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Jenu

Jenu

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Age: ??

Appearance: Jenu is very tall and thin, though these facts are hidden by his usual baggy clothing. He has pale skin and dark brown hair that is worn in a very short style. He has a thin face with piercing blue eyes and a small nose. The tattoos from his years in the southern air temple are still present, though he hides them with face-masking clothing. He wears baggy robes, seemingly constructed of a multitude of different colored fabric, tied at the wrists and ankles, with many compartments and pockets for the tools of his trade, a hood over his head. and with a featureless wooden mask to hide his identity. He wears brown gloves and black boots with open toes. Under his robes he wears leather armor.

Faction: Mercenary.

Bender Category: Air

Bio: Jenu's history is a mystery to everyone but himself, as he isn't exactly the type to share. An orphan, placed on a small raft and sent adrift, Jenu washed up on the shores of the Southern Air Temple, where he was taken in and raised among the monks. Jenu was raised in the beliefs of the Air Temple's monks, but never quite took to truly believing in them. He grew into a talented airbender and was accepted into the ranks of the Air Temple's many monks, but he grew angry at them due to a belief that their pacifist ways were holding them back, and that they could be much stronger than they were if they gave up on their foolish idealism. He especially feared the Fire Nation, who were always more militarized and xenophobic than the rest of the world, even if they were mostly peaceful.

Jenu's continued paranoia and anger at the monks lead him to leave the temple at a young age, fleeing atop a sky bison which he then abandoned to avoid being identified by his old family. Jenu wandered the Earth Kingdom for a number of years, improving his bending and eventually disappearing into the wilderness. This was the last that the Air Nomads ever heard of him.

A mercenary became known for his talent in assassination and combat a few years later. Unwilling to divulge his name, he became known as "The Man in the Wooden Mask". This man, alongside his saber-tooth moose lion companion, was often hired by The Order to act on wet work and other missions seen as below them. More recently, he was contracted to search out and kill the Avatar before they became any stronger, with an attached mission of killing anyone who was helping the Avatar for continuing to perpetuate a broken cycle.

Personality: Jenu isn't exactly talkative, and his title of "The Man in the Wooden Mask" is fairly indicative of his ability to share details of his past or identity. What can be seen of him is that he is very professional in all aspects of his life. He always sees a contract through, and never fails in his duty, relentlessly pursuing any target he is given. He is seemingly quite confident in his ability, often stating "You cannot evade me" to fleeing targets. He never seems to grow angry or impatient, and he rarely lets any emotion enter his voice. His goals only align to his contract, and he seems to have no personal wishes other than money. He seems to have a hatred of fire-benders, who he acts far more brutally towards than any other target.

Family/Relationships: A "tame" Saber-tooth moose lion.

Other: Jenu's main utilization of airbending is to send a pair of daggers through the air towards his target, almost as relentless in their pursuit as he is. He is talented in hand-to-hand combat and seems rather comfortable on a battlefield.

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@Jones Sparrow Awesome

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@Jones Sparrow Hey you forgot me!

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I'll change to an airbender actually, I didn't realize how many Earthbenders there were.

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Jenu

Jenu

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Age: ??

Appearance: Jenu is very tall and thin, though these facts are hidden by his usual baggy clothing. He has pale skin and dark brown hair that is worn in a very short style. He has a thin face with piercing blue eyes and a small nose. The tattoos from his years in the southern air temple are still present, though he hides them with face-masking clothing. He wears baggy robes, seemingly constructed of a multitude of different colored fabric, tied at the wrists and ankles, with many compartments and pockets for the tools of his trade, a hood over his head. and with a featureless wooden mask to hide his identity. He wears brown gloves and black boots with open toes. Under his robes he wears leather armor.

Faction: Mercenary.

Bender Category: Air

Bio: Jenu's history is a mystery to everyone but himself, as he isn't exactly the type to share. An orphan, placed on a small raft and sent adrift, Jenu washed up on the shores of the Southern Air Temple, where he was taken in and raised among the monks. Jenu was raised in the beliefs of the Air Temple's monks, but never quite took to truly believing in them. He grew into a talented airbender and was accepted into the ranks of the Air Temple's many monks, but he grew angry at them due to a belief that their pacifist ways were holding them back, and that they could be much stronger than they were if they gave up on their foolish idealism. He especially feared the Fire Nation, who were always more militarized and xenophobic than the rest of the world, even if they were mostly peaceful.

