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ᵀʰᵉ Last Avatar & ᵀʰᵉ Red Lotus.

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The CoreThe Core ____________________________________________________________________________. The entrance to the club was much more chaotic than Katakuri had anticipated. Instead of the muted sounds of music spilling from its glowing archways, it seemed the club patrons themselves were coming out, seemingly and suddenly forced to leave, evident by the bewildered expressions on their face. As they filed out, armed individuals were beginning to move in. Foot soldiers for the numerous other gangs allied with the ‘leader’ of the Underground were mobilizing in force. Katauri paused. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. As far as he knew, the broadcast from Tao shouldn’t have already reached the very bottom of the Underground. There was no way any of these people should have been expecting anyone, but with the way they were running around trying to organize, it was obvious they were. The ‘who’ he had no way of knowing, but despite his uncertainty, he was very certain of the danger Chosah would be in should he hesitate now. There was no going back anymore. There hadn’t been for a while. He had to press forward. Katakuri scooped a tired Chosah up into his arms. She immediately clung to his chest and rested her cheek against him. He could hear her steady breath as the sound of air hissing through the mask covering her nose and mouth. In their shadow were Archer and Dutchess, still diligently following behind them despite how wildly out of place they were. Their maws were now caked in partially dried blood, a promise and a warning to those who would test their intent to protect Katakuri’s charge or wish harm on any of them. They kept on Katakuri’s heels as he pushed past a few of the clubbers leaving and stepped up to the front door. He was immediately stopped by a large man. ”Nu-uh. Club’s closed… and no kids all-” ”My daughter is a Firebender. I heard there’s a place down here where she’ll be safe.” Katakuri stated almost unnaturally calmly given what one might think about the seriousness of his situation. Despite the odd tone, however, the man’s expression immediately softened. His eyes fell on the child curled up in the man’s arms. Then he noticed the two dogs behind them and their bloodied fur. ”Sure... but the mutts stay outside.” ”No. They're staying with me. They're well behaved and she loves them. They’re very protective of he-” ”Fine fine whatever just go. I can’t tell if your timing is shit or perfect but they’re getting ready to move down there so hurry up. Head all the way down and then it's a straight shot through the corridor on the left. The dogs are your responsibility. They get lost, killed, stolen, eaten, not my fucking problem. They attack someone, they're as good as dead.” He nodded toward the entrance and waved them through, making sure some of the people walking past them gave the distressed father and his child some room.

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The CoreThe Core ____________________________________________________________________________. It had been only a few minutes since Jin had excused themselves to the restroom when Sonam returned. The woman in the blue scarf immediately went back to speaking with the other groups spread around the chamber and left Nelu with his thoughts. He realized then that for the first time in his life, he was in the pit of the Underground by himself; alone in some strange place he didn’t really belong, surrounded by people not long for this world. Down here, with the sounds of the club little more than a muffled memory separated by thick walls of dirt, he found the large room he was in to be strangely, serenely quiet. Whispers echoed across the empty chamber, drawing his eyes to cracks in the walls and pockmarked pebbles wedged into the dirt. The muted voices from the others floated wordlessly in the air, their conversations gathering in the air above them all, trapped as they all were. Trapped just like him. He found himself pondering what they could possibly be discussing; what conversations these people were having that could possibly be worth having, but as he continued to ruminate on the what and the why, he found himself becoming genuinely curious. Questions bubbled to the surface of his oxygen starved brain. Things he felt like he wasn’t supposed to ask and yearning for knowledge he wasn’t supposed to have. Things like Sonam. Why was her name so familiar and yet so distant a thing? The two syllables of her name bounced off his tongue as if they had before. Like he’d repeated her name to someone and they’d said it back. It seemed… important, but he couldn’t quite place its importance in the maze that was becoming his mind. He thought he should take a pull of clean air from the oxygen canister she’d provided him earlier, but a part of him disregarded the thought and proffered something more interesting: Sonam was right there. He could simply look at her and confirm if her face and voice and name were indeed familiar to him. And so he did, but when he turned to find Sonam again, he noticed something odd. Some of the raised platforms in the room where people had been seated were now strangely empty. Sonam too had moved, and as she jumped from group to group, those she spoke to would gather their things and begin filing out of the room through the only door. "Shit.” He mumbled to himself as he watched another trio exit the chamber. Suddenly his timeline was moved rapidly forward and without his partner present he wasn’t 100% sure on his next move. He hadn’t received any acknowledgement on his proposed plan before Jin had excused themselves so he couldn’t be sure if they had taken the opportunity to leave or if they actually just needed to pee. But even if they did leave, they’d never make it back in time before every Bender in the chamber had already left. He would be forced to go with his original plan and move on Hunang alone. If they hadn’t left, how long did it take for Jin to relieve themselves? For the briefest moment, his mind began to scrape at the clouded images of his recent memory, pondering nonsensical questions about how much they had drank since entering the Underground and when exactly they last had a bathroom break. How long could he hold his bladder and how practical would it be to install a system that stored his water waste so he could use it to bend in an emergency. Where the hell was Jin? Or Hunang? Thankfully, his wandering thoughts were cut short by the out-of-place sounds of dogs barking.

