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 Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 9:44 pm
The village section of the Norther Water Tribe is somewhat like a maze, there are many bridges connecting houses over the water, however, only water benders can use these bridges to travel as most are purposely incomplete, made out of ice and waiting to be completed, then destroyed, by a water bender. A precaution just in case someone invaded with ground troops.
Aside from that, most of the houses are all the same, and all made of ice created by benders. That being said, bending is much like a religion to those of the Northern Water Tribe, making them very "Pro-Benders" A perfect safe haven for most benders. Though, very few fire benders are ever welcomed there, as there is still a huge grudge against them.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 10:24 pm
 Hawke was at the edge of the village, like he was most of his days. He let his feet dangle over the edge of the great gates that blocked the city out from the rest of the ocean, letting his one and only friend, a pure white unknown bird, rest right next to him. For almost 8 hours straight he had been practicing his bending, something he had done every day since the fist day he arrived, making him one of the most powerful benders in the Norther Water Tribe. The problem was, he actually never had gotten any experience fighting, making him probably one of the worst people in a fight. He had refused to talk to anyone, communicate with anyone, and thus he had never sparred with anyone. It was his loss really, but that's just the way he was. After taking his little rest, Hawke stood up and slowly raised his hand, causing a pillar of water, about 5 feet in diameter and 50 feet high, raise from the ocean. He froze the pillar of water, then, with his other hand, he carefully sliced sections into the pillar while keeping it still, creating several dozens of small thin disks of ice. Then, with a push of both his hands, the disks blew back, only for him to call then back to him, all the now razor sharp disks were heading towards him, each under his control. Before they hit him, about 20 feet away, he let go of his control over them and then attempted to dodge them all. He, sadly, was very unsuccessful as for after all of them had passed, turned into water and harmlessly splashed into the water behind him, he had several cuts all over his body, his clothes were completely torn. The small white bird landed on his shoulder and chirped in his ear softly with worry. But the boy only responded by letting out a soft sigh and limping back to his home that was set up for him. He was an excellent bender, one of the best, he could blood bend, control almost any liquid there was, even gas, but physically he was weak, extremely weak. So he was training himself to try to become stronger, but he was being way to hard on himself.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 4:29 am
As Hawke made his way towards his house, someone ran by him and saw his physical condition and immediately called for some help, however, the stubborn boy just kept on walking on, ignoring the man trying to get him help. Eventually Hawke reached his destination, however, right before he could enter the house given to him, a team of medical staff approached him and requested that he left with them. He knew that he had no choice any longer, so he nodded at his bird friend, a signal telling him to get inside without him. The little bird gave him a saddened look, but didn't refuse the notion as it flew in through the window. As Hawke walked with the medical team, since he refused to be put on any kind of stretcher, he noticed that quite a few of the villagers had gathered around, some of them looking at him in horror, others in confusion, and some in hatred and fear of him. He knew what they were all thinking, even though in various different forms, to them he was nothing but a scar to the village, they wanted nothing to do with him. As they arrived at the medical hut, Hawke knew very well what was about to happen next as the leader of the village entered the tent with a heavy look on his face. "Forgive me, Hawke, however....I'm requesting that you pack up your things and leave here when you can. I...have not made this decision lightly, but it's a decision nonetheless. Forgive me." Without waiting for a response, since the elder knew very well that Hawke wouldn't say anything, he turned and left. Although Hawke didn't say anything, his heart did sink down a little bit. He was used to living here, used to the solidarity that he could get. Now he had to leave that all behind, it was a shame really. When they finished patching him up, Hawke left for his house, packed all his things up, which wasn't much, it was literally just his clothes, the only possessions on him. As he left his house with the bag, a small crowd had gathered to see him off, but, sadly not to say goodbye, but more to just watch out of curiosity, like they were expecting something special to happen. Without a second thought, Hawke loaded his stuff onto the little boat that they had given him, and left, without having goodbye or anything at all. The boy had no idea where he was going, no idea what was even out there, but he figured that he was about to find out. Right when he remembered that he was missing something, the little white bird let out a chirp as it landed on his shoulder and the boy actually smiled, content and happy now.
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