Left alone with only reflections of the memory
To face the ugly girl that's smothering me
Sitting closer than my pain
He knew each tear before it came
To face the ugly girl that's smothering me
Sitting closer than my pain
He knew each tear before it came
Name: [not given]
Nicknames: Naida
Age: 19
Gender: female
Sexuality: bi-sexual, though she would never admit it.
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 135
Hair color/style: Light brown, short, messy
Eye color: cerulean blue
Skin tone: light tan
Clothing: Around equalists she wears a black and red nurse uniform with a black surgical mask and an eyepatch over her left eye. She also wears long black gloves.
Scars/Tattoos/Marks: Naida has extreme scarred tissue across her mouth, cheeks, arms, and hands from burning. Her left eye is gone.
Family: Mother [Deceased]
Father [unknown]
Older Brother [Deceased]
Currently living: In Republic City
Bender: Water bender, posing as a non-bender
Jobs/Professions: A medic for the equalists
Personality: Naida keeps to herself and tries not to get to close to anyone, equalists or not. She's prone to random ptsd driven panic attacks but for the most part she handles them on her own, away from everyone.
Likes: listening to the radio, soaking her feet on the shore, amon's passionate speeches, riding in a sato mobile, singing when no one is listening
Dislikes: benders who abuse their powers, fire benders in particular, frozen things
Crushes: Amon [not so much a crush as it is admiration and devotion to him and his cause]
Fears: lightening, fire, snowstorms, icicles, being found out as a bender
Secrets: Naida means 'water nymph'. Along with her father's ring, it is the last connection she kept as a waterbender when she decided to throw away her old life and join the equalist movement.
Birth place: A small town north of Republic City
Biography: There was once a happy little girl who was born to a water bending father and an earth bending mother. She had one older brother who was a skilled earth bender while the girl inherited her father's natural talent in water bending. The family wasn't wealthy or successful but they were happy. And when her family was happy, the little girl was happy.
As the years went by, the little girl grew older, into a teen. As time passed it became obvious that her mother and father were growing apart. It was soon decided that the father would move back to the northern water tribe while her mother and older brother would move to Republic City. The not so little girl begged her father to take her with him but in nearly broke her heart when he refused saying she would be better with her mother. So the teen begrudgingly moved to the big city with her mother and brother.
It didn't take long for the young teen to adjust to city life, excelling in her classes and becoming quite the talented healer, another trait she inherited from her father. Not wanting to rely entirely on her bending however the smart young girl learned other forms of medicine and healing the 'non-bender' way. She dreamed of becoming a great doctor able to help the people of Republic City with whatever ailed them. Ah it was nice to dream.
More time passed and the little girl was now almost done with school. Her and her brother had taken a habit of listening to the radio together, having their own social commentary with the news that played over the waves. There was this one movement that was rising up called the equalists. A movement that wanted to completely abolish bending. Claiming benders were tyrannical and abused their powers. While initially hearing something like that gave the two bending siblings the chills they soon shook it off. Yes there were violent benders out there but for the most part they were peaceful easygoing normal people like them. The girl smiled as she confidently said, "I'm sure this Amon guy will change his mind once he sees how relaxed we benders really are."
Oh how it was nice to dream...
A cold winter brought an ominous chill through the modest apartment the family shared. To cold for pride, the small family of peaceful benders huddled together under the furs and used shared body heat to keep each other warm while they slept. But the sudden sound of glass breaking jarred the family from their slumber. Before any of them could fully register it they were rushed by two angry men demanding that they give them all their money and valuables. The mother, fearful for the safety of her children, bent the earth underneath the intruders attempting to knock them backwards. They easily sidestepped the trap and the tan man formed an icicle from the snow blowing in from the broken window, sending it through the mothers chest causing the woman to fall to the ground almost instantly bleeding out. The girl rushed to her mothers side frantically trying to heal her but to know avail, all the while her brother taking up their mother's place trying to protect his little sister. A futile attempt it seemed, as the other man engulfed the brother in flames. His screams of pain and anguish rang in the girl's ears until they eventually died away.
The girl begged and pleaded for her life, promising not to go to the police, to cooperate. They were willing to grant this request but at a price. They had chained the poor girl to a chair and tortured her for hours, burning across her lips and cheeks, engulfing her hands and arms with fire, and topping it all off with gauging out her left eye with the same sharp icicle that killed her mother. It was soon after this the girl went into shock from blood loss.
When she awoke the girl was in the hospital, her entire face arms and hands wrapped in gauze and other bandages. Thankfully one of the neighbors had informed the police and she was saved from the same fate as her family. However it would be a painful road to recovery. Though through the infections from the burns and the nights of lying awake half from agonizing pain half from night terrors from the horrible night, the radio had kept her company. And as the equalist movement grew stronger this Amon guy started to make more and more sense. There were nights where his passionate speeches had moved the girl to tears in her hospital bed and as her body finally started to work with her again the girl made a firm decision.
It was obvious that bending was the problem. Had those men not been benders, just regular thieves with regular weapons, her family would have been able to defend themselves. But bending had corrupted them, made them into monsters no one could defend themselves against. And according to other accounts from the survivor group she was recommended, the bending tyranny was a much bigger problem than her and her brother originally thought it was. It was at that survivor group she picked up the equalist pamphlet and read through the literature with her one eye left.
When she finally had the strength to go back to her apartment, still disheveled from that horrid night, she grabbed only essential clothing, her two nurse uniforms, and her father's ring before throwing every other possession in the bathtub. She lit a candle and tossed it in setting fire to her old life. Her life as a bender.
She went down to Yue bay and prayed to the moon spirit one last time as she dyed one of her nurse uniforms black in the cool clean waters of the river connecting to the bay, taking care to bend the water around her arms to keep her still sensitive burns from getting wet. This would be the last bending she would ever do.
Soon as the uniform was dyed she put it on along with a black surgical mask over her scarred mouth and cheeks, a black patch over her missing eye, and long soft satin black gloves over her burnt arms. The final piece was to put her father's ring within her medical pouch. She would find a better suited home for it soon but for now, this would do. The girl, no, the young woman stood as straight as she could and began walking. As she walked to the equalists recruitment office, each step leaving a piece of her old identity behind, she began to acclimate to her new self. Her better self.
Naida. The equalist non-bender.
Theme song: Sorrow -- Flyleaf
Sorrow last through this night
I'll take this piece of you and hope for all eternity
For just one second I felt whole
As you flew right through me
