Post by Munchkinator on Mar 1, 2008 12:07:25 GMT -5
Name: Varian
Age: Nineteen (19)
Gender: Male
Nation: Northern Water Tribe
Bender?: Waterbender
Appearance: Varian dons an everyday, ordinary physique.
His hair is a brisk, golden-brown hue that sits atop a dark tenured face. The brilliance that is his hair is one of his better features, despite being left in a careless mess more often than not. It reaches down well past his ears and almost makes it to the upper neck region. Two slim, almost inconspicuous strands of hair rush down his facial region, inadvertently serving as a pair of makeshift bangs. His eyes are a deep blue, resembling that of the very ocean he's come to love. The eyes of Varian are fairly big and allow the tinge of bluish color to almost radiate from within its natural prison. His nose is a sharpened inch, possessing an average length and width as if to avoid being a prominent factor. His orifice is nothing more; tediously curved lips that aren’t too thick or thin. Varian’s facial constitution showcases his current state of well-being as exaggerated cheek bones hint at his healthy build.
Varian stands at a respectable six feet, and weighs a complimentary total of one hundred and eighty pounds. His weight fluctuates over the seasons, yet manages to stay within the nearby vicinity of one-eighty, keeping his well managed body equally as appealing. His arms illustrate the sheer strength and alacrity encompassed overall, decorated with fear instilling and beautifully carved muscles. Varian’s posture is straight and prominent as a direct result of hours upon hours of physical training. His lower body fits well with the whole, showing off a bit more of his agile physique. The legs speak for themselves, obviously stating the speed that they grant Varian by flaunting a pair of large back leg muscles.
Possessed by Varian is an accepted attire, sporting variants of the all too familiar clothing.
An azure headband occupies the forehead of Varian, successfully seizing and taking control of his infamous hair. A buoyant robe of sorts is visible to the naked eye; cobalt blue with a white outline that embellishes the very cloth while being without sleeves. Underneath the outstanding robe is a dark, long sleeved layer of thickened robes that outreaches past the aforementioned cobalt article, obviously used to withstand the inclement cold. White tape revolves around the forearms of Varian, leaving the sleeve of the under-robe crowded atop and compliments a contrasting pair of black gloves. Moreover, a similar colored, insubstantial pair of leggings serves as a mild defense to the bitter weather Varian’s grown fond of; shamelessly ending in the jaws of leathered boots, much in the same fashion as the sleeves did with the tape.
Dressed with alacrity in mind and crafted with the mind of a warrior, Varian was destined for the body of a true fighter. However, despite the vivid description and dragged out phrases, Varian is nothing too far off of a well maintained body. Under the right circumstances and training, Varian achieved a reliable figure in an effort to live up to the Northern Water Tribe name.
Personality:
Varian is a self-proclaimed perfectionist, and gives it his all in whatever it is he does. His obsession over incomparability is probably one of his more demanding traits, what with it resulting in a complete drain of mind and soul. He aims for nothing but the best, and settles for nothing less. His standards are set extremely high and when he tackles an assignment or project he intends to finish it, and finish it with the satisfaction of prosperity, culmination, and illustriousness.
He is also radically nationalistic, evidently more than proud to be a member of the Northern Water Tribe. Yet, unlike most others of his virtuous nation, his patriotism outstretches beyond the confines of his native land, and traverses through the globe, ending in his land’s sister tribe; the battered Southern Water Tribe. His loyalty is more than likely unrivaled, going up in arms against opposing soldiers in an attempt to preserve his fatherland. He’s more than willing to be put into the resistant forces of the tribe and prides himself in sacrificing his own life for his country. Skilled in the sacred art and discipline of Waterbending, he is anything but ill equipped for his respective militia.
In battle he aims to deride, belittle, and ultimately humiliate the opposition. His strategic mindset aims to battle from the inside out by inducing as many ailments as possible, stripping the opponent of its will to fight, and slowing its offense down considerably. If the aforementioned is not at all possible, for whatever the reason, then Varian would simply exploit a flaw in the opponent’s makeup and would take complete and utter advantage of it. Brute force and going batshit crazy would be the last thing Varian would resort to, if anything at all.
History:
Be-gin-ning (n.) the point of time or space at which anything begins.
Varian was born in the northern most city of the entire world, deep within the plains and wildernesses of the North Pole. Two anxious parents looked in awe as the entity was brought forth into the physical world, breathing its first breath of fresh air. The minuscule physique of the newborn was tender, vulnerable, and predictably stunning. A moment of silence engrossed the atmosphere, as everyone in the hospital-esque building looked and appreciated the gift of yet another life. Seconds passed gradually as all was put to rest, the hype, trepidation and ado. Notwithstanding, just as swiftly as the sacred silence was brought to existence, the newborn bellowed out in confusement, not knowingly activating the once crowded and engaged ambiance.
