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• 7/25/2013

Fanon: Team Avatar 11

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• 8/7/2013

Yeah, sorry if I sounded like a hypocrite. I was NOT trying to change your character, just trying to keep things canon.

On that note, we should probably put our character backstories on nere. So Tanc can approve them. Here's Nilak's (IT's Not finsihed)


Here's Nilak's background. Nilak grew up in royalty. His uncle is The chief. His dad is a council man for the NWT and a General. Mom is the lead healer. So you get it, his family is pretty successful. Despite all this glory, he's still pretty laid back. He's pretty sexist, he views women as a sex symbol for the Men (His sexism is different from Sokka's). He has a soft spot for non-bending civilians, and will always try to help them.

EK's questions.

So, that's why he's such a nationalist? His family ranks high in his nation so he considers it the best in the world because it's been good to him? Any idea where his sexism came from? The NWT has a society that has women treated as less than the warriors, but where's his women as sex objects view come from? Is it shared by his fammily or is he unique?

My answers.

Yes. Yeah, and he's never really experienced that much outside of the rest of the world, but that'll change once he's dome with the adventure. He lives in the NWT, so girls can't use waterbending for combat. He's seen that all the powerful people in the tribe, are males. And all pretty people, females.


Who wants to go next?

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• 8/7/2013

Just to let you guys know about my username, I actually hate them. I'm just making fun of them. I was gonna pick my username as "Barack Obama sucks", but that would create controversy.

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• 8/7/2013

Alright, looks like lots of stuff happened here when I was out taking soil samples. What's new?

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• 8/7/2013

-Nilak and Li chen have backstories, and since you're the writer. You're the one who has to approve the back stories.

-We're waiting for Qin's, Yalun's, and Assam's Backstories.

-I have a new account.

-And you'll see more, when you look at the messages.

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• 8/7/2013

Maybe he discovered he was the avatar in quite a unorthodox way, such as trying to bend water but accidentally moving some earth, or during a cold winter night, he learned he could produce more heat a non-firebender would, that kind of thing

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• 8/7/2013

That sounds good, Qin!

UPDATE ON THE FANART: We are now 3rd on the list. And she'll contact us back, when we're first on the list.

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• 8/7/2013

@TANC

Li Chen: "You could've told me you were out taking soil samples. I could've been a great help. I've been working on my restraint"

And, yes, Li has a backstory now. The full story in all its earthbending glory is up there somewhere complete with more specifics like names, ages, a timeline, and egg custard tarts hand-crafted by the monks (I wish). The somewhat condensed "tl;dr" version is: His parents died when he was young. His father's farmer parents raised him. His mother's parents are rich, used to put him in pageants, don't like the Chens ("that boy stole our baby girl" type of thing), and live in Ba Sing Se. They're all earthbenders

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• 8/8/2013

@ek

having everyone in your family be earthbenders seems a little off...maybe your bss grandmother is a non-bender or something? she could call herself a beauty-bender to make up for her lack of earthbending lol.

here's a bit of yalun's "backstory" copied and pasted from a message thread on tanc's wall:

i don't think i really have a sob story. i lived a fairly middle class life in the capital city of the CWT (lilypad cove). i never really wanted for anything (except maybe the latest water pouch or to be a little taller (cuz i'm a bit on the small side)). i had friends, (among them the chief's kids), a good home, food, and all that. i think my "sob story" is during the plot: as tanc said, i kinda get slowly beat down until the end in which i triumph over the deep one and the spirit world problems are resolved, and everything works out all nice and pretty.

i swear there was more i wrote somewhere, i'll look for it and post it if i find anything.

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• 8/8/2013

Intelligence4 wrote: @ek

having everyone in your family be earthbenders seems a little off...maybe your bss grandmother is a non-bender or something? she could call herself a beauty-bender to make up for her lack of earthbending lol.

here's a bit of yalun's "backstory" copied and pasted from a message thread on tanc's wall:

i don't think i really have a sob story. i lived a fairly middle class life in the capital city of the CWT (lilypad cove). i never really wanted for anything (except maybe the latest water pouch or to be a little taller (cuz i'm a bit on the small side)). i had friends, (among them the chief's kids), a good home, food, and all that. i think my "sob story" is during the plot: as tanc said, i kinda get slowly beat down until the end in which i triumph over the deep one and the spirit world problems are resolved, and everything works out all nice and pretty.

i swear there was more i wrote somewhere, i'll look for it and post it if i find anything.

I agree. But it his choice. He'll probably clear up the confusion.

Sounds good. I can't change anything, since it's your character (I don't want to change anything)....Wait, did you just copy & paste that from The threadon Tanc's wall? But you should probably add more detail to his character backstory.

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• 8/8/2013

Both Nilak's and Li Chen's backstories sound fine.

