Elgappa

Fallout: Chaos (Retired)

CPLA - Day One

Peoples Liberation Radio

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... "Et volia! We are back on air. Bonjour mes Amis, Comrade Curie speaking, and i am so happy to have you. You are hearing Peoples Liberation Radio, avec moi, your little voice in your ear! But enough of moi, there is once more, a very important person, wanting to talk to you! Mesdames et messieurs, the Chairman!"

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"People of the Commonwealth! It is me once more, your humble Chairman, once more offering up my thoughts to the hard working lads and lasses of the Commenwealth, the proud backbone of our revolution! And like always, i am just humbly asking, for just a moment of your precious time!

Today, i want to talk with you about Diamond City!

First of all, i salute Comrade Piper, who i believe to be a fellow revolutinary in heart, yet sadly not in mind! Her struggle for truth is admirable, and her political efforts in her city are most valorous! Yet, i may ask, what next?
Is she going to change the situation for the Lower Stands? Is she going to give them their fair due, for performing all the work in the City, feeding the corruption and decadence of the villainous upper stands?
I do hope so, for i once more proudly call her a Comrade! Yet, being a man of reason, i only can see her fail in her noble goals, using the corrupt means of Democracy! For, as i have said before, and always will say, there is no talking with Tyrants, Thugs and Leeches! No, we need to show the iron boot of oppression and exploitation the fist of steel of the working class!

People of Diamond City, i address you now! You have nothing to lose but your damn Chains! Prepare yourself to rush the upper Stance, and join our struggle! The Revolution will welcome you, and your heroic, if misguided leader, Comrade Piper!

And to you, people of the Commonwealth, i call you to arms! There is a Rifle and three meals waiting for every lad or lass, willing to crush the chains in our ranks! Yet, dont try to find us, just wait, and be patient! Just be ready, to answer our call...

This is Chairman Jones, signing off

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"..hearing him speaking like this, almost makes me wish it was not a recording! Oh, did i said that aloud? Oops! Well, lets continue with a bit of music, shall we?

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The Chairmans Office, Vault 81

"Of cause i am not really planning on handing them rifles, you idiots!" Jones let out a sigh, as he began to rub his nose, before once more guiding his cigar to his lips. "Handing out weapons for free to everyone and their mother...that is how the Minutemen fell apart!" Getting of the table, Chairman Jones made his way towards the small group of officers and Commissars in front of him, cramped into the old Overseers office. "I was talking figuratively! A rifle of ideas and hopes.." Pointing with his cigar towards the red flag draping the room, he slowly walked towards the large round window, looking down at the working people below.

"Are talking about three figurative meals as well, Chairman?" Jones turned around on his heel, looking at the asking face of Comrade-Lieutenant Combes, holding up a notepad to write down his personal orders. "Are you getting cute with me, Comrade Combes?" The tall man only needed a few steps to cross the distance, as the rest of the group quickly made ways, knowing that this question clearly had woken Jones anger. "No, Si...i mean Comrade Chairman i..." Staring into the mans eyes, the Chairman kept the same stare up, that had made him rather famous during his days as a minutemen, able to crack open any man. "You all are dismissed, Comrades! All except you, Comrade-Commissar!"

Returning to his desk, the Chairman did not check if everyone else had left, knowing that few if anyone would dare to disobey his very commands. Hearing the door closing, the Chairman took another deep breath from his cigar, before blowing out the Tabbac laced breath. "You made the arrangements, Comrade-Commissar?" A moment of silence followed, before the Chairman let out a sigh. "Permission to speak, Comrade De Luca!" Some more time passed, and Jones could once more take in the cigar, before the Commissar had found words. "You constantly preached that the Brotherhood is the greatest enemy we have, yet you want me to find a way to contact them...it makes me think!" Turning around, the chairman raised an eyebrow, before sinking into his seat. "Good, that is why what i have political Officers for! To question and think! Let me put it this way, lass..." Leaning forward over the table, he looked the woman into the eyes. "We have a great position to work from, yet, the Brotherhood only needs to sneeze, and we are history! So, we need to get them onto our side, at least for the moment! And what better way to do so, then by making them believe that they have us in the pocket, rallying the eyes of all who are against them somewhere else..."