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The CoreThe Core ____________________________________________________________________________. Chosah was sat on the cold hard ground only a few yards away from her father and the women he was speaking too. Her Feet and knees were together and her hands were clasped neatly in her lap as if she'd been trained to sit like this. As if the idea 'perfection' was a shape she understood. But while her body projected a sense of ease and normalcy, her gaze betrayed the calm demeanor by remaining eerily fixed on Katakuri. The dark innocence of her eyes studied the expression on his face as it danced to a tune she didn't quite yet understand. A Stern hardness became anger and too quickly did that anger turn to desperation. It was the only time she'd seen him like this. The only time her father's face had shown anything other than the calm she knew him to be. Patient and gentle and warm. That was Katakuri. That was her dad. The man in front of her was none of these things and the words coming out of his mouth were not of the soft voice she recognized. --- ”You don’t understand. They’re not the RSF. They’re not the police! These people are dangerous. They are Benders who train specifically to kill other Benders. Do you get it?” ”It doesn’t matter. Everyone here will be long gone before they tear through my men.” ”That's where you’re failing to understand the situation. You already have two of them in your cam-.” Hunang gave very little warning. The movement of her feet were sharp and stiff. Quick and precise as if it had been practiced a thousand times over. Her hip shifted ever so slightly to the left and her heel followed, sliding an inch over in the dirt and tearing open the ground beneath Katakuri’s feet. The cavity was just wide enough to drop him down to his chest and the sides of the hole were slanted in such a way that his legs became pinned against each other without his feet ever touching the bottom. His arms too were pinned where they had fallen in front of him as thick rock-like cuffs shaped from the earth wrapped themselves around his wrist, forearm and elbow. He couldn’t move, though unbeknownst to Hunang, he was far from helpless even as he was now. ”Daddy!” ”Stay there, Chosah.“ Katakuri ordered the girl not to move from where she was. Archer and Dutchess straightened up and began to bark but they refused to leave Chosah’s side. Hunang's eyes fell on the young girl for a moment and then returned to her captured prize. There was a resemblance, that much she was sure of, but more than that, there in his eyes she recognized a very familiar fire. She’d seen it many times in her prolonged life in the Underground. Everyone who had ever tasted desperation had it. The willingness to do whatever it took for a loved one. Honesty used as currency in exchange for their life or another. Katakuri was being honest and he was desperate enough to search her out, but these did little to quell the inferno that was boiling inside her. ”You fucking people,” she spat. ”You think we don’t know about the Lotus?! I- WE have spent years down here picking up the pieces from every rebellion you’ve torn apart. I know very much what you’re all capable of. I know you lurk in the dark. I know what you are, so trust me when I say I understand that when up against a real threat…” Hunang bent down at the waist, bringing her eyes closer to the man she had half buried in the dirt. Even bent over now as she was, Katakuri still had to look up at her. ”...More of you always show up. Do you understand?” There was a short pause as Katakuri put the pieces together. They’d already been tipped off. All the movement around them was preparation and what they were preparing for wasn’t to simply hold off the LSF while the refugees somehow escaped. They were taking advantage of an opportunity that had landed right in their lap. ”You plan to bury the LSF down here with you.” He shook his head. ”It’s not going to be enough, we have more people.” Hunang straightened out though so did so awkwardly fast. ”Do you watch a lot of Stickball?” ”Neither of us have all day to go back and forth about this so please get to the point.” ”It’s simple. If you remove the best players, you weaken the team. Your people will not be able to recover fast enough to stop what is coming.” ”Which is?” ”Change.” ”How does that work if you’re dead? You will not survive this.” ”I’m not the only player on my team and these peopl-” ”I do not give a damn about you or your team or the filth in that room you call people. I do not care about change. I only care about giving my daughter a chance to live. If that means I have to burn down Ba Sing Se, then so be it.”

⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

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What does that taste like?What does that taste like? ______________________________________________________________________________________________________. SilverPaw    “I am sorry. Everyone. An enemy is on its way. Decide now: run, hide, or prepare yourselves. I will help. Are there…weapons?” Erode    "Look 'round you, dumbshit, Plenty o' spears available, eh?” Exit    A girl vehemently shook her head. ”No. No no. I wouldn’t touch them if I were you,” she warned the concerned angel. ”I don't know if you saw while you were up there but I did... and I just got my arm back.” She wiggled the fingers on her right hand in the air between the both of them. "Never again." As if everything that had come before wasn't strange already, the girl's situation only continued to decline into insanity. So quickly were things happening now that she'd barely had any time to appreciate the restoration of her arm. One moment, the shaman was waxing poetic, looking upon her and her transformed appendage with pity as the scales across her arm began falling away. The next, fire was falling from the sky hot on the heels of a quickly descending angel and from between her normal-again fingers, she watched another one of their group scamper away for a pile of dead bodies. Her middle and ring finger framed the moment the bald headed woman began slipping herself between a number of tangled corpses. Then, just beyond the protective barrier, she too noticed the man with fire covering half his face snatch one of the fireballs out of the air and deposit it into his head. ...What...? She flexed her fingers again, happy to have some form of herself, however unfamiliar it still was, returned to her. Unfortunately, everything she was seeing and experiencing was leaving her increasingly more puzzled than before. In the span of a few minutes, all she'd done was exchange one strange phenomenon with another and yet, she was still no closer to figuring out who or what or even where she was. And even worse, out of all the questions she had; out of the plethora of absolutely important queries she might have given to the shaman, the only one that forced it's way to the top was arguably the least important of them all. ”Does that taste good?!” She asked the man with the fire face, raising her voice just so over the growing roar of open flames. She placed her hands above her head as if there wasn't already a protective barrier above her. As if the fireballs tumbling out of the sky weren’t anything more than a late afternoon drizzle.

