Post by cougarwildclaw on Aug 27, 2007 23:52:59 GMT -5
Name: Nashk “Eihei” Tategami
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nation: Earth country
Bender: Earthbender, Average skill, able to move forward if he ever attempts to.
Appearance: His hair is light brown-- hazelnut if you will-- shoulder length, unruly and unkempt. He has a single green eye, as bright as any emerald. His skin is tanned dark, acquired from many long naps under the sun. Covered in faints scars of cuts and bruises, his skin tells a story of hardship and achievement. He is a muscular mass of 6' 1'', Little in the way of body fat, though his broad shoulders more than make up for it. He had once weighed himself via a health inspection for a militia. (Weighed in at 288 lbs, using a simple system using a set of stones and boulders to determine his weight class.) His lips are rather large, and when smiling his teeth shine a brilliant yellow.
His winter clothing consists of a large brown cloak, beat up, dusty, and well worn. It practically hangs off his shoulders. Large well worn black boots, it has been patched sloppily many times by his weathered hands. On his hands, light brown gloves of leather protects them from the stinging cold. (Also gives him an edge in a snow fight or two.)
However, while the sun remains high baking the earth, he wears a light blue tattered tunic, and a pair of brown trousers, lightened with the dust of the summer time. For his footwear, if its not winter, he Usually stays barefoot. Though for politeness sakes, he will wear simple cobbled shoes if he enters someones home.
Personality: Nashk is calm and gruff, a constant air of weariness washes over those around him. However, that is simply him tired of the constant troubles that seems to flow constantly in and around the various villages of the large and war weary earth country. He is a hard worker of unwavering spirit, once given a job, he will work till either the task is done, or his body fails him. Often leading people to judge him stubborn, and not without merit either. In battle, though he is a decent earth bender, he prefers a spear combined with brute strength to make his enemies fearful, routing them from the battle. However, if it most advantageous, He will use earth bending to full extent. Again preferring to use his strength, he will usually go with augments to his body, such as rock hands or pushing a wave of earth on his enemies. Absolutely overwhelming them before they can do any harm.
Nashk is quiet, while he will answer honestly if questioned. He is not one to start a conversation or talk in general unless curiosity burned within him like the force of a fire bender preparing to bend the sun itself. An example of this would be when as a teen, he would gather near the back of groups conversing, before asking rather loudly in that booming voice of his, who would be married to whom or what dark force was scaring them so much. Nashk, while one who looks intimidating, would never betray one he calls a friend. Nor would he allow said friend to stand alone in battle.
History: Nashk has a rather jumbled history, as his father was a skilled blacksmith of comical shortness, and his mother was a merchants daughter with considerable knowledge in the art of conversation. Now his parents had first met during the harvest festival. This festival simply celebrated the beggining of the fall, and the arrival of the desert merchents. Nashk's father was selling his various wares, using his lack of height as a sort of sales pitch, when Nashks mother appeared. Her father had never liked her, as he had a son to continue his buisness. So of course when the chance to rid of her through marriage was offered, he accepted instantly.
A year later, Nashk was born into a happy and hardworking family. His parents immediately began to teach him discipline. His father having him hammer away at useless chunks of metal into perfect squares until Nashks himself learned humility and hard work. His mother had him sit in the night hours reading away at scrolls until his vision blurred. At the age of six he had first discovered his ability to bend. He found he could make pebbles turn to sand as he grew angry, and had begun to practice swirling them around. His parents approved of the fact he was a bender, and he could practice as long as kept to banging squares and reading scrolls.
In the years to come, with his parents molding him for the outside world, he grew. Being unnaturally tall from a father so short, he was made to work twice as hard. With his muscles growing, as well as his mind. He began to look towards the outside world.
At the age of 12 he was taken to the city square for a festival. A simple festival made to ease the stress of wartime weariness. However, it was at this festival Nashk made a mind blowing discovery, there was a lot of people. At first he didn't notice, however as soon as he gazed upon the crowed gathering quickly in the town square, he felt odd. Until then he had seen only a small portion of the world. A tiny village with little trade or visitors. Now however, with the crowd growing to the hundreds, he freaked.
It was at that moment he felt he was small, not a growing giant. Every moment of he had thought of leaving his village was washed away, leaving a shaken husk of a boy.