Assam's story starts in the foothills of the mountains around the Northern Air Temple. He grew up on a small farm that supplied veggies and grains to the temples, as well as any Nomad who stopped by. It was fairly idyllic there, with all the farming implements being powered solely by airbending and very mild weather. The only issue was, Assam wasn't supposed to be there. It is an ancient custom that all Air Nomad children are supposed to go straight to the Air Temples when they are about 6 months old, regardless of parentage or place of birth. For eight years, Assam's parents did their best to hide their son from the other Nomads, as they did not want to give up their son. Eventually, they were found out, and Assam was dragged away from his family's farm in tears. He would rarely see them afterwards, though more often when his father's health began to decline. It would later be revealed that his parents bore a second child, a daughter called Nima, who was immediately sent to the Western Air Temple. The two have barely been in contact in recent years, mostly due to Assam's actions later on, though they used to write each other letters all the time.

While other young monks went outside to play air ball, Assam could usually be found in the library, pouring through old natural history tomes. His time in the foothills had permanently instilled in him a deep love of nature, especially birds. If he wasn't in the library, he could often be found either in the garden tending to the herbs, the only way he really felt close to his parents. All the same, he meditated with the other Nomads, took part in their rituals, and shaved his head like the rest of them. For all intents and purposes, he was just another monk; in public, that is. In hushed whispers, the little monks and nuns mocked him for the fact that he was a late comer, that his parents were shamed and/or tradition breakers, and that he rarely played with the other children. Over time, it began to take its toll, and Assam grew ever more distant from the other Nomads.

When Assam turned 10, he was allowed to pick out a sky bison, something many other Air Nomad children had already done years ago, so Assam was understandably eager. When Assam was brought to the stables, he meticulously went through all the stalls with mother bison offering apples to the young bovines. None seemed to be interested in Assam, and he began to loose hope that he would be able to find a true companion. In the very last stall, however, he came to an unusual sight; a little brown and black bison calf, clearly the runt of the litter and rejected by its mother, curled up in the corner of the stall. The stablemaster explained to him that the other Nomads had tried to get the little calf out, but the mother was incredibly protective of her other calves and wouldn't allow anyone near them. They tried luring her out, but she seemed unresponsive. The stablemaster tried to encourage Assam to leave and wait for another bison to give birth, but the young monk was undetered. Assam leaned into the stall, apple in hand, and beckoned to the little calf, "Its OK, little one. I'm different too." Slowly, cautiously, the little bison ambled toward Assam, sniffed at the apple, sniffed Assam's hand, and began to nibble at the apple. When it was finished, it looked up at Assam with the biggest brown eyes the monk had ever seen, and Assam instantly fell in love with the little bison. The furry thing promptly lept up into Assam's arms and began licking his face. With rivulets of tears streaming down his face, Assam hugged the bison, who he called Amala, and quietly whispered "Now we can be different together."

Soon he was instantly recognizable as the monk with the oddly colored bison. While this didn't stop the others from making fun of him (children will do that), it did give him some measure of peace knowing he wasn't the only oddball around.

When Amala was fully grown and able to bear Assam as a rider, he immediately took to the true nomadic lifestyle, travelling the world and generally eshewing the temple life. He was young and restless, and was sick and tired of the odd stares. For a while, life was good. Right up until people started noticing Amala. A sky bison with such a genetic anomaly only comes once in a hundred lifetimes, and there were many who looked at Amala's hide the same way Nilak looks at a pretty girl. Many a time Assam had to shoo away those who tried to buy Amala off him for extravagant amounts of money. Every time Assam would say the same thing, "I don't want money, I want to be happy."

This eventually came to a bit of a head, when a wealthy lord was tired of Assam telling his messengers no put up a bounty on Amala's hide. Suddenly, bounty hunters were coming out of the woodwork like termites, using deadly force to try to sieze Amala and do away with her keeper. Time after time Assam drove them back, and more and more he became aware that the usual defensive tactics of airbending weren't working. Every time he would send a bounty hunter off running, he would come back with more men and more weapons. This led Assam to develop his own offshoot of airbending, a more brutal and focused version that did much more than knock people over. He was even able to commision a blacksmith to design him his own custom glider, made out of a specially made monk's spade. Word soon spread that the airbender with the off color bison was no longer one to be trifled with, and the bounty was soon dropped. It was during this time that Assam also discovered and quickly mastered the use of soundbending, the use of which was revealed when Assam was trying to imitate bird calls. A rather odd development, as most practitioners of soundbending are women, as only the Western Air Temple had the proper training ground for the skill. The young airbender quickly mastered these and other skills, becoming a rather unique and powerful airbender in his own right.

