Wind; Sudden/Fast | Refers to a sudden or fast wind, a gale.
âI donât believe in miraclesâI never did.â
âI donât believe in miraclesâI never did.â
â Theme
30 Seconds to Mars â This is War
Cinema Bizarre â Forever or Never
âWhat we think we know of others is only ever the surface of things.â
âNicknameâ
[ None ]
âAgeâ
[ 25 ]
âGenderâ
[ Male ]
âPrimary Element:â
[ Air ]
âSecondary Element:â
[ None-- though he is quite proficient with swords. ]
âFace Claim:â
[ Sinbad | Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic ]
âTake careâa clever illusion is a dangerous weapon.â
âHair Colorâ
[ Deep black, with a faint purplish sheen to it. ]
âEye Colorâ
[ Golden ]
âSkin Toneâ
[ Fair | Pale | Ivory ]
âHeightâ
[ 6'2" ]
âWeightâ
[ 187 ]
âPhysical Descriptionâ
[ There is something different about Fang, something that tends to subtly draw attention to him. Perhaps itâs his height, given how much taller he is than most people. Perhaps itâs the obvious patrician nature of his featuresâhe does not look like someone that belongs in the more common areas of Republic City, exactly. In fact, there is something in his looks thatâs reminiscent of statues and paintings of Fire Lord Zuko and his wife, the Fire Lady Mai. Itâs that same sort of pale refinement, and of course, his eyes are the gold generally passed along the highest noble lines of Fire Nation genetics. Even given all the mixing thatâs been taking place since the end of the Hundred Year War, that trait rarely shows up anywhere elseâthe gold is untainted by amber or brown in any measure, and thereâs a sort of liquid, metallic sheen to them. Their shape is a narrow almond sort, a bit exotic.
Fangâs hair is a deep, purple-tinged black, long enough that even pulled up in a tail, it descends to the backs of his knees. There are shorter bits in front, which often hang in his face or down around his ears. Itâs strands are straight and shiny, and whether he puts effort into it or not, rather soft, all things considered. He doesnât look like someone who take a great deal of concern over how he looks, but rather was simply naturally gifted with nice features. The expression on his face usually looks faintly troubled by something, or at least thoughtful. He doesnât seem to make any real effort to conceal how he feelsâitâs just that not much seems to move him to feeling.
His clothes tend to be loose, and he favors black and white over colors, though he will occasionally wear green or blue. He can almost always be seen with a pair of swords, broad-bladed and curved, across his back. Though otherwise unornamented, Fang does wear a pair of golden hoop earrings. For someone who seems otherwise disinclined to jewelry, this is a little strange. One can be left to assume, then, that the objects are in some way sentimental. He moves gracefully, with a certain kind of lightness and elegance that is nevertheless entirely without thoughtâcareless might be the word, or effortless. The air about him has a faint thrum to itânot audible, certainly not visible, more like the feeling that thereâs something alive about it. Itâs hard to pin down, exactly, but it unnerves some people and soothes others. ]
âWhat I am, what I can do⊠it has never been enough.â
âPotential Interestâ
None at the current moment: There's someone lingering in his memory, someone very hard to forget. It was not a pleasant story, not in the beginning and not at the end, but all the same, it was one that consumed his attention and his heart. He isn't sure there's any of it left for someone else, and he hasn't come across any reason to be interested in finding out.
âSkillsâ
- â
Analysis || Given how infrequently his emotions seem to rule his life, logic is a fitting alternative, and it does indeed come naturally to him. He is good with tactics and reading people both, though whether he cares about anything he learns this way is kind of hard to tell.
â Puzzles || His mind moves in unconventional ways, and Fang sees connections in things that other people might miss. As a result, solving puzzles is rather easy for him, regardless of their nature. He will often occupy himself with puzzle boxes or suchlike, just as a way of passing his time.
â Flutes/Pipes || His talent for woodwind instruments was actually developed before his airbending, and though there are certainly similarities, he prefers to think of this as a hobby in the strictest sense. He's been known to play on the street for money as part of a cover identity, however.