However, as most young men do, he recovered. Eventually he got over the shock, he was able to leave his room again. But from then on, he never stayed close to crowds. Gives him the willies he said.
He first used his meager bending skills in battle at the age of 16. A brash group of young earth soldiers had stopped in his village to rest and resupply. To pass their boredom, the soldiers were having contests of strength and will. Interested and eager to test his strength, he had approached the camp, (slowly) and asked if he could join. Amazed by his size, they accepted. Eager to see if this giant of a boy had any strength in him.
So, Nashk was pitted against a relatively amateur bender much like him, in a contest on who could hold their boulder up the longest and to see if they could push it against each other. Facing the small man, Nashk was nervous.
With a shout the contest began, the ground rumbled slightly as each stomped the ground raising their fists up wards. The boulder levitated shakily, it was vibrating badly as each tried to enforce their very will upon the stone. Nashk was losing at first, slipping back wards by the force of his opponent. Gritting his teeth, Nashk pushed. Slowly the boulder inched to wards his opponent. Right as it was about to cross over the line signifying victory, it boulder shattered, sending fragments of stone and dirt showering both Nashk and the rest of the camp.
Feeling as though he lost, Nashk hung his head in defeat. He bowed to his opponent thanking him for the match, as his father had taught him and tried to leave. As with most cliche however, Nashk was asked to stay. “It was you amazing strength that shattered the boulder! If I had let go, it would have flew all the way to the fire nation, I know it!”
It was those words that had inspired him to join the military against the fire nation. He felt no particular hate towards the fire nation, however he had finally found a life that encouraged him. So he talked with his parents, and through much argument was allowed to leave. Though he did get his first scar that way. (scratch across his face, his fathers hammer.) And traveled with the military, training constantly in weapons and earth bending. Eventually gaining a reputation for his size, strength, and of course, his odd habit of straying away from crowds.
At the age of 20, he already had a few small skirmishes under his belt, leading small groups of men to raid small groups of bandits. Though he did if course, have trouble wrapping his head around commanding large groups of men. After learning he would eventually have to do so if he was to stay in the military, he left to find some other profession that wouldn't require such troubles. Grumbling all the way, he left for adventure and hopefully less crowded countryland.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nation: Earth country
Bender: Earthbender, Average skill, able to move forward if he ever attempts to.
Appearance: His hair is light brown-- hazelnut if you will-- shoulder length, unruly and unkempt. He has a single green eye, as bright as any emerald. His skin is tanned dark, acquired from many long naps under the sun. Covered in faints scars of cuts and bruises, his skin tells a story of hardship and achievement. He is a muscular mass of 6' 1'', Little in the way of body fat, though his broad shoulders more than make up for it. He had once weighed himself via a health inspection for a militia. (Weighed in at 288 lbs, using a simple system using a set of stones and boulders to determine his weight class.) His lips are rather large, and when smiling his teeth shine a brilliant yellow.
His winter clothing consists of a large brown cloak, beat up, dusty, and well worn. It practically hangs off his shoulders. Large well worn black boots, it has been patched sloppily many times by his weathered hands. On his hands, light brown gloves of leather protects them from the stinging cold. (Also gives him an edge in a snow fight or two.)
However, while the sun remains high baking the earth, he wears a light blue tattered tunic, and a pair of brown trousers, lightened with the dust of the summer time. For his footwear, if its not winter, he Usually stays barefoot. Though for politeness sakes, he will wear simple cobbled shoes if he enters someones home.
Personality: Nashk is calm and gruff, a constant air of weariness washes over those around him. However, that is simply him tired of the constant troubles that seems to flow constantly in and around the various villages of the large and war weary earth country. He is a hard worker of unwavering spirit, once given a job, he will work till either the task is done, or his body fails him. Often leading people to judge him stubborn, and not without merit either. In battle, though he is a decent earth bender, he prefers a spear combined with brute strength to make his enemies fearful, routing them from the battle. However, if it most advantageous, He will use earth bending to full extent. Again preferring to use his strength, he will usually go with augments to his body, such as rock hands or pushing a wave of earth on his enemies. Absolutely overwhelming them before they can do any harm.
