Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2009 0:01:08 GMT -6
Name: Hyouden Shimobashira
Age: 27
Appearance: Hyouden is a towering man, standing six feet ten inches tall barefoot. Hair of Onyx black with edges of a harsh white coming in streaks and edgings at the root, like the winter frosts Usually spiked back and held in place by thin layers of ice that he has bent into his hair, and spends a small amount of thought to keep it that way. Its shimmering in the sunlight makes it look almost unreal. His eyes are strong, and of a piercing sapphire color. While the body he was born into is chiseled into that of a muscular beast, he can still hold himself in a way that does not impose to greatly on those around him. This however is mostly done by the traveling cloak he wears over himself when not engaged in any sort of serious activity.Extending from above his right eye and crossing down over it onto his cheek runs a long, and rather clean scar, made by a sword. On his back however rests a much different item of interest, while his bending is quite strong, so is his physical prowess. So much so in fact that he has taken to the use of an unwieldy great hammer as a weapon. Underneath all of this are simple traveling cloths, make of leathers and furs of northern beasts.
History:
Born into the Northern Water Tribe one would normally be envious of one Hyouden Shimobashira. Only son born to Asehi, and Boukuo Shimobashira, an accomplished healer, and an accomplished master water bender. It was only natural that their son too would inherit this trait, and so he did.
For the better part of his childhood the boy would live happily, with father and mother, both teaching him different aspects of the water bending art. He learned quickly to respect the moon and to know its phases and the heightened abilities that a full moon could give. Allowing ones bending ability to grow beyond what is normally capable.
From his father Boukuo, he learned to manipulate water and ice, to cover areas in blankets of fog, and many other basic and advanced abilities. These were happy times, and though it took time he would eventually gain a mastery over many skills.
From his mother he would learn the softer side of bending, traditionally taught to females, healing, it did not come as easily to him, but he did his best, with time he became capable of bringing closure to wounds, soothing burns and fading bruises.
As time passed and his mastery grew, so did he, at fourteen he was the size of any full grown man in the tribe, and he ate like it too, he was a happy boy, and charisma came natural to him. After all he was a nice looking fellow, and it wouldn't be long before he found a love. Her name was Toushou a natural beauty, and like his mother a skilled healer, as he would train so would she, though less by choice and more by necessity as his more than bizarre displays of attempted skill tended to cause him pain and her anguish at what she should do with him. But they were happy for two loving years.
Sixteen now, and even taller than before, he was ready to marry, and his girl, now a fine young woman, had accepted him, and wore the betrothal necklace that he took much time and care to make. But though this seemed like one of the happiest times of his life, it didn't last.
The wedding was to be held on an ice burg, this was bent with the help of friends and family to have the upwards appearance of a small house, with a yard. It was large enough to handle the people who would be on it as it floated out, and several boats were kept on it so that the wedding guests would be able to leave afterward. Giving the soon to be new family, time alone.
He planned much for this time as he wanted that burg to float out for into the northern seas. Bad luck would have it that the Icy paradise he was hoping to spend the next wee or so on drifted away from his planned area, as he had not accounted for oceanic currents. These currents brought them all close to danger and eventually directly into the vicinity of a Firenation patrol.
An attack claimed much that night, his parents, many of his friends and even his beloved. This tore him apart, as he bore witness to her body burned asunder. It was a new moon that night, and he blamed himself. If he had more power he could have done something. Losing himself he rushed onward into the fight, eventually the attack would be pushed off and the Firenation forced to retreat, their one ship not enough to handle the water benders surrounded by their element, but not until after he was badly injured. Burned across much of his body and unable to see in his right eye due to the blood pouring from a fresh wound on his face.
When he wold next awake almost a full moon cycle later he was in a bed alone, stiff and feeling if he had only the night before been struck down by the Firenation soldier who carried a sword heated with fire. At first much of it was surreal and unnatural but as it all sunk back in he sobbed with tears of agony and pain, and howled with the cries of a badly wounded beast. Clutching in his hand a carved pendant that was cracked and charred in places.
As the tears stopped and the physical pain subsided he was left with no one. He pushed away the friends he had once cherished and left the north. A journey, one that so far has taken him eleven long years. During this journey many things had happened ad he had near perfected his own new style of waterbending. One that was all his own, one that took bits and pieces of all he had learned.
The journey had not been all peaceful and he had been in many fights, taking down many firebending soldiers of a nation he wished removed from the very face of the world. Bandits and raiders, also were things he met and quashed beneath him. Much of his travels were through the earth kingdom, as though he wished to fight the Firenation he had much to do before attempting that fight, though that notion didn't stop him at the rough age of 23 from riding a young elephant Koi and with a combination of bending and brute force use it as a vassal into a port controlled by a Firenation colony, a failed attack it was however and he was imprisoned and forced to work in a mine up on the mountainside. He was forced to live in slave like conditions and his strength was abused as was he as he was forced to work many hours until he little else but collapsed onto the ore he was being forced to excavate.