Jenu's continued paranoia and anger at the monks lead him to leave the temple at a young age, fleeing atop a sky bison which he then abandoned to avoid being identified by his old family. Jenu wandered the Earth Kingdom for a number of years, improving his bending and eventually disappearing into the wilderness. This was the last that the Air Nomads ever heard of him.

A mercenary became known for his talent in assassination and combat a few years later. Unwilling to divulge his name, he became known as "The Man in the Wooden Mask". This man, alongside his saber-tooth moose lion companion, was often hired by The Order to act on wet work and other missions seen as below them. More recently, he was contracted to search out and kill the Avatar before they became any stronger, with an attached mission of killing anyone who was helping the Avatar for continuing to perpetuate a broken cycle.

Personality: Jenu isn't exactly talkative, and his title of "The Man in the Wooden Mask" is fairly indicative of his ability to share details of his past or identity. What can be seen of him is that he is very professional in all aspects of his life. He always sees a contract through, and never fails in his duty, relentlessly pursuing any target he is given. He is seemingly quite confident in his ability, often stating "You cannot evade me" to fleeing targets. He never seems to grow angry or impatient, and he rarely lets any emotion enter his voice. His goals only align to his contract, and he seems to have no personal wishes other than money. He seems to have a hatred of fire-benders, who he acts far more brutally towards than any other target.

Family/Relationships: A "tame" Saber-tooth moose lion.

Other: Jenu's main utilization of airbending is to send a pair of daggers through the air towards his target, almost as relentless in their pursuit as he is. He is talented in hand-to-hand combat and seems rather comfortable on a battlefield.

Right, here's an airbender for review, I'll fix any problems if they are brought up.

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I'm interested, I'll begin work on a CS.

The Chronicles of Irenaea [Always Open] [Historiograhy-Based] [Low-Commital]

The Horn Wars
High Elder Supreme Commander Keratas Blackmane Horntower (120-140)

I have taken this opportunity to record of the first wars in the history of the grand Windbeach Republic, where it firmly established its rightful place in the world. The seed for the wars were sown in the Republic's very foundation. The southernmost Windbeach regions of the Chiefdom of Baldugtagee had long been an area of conflict, the population of this area spoke Aedrian, or at least what was considered kin enough to Aedrian for the population to be infuriated with the Chiefdom's insistence on one official language. Great Elder Sandsplitter Deltis Goniger the Father, born of this region but granted nobility through service to the House of Baldug, argued intensely for the freedom of these Aedrian-speaking populations, and through skilled rhetoric, managed to peacefully assure Windbeach's freedom, but not as a Chiefdom, but as a glorious republic,
the first of its kind.

In the years that followed, intense statecraft was necessary to establish the principles of this new nation, while continuing cordial relations with their northerly neighbor. By time's blessing, finally we were given of godly splendor, the laws of Windbeach. Many grand rulers were given the milk of power in this time, but none were corrupted or desiring of more. All were happy, and all was ordered.

The years passed by ever faster, however, and Windbeach was not to have the world pass by without interaction. The year 100 was to have a new concern be raised in the debate halls, the "Unequal Border" as called by the militant Red-Hand faction. These men stated that the borders agreed upon by the House of Baldug had robbed Windbeach of lands holding imprisoned Aedrian-speaking populations, with the most notable of these being the Horn of Galimbor across the Deres Bay, among the southernmost points in the Baldugtagee Kingdom. The Galimborans had been long divided into two groups, those with ancestry in Baldugtagee, and those of Aedrian descent. The former in the practice of farming in the interior of the horn, the latter kind living on the coasts in large urban cities and serving as an important part of the Chiefdom's workforce. These people had long since desired greater recognition of their ancient tongue, long denied by the House of Baldug. The secession of the Windbeach Republic lit a fire in the bellies of the more militant among these folk, who began desiring either greater autonomy or full freedom like their southern cousins.

