xxBIO: This is Zhen, a sixteen year old firebender who was born and raised in Republic City. Her parents were both firebenders as well and her father- Liang- taught her many things in the way of bending in hopes of her becoming a pro-bender like himself.
Zhen and her family had never had any problems with any anti-benders or equalists as they had never flaunted their bending much. The only time her father had used his fire bending was when teaching Zhen or during pro-bending matches and Zhen and her mother never really used it much at all.
Though the Bao family didn't have many enemies, one small mishap with the Triple Threat Triads got Zhen's mother and father killed when Zhen was only ten. This forced Zhen to go and live with her aunt Fei who was ultimately the one who convinced Zhen to become a pro-bender.
Zhen became the firebender for the Shirshus at age fourteen along with Kita and Houshan (The Shirshus' waterbender and earthbender respectively). Zhen has been playing with the Shirshus for three years now and they have won many titles and tournaments.
xxAPPEARANCE: Zhen is a 5'6 tall female with Ivory skin and golden eyes. Her hair when let loose is down about a few inches past her shoulder blades, however she normally keeps it up in an unkempt ponytail. Her hair is a chestnut brown and is naturally layered. Her bangs are shorter than the rest of her hair and is parted to the side. Her bangs normally fall more to her left side and fall in her eyes even though she has a headband, but she tries to keep it out of the way by flicking her head.
Zhen's clothing is the typical firebender color scheme; red, black, and yellow. She wears a black, formfitting shirt that laces up in the front with a tight, yellow breastplate that wraps around her sides and chest. Her long, crimson coat is worn on top of all of that and is normally buttoned up over; the top buttons are left alone revealing her necklace and some of her shirt and breastplate while most of the bottom (everything from her waist and below) is unbuttoned and flows behind her. The sleeves of her red coat are always scrunched up just above her elbows.
Her black pants are not as tight as her upper clothing and stop just below her knees where they are tied tightly. Zhen also wears flat, brown boots that are covered by tan cloth and wrapped around the bottom so only the front and heel of the boots show.
Zhen's accessories include a brown satchel around her waist which is normally hidden by her coat, bandaged hands, loose black wristbands, a golden necklace, a single three spiked, yellow earring in her left ear, and a yellow headband that fails to hold up her bangs. xxREFERENCES:x
xxPERSONALITY: Zhen is observant, sassy, and very cocky. She is proud of her firebending skills, but she wont get into any unnecessary fights or circumstances to where she has to use her bending. She does seem violent when angered, but she would never mortally wound anyone no matter the circumstances.
Zhen seems to sometimes have a small case of bipolarity as she is happy and cheerful one minute and sad or depressed the next. She can't be described as either solitary or social as she hates being alone some of the times, but other times she can't stand being around people. The way she acts is never really due to any emotional cause, but it just all depends on the time and day.
Zhen loves nature, and actually has more of a soft spot for animals than most humans. She hates big cities (Republic City being one of them) because of all the pollution and destruction it causes. She loves swimming, walking, and other outdoor activities; anything to get her outside. She wishes to live in a place where buildings are scarce and she can enjoy all that nature has to offer.
Zhen is easily bored and when she feels lonely, she might start talking to herself on occasion. She normally hates being alone and yet, even though Kita tells her to get a boyfriend as he will keep her company, she never seems interested. But hey, that's what friends are for, right? To keep you company?
Zhen hates being touched by those who don't mean more than the world to her, especially when she isn't the one offering the physical contact. She normally can deal with and tolerate hugs, but most anything else gets her uncomfortable. Out of all the places on her body, Zhen's least favorite places to be touched are her calves and ankles; they are also the weakest parts of her body.
XXOther InformationXXXXXX ● Zhen has a thing for Bolin~ <3 ● Zhen was created for my Bolin/OC fanfiction ● Zhen is based off of myself (Le gasp, yes, I am a girl!) ● I would like to have lots of art for her (Some with Bolin maybe?)
xxBIO: This is Houshan, an eighteen year old earthbender born and raised in Republic City. His Father, like himself, was an earthbender while his mother didn't have any bending whatsoever. Hou's father was a mechanic who was able to use small amounts of metalbending while his frail mother stayed at home and cooked, cleaned, and took care of Hou.
The Han family wasn't very rich, in fact, they were actually quite poor. They've had quite a few financial problems within the past years and they have been able to just skim by. When Hou was fairly little, Gang- Houshan's father- was even a member of the Triple Threat Triads so he could support his family. However, Gang's wife, Ai, worried for his safety and he blocked off his associations with them.
When Houshan was twelve, his father grew dangerously ill. He had to quit work and was hospitalized for a period of time. After about a year, the doctors had said nothing could help him. Gang spent the remainder of his life at home and in bed. The day before Hou's fourteenth birthday, his father had not woken up from his sleep.
With his working father gone, Houshan and his mother had to figure something out or else they would be evicted from their home. Hou's mother had spent the next year or two trying to find jobs, however it was not easy for her because Ai had spend many years at home with no work due to her frail form. Though his mother had found many jobs, she wasn't able to keep them long. Hou had to think of something for himself and his beloved mother and so he got the idea of becoming a pro-bender.