Character Sheet. Name. ??? Age. ??? Gender. Female Race. Curse ___________________________.......... Current Appearance. As pictured above. Her right arm is restored. She seems slightly concerned, but also very curious. Location. Ruins of Illium Interactions. ERode & SilverPaw Summary. A nameless girl gets her arm back and fire starts falling from the sky. _ _ _ _ _ _

ᵀʰᵉ Last Avatar. & ᵀʰᵉ Red Lotus. Player Handbook

_{character concept by OddnessApprovedC8}

Age. 27 Gender. Male Residence. Estate in the Upper Ring. Occupation. COO & Board member of Soran Enterprises Element. Fire Form. Water Level. Master Chi. ••• Extra. Knowledge on how to operate synergy pistols. Advanced bending knowledge. Specializes in the bending techniques that deals with lightning. Knowledge of mixed martial arts from participating in clubs while growing up. ______________________________...... _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _	Who are you? What do you want to know about me? I am known to be a professional gentleman in the public eyes, but I could tell you who I truly am. First, I will start simple; I am the eldest son of the Soran family, Katakuri Soran. Currently, my position in the company is as the COO of the Soran Enterprise and Financials company, while my father, Mazu Soran, is the CEO. The main focus of the Soran Enterprise and Financials business is supporting the current economy of Ba Sing Se and brainstorming on how to make it financially better. The stock market and automatic baking are most important to the family, as we specialize in those fields. We are known for supporting the Republic and helping fund the Republic Security Force. With this information, I am glad to say that I will one day take over this company and improve the security on all levels of Ba Sing Se. You are still here. I assume you want to know me more personally? Sigh. All business aside, I have been an individual of research my whole life. I crave to know more about this world and how the people could benefit from inside and outside of these walls. Growing up, I would always sit by my mother's houseplants while studying and thinking about the outside. If people could improve from it. What is your opinion on Benders? In the days of old, bending was beautiful. In current times, bending would be nothing less than destructive. Think of people parading around with abilities, terrorizing the common public with such power. No matter if you were born and raised in the Undergrounds of this city or the Upper ring, you cannot deny that those powers..., those abilities would be used for malicious intent. Humans do not need access to those powers. I am glad they are not widespread anymore. I think it is safer if we do not talk about this in a public area, either. Why are you here? Early on, my family became aware of my powers, which they made an effort to keep a secret from the public. The Lotus Security Force addressed my family and inquired about what might be done about me when I was seven or eight. At the age of fourteen, my family decided to sign me over to the secretive organization while maintaining a benign demeanor in public. The superiors who were responsible for watching over me started to notice my swift instincts of fight or flight as soon as training started; I had fighting instincts. I was determined to survive and complete training as quickly as I could. However, training was anything from simple. My parents always warned me before training that if I didn't win, the Lotus Security Force would eliminate me. I'm not sure if this is true, but I wasn't going to let myself become discouraged and lost. "𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓃𝓉, 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉..." "𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝑜. " "𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉, 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉?" To achieve where I am now, I have trained for countless hours. Being pitted against others and forced into circumstances that, given the choice, the majority of individuals wouldn't dare attempt. Only a small percentage of agents who enroll in the Lotus Security Force get through this course and graduate. I was gladly one of them. A few years ago, I thought about retiring or escaping the Lotus Security Force, but I realized that benders do not belong in the modern age. An incident occurred around this time which cost my fiancée her life and endangered my daughter, Chosah. This was a turning point for why I could not leave the LSF and why I would not leave it. _____________________________________________________________________	Chosah Soran. 4 years old and belongs to a single father named, Katakuri Soran. She lives up in the Upper Ring at the Soran family residence where she spends most of her time playing simple games with friends and family. She tends to be around her grandparents the most, Mazu and Urose. When her father is not around, Chosah seems to cling to her grandmother, Urose. Archer & Dutchess. The Soran family have always fancied dogs in their lives, especially as guards. Rumor has it, you will never see Katakuri without Archer and Duchess. Another rumor is that the Soran family hides behind the official family business. They are not known to be pleasant when you owe them money. __________________________________. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