This militant group, wrapped in the twine of fate, desired a name for their movement, deciding quickly, they proclaimed themselves the Aedrian Brotherhood, and stated that no reconciliation would be had, their ultimatum was as thus; "There will be no tongue of Aedria left in the Horn of Galimbor that cannot create those beautiful words as stated by our ancestors those many years ago." This ultimatum, accompanied with blade and scepter, was delivered upon the lap of Elder Chief Goodberry. The Elder, knowing that the loss of Galimbor meant the loss of his manufacturing, dispatched his army to clear up any rebel sentiment. This action infuriated the Red Hand, lead by Elder Keratas Horntower. Horntower demanded that High Elder Gulgenamon Thraythorin take action against the House of Baldug. Gulgenamon knew that the Windbeach army was nowhere near prepared for war with the house, stalled a declaration, instead instituting the foundation of a sweeping army reform meant to prepare for war by the year 125. The people, swayed by Horntower's speeches, voted Gulgenamon out of office before his reforms could fully be input, Horntower immediately halting them and preparing for mobilization.

Horntower sailed to Galimbor, where the Aedrian Brotherhood had managed to seize control of the government through shadow deals and puppets in the nobility. Meeting with these Aedrian folk, he prepared a plan for annexation of the peninsula with the blessing of the Brotherhood's puppet regime. The Brotherhood, now knowing that they were to be free, halted their shadow dealings and put into action what some would describe as a coup, not knowing the fact that the Brotherhood already held the Chiefs in their able hands. New Chief of Baldugtagee, Yadam, set out a decree, stating that the Brotherhood's actions were a clear declaration of war by the Windbeach Republic, and marshaled the Baldugtagee forces to the southern borders.

This first war was short and rather dull, so I shall avoid discussing it in detail here. In short, the Windbeach militia failed horrifically against the prepared and trained Baldug army. A multitude of short battles were fought, where the Windbeach militia did manage to inflict heavy damage to the House of Baldug, suggesting the war was winnable, but the forces of House Baldug were greater in both number and talent, and the Windbeach army was soundly defeated, the capital seized in under a year. The peace terms were kind, only asking for a return of Galimbor to Baldug hands, and demanding the exile of Keratas Horntower. Both demands were carried out despite heavy groaning from the Elder council.

An interregnum was declared before an emergency election could be held, but before it could be held, Horntower returned, accepted by the Elder council and the people despite his failure in the war due to his exceptional rhetoric. Horntower did not however reclaim his title, stating that he would not be High Elder again until the people of Windbeach chose him. In the interim, he was granted the title Supreme Commander, head of the government in times of crisis or during an interregnum, and chief military commander outside of these situations. Horntower, after his re-election, became the first High Elder to have two terms in the position, and also the first to be both High Elder and Supreme Commander. Having learned from his earlier defeat, Horntower spent weeks in isolation, leaving the government's daily business to the able hands of the Council or Elders. Horntower and his generals prepared a plan of action to defeat the House of Baldug and avenge their earlier defeat after a year at work, and Horntower returned to the daily running of the government.

It was many years before Horntower made his move. In the time since the first war, the Horn of Galimbor had been heavily militarized in an attempt to curb rebellion, but a freak manure explosion lead to a heavy crackdown on all Aedrian Galimborans. Unable to remain silent, the Aedrian Brotherhood was re-established and their leader declared that a civil war had begun. Horntower had been waiting for an opportunity like this, and declared war to reclaim the lost territories. The Windbeach forces, still as poorly-trained as before, made a hellish march to the north, at speeds comparable to an eagle diving with the support of the winds. The Windbeach militia passed right by the Baldugtagee army and seized the capital in an impressive assault. The Chief, however, was nowhere to be found. Immediately the returning force besieged their own castle, trapping the Windbeach army within. A subsequent sally cost both sides half their force. The Windbeach military retreated into the forests to lick their wounds, supported by the forces of the Aedrian Brotherhood.

The war played out with a multitude of further battles, with the Windbeach army attacking from the forests and the forces of House Baldug repelling them, having equal knowledge of the forests as the Aedrian Brotherhood. The final battle of Hurica was a hard-fought one, both sides fought under a hail of arrows, charging through the forests and battling in a disorganized melee in lines a man thick. Finally, the Baldugtagee center broke due to a surprise charge by an Aedrian Brotherhood cavalry troop, and the Windbeach army pushed through and enveloped the forces of house Baldug, nigh-annihilating them despite heavy loss on their own side.