Avatar: the Legend of the Lost

Sha-Kush

Sha-Kush

[Add human ears, and paler eyes]

Addendum: In the culture of the Sandbending tribes, it's a sign of great trust, to expose one's face and hair, towards other people. Mostly done only towards family or the own tribe. A tradition hailing both from the biting sun and the necessary habit of raiding and stealing from each other. This tradition has not helped, with the perception that all Si-Wong nomads are thieves, robbers or cactus juice peddlers.

Without the Veil

Age:

18

Personality:

Sha-Kush holds onto a proud sense of duty, honor and obligation towards his people ways and traditions. Raised by the desert almost as much as by his parents, he still harbors a lot of quirks and behavior that may seem strange towards people who never have set a foot into the Si-Wong desert, yet are as natural as breathing for the nomads.
Growing up as the wise elder brother, or at least striving to be one, many of these behavior still can be found in him, guiding and teaching, yet also rather quick to challenge others position of leadership, and a slight feeling of superiority.

Background:

Born into one of the countless tribes of the nomads of the great Si Wong Desert, Sah-Kush was a member of the Urush-Lee people, hailing from a family of minor chief of a band of Sand-Sailors. Living off the harsh desert, like their people always had, sailing its mighty dunes using their bending abilities, from water-source to water-source, always vigilant for easy prey or rival raids.

His father, Chief Osh, had from an early age attempted to make a leader and potential heir out of him, and would strictly, yet lovingly train him in the ways of his people, the traditional way of Si-Wong sandbending, the history of their people and the code of honor of the desert. With multiple siblings being born, Sha early took an role to raise and guide them as well, trying to share the knowledge his father had educated with him.

It was at this time, with a Warlord rising in the green land beyond the Si Wong desert, that even the nomads would no longer be able to ignore the tides of war. Supply caravans, filled with valuables like steel, food and weapons made for opportune targets for daring tribes of desert nomads. With Shas father advising for caution in such raids, other tribes took full advantage of the situation. Knowing fully well, that neutrality was no longer an option, Osh rallied his tribe to the Warlords banner, declaring allegiance to his cause under the hope, that it would keep the war out of the desert.

Soon, Sha would get his first taste of battle, as he had to fight against his own people under his fathers leadership. True to the way of his people, they would hit fast with their Sand-Sailors, strike hard and quickly, before retreating back into the sea of dunes. Raising their cups of water in the Warlords name, the highest honor the people of the desert could grant, Sha began to feel a sense of duty, for the man he fought for and before long, would join his father onto his first expedition outside of the desert, into the land of green, he had heard so many stories about.

Years passed, and Sha grew up as his fathers right hand, fighting with his tribe, his friends and his brothers for the great Warlord. Great glory was won in the subjugation of the South, and Osh was soon declared "Warchief of the Desert", bowing only to the great Warlord himself. Yet, Osh was still a father, rather then a tyrant, and he lacked the iron fist that the the Warlord An so valued in his subject. Disgruntled in Osh "weakness", he soon would find a chance to see them replaced!

The chance came with the vile tribe of the Zeng-Wu, brutal raiders and cunning barbarians. Envious, over the favor of the Warlord, the Urush-Lee held, they ambushed them during a feast, they had been invited to. Their camp looted, their Sand-Sailors crushed and with many killed, the Urush-lee were beaten to the edge of extinction. Yet the final insult came, when the great Warlord, whom Osh and his people had served so long and faithful, declared the Zeng-Wu as the new tribe in his favor, and their Chief, the cruel Teng, the Warchief of the Si-Wong Desert.

With his father crippled from the attack, and his people broken from the shame they had endured, Sha left his Brothers in charge, before traveling to the Si-Wong rock. There he swore, that he would sate this shameful betrayal, both from the Warlord and the Zeng-Wu!

Bending Ability:

Sha-Kush is an skillful sandbender, able to harness his abilities in combat. Yet, he does not sees himself as an earthbender, struggling to learn even the most mundane techniques, using any earth that is not sand.

Other:

Followed around by his loyal deer-dog Bo, Sha-Kush also carry with him a slim and hollow Kanabō, the traditional weapon of the desert nomads, filled with sand from around the holy Si-Wong rock. He also carries additional sand in his bandolier around his chest, both for combat and religious reasons. For the latter, he also carries a bottle of cactus juice with him.