Doctors and nurses alike sallied forth and about, tending to each and every possible aspect of the birth. The mother of Varian, ironically, was the calmest and was extraordinarily distressed. Her beckoning eyes enveloped the baby that she had engendered and a new sense of pride and accomplishment flooded her mindset. A sigh of substantial proportions escaped her no longer tensed body. A smile crept onto her weathered face, neglecting all thoughts of negativity for a brief moment. Finally, after some time away from her prized jewel, a nurse delivered the infant and occupied the mother’s possession with the very life of Varian. Clutching onto the boy, Varian’s mother began to shed tears of sheer joy. Her firstborn had been fortunately healthy and perfectly stable. Meanwhile, looking from the outside in, Varian’s imposing father stood at a standstill and managed to swallow his pride in the form of a lone tear. The blue collar, hard working man knew that Varian was a gift from the spirit’s themselves…Varian would be the dignitary of the family.
By definition, Varian’s father was a traditional one. He believed in the values of work, determination and patience. He worked by the hour; day after day, fishing for the city he loved dearly. Notwithstanding, he was a skilled fisher albeit a poor salesman. For many months he would end up with a spoiled pile of potential goods, bitterly having to dispose of them. He’s resorted to several methods of fishing, as well, all in hopes of turning their lives around. Pole, hand, and barbaric means caught fluctuating arrays of fish and seafood. Barely scraping by, he relied on the value of patience and determination, and with the help of those two important life values he was able to carry his family through life. His hands have endured unimaginative labor, and all he has ever wished for was a path towards a better life. He always toughed it out and never looked for shortcuts, and despite his conditions, Varian’s father was able to support his wife.
His mother was a local healer, using her gifted abilities of Waterbending to help her through the sacred art and discipline of healing. She studied hard and helped to ease the pain in many lives, constantly participating in charity events. She possessed the value of generosity, and“…Just as a pot full of water when turned upside down lets all the liquid run out and takes none of it back; so the perfection of generosity consists of not having the slightest thought of remorse over what has been given away, even if one sacrifices absolutely everything.” Wholeheartedly, the faithful mother figure volunteered for her tribe, lending all that she could along a select few.
Together, the couple deserved nothing less than a promising child in the form of Varian. He was raised and taught the values that they lived by, desperately trying to mold Varian into a spitting image of what they were. Over time Varian developed the skills passed down from generation, and unlike his father was gifted with the tribe’s divine ability to halt water, better known as ‘Waterbending.’ However, as a result of his father’s view of life, he restricted the use of Waterbending strictly for combat. Everything Varian had was a direct result of labor and work, making the possibility of making him spoiled null; gifts were scarce and shortcut few. Appreciation entered the mind of Varian, and he looked upon his being within a tribe of such caliber as a privilege, thus gradually crafting the sense of patriotic feelings.
At seven Varian was enrolled into a class to better his skills as a fighter and waterbender in general.
The origin of the skill was introduced to the young, voracious student. His hunger for wisdom was apparent, and he inherited the value of wisdom from his mother, “…the perfection of wisdom consists in leaving no gaps, leaving nothing out, and of being prepared to learn from all wise people and those more advanced, however young they may be.” He was introduced to Tui and La, the moon and ocean spirits, and how the first Waterbenders adopted the skill from the moon. He hit the books hard, learning most of what was the skill, including the vulnerability and spiritual connection to the Moon and Ocean. “…The people of the Water Tribe first learned Waterbending by observing how the moon pushed and pulled the tides of the ocean. They then learned how to simulate the effect themselves. As such they have a strong spiritual connection to the Moon (and its counterpart the Ocean) and any adverse effects on these mediums can affect them too.”
“Waterbending is based on the style of Tai Chi, which is a martial art that features slow movements and elegant forms that evoke the feel of flowing water. Waterbending's strength is its defensive capabilities which, rather than supporting a separate set of offensive methods, are transformed into attacks and counters - defense into offense. Rather than simply stopping to deflect an attack, Waterbending's defensive maneuvers focus on control, achieved through turning an opponent's own strength against him, instead of directly harming the opponent.” The simple fact of counter-offensive principles complimented Varian and his passive aggressive nature. Years were spent on perfecting the movements alone, starting the actual manipulation of water at the age of ten. Several years passed on the skill until he was labeled as an intermediate factor. Taking advantage of his skills, he enlisted himself into the Northern Water Tribe forces.