ᵀʰᵉ Last Avatar. & ᵀʰᵉ Red Lotus. Player Handbook

_{character concept by Mistress DizzyC7}

Age. 22 Gender. Nonbinary Residence. Room provided courtesy of the LSF at their headquarters in the Middle Ring. Occupation. Currently without a cover. Skill. Marksman Discipline. Long-range Knowledge. Master Energy. ••• _______________________________........ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _	Who are you? When Jin turned 16, they attempted to shake up the Ba Sing Se masses as a thief known as the Flying Frog. They had a highly successful 6-month run of the Upper Ring, going from nobody to nightmare. But that which flies, must also fall. Having pissed off too many of the wrong people, they were ultimately captured, red-handed, by the RSF. During questioning, the RSF tried to break Jin, and get them to spill about where the stolen items went. After that was unsuccessful, they were grilled about where their thieving gear came from. A grappling hook, goggles, and smoke bombs were items that didn’t one couldn’t buy from a Lower Ring corner store. When Jin said they made the items, and were deemed not to be lying, they were provided a choice. Spent enough time in prison to equal the cost of items they stole, or join the LSF, a special branch of the military. Jin chose the military. They knew that people from the Lower Ring went to prison and came out changed forever, with restrictions that would follow them for life. And then there were those who went to prison and never came out. At least the military would give them a chance at a job, even if it was working for the wrong side. They nearly died in basic training. Despite being in relatively decent shape, they were also very malnourished. Jin manged to survive through expertly swiped food from the mess hall, as well as pure spite. The second year marked the start of LSF training, and a new course opened for Jin’s life. Skilled graduates from the RSF, some of them handpicked by the brass, were put through a grueling course meant to turn the blunt hammer of a soldier into the precision instrument of a specialist. Their limits were pushed, broken, and reforged. Starvation, sleep deprivation, extreme environments – nothing was off the table. Many hopefuls died in the attempt. Jin continued to live. One night, Jin found a book under their pillow. The cover read “Advanced Mathematical Techniques”, with the initials S.L. Jin read a few pages, and a few pages more… they dreamt of numbers. A day after they finished that book, a new one showed up beneath their pillow. In between the harsh training regiment, Jin’s mind started to expand. Despite a rocky beginning, Jin graduated high in their class, only beaten by one other individual. They were immediately recruited into Captain Dermok’s strike team. They returned to the Lower Ring to find that most of their ‘friends’ had moved on long ago, besides Lady Cho. Lady Cho assumed Jin had been in prison, and Jin kept up the lie. What is your opinion on Benders? I dunno, people who can spit fire, or move wind? One person who keeps coming back to life and can control the core elements of the planet? Sounds too good to be true, don’t it? I don’t really care about ‘em. Sounds like they had it great, being able to do stuff other people can’t just because of bloodlines or whatever. Sounds a whole lot like Upper ring folk to me. Looking down on others just because they got lucky enough to be born special. Good riddance to that shit. The fact is, no one wants ‘em anymore. From what little I remember from school, they weren’t nothin’ but arrogant troublemakers. If I was a Bender – and I damn sure ain’t – I’d keep that to myself. _____________________________________________________________________	The Flying Frog. In another life, the Flying Frog was a source of frustration for some and inspiration for many more, particular for those living in the Lower Ring. So much did they accomplish in so short a time that they became something of a legend. But just as quickly as they rose, so too did they suddenly disappear. To this day, rumors are are still abound about the why. Everything from a sudden betrayal to their crimes finally catching up to them to the Flying Frog riding off into the sunset somewhere beyond the desert. A memorial was erected in their absence and their memory lives on as a piece of the culture of the Underground. Lady Cho. In many ways, Lady Cho is the mother to Jin that they never had. She's raised them since they were young, teaching her every which way to survive in the streets of the Lower Ring and the Underground. Because of this, Jin has spent a lot of time in and around both the Drunken Honeybee and the Zen Stallions, and in this way, the men and women there have become her family... Or were her family. The Synergy Plant explosion and the changes that swept the city afterwards forever changed that. __________________________________. _ _ _

ᵗʰᵉ Last Avatar.