Sample Post

Sample Post: An oath in a sandstorm

The air felt stale around Sha-Kush, as he saw the rock in the morning. The most sacred place of his people, the single titanic rock in the desert, was claimed to be cast down the sky, by wrathful gods, to punish the wicked for turning from them, creating this very desert. It was a beautiful sight, yet for the foolish, it could be a deadly trap.

Buzzard wasp, staved for food, would sometimes attack even humans and when they did, even a skilled sandbender would be pushed to his limits, trying to ward off the waves of scavengers. Yet, if one knew how to approach, not waking their deep slumber with loud noises, one could easily access the rock, without fear nor danger.

Climbing off his sand-sailor, Sha-Kush finally once more felt sand back under his feet, feeling the countless little rocks beneath him. It was so different from standing on wood, dead and silent. Each rock below him had been in this desert since the days of his great-grandfather, traveling with the wind, roaming the dunes just like the nomads did.

With the great Rock in the distance, Sha-Kush took a knee, before taking a hand of sand, letting the grains flow over his skin, before finally letting fall back onto the ground. His heart was pumping faster and he could feel his hands shiver, once more remembering that he would have to leave this sacred desert.

"I am Sha-Kush! Son of Osh, grandson of Ikko. I am here, to proclaim an oath on the sacred Stone, you have cast down to punish us!" For a moment, there was silence, and a cold hand of doubt layed down onto the nomads shoulders. What had he expected? A Spirit to come down as a witness? Something to give him a justification that he was doing the right, and not venture out on an fools errant, while leaving his tribe in their hour of need?

Then a wind rose, growing stronger and stronger by the moment. Sha-Kush could hear the Sand-Sailor behind him cracking, the wind slowly tossing sand against the dried wood. The Wind would not fade, only growing stronger and stronger. The Nomad had to push his scarf higher, as the sand began to flow around him, tearing and wrathful. It was then, that he realized, that the wind came from the Si Wong Rock!

"I swear on the Water that i have drank, on the Water that my Father drank and on the Water that my Grandfather drank! I swear on the Sand i walk and on the Sun and Moon above!" By now, Sha-Kush had fallen on his knees, the Rock fading from his vision, as the storm of sand was all around him. Biting on his teeth, the nomads smashed his fists into the ground, feeling the sand below him creep up his hands and knees, stabilizing him in the middle storm. His breath began to fade from his lungs, and each second felt harder then the next.

"I...proclaim....that.." He had to reach deeper and deeper below him, turning the sand into a solid foundation to kneel on. His lungs now were burning, and everything inside him screamed at him to let go, seek shelter and outlast the storm anywhere but out here. "..that we have been betrayed and shamed by the Zeng-Wu and the great Warlod.." The wind was tearing on his scarf, and razor sharp sand cut into the fabric and the few inches of exposed skin. A numb feeling overcame the sandbenders body, as he could feel the darkness creep onto him. He was fully exaughted, gasping for air and close to passing out. "A...and...and...AND THAT I WILL WIPE OUT THIS DISHONOR!" Letting go of the ground, the wind blew off his scarf, and the storm hit him like a fist. Then there silence again.

The storm faded away in an heartbeat. Sha-Kush fell over, gasping as he pulled aside his scarf, his lungs screaming for sweet air. He did not knew how long he just lay there, glaring at the blue sky, still feeling the sand on his face, the roaring of the storm still fresh in his ears. Some cynical souls would say that it had been just a Sandstorm, catching him at the right time, yet for Sha-Kush, its was obviously a sign of the spirits of the desert! His oath had been witness, and there was no turning back now!

Avatar: the Legend of the Lost

Sha-Kush

Sha-Kush

[Add human ears, and paler eyes]

Addendum: In the culture of the Sandbending tribes, it's a sign of great trust, to expose one's face and hair, towards other people. Mostly done only towards family or the own tribe. A tradition hailing both from the biting sun and the necessary habit of raiding and stealing from each other. This tradition has not helped, with the perception that all Si-Wong nomads are thieves, robbers or cactus juice peddlers.

