Name: Light Hakuma
Nation of Origin: Kilat (Lightning Nation)
Gender:Male
Appearance:
Age: 17
Ability: Lightning Bending (Mostly channeling it through his sword or otherwise his body.
Weapon of Choice : Claymore and Katana. (Claymore usually seen on his back)
Biography: Light was born in a small average family, his parents were brutal but in Kilat compared to the others average would be the best way to describe it because there the way he was treated and brought up was normal. Not that he minded however that was how the world was and he wouldn't be self righteous and think the he alone was chosen to change it, he accepted how things were. Now hearing that you would wonder why he was so eager to join the Jasmine dragon to the point of hunting them down considering the whole aim was to change the world and free it from the Dark avatar, it was for two reasons. Firstly to satisfy his swords, secondly to be the man that slayed the Dark avatar.
Those were his only reasons, not peace, not love , not forgiveness, but the blood of the most dangerous man in the world. It was surely and truly as simple as that.
His father wasn't by any means a important man, he wasn't famous nor was he renowed for his feats in battle but something Light surely learnt over time was that this was by choice. A quote from his father he still remembers is this day "The most dangerous enemy is the one you know nothing about". Something his father liked to hide was his proficiency in not bending but weaponry relying on bending to only enhance his use of his claymore and as well as the Katana. In Kilat the use of a Katana wasn't widely spread in fact it was discouraged as it seemed less manly but for killing his father considered it more efficient, enjoying that fact a lot.
His mother one the other hand was a lot gentler which was hard to come by, she had picked his name. Light a name that was given so lightheartedly to her he was her little boy. She gave him his name so that everywhere he wet he would be reminded that he was the light of her life, the only thing that made it worth living. It was all she could give him for him to remember her, she knew it was time for him to leave. He would bathe his swords in blood as much as possible as much as it hurt her because.... He was his fathers son!
Special Information: Cold, sadistic, lack of empathy.