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A TLA Collaboration____A TLA Collaboration _______________________________________________________________________________________________________.. Exit    ”Finally awake huh?” Feyi teased, throwing Reman a wave and a wide grin. Theyra    Reman smiled, “Yeah, I am awake.” He joked and chuckled to himself. Exit    ”Most of the stuff is already loaded. But we’ve brought out some of the guns we had stashed away. I know most of you are Benders but I wasn’t sure which were comfortable with it and I wanted to make sure everyone was armed. Feel free to take your pick.” Theyra    “That is good, and I hope there is room for Mova,” Reman motioned to Mova’s case he was holding. “She should be useful if we need her, that is.” Though I think I will stick with my gun for now, and I will remember that if things get dicey.” Exit    Feyi pulled a rifle off the hood and walked around to the other side of the Jeep before opening the driver door and propping the gun between the front seat and the center console. ”Speaking of Mova,” She began, stepping back around to the hood of the jeep and leaning against it. ”I spoke to Brootus at his shop. He says he could look at the laptop for you and maybe get that thing fixed.” Theyra    “That would be nice Feyi but I do not know but maybe he can fix it despite the bullet hole in it.” Exit    Feyi gave him a nod in reply just as Sumire spoke up again. ”Sleep well, Reman?” She asked, holding a hand up to her brow to block the rising sun from her eyes. Theyra    Turning to Sumire, “Yeah, I did, Sumire, and thanks for asking. My new place here may not be like my old one, but it works for me.” Reman made another smile, "How are you two doing by chance? All ready to go? vietmyke    ”See? Reman’s polite. You should learn from him.” Sumire remarked, elbowing Jin again as the girl beamed brightly at Reman. ”I’m here because I’m a bender, not because I’m polite.” Jin replied sarcastically, as he grabbed the pistol and rifle off the hood of the Kyoshi and holstered the two. He offered Feyi a nod in thanks as he patted the heavy pistol on his belt. ”That being said, airbending doesn’t beat lead- at least as far as lethality goes. Fire or earthbending would’ve been cool-” Jin sighed wistfully, as planted his feet and threw out a pair of punches. ”Fire blasts or big rocks definitely brings the hurt more than a bit of air does. You know what’s crazy? I’d heard of stories of people able to bend multiple elements, I can barely wrap my head around one.” canaryrose    Chu Hua picked up one of the rifles, testing its weight in her hands. Frowning, she put it back and picked up one of the pistols, holstering it as she saw Jin do so, although with a considerably greater amount of care than him. She had lived in the city her whole life- she could throw a good punch, sure, but she had never even used a gun before. … Maybe instead of spending the week doing fuck-all she should have asked Jin for lessons, she thought, but it was a bit late for that. She’d just have to learn as she went. It couldn’t be that hard. Maybe she should’ve taken An’s synergy gun after all. “You mean the Avatar?” Chu asked, leaning against the truck and crossing her arms, trying to ignore the heft of the pistol in her waistband. “They’re like, some kind of bender god or something. There’s only supposed to be one of them at a time, I think? Some weird shit like that.” She tilted her head then, curious. “I would’ve thought you would’ve had more time to practice out in the desert?” Theyra    Reman stopped to pause at the mention of the Avatar. ”The Avatar, I have heard of that but, if such as a bender exists then I have one question, where are they I wonder? Reman crossed his arms, Maybe out in the wasteland perhaps since I doubt they would last long back home. Reman took a deep breath and looked at Jin. ”I know airbending may not be as flashy as the others but, you should practice more to get the hang of it. Who knows, maybe you could learn how to fly.” Reman half joking and half not really sure what an airbender is capable of. vietmyke    ”Flying would be pretty cool.” Jin mused aloud. ”Maybe I'll try that next...” ”But I'm afraid of heights!” Sumire protested. Jin cocked his head in confusion and shook his head. ”... What? But… Anyway, as far as bending goes, I spent most of my life trying to pretend I wasn't one, on account of you know, it being illegal and all. Even out in the desert, there's a lot of eyes, not as many as in the city, but they're still out there. Frankly I'm surprised Mire never sold me out.” Jin shrugged. He did a last quick check of his gear, patting down all his pockets and holster as Sumire jumped onto the tips of her toes to tug the zipper on his pack shut. Unlike their firebender, Jin was almost casually coarse with his firearms- guns were durable bits of gear. As long as one wasn't purposely throwing sand or mud into the barrel or breach, anyway. ”Do we know anything about this forest we're heading for?” Jin asked aloud, not necessarily addressing Feyi particularly, but of their group, she'd be in the know more than the rest of them. Exit    ”Trees.” From somewhere behind them all, Tenet approached, pushing past the small gathering with little regard to where the others stood or if they needed to get out of his way. ”Bear.” He said again. His voice was deep and flat and steady as if every word he spoke were a stone he dropped at everyone’s feet. He strode up to the jeep and pulled open the passenger door before dropping a duffle bag in the footwell. Behind him, a much smaller, more agile looking man followed. He was thin but fit with short black hair and brown eyes and light brown skin that seemed scorched under the desert sun. He wore a weathered green jacket with a white shirt underneath and khakis, although his pants looked as though they’d been strapped to his legs by way of numerous thin fabric wraps. His boots too were tied down. It was as if he were afraid his lower half would undress itself and his clothes would run off without him. Besides the peculiarities of what the man wore, he also had on him a rifle slung over his shoulder and a sword in its scabbard hanging off his hip. ”What the big man here is trying to say is, this forest is dangerous because the animals.” He walked up to Jin and Sumire, throwing one a smile and wink and holding an outstretched hand to the other. ”Although, I hear you Piperunner types know a thing or two about hunting. Makes me glad you decided to come. Name’s Takoa.”