Without the Veil

Age:

18

Personality:

Sha-Kush holds onto a proud sense of duty, honor and obligation towards his people ways and traditions. Raised by the desert almost as much as by his parents, he still harbors a lot of quirks and behavior that may seem strange towards people who never have set a foot into the Si-Wong desert, yet are as natural as breathing for the nomads.
Growing up as the wise elder brother, or at least striving to be one, many of these behavior still can be found in him, guiding and teaching, yet also rather quick to challenge others position of leadership, and a slight feeling of superiority.

Background:

Born into one of the countless tribes of the nomads of the great Si Wong Desert, Sah-Kush was a member of the Urush-Lee people, hailing from a family of minor chief of a band of Sand-Sailors. Living off the harsh desert, like their people always had, sailing its mighty dunes using their bending abilities, from water-source to water-source, always vigilant for easy prey or rival raids.

His father, Chief Osh, had from an early age attempted to make a leader and potential heir out of him, and would strictly, yet lovingly train him in the ways of his people, the traditional way of Si-Wong sandbending, the history of their people and the code of honor of the desert. With multiple siblings being born, Sha early took an role to raise and guide them as well, trying to share the knowledge his father had educated with him.

It was at this time, with a Warlord rising in the green land beyond the Si Wong desert, that even the nomads would no longer be able to ignore the tides of war. Supply caravans, filled with valuables like steel, food and weapons made for opportune targets for daring tribes of desert nomads. With Shas father advising for caution in such raids, other tribes took full advantage of the situation. Knowing fully well, that neutrality was no longer an option, Osh rallied his tribe to the Warlords banner, declaring allegiance to his cause under the hope, that it would keep the war out of the desert.

Soon, Sha would get his first taste of battle, as he had to fight against his own people under his fathers leadership. True to the way of his people, they would hit fast with their Sand-Sailors, strike hard and quickly, before retreating back into the sea of dunes. Raising their cups of water in the Warlords name, the highest honor the people of the desert could grant, Sha began to feel a sense of duty, for the man he fought for and before long, would join his father onto his first expedition outside of the desert, into the land of green, he had heard so many stories about.

Years passed, and Sha grew up as his fathers right hand, fighting with his tribe, his friends and his brothers for the great Warlord. Great glory was won in the subjugation of the South, and Osh was soon declared "Warchief of the Desert", bowing only to the great Warlord himself. Yet, Osh was still a father, rather then a tyrant, and he lacked the iron fist that the the Warlord An so valued in his subject. Disgruntled in Osh "weakness", he soon would find a chance to see them replaced!

The chance came with the vile tribe of the Zeng-Wu, brutal raiders and cunning barbarians. Envious, over the favor of the Warlord, the Urush-Lee held, they ambushed them during a feast, they had been invited to. Their camp looted, their Sand-Sailors crushed and with many killed, the Urush-lee were beaten to the edge of extinction. Yet the final insult came, when the great Warlord, whom Osh and his people had served so long and faithful, declared the Zeng-Wu as the new tribe in his favor, and their Chief, the cruel Teng, the Warchief of the Si-Wong Desert.

With his father crippled from the attack, and his people broken from the shame they had endured, Sha left his Brothers in charge, before traveling to the Si-Wong rock. There he swore, that he would sate this shameful betrayal, both from the Warlord and the Zeng-Wu!

Bending Ability:

Sha-Kush is an skillful sandbender, able to harness his abilities in combat. Yet, he does not sees himself as an earthbender, struggling to learn even the most mundane techniques, using any earth that is not sand.

Other:

Followed around by his loyal deer-dog Bo, Sha-Kush also carry with him a slim and hollow Kanabō, the traditional weapon of the desert nomads, filled with sand from around the holy Si-Wong rock. He also carries additional sand in his bandolier around his chest, both for combat and religious reasons. For the latter, he also carries a bottle of cactus juice with him.

Sample Post

Sample Post: An oath in a sandstorm

The air felt stale around Sha-Kush, as he saw the rock in the morning. The most sacred place of his people, the single titanic rock in the desert, was claimed to be cast down the sky, by wrathful gods, to punish the wicked for turning from them, creating this very desert. It was a beautiful sight, yet for the foolish, it could be a deadly trap.