He found his chance to escape however as the mine eventually tapped into an underground water source, and an instantaneous position of power for himself. It was not long after the water began to seep from the ground, did he become covered in layers of plated ice like a frosty armor. This shell of frost became his ward against the firebenders jets of heat. He did not concentrate on attack though he did indeed rain spear length shards of ice from the sky as he burst from the entrance of the mine followed by much water. As he escaped into the world once more he refitted himself with cloths made from furs traded from the north. Well that's what he would have liked to have done, the simple truth however was he had acquired the furs from pirates who raided northern seas.
It was also from pirates that he acquired something amazing, it was a great hammer, made of metal of great quality, its weight was something immense and took two people to painstakingly carry. It had once been attached to a Firenation war machine, but now after some tooling was its own hulking weapon. It took time but its weight became something natural for him to carry.
In the jungle/swamp he learned quite by accident that water could be bent right from moist air, and from the very plant life around him. This made him extraordinarily happy. As he figured this out his mind began to turn and the opposite also became true, as he learned that one could disperse water out into the air. This became one of his favorite techniques. Stepping things up a notch, making the air humid and heavy with water vapor as he fights using different methods. Once he can feel enough water in the air he confidently changes tactics. Using the now unseen water for a number of unseen attacks.
As he as continues his life it has been noted that his once black hair has begun to fade and come in with a dusting of Grey and harsh white at its roots. The stress and hurt that never left him, and has since twisted him most likely the cause of this. Other thoughts are that he may just be destroying the hair follicles through the freezing method he uses to style it.
Personality:
Cocky, its a word that describes a lot of people in the world. Hyouden is one of them, its a subtle cocky, and he is ready and able to back up just about anything he says. Besides the scar on his face there are some rather deep scars that run through his very mind. Causing him to be at best just a little unstable sometimes. When pushed into a true rage it can be neigh impossible to cool him off, only the healing powers of time itself are capable of settling him down. He doesn't like firebenders.... AT ALL, for one to gain his trust would take simply an act of a miracle. The Avatar holds a small portion of resentment in his mind, his disappearance 100 years prior and Hyouden's being raised on stories of how one day he would return to set things right. After a traumatizing event, the hope this thought brought to him turned to resentment of a hero that never came.
Age: 27
Appearance: Hyouden is a towering man, standing six feet ten inches tall barefoot. Hair of Onyx black with edges of a harsh white coming in streaks and edgings at the root, like the winter frosts Usually spiked back and held in place by thin layers of ice that he has bent into his hair, and spends a small amount of thought to keep it that way. Its shimmering in the sunlight makes it look almost unreal. His eyes are strong, and of a piercing sapphire color. While the body he was born into is chiseled into that of a muscular beast, he can still hold himself in a way that does not impose to greatly on those around him. This however is mostly done by the traveling cloak he wears over himself when not engaged in any sort of serious activity.Extending from above his right eye and crossing down over it onto his cheek runs a long, and rather clean scar, made by a sword. On his back however rests a much different item of interest, while his bending is quite strong, so is his physical prowess. So much so in fact that he has taken to the use of an unwieldy great hammer as a weapon. Underneath all of this are simple traveling cloths, make of leathers and furs of northern beasts.
History:
Born into the Northern Water Tribe one would normally be envious of one Hyouden Shimobashira. Only son born to Asehi, and Boukuo Shimobashira, an accomplished healer, and an accomplished master water bender. It was only natural that their son too would inherit this trait, and so he did.
For the better part of his childhood the boy would live happily, with father and mother, both teaching him different aspects of the water bending art. He learned quickly to respect the moon and to know its phases and the heightened abilities that a full moon could give. Allowing ones bending ability to grow beyond what is normally capable.
From his father Boukuo, he learned to manipulate water and ice, to cover areas in blankets of fog, and many other basic and advanced abilities. These were happy times, and though it took time he would eventually gain a mastery over many skills.
From his mother he would learn the softer side of bending, traditionally taught to females, healing, it did not come as easily to him, but he did his best, with time he became capable of bringing closure to wounds, soothing burns and fading bruises.
As time passed and his mastery grew, so did he, at fourteen he was the size of any full grown man in the tribe, and he ate like it too, he was a happy boy, and charisma came natural to him. After all he was a nice looking fellow, and it wouldn't be long before he found a love. Her name was Toushou a natural beauty, and like his mother a skilled healer, as he would train so would she, though less by choice and more by necessity as his more than bizarre displays of attempted skill tended to cause him pain and her anguish at what she should do with him. But they were happy for two loving years.