Location. Tu Zin, West Gate Time. Early Morning ___________________________........... Canaryrose as Chu Hua vietmyke as Jin Wei and Sumire Lin Theyra as Reman Xuoshi Exit as Tenet, Takoa and Feyi Sinoh Summary. The group prepares to leave Tu Zin. Prompts. Jin. You do not have the same feeling in your gut that you did the last time you ran into Tenet. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

ᵀʰᵉ Last Avatar. & ᵀʰᵉ Red Lotus. Player Handbook

_{character concept by FiberC6}

Age. 35 Gender. Female Residence. Upper Ring Occupation. Professor at the University of Ba Sing Se Element. Air Form. Air Level. Master Chi. ••• _______________________________....... _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Who are you? My childhood was normal until the age of seven. My parents were both well placed government officials and from families with illustrious histories and high expectations. The Lun family has historically relied on their wits and their reputation for excellent work; they did not have a noble title or great wealth that could carry them, a single disappointing generation could ruin all that they had. Having a Bender inside the family was not an option for them, and so as soon as I turned seven and was old enough that the test was accurate, they administered a test for bending ability; they would do the same for my younger siblings. Unlike them, I was a Bender. What followed next was an extremely loud screaming match between my parents of which I only remember portions of, but my Grandfather’s files have helped me regarding the details. Eventually they stopped shouting about whose side of the family was at fault, if the claim of five hundred years of nonbenders on my father’s side was false, how their admittedly far-fetched dream of having me grow up to marry a certain young prince was now completely impossible and worked on a course of action. They explored whether they could go to the RSF without any public exposure or if they should simply try to handle the matter in the privacy of their own home and concoct a story about a tragic accident, but then my Grandfather mentioned another option, one he learned about when he received the security clearances necessary for his term as Minister of Economy, Trade, and Industry: The LSF. All was arranged for my parents, the paperwork for my trip to “boarding school” was produced, and if I died they were assured that all of the official records would say nothing of the actual circumstances. The years in training were unpleasant; I am told I cried a lot at first, more than most, but also that I displayed a commendable amount of endurance and malleability. I recall them comparing me to wet clay. After training they determined other ways that I could be useful. At the time there was a classified project inside the RSF to catalog the old spiritual works of the benders, and I was invited to join them. It was a welcome change, and all of those hours inside the classified library are times I look back fondly on, especially as my relationship with my parents never fully recovered. My work proved useful when a new directive came from the highest levels of the government; a plan to replace the previous official policy of total censorship regarding the works of the past with an effort to develop a counter-narrative. They laid out a plan for my adult life; I would be the intellectual spearhead of this movement, a philosophical wunderkind. It went exactly as expected; my first published work was a scathing and authoritative analysis of Bender spirituality, immediately it was hailed as the definitive treatment of the topic. More acclaim followed, I became a staple of televised debates, my books reached the bestseller lists, and my rise in the philosophy department at the University of Ba Sing Se has been one of the fastest in the long history of the college. I broadened my horizons, producing works of moral philosophy that argued for a new, modern system based on utilitarian concerns, creating the Doing What We Can charitable foundation, which is committed to using its money towards whatever cause would save the most lives per Yuan, and marrying an equally fast rising law professor. In all outward respects, my life has been a success, my Husband and I are constant fixtures at prestigious social gatherings, I have humiliated my philosophical opponents in public debates, and I live in a lovely house in the upper ring that’s only downside is having to commute to the middle ring when it is time to teach classes. None of this matters, none of this can make me happy. I have a two thousand page manuscript sitting unfinished where I am to defend notions that I have long stopped believing, obsolete ideas like objective truth and free will. It doesn’t matter how many people tell me I am right if I don’t believe it myself, if I can’t see the world as anything except a collection of particles. I feel like I would be happier without the fame, without the prestige, if I could just go back to those days where I sat all by myself in the classified library. My marriage is one without love, it lumbers onward sustained by sheer inertia, neither I nor my husband invest any intimacy or care in it. I suspect he finds it elsewhere, while I learn to do without except for the rare moments of daydreaming of another relationship. The only thing I can say I truly like is teaching, whether it is instructing Ba Sing Se’s finest at the university, or helping to sharpen the next batch of LSF, there is something satisfying about shaping someone’s mind and seeing them grow. What is your opinion on Benders? I would like to preface this by saying that I am well versed in the philosophical works of the Bender era. I have read the religious and philosophical works of six Avatars, along with the spiritual works of Guru Pathik, Guru Laghima, Tenzin, Katara, Iroh, Zaheer, Unalaq, and Jinora and many other important works. I would venture to say that I have read more comprehensively on this subject than anyone else known to the public (I acknowledge to possibility there may be some with greater knowledge who aren’t yet known). I have found all of these works to be wanting and inferior to modern philosophy, full of untruths and sloppy logic. I find more value in analyzing their words as an insight into primitive psychology and anxieties rather than taking them as serious attempts to answer philosophical questions. Those words were about the Bender’s philosophical system, but I am equally hostile towards the act of Bending. The legacy of Benders has been one of strife, inequality, and a feebleminded worldview that destroys any hope of progress. Bending is simply incompatible with a modern society, one that guarantees welfare for all and finds truths that were obscured by old superstitions. I say this without any malice to individual Benders; I will even admit our present system is excessively cruel. I wish that I could persuade all of them to see what is at stake so that would give up voluntarily, and even if there are some who cannot be swayed, I want their neutralization to be swift and without any suffering. This is the cost of the modern world, where modern agriculture and medicine have saved more lives than even the greatest Avatars, and one that surely has even more wonders we have yet to see. Perhaps tomorrows scientists shall abolish death, put joy in a pill or find a way to download ten thousand minds into a device the size of a pebble. Will there be a moment when we have found the last answer, when there is no mystery left in the world? I don’t know, but the present system is the only thing that has any hope of reaching that goal. That alone means that there is no cost I would not bear to uphold it. _____________________________________________________________________

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Synergy i1 Synergy Radiation i2 Zen i3 Spirit Water i4 _ _____________________________................. _

- Glossary of Terms. Literature providing some small insight into the more important aspects of the world of The Last Avatar. Some knowledge is limited as much of the information was removed after the Republic's victory. What remains is brief at times, but further information can be found elsewhere if one knows where to look. This list will be updated as our world expands and our knowledge of it is filled in. . . . . . . . . . . Synergy. i1 A form of energy derived from the spirit world, once used by one Kuvira to terrorize Republic City. The Moon family, owners of SynEn, were able to refine the process for its collection, becoming the City's sole provider of clean energy and catapulting them to a level of wealth matched only by the likes of Sato and Varricks. All spirit energy is harnessed from the spirit portal located in what was previously Republic City. Both of the North and South portals were closed after the war and are no longer accessible. Synergy weapons utilize SynEn batteries and fire bolts of superheated plasma as opposed to kinetic projectiles from conventional firearms. These are usually only carried by security personnel of the Upper Ring. They are capable of piercing through most materials besides platinum. Synergy was also utilized heavily in the creation of the bombs built by the Republic and used during the war. The scars left behind in the wake of their destruction are still seen today and many of the areas touched by these weapons remain uninhabited. _ Synergy Radiation. i2 What is known of this phenomenon is limited at best. An effect left behind from high-yield synergy bombs that is densest around the former bending nation capital's. It is widely believed that being exposed to large amounts of it, or a small amount over a long period of time, will lead to a deterioration of the mind. It is also believed that many of the stranger fauna existing in the wild originate from here. What still exists in the center of these zones, if anything at all, has yet to be discovered though many have attempted to find out. None have returned. Short excursions into and through these zones can be made and are. As such, the outskirts of these areas have been thoroughly explored and picked clean for supplies. After some distance away from the 'safe zone', survivor made signs discourage traveling any further. There is no radiation poisoning resulting from use of synergy handguns or any technology utilizing the energy, presently. Zen. moth i3 A psychoactive street drug named for its lethargic hallucinatory highs. Known for being an especially trashy street-drug, "Zen-Men" are stereotypically thieves or beggars. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Spirit Water. i4 Normally only found in the Spirit World, this special water is naturally infused with spiritual energy and was once widely used in many applications of healing. Since the war, there are no known, publicly available springs and because there is no access to the Spirit World, none of this water has been collected in a century. Despite this, a version of this water has been created in the physical world and is used in medicine and beauty today, usually exclusively in the Upper Ring. Baths of the water can be drawn, for a price, where submerging the body can purportedly slow the aging process. Many doctors use the water during procedures to assist in the healing process or as a pain reliever. For those practicing its use outside the confines of strict regulation by the Republic, some of this water can be bought in the Lower Ring, where it's crudely made from energy stolen from cracks in the pipes feeding the Synergy Storage Facility. It's cheaper and works just as well although its use comes with the risk of drawing attention from the RSF. Those looking for an easy bounty from turning in a suspected bender will oftentimes target those who are known to use the water. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________

