Post by azula on Aug 17, 2008 23:03:34 GMT -5
Contact Information: PM please!
Roleplaying Experience: 8-ish years
How did you find us?: Random search. Just stumbled across it.
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Is He/She a Canon?: Yup
Nationality: Fire Nation
Location: Fire Nation
Alliance: Fire Lord Ozai/ Fire Nation
Is He/She a Bender?: Firebender
Character's Name: Azula
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Height: 5’ 5”
Appearance: It would be folly to say Azula lacked beauty – folly both for the person saying so and because it would not be true – but that beauty is cold and contained, not vibrant and filled with life and love. While her appearance is not always the first thing on her mind, Azula maintains it; ever the schemer, she knows that one’s appearance can be used to alter other’s perceptions and can be incredibly useful, though she does not fall in with those favoring rouge and creams, preferring what she has. If you don’t like it, too bad.
Of average height and a slim figure, she might make heads turn…until said heads got a taste of her less-than-conversational demeanor. Her hair is straight and dark brown, and she keeps it tied back save for two locks that she lets fall, one to either side of her face. And what a face. Everything about it is sharp, angular. Her nose is small and pointed, and her amber-gold eyes easily narrow to mere slits. Dark eyebrows arch above those singular eyes, always goading, forever mocking whoever dares to challenge her. Her pale, flawless skin only makes her seem colder and more deadly, adding to her air of precision.
Azula wears what is practical: loose pants tucked into high boots and a close shirt under a tunic of dark red. Of course, her other garb is in a shade of red or brown in the case of her boots.
History: The second child of Ozai and Ursa, Azula should not have been who she was. Second children are not classically fawned over and groomed to take the throne. But Azula was different. Her firebending abilities were apparent from an early age and her father recognized the potential in his daughter that he did not see in his firstborn. So Azula’s talents were focused and honed, perfected, one might go so far to say. She was brought up with the idea that she not her brother, would one day take the title of Fire Lord, and she lived for that.
It troubled the youngster that her mother did not share her father’s obvious enthusiasm – or some synonymous word, since it is questionable whether the Fire Lord could be ‘enthusiastic’ in the truest definition of the word – and even more so how Ursa doted upon her elder brother. Why not her? She was the better bender, she was better at everything! A child would say that it wasn’t fair, but Azula took it farther; she took it to hatred. It is a sad day when a child could go so far as to hate her own mother, but that is where Azula’s confusion at her mother’s seeming rejection or misunderstanding – at least that is how she saw it – took her.
Azula never developed a close relationship with Zuko, nor did she want to. She thought him weak and she knew who their father favored: her. Azula is Daddy’s Little Girl, from her power to her intelligence to her views. Growing up she came to admire him, revere even, and to scorn those weaker than she. Politics are nothing new to her, as she was exposed to them at an early age, and she has as firm a grasp on them as she does her bending, though that grasp is cruel and hard and full of malice.
Inventory: Azula carries with her only what the situation requires, relying on her bending for defense (or attacks, as it were) and her intelligence to procure any items of particular need.
Personality: There are so many words to describe Azula: cruel, cynical, prodigy, committed, powerful, power-hungry, sadistic, concise, perfectionist… the list goes on. But she is not one of these; she is all of them, and more. To call her a complex person would be an understatement of the highest degree.
Obsessed with power, she lives up to the image her father desired to see. A prodigy among firebenders, she has an incredible grasp of the art and she knows it. She flaunts it, but it is a subtle flaunt, shown in her actions and her dark sarcasm rather than an open mocking. Everything about her is cool and composed despite her fiery abilities. Her incredible talent is fueled by a cold, calculating intellect, not rage, and that makes her precise in both her planning and her execution of her plans.
For one so young she has an amazing ability to take control of a situation and turn it to her advantage and her presence, though she can seem unassuming, bears a distinctly commanding air and people listen to her whether they want to or not. She uses her intelligence to her advantage as well, making use of people in such a way that they don’t even realize what she is up to until it’s too late.
