Li Angling is of medium height, standing around 5 foot 7 inches, or about 170 centimeters and of a lean athletic build. His weight resting around 152 pounds or 68 kilograms. As thin as he is, he is not light. Most of this weight being muscle mass. Lean muscles garnered from years of travel and combat mark his body. Admittedly the combat not being the most heroic in most opinions, leaving him lacking in scars save for a very long scar from a blade. Going from his left shoulder down around his forearm and through his palm. Right between the middle and ring fingers. The wound is not something he cares to speak about.

He isn't exactly handsome in the opposite sexes' opinion, more of pretty. A smooth rounded jaw, neither narrow nor wide, and a slightly wide mouth constantly set into a contented smile save for when situations imply otherwise, he has a slender nose with no real unsurprising features to it and almond shaped eyes that manage to give him an air of aristocracy in some eyes. Others believe it's hard to believe he prefers back breaking labor to walking about sticking his nose in the air over other people's heads. His hair is short, cleanly cropped to his head save for in the back, which holds a pony tail reaching down to just brushing the top of his shoulders. The only thing about him other then his attire that gives way to his NOT being of aristocracy would be his rough and calloused hands.

Li prefers to wear darker earthen clothing. Generally consisting of a short, baggy sleeved, coat tied in front with a small string inset beneath the coat. The coat is plain, two shades of green. A dark shade around the lapels, and an even darker shade, almost dark enough to be considered black at night, everywhere else. The coat has signs of wear around the hems, slightly ripped or thread bare in some areas. Beneath this he wears a common Earth Nation tunic. A dirty tan shirt closing in the front over his right breast and making it's way down from the leather latch in a line to a cinched leather belt at his waste with an iron buckle holding the calligraphy symbols for his Surname Ang, and Ling. From there the tunic tapers off as strips of cloth hanging around his legs. From there he wears a pair of forest green wide trousers that flare off near his feet and stop just above his ankles. For shoe wear he has soft padded leather boots. Perfect for his preferred occupation of living in the woods. Other then this he often wears a leather satchel slung over his shoulders, hanging from his back from a strap crossing over his chest. In the satchel he carries the usual supplies for travelers expecting long journeys. This satchel is normally worn under his coat. During winter or colder climates of the Earth Kingdom he prefers wearing a heavy dirty green hooded cloak. He also has been known to pull this cloak out in the rain due to it's water resistant properties.

A special aspect about his outfit would be the fact it has many hidden pockets for his preferred tools. Knives. Throwing blades in the sleeves, all hitched in places that with a simple twitch of a muscle he can drop them to hand and in a fluid motion let them fly. Also the belt he wears generally has at least two large belt knives clipped to it in small leather sheathes. Single edged, the blades are about two inches from spine to the real blade and about a foot long. Tapering at the end to a drastic point, a nasty slashing or stabbing weapon. His throwing Knives are simple double edged pieces of steel about half a foot long and made to be light and easily concealed. The tools of a murderer one might say.

Li was born in the South Eastern Earth Kingdom, on an island adjacent to the Island the Eastern Air Temple is found. He was born to a pair of wandering traders. Coming too and fro across the Earth Kingdom selling wares of all kinds. From pots and pans and thatch baskets to shields and armor and bows. Neither parent was blessed with the ability to bend and neither was Li. However, as innocent as this happy family seemed to the unwary eye, they had a secret. His father, named Tao Hi Angling, was of a line of Assassins. Tao Hi Angling actually had, at one point, told his son they where of a line of many years of assassins. Though Li has since decided that was a fabrication. Considering the only other assassins he had heard of in his family being his uncle and mother. All the same, Tao Hi considered it his duty to pass on what he knew to his children. Both of them. Li Angling, and Ti Angling. Li's sister who died several years before Li's thirty-first birthday.