âAbilitiesâ
- â Airbending || It took a while for Fang to manifest his airbending abilities, and longer still for anyone to believe that he had them. Understandably, it's still a very rare gift, possessed by only a few of the Avatar's living descendants. Even when he found out about them, it was difficult to secure him a teacher. Eventually, he learned from his great uncle, Tenzin, but even so, the majority of what he knows is self-taught, and learned from extensive experimentation. He's been something of a late bloomer in this respect, though there's no mistaking his talent. Most of the time, however, he conceals that he's capable of it at all.
â Swordplay || Fang had learned how to hold and wield a sword long before he ever discovered his bending. It is this that he considers his true art. One can be born a number of things, perhaps, but he was raised a swordsman, and this carries certain implications that are not always in keeping with peaceful airbending ideals. He's excellent with either one or two blades, enough that he could be considered a master of either style.
â Parkour || The years he's spent in Republic City and his own natural agility (and sometimes his bending) make him very good at running, jumping, climbing, roof-running, and otherwise navigating in urban environments.
âThere is something cold under my skin, where there should be warmth. You took it all with you when you left.â
âOther:â
One of Aang and Katara's daughters married into Zuko's family, and the result of that union was Fang's mother, a firebender. His father was also a firebender, accounting for the fact that he looks like a member of Fire Nation nobility: he is. Given that all of his aunts and uncles and his siblings were firebenders, it was somewhat disappointing when he was not as well, and the possibility of his being an airbender was never even considered, at least not until he accidentally discovered his abilities, much later in life than benders usually do. He was about fifteen at the time, actually. After that, he moved to Republic City and studied under his great-uncle Tenzin for a while, but he has since struck out on his own, and though his family is vaguely aware of where he is and he keeps in contact with them via letters, they are not privy to the details of the most recent five years of his life or so.
âHabitsâ
- â Zoning Out || One of the downsides to having a mind like Fang's is that one can often end up caught in tangents of thought or obsessed with a certain problem until the solution presents itself. As a result, he often drifts off into thought and stares into space. This can happen at comedically-inconvenient times, such as when he's trying to make dinner or something, which means that even the simplest of tasks is a bit risky for him to undertake without supervision of some kind. Some have found this trait annoying, others endearing.
â Reading || It's perhaps only natural for someone like him to have a love of books and knowledge, and he does not disappoint. Despite being small and otherwise unremarkable, his apartment in Republic City has several large bookshelves stuffed with books, scrolls, tomes, and the like, all of which he's collected and read over the course of his life.
â Flute-Playing || It's what Fang does to take his mind off of other things, or to relax when he encounters some kind of difficulty or roadblock. If asked, he'll confess that it helps him think and focus better.
âLikesâ
- አQuiet || The endless stream of nothing-speech and background noise that seems to come with the city bothers him, and there are times when he'd almost literally kill for a bit of peace and quiet. He can't handle too much stimulation at once, and tends to leave situations that are charged with too much clamor.
አPlants || He spent a lot of time in the gardens of his family's estate when he was young, and has come to appreciate the finer points of gardening as a result, Interestingly, his apartment has several kinds of flower, herb, and bamboo in every windowsill. He has something of a knack for growing things, even the notoriously-difficult plants.
አTea || He's... decent at brewing it, on average, meaning that he's pretty good when he doesn't zone out in the middle of doing so and thus burn it or something, but he often does just this, leading him to prefer it when other people actually make the stuff. He grows excellent tea leaves, though, and can identify most of them by smell alone.
âDislikesâ
- â Roses || Particularly the yellow ones. They remind him of unpleasant things he'd rather not think about. For all of that, though, he has a miniature yellow rosebush in his home. There are some things that must not be forgotten, after all.
â Noise || It's already hard enough for him to keep all of his thoughts heading in one direction, and external distraction just makes that worse. Besides, he appreciates both music and the sounds of nature-- both of which the city sadly lacks most of the time.
â Sour Things || It's just an odd taste preference of his. He doesn't mind the smell of citrus, for example, and he'll drink teas with orange or lemon components, but he prefers the other kinds vastly more, and will not likely eat any such substance plain.