Brought up to be a certain way and to live up to the Fire Lord’s expectations that she outshine everyone – except perhaps him – Azula has little sense of family or friendship. It’s a wonder that she has any friends at all, and perhaps there is more to her than the cruel shell. Or maybe not. Apathetic to a high degree, Azula rarely – if ever – shows compassion for others. She has a purpose to fulfill and she will fulfill it at any cost. Devious, one might say, or cunning perhaps, but nice she is not.
Strengths: A gifted firebender, a prodigy by many accounts, Azula wields blue fire as well as being able to create and utilize lightning. Azula also has talents in tactics and strategy, for she is able to change her plans on a whim or out of necessity, and her cold, detached nature allows her insight into how others will or won’t react.
Weaknesses: Azula trusts people only so far, even her friends, and does not let others get too close – not that her personality would let that happen as it is – and while she is good at planning, not even she can plan for the unexpected, and new variables suddenly thrown into her master equation can throw things off in ways she never expected and can’t plan for or change her plans for; not that quickly.
Sample Roleplay: Azula stood on the balcony, hands pressed lightly on the iron rail, golden eyes staring fixedly out over the roofs of the city below. Those eyes, so fiery in hue, were yet so cold in their stare and they flickered systematically over the streets, watching as people went about their business, so blissfully content with their petty, insignificant lives. They were little more than dots from her perch, little black dots like ants in an anthill…yes, like ants. That’s all they were: ants. Easy to turn, to manipulate, to crush. Ants.
A smile twisted across her face at the thought. These people were not to be crushed…not unless they resisted that is. But the Earth Kingdom…the Water Tribe…well. That was a whole other story, now wasn’t it?
Stance shifting, she leaned against the balcony rail, bored. Even she could only stand so much of contemplation. She knew well how there was a time and place for that and a time and place for action. The time for action was coming; she could feel is way down deep in her bones. It was coming.
Word was that the Avatar had returned…how quaint. Azula smirked. No one, not even the Avatar, would ruin her plans. She would make sure of it.
Roleplaying Experience: 8-ish years
How did you find us?: Random search. Just stumbled across it.
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Is He/She a Canon?: Yup
Nationality: Fire Nation
Location: Fire Nation
Alliance: Fire Lord Ozai/ Fire Nation
Is He/She a Bender?: Firebender
Character's Name: Azula
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Height: 5’ 5”
Appearance: It would be folly to say Azula lacked beauty – folly both for the person saying so and because it would not be true – but that beauty is cold and contained, not vibrant and filled with life and love. While her appearance is not always the first thing on her mind, Azula maintains it; ever the schemer, she knows that one’s appearance can be used to alter other’s perceptions and can be incredibly useful, though she does not fall in with those favoring rouge and creams, preferring what she has. If you don’t like it, too bad.
Of average height and a slim figure, she might make heads turn…until said heads got a taste of her less-than-conversational demeanor. Her hair is straight and dark brown, and she keeps it tied back save for two locks that she lets fall, one to either side of her face. And what a face. Everything about it is sharp, angular. Her nose is small and pointed, and her amber-gold eyes easily narrow to mere slits. Dark eyebrows arch above those singular eyes, always goading, forever mocking whoever dares to challenge her. Her pale, flawless skin only makes her seem colder and more deadly, adding to her air of precision.
Azula wears what is practical: loose pants tucked into high boots and a close shirt under a tunic of dark red. Of course, her other garb is in a shade of red or brown in the case of her boots.
History: The second child of Ozai and Ursa, Azula should not have been who she was. Second children are not classically fawned over and groomed to take the throne. But Azula was different. Her firebending abilities were apparent from an early age and her father recognized the potential in his daughter that he did not see in his firstborn. So Azula’s talents were focused and honed, perfected, one might go so far to say. She was brought up with the idea that she not her brother, would one day take the title of Fire Lord, and she lived for that.
