, he wears a thick fur parka. Like his tunic, it is primarily sky blue, with white fur hemming around the hood, collar, and edges of the sleeves. It also has a white fur tassle hanging down off the collar in the front and a decorative patch of white fur on each shoulder. In these situations, he also has a pair of dark blue mittens lined with fur to wear over his hands. Lastly, underneath his pants, he wears a simple white loincloth.
Weapons: Sokka seems to like having an array of weapons at his disposal. His most unique one is his steel boomerang, ever present in its custom brown leather sheath strapped to his back. The position for it isn’t because it is heavy, it’s easily wielded with one hand, but because from there he can quickly draw it and whip it at a target with precision. As it was a gift from his father, he tends to think of this weapon as his most precious belonging. Other than his boomerang, his most relied on weapon is a bone ball-headed club. The club consists of a curved, flat length of bone that serves as the shaft painted powder blue on the outside while left white on the inside, and a dense ball of bone inside the curve at the end of the shaft that grants it improved striking power. The ball is also painted powder blue, and a long band of brown leather has been wrapped around the bottom of the weapon to improve its grip.
Third among his weapons is his steel machete, a simple, somewhat triangular shaped weapon that starts of thin in width at the grip (also wrapped with leather) and grows wider up the blade. The end is flat, as this is a weapon meant for hacking and cutting rather than stabbing, but the end also features a small indentation on the blunt edge that creates a small hook on the end. On occasion, Sokka will wield the machete in one hand and his club in the other, but he normally uses them separately. He also carries a bone knife, carved out of the jawbone of some small animal, evident by the teeth that were left on the dull edge and its strangely curved shape. The knife also features a leather grip. Aside from these, Sokka has been known to use traditional bone spears, but he normally does not have one with him.
Personality: Sokka is extremely intelligent for his age, a thinker of an almost prodigal level for a boy of merely fifteen. He learns fast, and is an excellent problem solver, frequently coming up with creative ways out of a sticky situation. However, like many of this breed, this has had some possibly negative consequences on his personality. He is skeptical and somewhat untrusting, both of people and of superstitions, and a sarcastic smart ass to boot. He also carries a very public sense of pride, both in himself and what he seems to view as his place as a man.
Sadly, this often leads to a very poor first impression with most people that can lead in conflict of some kind. To those who he warms up to, however, these traits can become somewhat endearing, along with his sense of humor. A lover of puns and bad jokes in general, his goofy attitude towards his friends can be a good pick-me-up even in adverse situations. Following in this trend, he tends to be extremely animated in expressing himself, with exaggerated tones and facial expressions often accompanied by hand gestures and other movements. Its possible that this livewire trait might be due to his mind constantly going at top speed, but it could just as easily be written off as simple youthful energy.
Sokka also possesses an admirable sense of determination and courage, both in battle and out of it. Despite being almost completely self trained and having no bending abilities, he will stand against overwhelming odds with the best of them and will never fail to stand when he’s been knocked down. He used to posses a small sexist streak, although that was seemingly pushed aside after meeting and being beaten (twice) by said Kyoshi Warrior. In its place, however, is a protective attitude towards those close to him, borne out of what he views as a personal failure to “protect” the late Princess Yue during the siege of the North Pole. Although he most assuredly has inner demons about this and other tragic incidents in his life, he doesn’t seem to show the desire to open up to anyone about them. This is possibly due to him not thinking it “manly” to speak about things like this, but as he has never spoken on it, it’s unclear.
It should also be mentioned Sokka is an avid carnivore, a lover of all things meat that fill his rather large apatite. He has never met a vegetarian, but if he did, his love for meat is so great that it is conceivable he would challenge them to a duel right then and there. Aside from vegetarians, however, he has quite a hatred for the Fire Nation and firebending in general because of his history with them.
Background: Born in a small Southern Water Tribe village in the South Pole, Sokka’s life was at first peaceful and content. Together with his father, Hakoda, his sister, Katara, his mother and his grandmother, affectionetally referred to as “Gran Gran,” he lived safely and happily. The Southern Water Tribe had stayed out of the war between the Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom, and Hakoda, who was also the leader of the southern tribe, at first decided that they were too small to confront the might of the Fire Nation. This fragile peace, however, would not last long.
