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Name: Musei Lanilon
Age: 11
Gender: M
Karmic Alignment: +1
Rank: [LB]-4
Tribe/Nation: Air Nomads (Though I could very well go wherever I am needed)

General Description: He's usually silent, and his unemotional eyes show almost nothing to most people. Only the most perceptive could attempt the 'eyes are the doors to the soul' trick. His body is fairly toned, and there is a series of scars down his back where he was hit by a bear.


Eye Colour~ A metallic silver.
Hair Colour~ Bright orange.
Skin Colour~ He is very tan, but you can tell he used to be pale as a child.
Clothing~ He wears a thick shirt with a low V-neck, normally grey, that covers his palms and top of the hand; practically a built-in glove. He wears shorts, kneelength, that are made of a durable cargo. He likes things that are built to last. Finally, he wears his father's trenchcoat-like suit. It was normally black, but it is a light-grey from sunbleaching and wear. It reaches from his neck down to his ankles.
History/Bio:
Musei, as a child, lived a normal and healthy life with his loving parents. He lived to be about five before that all changed. A group of bandits began raiding their small village near the border of the Air Nation, and their house was one of the first. A group of about three men burst through the weak barricade his parents had made, made them plead for their lives, and slaughtered them all. Musei only got away because his parents had put him into a small room below the house; apparently for such occasions.

He heard what had happened, and didn't quite understand it. Even as drops of his parents' blood seeped through the trapdoor, he still didn't get it. After a day of crying, when he was sure it was safe, he crawled out of the hole to see his parents lying on the floor. He tried waking them, they didn't stir. He bounced on them to wake them up, they still did not move. A final realization that his parents were 'gone' hit him, and he began crying uncontrollably. His sobs rang through the empty village, where no ears could hear him.

He finally stopped sobbing only because his tear ducts had stopped working and it hurt to even breathe. He stayed in the state of mourning for the rest of the second day, until his stomach began rebelling. Musei stayed alive for months on the stored goods the village had in their houses.

Unfortunately, the time came when he had to leave the village. The food simply didn't exist anymore. For about three months he was there, and then he was forced to become a nomad. He buried his parent's bodies in the underground passage, but it took a few hours just to get them there.

For years, Musei lived by catching animals with his bare hands. This became increasingly difficult, and he began to starve once again. Quickly, however, his survival instinct kicked in and he started making traps, and weapons to kill animals with.

After 5 years of living like this; sleeping in trees, hunting small rodents and rabbits, he was 'found'. A small, illegal band of slave traders found him lying in the tree and tried getting him down. However, Musei refused to yield. They tried chopping down the tree, but Musei would just shift to another. They tried climbing, but none of the out-of-shape traders could make it very far. Finally, one tried throwing rocks. The rock sailed clear and true, aiming straight for Musei's head. Musei tried to defend himself, and hoped to himself that it wouldn't hit him. As if hearing his plea, it didn't. Wide-eyed, he put his arms down and looked at the rock, laying right below him.

Those same wide eyes were on the faces of the traders before they bolted away from the 'demon child'. At that point, he couldn't control his power at will; it was almost a wild card. He was eventually discovered by a traveling bender, when Musei was trying to blow leaves off of trees for a fire.

He was quickly taken to the Air Nation capitol by the friendly bender, where he said Musei could 'train to become stronger'.

Name: Kihane
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Karmic Alignment: +3
Rank: [LB]-4
Tribe/Nation: Air Nomads
General Description:

Eye Colour~ Very deep brown, almost black in appearance
Hair Colour~ N/A
Skin Colour~ Dark brown
Clothing~ Typical airbender clothing (yellow trousers and undershirt with an orange sash-like pieces of cloth tied around the waist, elbows and wrists; a loose, orange over-shirt; and soft, flexible brown shoes). He also wears a prayer necklace with a single feather over his clothes.

History/Bio: Kihane was alone. He’d always felt that way. Perhaps it was because of the odd stares whenever he walked into a room or maybe the half-hidden whispers that followed his every step. He tried to hide it from himself but deep down he knew. It was his dark skin and eyes that brought him this silent pain. He was different, and he couldn’t help but feel the bitter
rejection of his peers.

He was born near the Southern Air Temple in the high mountains and left in the care of the monks as an infant. They raised him well and, once he was able to read and write, he proved an avid and dedicated learner. He buried himself in books and scrolls that sparked his imagination. He often wrote and drew down his ideas on paper and kept them stored away in his room to look at and go through when he was alone.

Although Kihane’s bending abilities were only average he had a strange communion with the birds of the neighboring mountains. He fed them and sat with them outside the temple whenever he had the chance. As proof of his deep bond with them, he kept a single feather that he had found on a windowsill tied around his neck on a special prayer necklace that he always wore.

Kihane’s isolation made him a daydreamer. He was often found watching the skies, alone with his birds, or reading in his room. He felt a pull at his spirit that compelled him to wander and he could stay at the temple no longer. On the eve of his fourteenth birthday he packed a small bag with food, some writing supplies, and a book whose pages were blank. He planned to fill it with words and pictures showing all that he’d see and hear on his journey.