Houshan had always had a knack for earthbending and so when he tried out for the Shirshus, there was no surprise he had made the team. Sure being a pro-bender doesn't pay much, but it's just enough to pay rent and get some food on the table.
xxAPPEARANCE: Houshan is 6'0 and has fair skin with dark green eyes. His shoulder length, ebony hair is normally kept up in a short ponytail just above the base of his neck. His bangs are usually scattered about on either side of his face, but on him, it never looks bad or unkempt.
Hou's top is a typical Chinese Kung Fu shirt that is a dark green (much like his eyes) and is lined along the collar and middle seam with black. Houshan also wears his signature vest around all the time. His pants are lose and black. They are simple and there isn't much to them which helps in moving around for earthbending. His shoes are a pair of flat, black boots that are rounded and mostly hidden under his pants.
Houshan's accessories include brown gloves and brown cuff-like wristbands. He also wears white crossbelts around his waist and a white yang necklace that his mother has the other half of. He also has multiple ear piercings on his left ear and a 'x' shaped scar on the bridge of his nose that he obtained from a street fight when he was little. xxREFERENCES:x
xxPERSONALITY: Hou is a quiet, protective, and loyal skeptic. He normally holds an emotionless or piercing expression and rarely smiles out of happiness. He doesn't show his emotions as they have hurt him many times before and he refuses to be hurt again. Hou has only let very few people through his walls and those few are the ones he would give his very life for.
Hou is typically cold and sharp-tongued to people he doesn't know or dislikes, however to those few friends of his, he is playfully sarcastic and sassy. At his best, he likes messing around, joking with his friends, and playing simple mind games.
Kita and Zhao are like his younger sisters (or so he tells himself) and he would do anything for them. He appears to be irritated with them most of the time and they always seem to disobey everything he says, but truth be told, he couldn't ask for any two better than them. Hou hates when any man approaches them as they have a knack for attracting attention of the opposite sex (especially Kita); he wishes he could crush the life out of all of them. Although Hou says Kita is like his sister, it seems as if it is a cover up to deny even himself of his true feelings towards her.
Hou is a natural born leader and so it's no surprise he became leader of the Shirshus. He hates being told what to do or being corrected and will put up a heated argument if it comes down to it. Hou always seems to think he is right and always thinks he knows best, he will never admit loss or defeat.
XXOther InformationXXXXXX ● Houshan has a thing for Kita. ● Houshan hates being called, 'Hou', but he got tired of arguing about it. ● Houshan was based off of my best friend's dream guy. ● I originally planed Houshan to fall for Zhen, but after some thinking, figured she would be a bit too mary-sue if I did.
xxBIO: This is Kita, a seventeen year old waterbender born and raised in Republic City. Both Kita's parents are waterbenders as well and tend to flaunt their bending much like Kita herself. Kita and her parents are very proud of their bending and aren't afraid to use it in any situation they might come across.
xxxxxBASICSxxxxx Name:xxx Jezebel Bennet Age:xxx Nineteen - Twenty-one (Depending on roleplay) Gender:xxx Female Race:xxx Harpy
xxxxxBIT MORE IN DEPTHxxxxx Sexuality:xxx Attracted to both, only goes for men though. Birthday:xxx February 9th Height:xxx 5' 6 Weight:xxx135 pounds
xxxxxDOWN TO THE NITTY-GRITTYxxxxx I love:xxx
♥ Roses I loath:xxx
✖ Kids I fear:xxx
☒ Being alone
☒ Those stronger than me Extra:xxx Aside from her human form, she has an in-between form and raven form. She doesn't like to be in-between forms as she thinks she is repulsive.
Nearly jumping out of her skin, Jezebel turned around quickly and saw a man much taller than her. He had long hair, nearly the length of her's if not already and slightly pointed ears. Was he like, some sort of really tall elf or something? No... elves were too unmanly and this man was definitely far from that. Another trait about him that caught Jezebel's attention was the large scar across his right eye. Immediately she wondered what happened as she wasn't use to seeing such injuries, but she brushed off the thought and instead was plagued with a new one... how pleasing is unbuttoned shirt was to her eye.
All these thoughts made Jezebel grin, she didn't even bother to hide her satisfaction. "Not really lost, I'm just exploring." She explained, taking his hand and shaking it, though that probably wasn't his intended gesture. "Jezebel." The harpy cooed, introducing herself. As she waited for her company to introduce himself, she thought that she might want to tone it down just a bit, he seemed open enough, but she didn't want to overwhelm him with- what she believed she had- her charm.