Unfortunately, word spread all the way to the Air Temples, where Assam was often chided for his methods of defense, with many an older monk citing philosopher after philosopher about the proper use of airbending. Assam really couldn't have cared less. This led to a further divide between him and many of the other Air Nomads, though there were a few who wanted to learn Assam's style, usually those who often travelled through more dangerous areas. Assam was happy to teach others, and more than that, get some respect, but his lessons were often interrupted by protesting elders and his instruction scrolls were often burned. As a youth, this was still a fair victory for Assam, though he found himself coming to the temples less often as the years went by.

When he was 15, he had a bit of an epiphany. As he travelled around the world, he got to know not only people, but the comings and goings of many places in the other nations. He often got very involved, and he noticed that the other Nomads often didn't. If there was going to be a bandit raid in a certain town, for instance, many Nomads would simply flee and leave the townspeople to their fate. Assam had long known of the "ascended" nature that the Air Nomads were supposed to practice, but as time went on, he began to see it as a bit arrogant. The monks and nuns rarely tried to preach the good values of the Air Nomads to the other nations, even though it was often said at the temples that this was the true path to enlightenment. Many of the Nomads seemed to regard the other nations as petulent children, almost lost causes, and rarely got involved even if it would benefit others. There were a few young do-gooders, but time seemed to take away their optimism. Assam felt that the Nomads needed to get more involved in the world, to help everyone ascend and do good in the world, not just Air Nomads. He felt that, if the larger message of the Nomads got through to the peoples of the other nations, maybe there would be less people like that selfish lord who placed a bounty on Amala in the world. Ideally, this meant the Air Nomads coming down from their temples and getting involved with world affairs, providing a voice of reason and wisdom, not to mention physical aid when needed.

Once this epiphany was fully realized, he decided to codify his new beliefs in a book, Dreams of a Constant Wanderer. As soon as he found a printer willing to work for hand carved Air Nomad trinkets, he brought his new views back to the Northern Air Temple. By now, he was hardly the fresh faced monk many of the Nomads had known years before. Much of his garb had been replaced by more practical clothing, he had grown out his hair, and he bore many scars from the various dangerous encounters he had been through in his travels. Still, he was still an Air Nomad, and was welcomed back with open arms.

Right up until he started talking. He began proslytizing in the paths of the temple, laying out his new paradigm for anyone who would listen and giving out his books to anyone who would have them. A few were interested, but most just minded their own business. Assam didn't mind much: the whole principle of air is built around looking at things from different angles. He wasn't trying to pull down the monks council, just trying to get the word out there and maybe try to change the world below a tiny bit. If people didn't like his works, that was fine by him; he was plenty happy with the few followers he gleaned.

This was, however, the straw that broke the camelophant's back with the Monk's Council. Over many years, they had watched Assam not only use airbending in a way that disrespected millenia of tradition, but in their eyes, he was trying to bring the Air Nomads back into a world doomed to depravity and conflict. It was not long before Assam was brought before not only the Northern Air Temple Monk's Council, but all the high councils of the Air Nomads from all four corners of the world. Assam thought they were open to debate, to discuss his work and critisize it so that he may improve it over time.

There was no debate. Assam was given a simple choice: abandon his views, or be banished from all four temples and be labeled a heretic among the Air Nomads, to be shunned until he passed from this world. Assam couldn't believe his ears; this group of people that had, since he was eight years old, been teaching him to look at things from different angles, was telling him that he could not look at the world any way except for the one approved of by the highest of Nomads. They tried to explain that his views were dangerous, and would lead the Air Nomads to a dark place, one full of conflict and turmoil. To Assam, that was the whole point of life: humans were never meant to be fully content. They are supposed to suffer ups and downs, as are whole civilizations. To the young airbender, that was the only way a people or person could really improve upon themselves. But the council would not risk Assam's words bringing any airbender down to earth with the other warring nations. As Assam pleaded with the council, other monks stealthily gathered up all copies of Assam's memoirs, piled them into a brasier in front of the council chambers, and set them ablaze. The council had hoped that this would give Assam an idea of the futility of his actions.

Of course, they didn't seem to know Assam very well. One who has, by the age of 15, been ripped away from his parents, ridiculed throughout his young life, and had bounties taken up on one who he cared about deeply is not often one with a will so easily broken. He rebuked all four councils, storming off from the temple grounds, rescuing one copy of his book as he left. He didn't hold anything against the other Nomads, as most were just living their lives. He thought about those few who had given him respect in their numbers, and as he gathered his things, it broke his heart to know he would likely never see many of them again. Not as a heretic.

And so Assam, tears in his eyes, gazed his last upon the Northern Air Temple. On that day, though he would regret it many times afterwards as his contacts became fewer and fewer, he vowed that he would not abandon his beliefs at the whims of the council, or for anyone for that matter.

(Sorry for the long post)