The Fire Nation, feeling the need to eliminate any and all potential threats, launched a pre-emptive attack on the Southern Water Tribe. Hakoda managed to rally his people and eventually fend them off, but not without significant losses. Among the fallen was Sokka’s mother. With a newfound anger towards firebenders that was shared by his young son, Hakoda decided that the Southern Water Tribe needed to go on the offensive. Assembling what forces he could, Hakoda prepared to leave the South Pole and take the fight to the Fire Nation. Sokka, still just a small child, attempted to join him, but was stopped by his father. Giving him a steel boomerang as a parting gift, Hakoda told Sokka that he was entrusting him with the village, and that it was his duty to protect them as the oldest male left in the village.
Sokka took his fathers words very seriously, training himself as a warrior and constantly trying to think of new ways to protect the village. From building a small wall of snow and ice, complete with watchtowers, to forging his own weapons and hunting for food, Sokka did all he could to try and take care of his village. He even attempted to train the youngest boys of the village along with him, but that did not go so well. While his courage and determination were borne here, it is also what led to his sexist streak and contributed to his untrusting nature. It also led him to become very close to his sister, Katara. While they fought on occasion like normal siblings, he loved her anyway, and would always try to look out for her in whatever ways he could.
By fifteen, life was going pretty well. The village was safe, his skills were improving by the day, and everyone seemed happy. That all changed when he and his sister found Aang, the Avatar, frozen solid in a giant iceberg. Shortly afterward, his village was attacked, and he was in the first real battle of his life. He survived, and the village escaped unharmed, but let’s just say it could have gone better for Sokka. Somewhat humbled, and finally convinced that Aang was not only the Avatar, but a trustworthy ally, Sokka and his sister left the village with him to help in the battle against the Fire Nation. He’s seen many things on his trip: not just a flying bison, but flying people; a village of warrior women, one of whom personally beat most of his sexism out of him; giant spirits attacking villages, and less giant ones saving his life; a firebending master that defied tradition, and a waterbending one far too attached to it; and of course a princess that stole his heart.
The last one, sadly, ended in tragedy. When the late Admiral Zhao slayed the Moon Spirit in an effort to finalize his siege of the North Pole, Princess Yue offered her own life back to the it, as it had kindly given it to her when she was just a babe. Though she took her life of her own free will, Sokka saw it as his failure to protect her. Her father, after all, had entrusted him with her life, possibly because he was aware of the feelings the two shared for each other, and under his care she had died. Although he seems to have accepted her death somewhat, he still has regrets, and is reluctant to start another relationship. For now, he is focused on his original mission: to defeat Firelord Ozai, and save the world.
Sample RP:
A lone carrot sat in the snow, a spec of orange in a sea of white. It had been there for nearly an hour now, long enough to have to be heated up so it wouldn’t freeze, but not long enough for it to be moved. However, its short period of survival seemed to be coming to an end, as a white rabbit slowly made its way across the snow towards it, sniffing the ground and making the occasional hop as it went. Yes, a beautiful white rabbit, a big fuzzy ball of beautiful, heavenly meat.
“A little closer my precious dinner, just a little closer…”
The rabbit shot up onto its hind legs as the whisper broke the silence, its ears standing straight to detect any sound. For a moment, it seemed like it would go back to the carrot, but then fled the scene, leaving the carrot behind.
“Noooo!” cried Sokka melodramatically, leaping up from his hiding place in the snow. “Curse you and your big ears, fuzzy meat-ball! Curse yooooouuuuu!”
Unfortunately, he had lost track of where he was standing in his anguish, and accidentally set his left foot down right in front of the carrot. Like an eel snatching a fish, a wooden cage suddenly popped up from the ground beneath his foot, clamping down hard on his left leg. Letting out a high pitched yelp of pain, the lanky teenager hopped around for a good half-minute, trying in vain to shake off the trap that he himself had made. Apparently, he had been correct when he decided the spring mechanism would still function after a long time in the snow.
Unfortunately, it also seemed that he had left his knife back at the village, and would be unable to cut it off. Grumbling the whole way, he proceeded to trudge all the way back through the snow with the cage still latched to his leg. He had almost made it to his hut unnoticed when he felt a tug on his coat. Looking down, he saw a little face staring back at him, with something green running down its nose.
“Did you get caught in your trap again, Sokka?” asked the little boy innocently.
“No, I was attacked by a race of evil cages and decided to bring one back for questioning,” Sokka drawled, sparing the child no sarcasm. “Don’t you need to pee somewhere?”
The boy nodded vigorously, and only then did Sokka notice that the snow he was standing in was stained yellow. Defeated, Sokka sighed and walked the rest of the way back to his igloo. It could be worse, he decided. After all, he still had his cool little pony-tail. Flicking it to make sure that it hadn’t fallen off, he sighed again, picked up his knife, and began trying to remove the cage from his leg.