Name: Chiharu Sojo
Age: Nineteen
Sex: Female
Element: Fire
Home: The Lower Ring - In one of the many highrise slum apartments like
these.Appearance:Standing at 5'6" and weighing around 120lbs, Chiharu's supple form is slim and athletic, yet posessing a decent amount of womanly curves. Agile and flexible from the countless times playing and navigating through the numerous crooks and alleys that made up most of the Lower Ring in her childhood, she is incredibly street-smart and savy with directions. Her chocolate-coloured hair complements her olive skin extremely well and it also does a great job of enhancing her soft and delicate-looking features.
Her oval-shaped face is adorned with a pair of hazel brown eyes, pink supple lips and a small nose. Her cheeks tend to get rosy for a period of time after a bout of physical activity. A pair of dimples can be found on the edges of her mouth she smiles, which is known to be rather charmingly disarming. Her usual choice of attire is a maroon brown crop top as well as a pair of shorts layered ontop of an ankle length skirt of the same colour. The outfit seems to follow after an age-old fashion that the Fire nation used to adopt once upon a time.
Profession:A Potter. A Pot and Vase Maker. Former thief.
Personality:A spunky and headstrong individual, while Chiharu's appearance might make her seem soft and delicate, she is anything but that. Bold and daring, the intelligent young woman is adventurous and inquisitive. Her curious nature has led her to many a discovery over the years. An opportunist, one of the many traits gained from living in the slums of the Lower Ring, she will not hesitate to better the life of herself and her loved ones. Prone to being highly cynical, her aptitude in being to sense incoming danger have saved her neck many a time.
Highly patient and perseverant, she is not one to make rash or impulsive decisions. A thief's mind. She may no longer be a thief anymore, but the mindset had stuck with her, influencing her daily life. Highly observant and a quick learner, she adapts and learns to new situations rather quickly. Highly passionate for her beliefs and what she may be interested in, once she sets her mind on something, she will try her utmost to ensure that she gets what she wants, in whichever way possible.
Stance on Benders:Pro-Bender. She is highly supportive of benders and the bending-arts in general. As bending is outlawed, she does not really let her opinion be known to anyone. She tries to get any information or documents on them, but there are hardly any to be found anymore due to entire subject being contrabrand.
History:Chiharu couldn't remember much of her early childhood. All she knew was that she had lived on the streets on the slums on the Lower Ring, for as long as she could remember. She found whatever shelter she could at night and wandered the streets with other street urchins in the day. She stole whatever she could, and she got better with every attempt, ensuring that she was never once caught. Either they too slow to realise it or too slow to catch up. Her meals were taken at a soup kitchen set up by a tall thin man.
She was a regular at that place as the food was free and really tasty. Her life took a turning point when she was caught red-handed one day trying to steal the wallet of a bearded middle-aged man. He gripped her hand so tightly that she gave a cry of pain. Everyone around could see that the man was about to drag her to the authorities to hand her over, but he must have seen something else in her as he dragged her to his home instead of to the guards. Struggling was no use, as she could never hoped to match his strength. But all notions of trying to escape left her when they reached his home.
Chiharu saw pots everywhere. Pots and Vases. Countless of them littered the house, displayed in a wide variety of shapes and sizes. The young street urchin had never seen something like that before and was completely bewitched by the sight. The man, noticing the expression on her face, said "Like them? I made them myself. All of them." If her jaw couldn't drop any lower, it would. She simply stood there, mouth gaping as she shifted her stares from the man to the vast number of pots and vases.
There were tall and thin ones, fat and stout ones, and some had designs so artiscally abstract that they must belong to to the middle and upper tiers of the city. Then it dawned onto her. She wanted to learn how to do this. She needed to. Luckily for her, the man had a similar thought in his mind. He wanted to train her as his apprentice. He was getting old and he had no children for he was unmarried and no one else to pass his craft and trade to. He felt it too much of a waste to just let it go like that.
So Chiharu abandoned her old life as a street urchin behind, and stayed with the man who she came to know as Hiro. Growing up under his tutelage, she began as his apprentice, but gradually began more than that. She felt more like a daughter to him, and a father to her. As she began getting better and better at her craft several years down the road, their combined efforts increased the reputation of Hiro's pottery as his fame grew.
Soon enough, they were no longer making pots and vases for the Lower Ring. Orders were coming in from the Middle Ring as well. Hiro was getting too old to make the journey, so Chiharu, who had blossomed into a lovely young lady had to personally deliver the products to the customers who had placed the purchase orders for the goods. To say that the old man was proud of her was a severe understatement.
Likes:✔ Pottery
✔ Acrobatics/Climbing to tall places
✔ Hot delicious food
✔ Exploring/Discovering new things
✔ The thrill of escaping from pursuers
✔ Making new friends (especially boys)
Dislikes:✘Pessimisim
✘Snobby people
✘Hate against bending
✘Guards/Police
✘Going hungry
✘Freedom being taken away
Habits:✏Daydreaming
✏Singing/humming
✏Swearing
Fears:✏Death
✏Being caught by guards/police
✏Being left all alone
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