Tao Hi's specialization was in stealth combat. As with all of the Angling family, he passed down the knowledge that in combat there is no such thing as a fair fight. In a true fight it's kill or be killed. There is no such thing as fair. Either you kill the enemy, or they will kill you. He specialized in teaching how to find a specific target in a crowd, and killing them. Or how, if forced into a forward confrontation, how to combat them and leave the opponent dazed, blinded, and crippled before killing them. Along with this specialty came the normal archery training, though Li has always taken a liking to knives. Preferring the grace of which Knives can be loved to either cause catastrophic and messy death, or clean and easily hidden death. Throwing knives are one of his joys, and by the age of twenty he was almost as skilled as his father. Winning competitions at inns and taverns the family passed with ease. His most renowned of such competitions being when he placed a knife between his father's closed ring and index finger from thirty feet away. Though the story has become embellished with travel so whether this event truly occurred or not is for Li alone to know.

At the age of twenty five Li lost his father on a mission of sorts for some of the seedier elements in Ba Sing Se. Having carrier out a short contract side by side with his father, Li had choose to stay his blade on the last contract. Allowing his father to go alone as he went out and enjoyed the sights of the city. This ended in his fathers death, sadly, as the aging man was not able to out run the city guards once he had failed in alluding them. With the lost of his mother years earlier from a mysterious sickness she contracted, his sister, and finally his father, Li struck out on his own. A lone assassin, spy, or what have you for hire. Working for as much money as he can swindle out of a employer. Growing up amongst death, Li is deadened to it in many ways. Death does not concern him, bodily harm does not concern him. What concerns him is whether he will be paid, and whether he can enjoy the sights of whatever location he gets to.

As of now, or at least since the return of the Avatar, the notorious assassin and thief has been spotted near the Fire Nation City of New Ozai, formerly Omashu. What he is doing there is unknown, and why he has stayed put for so long is also a curiosity.

Li Angling is not necessarily a cruel person. He does kill, he does murder, and he does so without care, rhyme or reason. He has a certain way about it though. If he has no reason to despise or hate his enemy, then they simply die. He kills them quickly and lets them rest. If he has a reason to hate the enemy he can draw out their death as long as he wishes, but normally tires of wasting such time and will end it just as quickly. There have, however, been a number of times he has become so enraged with a target it took a day and a night before the target was finally allowed to die, convulsing like a fish dropped onto dry land. Li to this day admittedly regrets that the death still only lasted a day in length but knows full well that was the limit of what he could do without allowing the enemy to regain any form of strength or sanity.

As vicious as he can be, Li has a set of rules he does follow on a day to day basis. Yes he kills, yes he murders, yes he is a thief and yes he loots from the bodies but those matters don't bother him. The rules he adheres to are namely that he is not more cruel then necessary, he will not kill a woman for anything other then just reason, he will not physically harm a woman lest she attempt to harm him first, he will not steal from the poor, he will not kill innocents, he will not kill for enjoyment, and each and every time he fails to kill a target who deserves a quick death he will slash himself across his left arm and not wrap the wound for two days. He has never broken one of these rules, and the last one has never happened.

Li on a whole, outside of his contracts, seems like a pleasant enough man. Polite and, arguably, kind to those he meets along his travels. He almost constantly has a small smile on his face. Whenever something angers him or saddens him he often will still hold on to this smile, even if the rest of his face shows the lie for it. Li often goes out of his way for pretty women he sees in his travels. Some times offering drinks, company, pretty flowers, or simply a dance depending on the place and the timing.

On missions Li often seems a different person entirely. Rarely ever speaking, knowing how idiotic it is for one to give long winded speeches when preparing to kill a target, and while working he never smiles. Not the tiniest of smirks even in success. His face becomes a guileless, joyless, mask of skin. Not because he hates the killing, or abhors what he does, but simply because it is work. Everything other then killing is not work, and for him counts as entertainment, but killing. That is simply work. What he is destined to due for all time until the day his soul is claimed by whatever malevolent being set him on this course.