It troubled the youngster that her mother did not share her father’s obvious enthusiasm – or some synonymous word, since it is questionable whether the Fire Lord could be ‘enthusiastic’ in the truest definition of the word – and even more so how Ursa doted upon her elder brother. Why not her? She was the better bender, she was better at everything! A child would say that it wasn’t fair, but Azula took it farther; she took it to hatred. It is a sad day when a child could go so far as to hate her own mother, but that is where Azula’s confusion at her mother’s seeming rejection or misunderstanding – at least that is how she saw it – took her.
Azula never developed a close relationship with Zuko, nor did she want to. She thought him weak and she knew who their father favored: her. Azula is Daddy’s Little Girl, from her power to her intelligence to her views. Growing up she came to admire him, revere even, and to scorn those weaker than she. Politics are nothing new to her, as she was exposed to them at an early age, and she has as firm a grasp on them as she does her bending, though that grasp is cruel and hard and full of malice.
Inventory: Azula carries with her only what the situation requires, relying on her bending for defense (or attacks, as it were) and her intelligence to procure any items of particular need.
Personality: There are so many words to describe Azula: cruel, cynical, prodigy, committed, powerful, power-hungry, sadistic, concise, perfectionist… the list goes on. But she is not one of these; she is all of them, and more. To call her a complex person would be an understatement of the highest degree.
Obsessed with power, she lives up to the image her father desired to see. A prodigy among firebenders, she has an incredible grasp of the art and she knows it. She flaunts it, but it is a subtle flaunt, shown in her actions and her dark sarcasm rather than an open mocking. Everything about her is cool and composed despite her fiery abilities. Her incredible talent is fueled by a cold, calculating intellect, not rage, and that makes her precise in both her planning and her execution of her plans.
For one so young she has an amazing ability to take control of a situation and turn it to her advantage and her presence, though she can seem unassuming, bears a distinctly commanding air and people listen to her whether they want to or not. She uses her intelligence to her advantage as well, making use of people in such a way that they don’t even realize what she is up to until it’s too late.
Brought up to be a certain way and to live up to the Fire Lord’s expectations that she outshine everyone – except perhaps him – Azula has little sense of family or friendship. It’s a wonder that she has any friends at all, and perhaps there is more to her than the cruel shell. Or maybe not. Apathetic to a high degree, Azula rarely – if ever – shows compassion for others. She has a purpose to fulfill and she will fulfill it at any cost. Devious, one might say, or cunning perhaps, but nice she is not.
Strengths: A gifted firebender, a prodigy by many accounts, Azula wields blue fire as well as being able to create and utilize lightning. Azula also has talents in tactics and strategy, for she is able to change her plans on a whim or out of necessity, and her cold, detached nature allows her insight into how others will or won’t react.
Weaknesses: Azula trusts people only so far, even her friends, and does not let others get too close – not that her personality would let that happen as it is – and while she is good at planning, not even she can plan for the unexpected, and new variables suddenly thrown into her master equation can throw things off in ways she never expected and can’t plan for or change her plans for; not that quickly.
Sample Roleplay: Azula stood on the balcony, hands pressed lightly on the iron rail, golden eyes staring fixedly out over the roofs of the city below. Those eyes, so fiery in hue, were yet so cold in their stare and they flickered systematically over the streets, watching as people went about their business, so blissfully content with their petty, insignificant lives. They were little more than dots from her perch, little black dots like ants in an anthill…yes, like ants. That’s all they were: ants. Easy to turn, to manipulate, to crush. Ants.
A smile twisted across her face at the thought. These people were not to be crushed…not unless they resisted that is. But the Earth Kingdom…the Water Tribe…well. That was a whole other story, now wasn’t it?
Stance shifting, she leaned against the balcony rail, bored. Even she could only stand so much of contemplation. She knew well how there was a time and place for that and a time and place for action. The time for action was coming; she could feel is way down deep in her bones. It was coming.
Word was that the Avatar had returned…how quaint. Azula smirked. No one, not even the Avatar, would ruin her plans. She would make sure of it.