Age: Nineteen (19)
Gender: Male
Nation: Northern Water Tribe
Bender?: Waterbender
Appearance: Varian dons an everyday, ordinary physique.
His hair is a brisk, golden-brown hue that sits atop a dark tenured face. The brilliance that is his hair is one of his better features, despite being left in a careless mess more often than not. It reaches down well past his ears and almost makes it to the upper neck region. Two slim, almost inconspicuous strands of hair rush down his facial region, inadvertently serving as a pair of makeshift bangs. His eyes are a deep blue, resembling that of the very ocean he's come to love. The eyes of Varian are fairly big and allow the tinge of bluish color to almost radiate from within its natural prison. His nose is a sharpened inch, possessing an average length and width as if to avoid being a prominent factor. His orifice is nothing more; tediously curved lips that aren’t too thick or thin. Varian’s facial constitution showcases his current state of well-being as exaggerated cheek bones hint at his healthy build.
Varian stands at a respectable six feet, and weighs a complimentary total of one hundred and eighty pounds. His weight fluctuates over the seasons, yet manages to stay within the nearby vicinity of one-eighty, keeping his well managed body equally as appealing. His arms illustrate the sheer strength and alacrity encompassed overall, decorated with fear instilling and beautifully carved muscles. Varian’s posture is straight and prominent as a direct result of hours upon hours of physical training. His lower body fits well with the whole, showing off a bit more of his agile physique. The legs speak for themselves, obviously stating the speed that they grant Varian by flaunting a pair of large back leg muscles.
Possessed by Varian is an accepted attire, sporting variants of the all too familiar clothing.
An azure headband occupies the forehead of Varian, successfully seizing and taking control of his infamous hair. A buoyant robe of sorts is visible to the naked eye; cobalt blue with a white outline that embellishes the very cloth while being without sleeves. Underneath the outstanding robe is a dark, long sleeved layer of thickened robes that outreaches past the aforementioned cobalt article, obviously used to withstand the inclement cold. White tape revolves around the forearms of Varian, leaving the sleeve of the under-robe crowded atop and compliments a contrasting pair of black gloves. Moreover, a similar colored, insubstantial pair of leggings serves as a mild defense to the bitter weather Varian’s grown fond of; shamelessly ending in the jaws of leathered boots, much in the same fashion as the sleeves did with the tape.
Dressed with alacrity in mind and crafted with the mind of a warrior, Varian was destined for the body of a true fighter. However, despite the vivid description and dragged out phrases, Varian is nothing too far off of a well maintained body. Under the right circumstances and training, Varian achieved a reliable figure in an effort to live up to the Northern Water Tribe name.
Personality:
Varian is a self-proclaimed perfectionist, and gives it his all in whatever it is he does. His obsession over incomparability is probably one of his more demanding traits, what with it resulting in a complete drain of mind and soul. He aims for nothing but the best, and settles for nothing less. His standards are set extremely high and when he tackles an assignment or project he intends to finish it, and finish it with the satisfaction of prosperity, culmination, and illustriousness.
He is also radically nationalistic, evidently more than proud to be a member of the Northern Water Tribe. Yet, unlike most others of his virtuous nation, his patriotism outstretches beyond the confines of his native land, and traverses through the globe, ending in his land’s sister tribe; the battered Southern Water Tribe. His loyalty is more than likely unrivaled, going up in arms against opposing soldiers in an attempt to preserve his fatherland. He’s more than willing to be put into the resistant forces of the tribe and prides himself in sacrificing his own life for his country. Skilled in the sacred art and discipline of Waterbending, he is anything but ill equipped for his respective militia.
In battle he aims to deride, belittle, and ultimately humiliate the opposition. His strategic mindset aims to battle from the inside out by inducing as many ailments as possible, stripping the opponent of its will to fight, and slowing its offense down considerably. If the aforementioned is not at all possible, for whatever the reason, then Varian would simply exploit a flaw in the opponent’s makeup and would take complete and utter advantage of it. Brute force and going batshit crazy would be the last thing Varian would resort to, if anything at all.
History:
Be-gin-ning (n.) the point of time or space at which anything begins.
Varian was born in the northern most city of the entire world, deep within the plains and wildernesses of the North Pole. Two anxious parents looked in awe as the entity was brought forth into the physical world, breathing its first breath of fresh air. The minuscule physique of the newborn was tender, vulnerable, and predictably stunning. A moment of silence engrossed the atmosphere, as everyone in the hospital-esque building looked and appreciated the gift of yet another life. Seconds passed gradually as all was put to rest, the hype, trepidation and ado. Notwithstanding, just as swiftly as the sacred silence was brought to existence, the newborn bellowed out in confusement, not knowingly activating the once crowded and engaged ambiance.