Jezebel couldn't believe how strong she was coming off. Well, how long had it been since she was able to actually even flirt with the opposite sex? Years? Having tried to stay away from humans, she couldn't do much but simple conversation. So, she suppose it made her feel less like a ho since her fun was way overdue. Besides, it wasn't as if she'd sleep with him. Just some harmless little fun. He'd understand, he seemed like the type of guy to do the same.
xxxxxBASICSxxxxx Name:xxx Janette Carolyn Gryffin Nickname:xxx Jan Age:xxx Seventeen Gender:xxx Female Race:xxx Human shape-shifter.
xxxxxBIT MORE IN DEPTHxxxxx Sexuality:xxx Straight Birthday:xxx June 12th Height:xxx 5' 4 Weight:xxx115 pounds
xxxxxDOWN TO THE NITTY-GRITTYxxxxx I love:xxx
♥ Freedom I loath:xxx
✖ School I fear:xxx
☒ Being caged
☒ Losing my voice (Figuratively speaking) Extra:xxx Shape-shifter or not, she can't change the sound of her voice.
☼ᵒ•○ₒ○•ᵒ☼ 'Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!' Janette's alarm clock shouted at her, telling her she needed to get ready for school or face being late. Had Janette cared about school, she would have gotten up. Had Janette cared about being late, she would have gotten up. But did she care about either? No. Slamming her hand down on the annoying device and shutting it up, Janette rolled back over in her bed. Sleep was just about to engulf her once again before a loud and rushed knock was at her door.
"Janette, honey! Time to get up!" Her mother's sweet voice called through the wood. Janette ignored her mother and stayed right in her spot, hoping she'd just leave her alone and hurry to work. No such luck though. The brunette heard her door open and her eyes squeezed tightly together when a bright light flooded the dark room. Damn that woman. "Janette, dear. Please hurry, you'll miss the bus." Irritated, the teen opened her sleep filled eyes and watched as her mother retreated out the room.
Deciding to please her for now and just ditch school later with her two buddies, Janette rolled out of bed and got ready and dressed in her usual; black jeans and a red tank top. Apparently it was against the school's dress code and she had gotten many notes home about it, but once again, did Janette care? No. Why should they dictate what you're able and not able to wear? Lazily, she trotted downstairs to see both her mother and father already dressed, packed and rushing. They both worked full time jobs at offices selling things, purchasing locations for new company buildings, things like that.
Janette walked over to the counter and shoved two things of Toaster Strudels in the other side of the toaster since more than likely dad's toast was in the other. As soon as she pushed her's down, the other popped up and her dad grabbed the two pieces of bland toast. "Morning, honey." Her dad greeted, rushed. "George!" Her mom called, barely able to point at the clock on the wall as her briefcase was in one hand and her coffee in the other. Janette's dad grunted in surprise and shoved his toast in his mouth before grabbing his own coffee off the counter. "Bye, dear!" Both called, her dad's farewell muffled as they shut the door and left. Janette rolled her eyes and took her time on finishing her morning. Of course, by the time she was done, she had missed the bus, but she never took it anyway. Janette was well known in school, but not in the good way; taking the bus would just lead in a fight more than likely. She didn't want that, walking would just be easier. Grabbing her backpack from by the front door, she left the house.
How long had she been in this room? She didn't know, she couldn't begin to fathom how long she'd spent indoors and away from the warmth of the sun. She'd lost count after the second year. She felt as if she was withering away in that room- locked inside for Gods know how long, and how much longer! Getting fed the same foods everyday and not even getting the right ones to maintain natural health. She couldn't even remember the last time she saw the sky; she wouldn't be surprised if her tanned skin was now as white as the bastards who put her here!
Letting out a sigh from her nostrils, Lorche paced around the room, her hands on her hips and shaking her head. At first glance she would have seemed to be in thought, angry at something, but in truth she was only trying to sate her need to be active. She had never stayed indoors this long, she had never sat still for longer than 5 minutes, and now she was locked in this room day and night. Pacing kept her sane, else she would probably strangle the next person that stepped foot into that room; guard or customer. Actually, sometimes she wondered if she even still was sane.
Stopping her pacing, Lorche looked out the window into the hall. Her brown eyes locked onto every customer that walked past. Many seemed interested in her- their eyes locking onto hers as well and stopping for just a moment, but a different slave caught their attention. This was always how it was, everyone seemed to find a slave cuter, more interesting, better suited for their tastes than her. Of course, with her butchered hair, awkwardly shaped ears, and undefined body, she wasn't the cutest or prettiest slave. Not to mention the red band of her collar she was forced to wear; many slave owners are hesitant and thrown off with a hot-headed slave... she wasn't even as impetuous as the collar implied... so she had a bit of a tussle with the guard... he had it coming trying to throw her in this room.
With a sigh, Lorche sat down on the bed in the center of her room. Her head hung and stared at the floor, her caramel bangs shading her eyes. She wasn't sure if she wanted to cry or destroy something; perhaps both. Only problem was she had nothing to take her frustration out on so she was left with only one option. Her slanted eyes began to sting and she took in a deep breath through her nose. Suddenly jerking her head up and laying back on the bed, Lorche squeezed her her eyes shut. As much as she wanted to cry out her despair, she got nothing but ridicule from the guards who seemed to feed off of misery. Why give those bastards the satisfaction...