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Unye t1 Thirsty Cactus t2 Platinum Blade t3 Xio Garage t4 Tinker Tang t5 Sarah Xio t6 _ ______________________________.............. _

_ Tu Zin. A settlement in the Wilds located just beyond the Si Wong Desert. Originally a ghost town during the days of Avatar Aang, Tu Zin saw a small revitalization during the time of Avatar Korra. It's position on the edge of the desert made it an ideal stop for travelers attempting a crossing. Eventually, enough people would gather here that development on the town began anew, and the ghost town of Tu Zin would once again become a place that many would call home. During the Great War, the still growing town was left mostly untouched. Ignored for it's remote location and small population, many survivors in the surrounding areas, most notably the nearby city of Gao Ling, would flock here for safety. Today, Tu Zin is one of the largest settlements in the wilds and has become a well known destination in most circles surviving outside the walls of Ba Sing Se. It is regularly visited by both those seeking shelter and those who would wish to make the settlement their own. It's position nestled between a desert, an ocean and a dead city nearby has also kept it out of The Republic's eye, allowing it to flourish and become one of the last havens for Benders anywhere. The leader of this settlement is a man that goes by the name of Unye, an Earthbender. _ _ Unye. t1 The current leader of Tu Zin. The story goes like this: Tu Zin, desperate for a way to better protect itself from raiders and dark spirits, sought the help of a Bender. Because so few existed and there had at one point been no Benders in the settlement, Tu Zin chased rumors that purposeful exposure to synergy radiation had the rare side effect of gifting bending. A group was sent to the nearby ruins of Gao Ling, an area typically avoided due to high synergy radiation and large groups of 'the Frenzy'. Their goal was the center of the city and while it was said that they all reached their goal, only Unye made it all the way back. When he returned to the settlement, he revealed himself to be an Earthbender. Since then, he's been the leader of the settlement, helping to keep it and its people safe as well as drawing the attention of other Benders seeking a safe place to call home. He's held this position for nearly two decades. It's speculated that although he's been around for quite a long time, he maintains his young appearance by some form of advanced Earthbending, though he neither confirm nor denies the allegations. The Thirsty Cactus. t2 Not the only drinking hole in Tu Zin but by far the most popular. Situated near the center of Tu Zin at the edge of one of the squares, it sees patronage at nearly all hours of the day and is frequently packed with locals and those who travel the road. The drinks are hard and the food is great, or great as far as food is concerned in the Tu Zin. The bar and dining area are on the main floor which sees several hands helping to serve those patrons seeking shelter and food inside. The two floors above are comprised of additional rooms that can be rented overnight. The entire establishment is run by a man named Linus. Linus keeps his ears to the ground while keeping his customer's bellies full and whistles wet. He knows anything and everything about what's going on, and not just in the settlement. He does regular business with couriers from on the road, often trading a meal for the latest news or gossip. If there is something you want to know, there's some work you want to pick up or even a message you want to get out to others, checking in with Linus is usually a good first step. _ The Platinum Blade. t3 Owned and operated by Barkus Tang. The Platinum Blade is Tu Zin's one stop shop for all manner of weaponry, be it a blade or a gun. Despite its name, however, Barkus does not actually own nor does he sell any blades or guns forged from platinum. Unfortunately for him, the material is extremely rare to come across in the Wilds as it must either be processed, impossible outside Ba Sing Se, or salvaged. The same can be said for him and synergy guns. He can and does have the capacity to charge synergy batteries. Barkus, along with his brother Brootus, left Ba Sing Se years ago in the hopes of creating for themselves a better life than one under the shadow of the Republic. They took a chance, betting on survivors outside the walls of Ba Sing Se and chased after rumors of Tu Zin. Their gamble paid off when they made it to the settlement and together, they successfully opened up shop. _ _ Xio Garage. t4 Garage that was owned by the late Tikaani Xio. Ownership has recently be transferred back to his father, Taka Xio. Xio Garage mostly services the vehicles used by Tu Zin in patrols and hunting excursions and salvages most of the parts they use in repairs from abandoned vehicles dotting all over their corner of the former Earth Kingdom continent. They have a wide range of knowledge in all things mechanical and due to the nature of their work, specialize specifically in vehicular modifications for hostile encounters. Seeing as how room as has recently opened up due to a staggering loss during the last desert crossing, a spot has been made permanently available for Jin's Kyoshi should he choose to park his vehicle there. _ _ Tinker Tang. t5 Owned and operated by Brootus Tang. When both he and his brother set up shop, Barkus became the settlement's weaponsmith while Brootus brought with him his years of experience in Lower Ring prosthesis installment and wearable technology. He's good with the tech, although due to a lack of help and skill in a very specific area, he cannot install the more advance prosthetics available which typically require invasive surgery. Sarah refuses to lend a hand in this regard. Besides playing with gadgets, he's also good at general repairs. If something besides a car, a gun or a broken heart needs fixing, Brootus is the one to see. For prosthetics, a consultation is usually the first step. The second is typically a list of hard to find items he'll need. _ _ _ Sarah Xio. t6 The settlement doctor of many years and wife to Taka. She's made her living helping improve the physical and sometimes mental lives of those around her, as best she can. She's limited by her experience, her knowledge gained mostly from whatever books smuggled out of the city and the lessons passed down to her from her mother who was once a Waterbending healer. Despite having to scrape up the knowledge wherever she could find it, she's become renown for her skill and care. She uses an abundance of natural remedies that produce real results and when she can get her hands on it, can use spirit water for healing to great effect. Sarah cannot bend, but she has claimed that while she does not possess the gifts her mother did, she can still 'feel' or sense the pain. See where it is and help guide it away. _ _ ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________