Buzzard wasp, staved for food, would sometimes attack even humans and when they did, even a skilled sandbender would be pushed to his limits, trying to ward off the waves of scavengers. Yet, if one knew how to approach, not waking their deep slumber with loud noises, one could easily access the rock, without fear nor danger.

Climbing off his sand-sailor, Sha-Kush finally once more felt sand back under his feet, feeling the countless little rocks beneath him. It was so different from standing on wood, dead and silent. Each rock below him had been in this desert since the days of his great-grandfather, traveling with the wind, roaming the dunes just like the nomads did.

With the great Rock in the distance, Sha-Kush took a knee, before taking a hand of sand, letting the grains flow over his skin, before finally letting fall back onto the ground. His heart was pumping faster and he could feel his hands shiver, once more remembering that he would have to leave this sacred desert.

"I am Sha-Kush! Son of Osh, grandson of Ikko. I am here, to proclaim an oath on the sacred Stone, you have cast down to punish us!" For a moment, there was silence, and a cold hand of doubt layed down onto the nomads shoulders. What had he expected? A Spirit to come down as a witness? Something to give him a justification that he was doing the right, and not venture out on an fools errant, while leaving his tribe in their hour of need?

Then a wind rose, growing stronger and stronger by the moment. Sha-Kush could hear the Sand-Sailor behind him cracking, the wind slowly tossing sand against the dried wood. The Wind would not fade, only growing stronger and stronger. The Nomad had to push his scarf higher, as the sand began to flow around him, tearing and wrathful. It was then, that he realized, that the wind came from the Si Wong Rock!

"I swear on the Water that i have drank, on the Water that my Father drank and on the Water that my Grandfather drank! I swear on the Sand i walk and on the Sun and Moon above!" By now, Sha-Kush had fallen on his knees, the Rock fading from his vision, as the storm of sand was all around him. Biting on his teeth, the nomads smashed his fists into the ground, feeling the sand below him creep up his hands and knees, stabilizing him in the middle storm. His breath began to fade from his lungs, and each second felt harder then the next.

"I...proclaim....that.." He had to reach deeper and deeper below him, turning the sand into a solid foundation to kneel on. His lungs now were burning, and everything inside him screamed at him to let go, seek shelter and outlast the storm anywhere but out here. "..that we have been betrayed and shamed by the Zeng-Wu and the great Warlod.." The wind was tearing on his scarf, and razor sharp sand cut into the fabric and the few inches of exposed skin. A numb feeling overcame the sandbenders body, as he could feel the darkness creep onto him. He was fully exaughted, gasping for air and close to passing out. "A...and...and...AND THAT I WILL WIPE OUT THIS DISHONOR!" Letting go of the ground, the wind blew off his scarf, and the storm hit him like a fist. Then there silence again.

The storm faded away in an heartbeat. Sha-Kush fell over, gasping as he pulled aside his scarf, his lungs screaming for sweet air. He did not knew how long he just lay there, glaring at the blue sky, still feeling the sand on his face, the roaring of the storm still fresh in his ears. Some cynical souls would say that it had been just a Sandstorm, catching him at the right time, yet for Sha-Kush, its was obviously a sign of the spirits of the desert! His oath had been witness, and there was no turning back now!

Fallout: Chaos (Retired)

Far Harbor needs the Revolution and the wisdom of Comrade Curie!

Avatar: The Last Airbender RP

@Bluetommy

Well, if we would do anything in bigger size, i doubt that we would get around getting a Co-GM into it! Its a legitimate point, that one of the rps could die, yet in this case, i think we simply could kick it off, scavange any player in it that remains, and keep the other going! Again, its not the perfect solution, but in my eyes the most painless.

Then again, painless does not always mean the best, and so i would not be against doing an election process, lead by the Gm, picking out the Sheets her like for the rp!

Avatar: The Last Airbender RP

@Bluetommy
How about a split then? Make two rps, set in the same setting, but at different place? Kinda like a split-off of a popular series! Both are looking for the Avatar, yet both do so for different reasons!

Fallout: Chaos (Retired)

The Commonwealth Peoples Liberation Army

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"It is the Chain of Oppression, that keeps the common man down, and the Big Man up! The chain now held by the Brotherhood of steel! No more, do i say! We are here to break the chain! For the People of the Commonwealth!"