Nashk is quiet, while he will answer honestly if questioned. He is not one to start a conversation or talk in general unless curiosity burned within him like the force of a fire bender preparing to bend the sun itself. An example of this would be when as a teen, he would gather near the back of groups conversing, before asking rather loudly in that booming voice of his, who would be married to whom or what dark force was scaring them so much. Nashk, while one who looks intimidating, would never betray one he calls a friend. Nor would he allow said friend to stand alone in battle.
History: Nashk has a rather jumbled history, as his father was a skilled blacksmith of comical shortness, and his mother was a merchants daughter with considerable knowledge in the art of conversation. Now his parents had first met during the harvest festival. This festival simply celebrated the beggining of the fall, and the arrival of the desert merchents. Nashk's father was selling his various wares, using his lack of height as a sort of sales pitch, when Nashks mother appeared. Her father had never liked her, as he had a son to continue his buisness. So of course when the chance to rid of her through marriage was offered, he accepted instantly.
A year later, Nashk was born into a happy and hardworking family. His parents immediately began to teach him discipline. His father having him hammer away at useless chunks of metal into perfect squares until Nashks himself learned humility and hard work. His mother had him sit in the night hours reading away at scrolls until his vision blurred. At the age of six he had first discovered his ability to bend. He found he could make pebbles turn to sand as he grew angry, and had begun to practice swirling them around. His parents approved of the fact he was a bender, and he could practice as long as kept to banging squares and reading scrolls.
In the years to come, with his parents molding him for the outside world, he grew. Being unnaturally tall from a father so short, he was made to work twice as hard. With his muscles growing, as well as his mind. He began to look towards the outside world.
At the age of 12 he was taken to the city square for a festival. A simple festival made to ease the stress of wartime weariness. However, it was at this festival Nashk made a mind blowing discovery, there was a lot of people. At first he didn't notice, however as soon as he gazed upon the crowed gathering quickly in the town square, he felt odd. Until then he had seen only a small portion of the world. A tiny village with little trade or visitors. Now however, with the crowd growing to the hundreds, he freaked.
It was at that moment he felt he was small, not a growing giant. Every moment of he had thought of leaving his village was washed away, leaving a shaken husk of a boy.
However, as most young men do, he recovered. Eventually he got over the shock, he was able to leave his room again. But from then on, he never stayed close to crowds. Gives him the willies he said.
He first used his meager bending skills in battle at the age of 16. A brash group of young earth soldiers had stopped in his village to rest and resupply. To pass their boredom, the soldiers were having contests of strength and will. Interested and eager to test his strength, he had approached the camp, (slowly) and asked if he could join. Amazed by his size, they accepted. Eager to see if this giant of a boy had any strength in him.
So, Nashk was pitted against a relatively amateur bender much like him, in a contest on who could hold their boulder up the longest and to see if they could push it against each other. Facing the small man, Nashk was nervous.
With a shout the contest began, the ground rumbled slightly as each stomped the ground raising their fists up wards. The boulder levitated shakily, it was vibrating badly as each tried to enforce their very will upon the stone. Nashk was losing at first, slipping back wards by the force of his opponent. Gritting his teeth, Nashk pushed. Slowly the boulder inched to wards his opponent. Right as it was about to cross over the line signifying victory, it boulder shattered, sending fragments of stone and dirt showering both Nashk and the rest of the camp.
Feeling as though he lost, Nashk hung his head in defeat. He bowed to his opponent thanking him for the match, as his father had taught him and tried to leave. As with most cliche however, Nashk was asked to stay. “It was you amazing strength that shattered the boulder! If I had let go, it would have flew all the way to the fire nation, I know it!”
It was those words that had inspired him to join the military against the fire nation. He felt no particular hate towards the fire nation, however he had finally found a life that encouraged him. So he talked with his parents, and through much argument was allowed to leave. Though he did get his first scar that way. (scratch across his face, his fathers hammer.) And traveled with the military, training constantly in weapons and earth bending. Eventually gaining a reputation for his size, strength, and of course, his odd habit of straying away from crowds.
At the age of 20, he already had a few small skirmishes under his belt, leading small groups of men to raid small groups of bandits. Though he did if course, have trouble wrapping his head around commanding large groups of men. After learning he would eventually have to do so if he was to stay in the military, he left to find some other profession that wouldn't require such troubles. Grumbling all the way, he left for adventure and hopefully less crowded countryland.