The subsequent peace granted the Windbeach Republic the Horn of Galimbor in perpetuity, much to the delight of the Aedrian Brotherhood, who celebrated in the streets and held their new countrymen in long embrace, holding them for long into the evening. The dead were mourned solemnly, with the High Elder himself coming out to bless them for serving alongside their countrymen in a war that would free hundreds. One woman, having been separated from her father due to the original borders, met with him again in tears, and she came before the High Elder, who barely managed to hold himself from crying. The man had been slain in the fighting, and the woman came before Horntower cradling his body. Horntower would later employ this woman as a personal servant, ensuring that she was able to live like a noble for the rest of her life, it was the least he could do for one who'd lost so much in the name of a cause so noble.

Elder Wolfbane Golra Horicuxis

The Chronicles of Irenaea [Always Open] [Historiograhy-Based] [Low-Commital]

The Massacre of the Horselord Clan
Chief Jannum Planesrunner Horselord the Avenger (13 - 73)

Jannum Horserider, "The Avenger" as called by the riders, "The Child" as called by the elders, had done not but bring an end to the murderer Gultuk Bronzespear and do battle with the Bronzespear scion Redrider by the day he survived sixty turnings of the seasons, the lands of Clan Horselord had grown twofold at the expense of the Redrider horses, yet the menfolk and horses had only shrunk in number.

Jannum let resenting froth grow from his lips at the very mention of peace-talking with the Bronzespears, they who had slayed his father and taken his corpse to strengthen their magics. One notably rage-fueled outburst involved the slashed throat of a young rider and the subsequent removal of all others from his tent. His fury had yet to tire by the time a flame was pushing its way through our encampment. It was clear to all minds nay that of the chief that the battles were not to finally conclude until the last man from either land had accepted his place among the gods.

That day was to reach us sooner than the witches could discern.

Eye Thirdborn Gravewalker, former Horselord soldier and Ward of Elder Chief Goodberry Thorncrown Baldug of Baldugtagee, 73

The Horselord camp had been set at a valley between two great cliffs. Jannum spoke upon his tribe that night. Said he, "The Bronzespear clan may wish to have their revenge upon us, but they shall fail, not once have I been forced from a battlefield, and never shall I, The Bronzespears may claim among them ride men of Aedria, but the truth is known to us, Darius the Sunwalker has withdrawn his support, their weapons of iron and steel, their blessings from the heathen gods and their feigned superiority have all been withdrawn with him."
The Avenger clenched his fist before us, his figure brought to prominence by the sun's gold.

It was then that a stale appeared buried within his very eye, wine of the human soul pouring from the wound,
illuminated gold by the sun behind him. The chief's cries drowned in a sea of battle-cries from east and west.
Blades flew from sheathes, but all were too slow, horseflesh met man and storms of human forms, men, women,
and even their child kin. Screams flew through the sky! Blood covered my very eyes! The horror was immeasurable! I freed myself from a snare of limb and corpse only to witness Chief Jannum's arm removed from his shoulder.

It was the son of Chief Bronzespear who had charged alone across the bloodied field. Driving his blade relentlessly against Chief Jannum's guard. Jannum had been by far the better bladesman, yet his eye, pulled from its socket in a moment of rage due to the arrow that had destroyed it, cost him his swordsmanship, and the younger man took his chance with a single strike, sawing through the man's limb, which morphed and jittered as if made of liquid due to the sword sliding through it. Finally it explosively flew into the blue above, coating the battlefield in a wave of the gods' chosen's very life-force. Another slice and Jannum's remaining eye popped like a squished grape.

Jannum collapsed to the ground then, falling slowly and silently, his eyes lost as to the color that had once been in them, his mouth hanging low as he hit the ground, letting out a cry of agony loud enough for the gods themselves. The Bronzespearling hefted his blade up once more, standing over the prone chief like the mountains to the south standing over the Great Steppe. With a sudden motion, he drove his blade down and struck deep into the Horselord Chief's body, striking him down. How cowardly the assault! Children ripped from their mother's bosoms and dashed across the ground like stones across a stream. Startled and riderless horses ran across the now flaming huts of the fallen men of Clan Horselord.