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History: Eric Jones, better known as Captain Jones, was a leading and respected Member of the Minutemen, who turned disillusioned over ineffective leadership of General Becker, before leaving the Minutemen with his closest Supporters, to become a Mercenary.
During a job to loot a caravan for a rival Trading Faction, he stumbled over an old book, "The Red Guidebook of Wisdom: To Our American Allies". And while most of his men turned to drinking, Jones would read the old pages, finding old ideas and tactics inside them. It was around this time, that Quincy finally broke the Minutemen, which was the Proof Jones needed to see how ineffective the noble approch of his old brothers-in-arms was, and how much it needed for a stronger hand, a leader who would fight for the greater good, not fearing the costs!

The need for a Great Chairman!

During the Days of Chaos, the Mercenaries of the Captain would hire their service to the Vault 81, a juicy target for anyone around. Yet for Captain Jones, it was worth sacrificing his men in endless battles against those who wanted to raid the Vault, as he finally had access to old World knowlage, great minds to debate with, and finally, the unexpected secrets the hidden compartment of the Vault held, in form of not only vast records, but also a sentient mind, in form of the Robot Curie.

It was around this time, that Captain Jones, lead an Coup inside the Vault, declaring himself "The great Chairman", and enforcing his new Ideology of "Commonwealth-Communism". Said Coup, sadly, did not came without sacrifices, and Vault 81 is just a shadow of its former self, its population halved, and most of its machinery destroyed. In the Chairmans eyes, acceptable losses, for an base to send out his radio signals from, in the form of the "Peoples Liberation Radio" moderated by the rather charismatic Comrade Curie.

Notable People: Chairman Jones, Comrade Curie, Comrade-Lieutenant Combes, Comrade-Commissar De Luca

Fallout: Chaos (An interactive semi-faction RP)

Faction Sheet:

The Commonwealth Peoples Liberation Army

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"It is the Chain of Oppression, that keeps the common man down, and the Big Man up! The chain now held by the Brotherhood of steel! No more, do i say! We are here to break the chain! For the People of the Commonwealth!"

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History: Eric Jones, better known as Captain Jones, was a leading and respected Member of the Minutemen, who turned disillusioned over ineffective leadership of General Becker, before leaving the Minutemen with his closest Supporters, to become a Mercenary.
During a job to loot a caravan for a rival Trading Faction, he stumbled over an old book, "The Red Guidebook of Wisdom: To Our American Allies". And while most of his men turned to drinking, Jones would read the old pages, finding old ideas and tactics inside them. It was around this time, that Quincy finally broke the Minutemen, which was the Proof Jones needed to see how ineffective the noble approch of his old brothers-in-arms was, and how much it needed for a stronger hand, a leader who would fight for the greater good, not fearing the costs!

The need for a Great Chairman!

During the Days of Chaos, the Mercenaries of the Captain would hire their service to the Vault 81, a juicy target for anyone around. Yet for Captain Jones, it was worth sacrificing his men in endless battles against those who wanted to raid the Vault, as he finally had access to old World knowlage, great minds to debate with, and finally, the unexpected secrets the hidden compartment of the Vault held, in form of not only vast records, but also a sentient mind, in form of the Robot Curie.

It was around this time, that Captain Jones, lead an Coup inside the Vault, declaring himself "The great Chairman", and enforcing his new Ideology of "Commonwealth-Communism". Said Coup, sadly, did not came without sacrifices, and Vault 81 is just a shadow of its former self, its population halved, and most of its machinery destroyed. In the Chairmans eyes, acceptable losses, for an base to send out his radio signals from, in the form of the "Peoples Liberation Radio" moderated by the rather charismatic Comrade Curie.

Notable People: Chairman Jones, Comrade Curie, Comrade-Lieutenant Combes, Comrade-Commissar De Luca

Avatar: The Last Airbender RP

@Bluetommy

There goes my plans to play the ancestor of a specific Cabbage trader, who always end up losing his merchandise...

I am kidding, i was more thinking about some kind of Swordfighter, who was the only one of four Brothers, who ended up having no bending abilities.

Either that or a Sandbender!

Avatar: The Last Airbender RP

Intrested! Do you have to play a bender, or are normal boring people also accepted?