Doctors and nurses alike sallied forth and about, tending to each and every possible aspect of the birth. The mother of Varian, ironically, was the calmest and was extraordinarily distressed. Her beckoning eyes enveloped the baby that she had engendered and a new sense of pride and accomplishment flooded her mindset. A sigh of substantial proportions escaped her no longer tensed body. A smile crept onto her weathered face, neglecting all thoughts of negativity for a brief moment. Finally, after some time away from her prized jewel, a nurse delivered the infant and occupied the mother’s possession with the very life of Varian. Clutching onto the boy, Varian’s mother began to shed tears of sheer joy. Her firstborn had been fortunately healthy and perfectly stable. Meanwhile, looking from the outside in, Varian’s imposing father stood at a standstill and managed to swallow his pride in the form of a lone tear. The blue collar, hard working man knew that Varian was a gift from the spirit’s themselves…Varian would be the dignitary of the family.
By definition, Varian’s father was a traditional one. He believed in the values of work, determination and patience. He worked by the hour; day after day, fishing for the city he loved dearly. Notwithstanding, he was a skilled fisher albeit a poor salesman. For many months he would end up with a spoiled pile of potential goods, bitterly having to dispose of them. He’s resorted to several methods of fishing, as well, all in hopes of turning their lives around. Pole, hand, and barbaric means caught fluctuating arrays of fish and seafood. Barely scraping by, he relied on the value of patience and determination, and with the help of those two important life values he was able to carry his family through life. His hands have endured unimaginative labor, and all he has ever wished for was a path towards a better life. He always toughed it out and never looked for shortcuts, and despite his conditions, Varian’s father was able to support his wife.
His mother was a local healer, using her gifted abilities of Waterbending to help her through the sacred art and discipline of healing. She studied hard and helped to ease the pain in many lives, constantly participating in charity events. She possessed the value of generosity, and“…Just as a pot full of water when turned upside down lets all the liquid run out and takes none of it back; so the perfection of generosity consists of not having the slightest thought of remorse over what has been given away, even if one sacrifices absolutely everything.” Wholeheartedly, the faithful mother figure volunteered for her tribe, lending all that she could along a select few.
Together, the couple deserved nothing less than a promising child in the form of Varian. He was raised and taught the values that they lived by, desperately trying to mold Varian into a spitting image of what they were. Over time Varian developed the skills passed down from generation, and unlike his father was gifted with the tribe’s divine ability to halt water, better known as ‘Waterbending.’ However, as a result of his father’s view of life, he restricted the use of Waterbending strictly for combat. Everything Varian had was a direct result of labor and work, making the possibility of making him spoiled null; gifts were scarce and shortcut few. Appreciation entered the mind of Varian, and he looked upon his being within a tribe of such caliber as a privilege, thus gradually crafting the sense of patriotic feelings.
At seven Varian was enrolled into a class to better his skills as a fighter and waterbender in general.
The origin of the skill was introduced to the young, voracious student. His hunger for wisdom was apparent, and he inherited the value of wisdom from his mother, “…the perfection of wisdom consists in leaving no gaps, leaving nothing out, and of being prepared to learn from all wise people and those more advanced, however young they may be.” He was introduced to Tui and La, the moon and ocean spirits, and how the first Waterbenders adopted the skill from the moon. He hit the books hard, learning most of what was the skill, including the vulnerability and spiritual connection to the Moon and Ocean. “…The people of the Water Tribe first learned Waterbending by observing how the moon pushed and pulled the tides of the ocean. They then learned how to simulate the effect themselves. As such they have a strong spiritual connection to the Moon (and its counterpart the Ocean) and any adverse effects on these mediums can affect them too.”
“Waterbending is based on the style of Tai Chi, which is a martial art that features slow movements and elegant forms that evoke the feel of flowing water. Waterbending's strength is its defensive capabilities which, rather than supporting a separate set of offensive methods, are transformed into attacks and counters - defense into offense. Rather than simply stopping to deflect an attack, Waterbending's defensive maneuvers focus on control, achieved through turning an opponent's own strength against him, instead of directly harming the opponent.” The simple fact of counter-offensive principles complimented Varian and his passive aggressive nature. Years were spent on perfecting the movements alone, starting the actual manipulation of water at the age of ten. Several years passed on the skill until he was labeled as an intermediate factor. Taking advantage of his skills, he enlisted himself into the Northern Water Tribe forces.