It was long before the Bronzespears were done picking through the shattered corpses of the Horselord dead.
Very few had escaped with their lives. I was among them. I fled north, into the very jungles, clutching my maimed hand as it dangled limply from my wrist. I found myself among the wood structures of house Baldug, and I was attended to, and to whom I am currently dictating of my tale. If there is any justice in this world, House Bronzespear shall be cast from this world before the morrow dawns, and I shall be there to desecrate their grave.

Eye Thirdborn Gravewalker, former Horselord soldier and Ward of Elder Chief Goodberry Thorncrown Baldug of Baldugtagee, 73

Epic City: Starburst

@Old Amsterdam

Edward nodded at Alex's insinuation that he couldn't challenge the masked... woman he guessed. He knew that to be true, his power was all in his physical ability, and it didn't seem like he could attack without a weakness.

"No name that I know of, and you're right, I can't beat her alone, so you know what?" He tossed aside his chair and crossed his arms "I won't challenge her."

It took a lot to swallow his pride and admit he stood no chance here, not that that fact meant that he would so easily give up.

"I want to go with, I'm not just going to let the fun start without me," he commented with a smile, he stepped forwards and tapped his head. "This baby processes information faster than anyone else on the planet, I can be a hell of a detective when I want to be. How do you think I found out about her in less than a day?"

He chuckled, his smile fading a few seconds later. He sighed and turned away.

"You know what? You're right, I have no place here, I'm going home, I need to think on the nature of revenge..." He then realized that as he was turned away, Alex had no idea what he was saying. He turned back and opened his mouth to repeat himself, but he just sighed and covered his face with a hand.

"Never mind, it's fine, go, I'll see you when you've found a way to stop her," he stated with a frown on his face. He shot to the edge of the building and looked down over the city, still hung up about Nudd's death. "The nature of revenge"? What was he thinking? It was just him worrying about nothing, he should be fine. But he wasn't fine, he felt anxious, like he had to go do something to keep his mind off of it.

Stop being an angsty teenager, Edward, get over it.

His attempts to convince himself only made him feel worse, and he sighed anxiously as he continued thinking.

Epic City: Starburst

@Old Amsterdam

To Edward it was like he had fallen asleep just as he connected with the kick, and he awoke suddenly falling to the ground in a heap. He sat up as the epic again threatened him before leaving.

"Wow, what an asshole," he sighed hypocritically. He looked over at Alex crossing his arms and sighing as she stated, perhaps truthfully that he wouldn't be saved the next time they met.

"Everything eh?" he answered. Another sigh, and finally he stood, his skin beet-red from his burns. "Fine, but we're going to have to go pretty far back...

"...It all started in a small town in Wales, two kids, one Edward Iwan, yours truly, and Nudd Richards. We were kids, spent our time breaking windows or whatever, anyway, this guy turned into a freak, murdered my romantic partner and almost killed me. He came to Epic City earlier this week, today I fought him twice, first he beat me, the second time I met the High Venom," he said, suddenly seated in a chair. "She gave me this weird guy to help... Shatter I think his name was. Anyway, we had him beat, then they showed up, the asshole in the mask," he scowled as he spoke of their new friend.

"Knocked me into a wall, threatened to kill us. I ran by, killed Nudd and let Shatter do the rest of the talking, they threatened to kill the both of us again and then teleported away," he furrowed his brows. "Obviously I don't want to let someone who threatens to kill so easily walk free, so I went looking, found out about a 'masked vigilante'," he said, making air-quotes with his fingers.

Edward grimaced as he recalled the first time he heard about the vigilante.

"Murdering criminals, murderers, arsonists, thieves, whoever, and not just murdering them, mutilating them. Like their bodies had been put through a wood-chipper. She approached me in this alley, I got mad, she did the pillar thing, and you know the rest," he finished with a long exhale, closing his eyes and interlocking his hands in front of his mouth.

"They can create vacuums, teleport, and do whatever the hell they just did to me. Though that mask may be a weakness, if only we could hit them," he informed Alex, still not sure about the mystery man's gender. "Also they somehow knew my name without me telling them once, weird," he said, bewildered, forgetting the fact that his name was plastered across his back in bold lettering. He did that often, improved brain processing meant you ran out of space real quick.

"We need to figure out their weakness and take them down," he stated, determination in his eyes. "But first I need a new pair of goggles... and a hairtie." Both had been lost somewhere in Nevada... or maybe Illinois, he wasn't exactly sure.