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Age. 26 Gender. Female Residence. Chu Hua owns an apartment in the Middle Ring and a home for her family in the Upper Ring. However, she has fled Ba Sing Se and currently resides in the settlement of Tu Zin. Occupation. Formerly a professional Stickball Player. Element. Fire Form. Fire Level. • Chi. • ______________________________........ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _	Who am I? The best stickball player in Ba Sing Se. Well, that might be a bit ambitious. Let’s go with… best on my team. That works. I’m the best attacker that the Middle Ring Badgermoles have had in ages, and I’m famous for it. I love my job. I love the game, my fans, and yes, the money. Who doesn’t love money? I’ve been able to provide for me, my family, and my fiancée with everything I bring in. And they love me. I am loved. I am the perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect soon-to-be wife. I wouldn’t trade my life right now for the world. I have everything I could ever want. I’m a family woman. I have two younger sisters, a mother, and a father. But our family is growing. Next fall, I’m marrying my current fiancée and the love of my life- An Tamura. She’s perfect. Everything I’m not. Wicked smart, mostly, but also beautiful and hilarious. She gets tired of following me through my busy life, I can tell, but she’s never complained. She’s always supported me, even though she has a job of her own- working for the government at SynEn. I love An. I love family. I love my house, the little garden that runs along the front porch. My job, my teammates. I have a life that many could never dream of. But what if there was something that could ruin my perfect life? Something that would doom me and my family forever? There is. I’m a… No. No, I won’t say it. But I have a secret, and if it gets out, my life will be ruined. Everything I have worked for my entire life will fall into flames. Is it wrong of me that I still feel compelled to do what I never should? What is my opinion on Benders? Evil. Monsters. The bender will never stop destroying until they are destroyed. The world will never be at peace until they are finally gone. That’s what I’ve been taught, at least. Bender is a dangerous word to say in this city, even around those you love. It’s terrifying. It even scares me a bit, too. When I was a child, going through a box of old things in the far back of the gym, I found a tape. It was unlabelled and ancient. Later that night, I found an old video player and popped it in in my room, alone. Imagine my surprise when it was… bending. A pro-bending match, from the old Republic City. I should’ve been revolted, should’ve thrown it away immediately. But I was 12. I was fascinated. I watched and rewatched that old tape in secret for years, prying up a piece of my floorboard to make sure no one ever saw it. I had never seen someone bend before. It was… beautiful. I’ve always been an adrenaline junkie- it’s something I can’t deny. This was just like stickball but better. Watching those tapes, doing something forbidden, gave me such a rush. I didn’t end up finding another tape until I was 15, when I finally summoned the courage to venture into the Underground with some of my rowdier classmates to find one. It cost a lot of money, but I found it. And now? Well. I still collect the tapes, still watch them. Pro-bending is fascinating. It’s an expression of violence, sure, but it’s done as a form of sport. And just watching them can’t be that awful of a crime, right? But the other secrets I hold… those are the kinds of things that could get me killed. I’m… it’s hard to say. Terrifying. But I think I’m a Firebender. Gods. Isn’t that the kind of thing that would ruin my life? Of course I would be. Of course. But I can’t be a monster if I don’t use it, right? And I don’t. But sometimes… Sometimes it gets hard to hold back the heat. _____________________________________________________________________	An Tamura. Chu's fiancé and the current Director of Operations at SynEn. She has been supportive of Chu's lifestyle, both past and present, to the point that she's put her own life and freedom on the line to help Chu escape Ba Sing Se. As of now, An is assisting Vyska in her search for the Avatar and hoping that by some miracle, she will avoid serving time behind bars. Kanna Wu. Chu's ex and number one rival. Kanna was ranked best in the league, thanks to her carrying her team to a championship win during the last season. When the explosion at the Synergy storage facility rocked Ba Sing Se, she surprisingly put her differences aside to help Chu escape the city. She did not make it to Tu Zin alive. Her mother, Lisa Wu, disappeared two weeks before the explosion. __________________________________.... _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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There's a lot that I'm doing, but one of the things I still really want to do is develop some kind of tangible combat system. If anyone has experience and happens upon this, let me know.

Notes:
Avatar Combat.

Elements. Branches. Upgrades.

Chi for energy.

I think I need to introduce stats.

Stance should adjust stat and moves.
Element should have base stat and basic moves.
Switching stance and opens up more moves.
Locking a stance opens subbending.

Can use elements to block

Fire
dmg Bonus

Dex Str Spirit

Water
Healing.

Earth
Str? Defense.

Air
Dex? Dodge

E.Water + S. Earth = Ice
E.Water + S. Earth (Lock) = Waterbomb into steam.

E.Water + S.Water = Larger volume?
E.Water + S.Water (Lock) = Bloodbending

E.Water + S.Air = Mist. Fog. Gas.
E.Water + S.Air (Lock) = Healing

stashing an old code thing here

𝖙 𝖍 𝖊 𝖈 𝖆 𝖘 𝖙

ᵗ ʰ ᵉ ᶜ ᵃ ˢ ᵗ

To be updated.

𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗 𝖘 𝖍 𝖊 𝖊 𝖙

ᶜ ʰ ᵃ ʳ ᵃ ᶜ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ ˢ ʰ ᵉ ᵉ ᵗ

To be updated.

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