Sixteen now, and even taller than before, he was ready to marry, and his girl, now a fine young woman, had accepted him, and wore the betrothal necklace that he took much time and care to make. But though this seemed like one of the happiest times of his life, it didn't last.
The wedding was to be held on an ice burg, this was bent with the help of friends and family to have the upwards appearance of a small house, with a yard. It was large enough to handle the people who would be on it as it floated out, and several boats were kept on it so that the wedding guests would be able to leave afterward. Giving the soon to be new family, time alone.
He planned much for this time as he wanted that burg to float out for into the northern seas. Bad luck would have it that the Icy paradise he was hoping to spend the next wee or so on drifted away from his planned area, as he had not accounted for oceanic currents. These currents brought them all close to danger and eventually directly into the vicinity of a Firenation patrol.
An attack claimed much that night, his parents, many of his friends and even his beloved. This tore him apart, as he bore witness to her body burned asunder. It was a new moon that night, and he blamed himself. If he had more power he could have done something. Losing himself he rushed onward into the fight, eventually the attack would be pushed off and the Firenation forced to retreat, their one ship not enough to handle the water benders surrounded by their element, but not until after he was badly injured. Burned across much of his body and unable to see in his right eye due to the blood pouring from a fresh wound on his face.
When he wold next awake almost a full moon cycle later he was in a bed alone, stiff and feeling if he had only the night before been struck down by the Firenation soldier who carried a sword heated with fire. At first much of it was surreal and unnatural but as it all sunk back in he sobbed with tears of agony and pain, and howled with the cries of a badly wounded beast. Clutching in his hand a carved pendant that was cracked and charred in places.
As the tears stopped and the physical pain subsided he was left with no one. He pushed away the friends he had once cherished and left the north. A journey, one that so far has taken him eleven long years. During this journey many things had happened ad he had near perfected his own new style of waterbending. One that was all his own, one that took bits and pieces of all he had learned.
The journey had not been all peaceful and he had been in many fights, taking down many firebending soldiers of a nation he wished removed from the very face of the world. Bandits and raiders, also were things he met and quashed beneath him. Much of his travels were through the earth kingdom, as though he wished to fight the Firenation he had much to do before attempting that fight, though that notion didn't stop him at the rough age of 23 from riding a young elephant Koi and with a combination of bending and brute force use it as a vassal into a port controlled by a Firenation colony, a failed attack it was however and he was imprisoned and forced to work in a mine up on the mountainside. He was forced to live in slave like conditions and his strength was abused as was he as he was forced to work many hours until he little else but collapsed onto the ore he was being forced to excavate.
He found his chance to escape however as the mine eventually tapped into an underground water source, and an instantaneous position of power for himself. It was not long after the water began to seep from the ground, did he become covered in layers of plated ice like a frosty armor. This shell of frost became his ward against the firebenders jets of heat. He did not concentrate on attack though he did indeed rain spear length shards of ice from the sky as he burst from the entrance of the mine followed by much water. As he escaped into the world once more he refitted himself with cloths made from furs traded from the north. Well that's what he would have liked to have done, the simple truth however was he had acquired the furs from pirates who raided northern seas.
It was also from pirates that he acquired something amazing, it was a great hammer, made of metal of great quality, its weight was something immense and took two people to painstakingly carry. It had once been attached to a Firenation war machine, but now after some tooling was its own hulking weapon. It took time but its weight became something natural for him to carry.
In the jungle/swamp he learned quite by accident that water could be bent right from moist air, and from the very plant life around him. This made him extraordinarily happy. As he figured this out his mind began to turn and the opposite also became true, as he learned that one could disperse water out into the air. This became one of his favorite techniques. Stepping things up a notch, making the air humid and heavy with water vapor as he fights using different methods. Once he can feel enough water in the air he confidently changes tactics. Using the now unseen water for a number of unseen attacks.
As he as continues his life it has been noted that his once black hair has begun to fade and come in with a dusting of Grey and harsh white at its roots. The stress and hurt that never left him, and has since twisted him most likely the cause of this. Other thoughts are that he may just be destroying the hair follicles through the freezing method he uses to style it.
Personality:
Cocky, its a word that describes a lot of people in the world. Hyouden is one of them, its a subtle cocky, and he is ready and able to back up just about anything he says. Besides the scar on his face there are some rather deep scars that run through his very mind. Causing him to be at best just a little unstable sometimes. When pushed into a true rage it can be neigh impossible to cool him off, only the healing powers of time itself are capable of settling him down. He doesn't like firebenders.... AT ALL, for one to gain his trust would take simply an act of a miracle. The Avatar holds a small portion of resentment in his mind, his disappearance 100 years prior and Hyouden's being raised on stories of how one day he would return to set things right. After a traumatizing event, the hope this thought brought to him turned to resentment of a hero that never came.