âStrengthsâ
- ⊠Training || Which is to say, he's had a lot of it. A top-notch formal education is expected of a member of the Fire Nation's ruling house (even if he's nowhere near in line to be Fire Lord). Additionally, his mother trained him in the ways of the sword, something that she learned from her grandfather, Zuko. His airbending training was the last thing he learned, but it, too, was superb as far as training goes: Tenzin is recognized as the only true master of airbending still alive. So it's fair to say that Fang has been lucky in terms of learning from the very best.
⊠Stealth || He knows how to move with light steps, and how to conceal himself in darkness. If Fang doesn't want to be seen or heard, he won't be, simple as that.
⊠Logical Mentality || Even in tough or dire situation, she's able to keep his cool. He wasn't always like that, and indeed, it's a relatively rare trait in his family even now, but one could compare him to his great grandmother Mai in this respect-- he rarely becomes emotional. When he does, though... it's best to be out of the way.
âWeaknessesâ
- ⯠Withdrawn || Though he ca observe and analyze quite well, Fang isn't very good at engaging with people, especially when it comes to things like small talk. For him, a friend is someone you don't need to do any of those things with, but it's making the friends in the first place that gives him difficulties. He will rarely volunteer information about himself, and his quiet nature and tendency to lose himself in thought are sometimes mispercieved as shiftiness or a lack of trustworthiness.
⯠Adrift || He doesn't seem to have much of a purpose. What he does now, he does for the dying wish of someone he loved, but even he knows that it's not the right thing to be doing. Even so, he can't seem to bring himself to defy her wish, and so he acts without wanting to, without any force in his life powerful enough to stop him or change his ways.
⯠Cynical || His circumstances have led him to a sort of deep jadedness about life-- he sees it as largely lacking a point, and for this reason, does not seem to genuinely care whether what he's doing is the right thing or not.
âAll the world is a stage, and the people upon it, players. I fear that the play is a tragedy.â
âPersonalityâ
Contemplative | Courageous | Misguided | Observant
[ If minds were machines, Fangâs would be a constantly-whirring engine. He generally maintains two or three trains of thought at once, and this can give him the appearance of being distracted. In may cases, he is. The sheer amount of things he can notice can be overwhelming, especially in a city of the size of Republic City. It cam quite close to driving him crazy when he first arrived, but heâs managed to adapt to it somewhat by this point. Still, it can sometimes seem like he has eyes in the back of his headâheâs rarely unaware of anything going on around him, and heâs quick to react to it if he feels that this is necessary.
Though he notices much, he says little, preferring not to get bogged down in conversational niceties that heâs never really understood. This occasionally makes him seem impolite or even rude, but thereâs actually something faintly endearing about his constant distractedness and the foibles that result from it; at least, some people have thought so. While he has a lot of knowledge in a diverse array of areas, heâs not one to make a big deal of this, and heâll never say something only for the purpose of seeming well-informed or smart. He tends to speak in riddles or vaguely when he does talk, which can throw people off. It also makes it that much more jarring when he does say something blunt and direct, which will happen from time to time. Actually, he thinks heâs being blunt and direct all the time, but his thought processes are strange enough, his grasp of puzzles and logic keen enough, that what makes perfect sense to him may not translate very well for others, especially since he doesnât tend to let people in on his thinking, only what he gets to at the end of it.
Thereâs something a little cold about him, though it doesn't manifest as straightforward chilliness. Rather, itâs like, deep down where other people are supposed to keep their true feelings, their aspirations, their hopes and their dreams, Fang just has⊠nothing. He had these things once, and indeed remembers them, but he has them no longer. He is, in some ways, a blank person, a person without anything to motivate him or anything to care about. On the one hand, it means heâs not stubborn and always keeps an open mind, but on the other⊠it makes him a bit apathetic, and uncaring, detached from the goings-on around him as though untouched by the troubles of other people. Caring is hard for him to do.
He has basically no temper, but heâs not exactly patient, either. If thereâs a reason for him to do something, heâll do it, even if it takes a while, but if it has no purpose, he wonât bother staying around. This has occasionally led to him walking away from conversations with people, for instance. He might be able to come to care about things as he used to, but definitely not alone. Heâs not even sure if he wants to: the last time he cared, it ended very poorly for everyone involved. ]
âNothing lasts forever, and nothing truly dies. The resolution of this paradox is the solution to all things.â
âHistoryâ
[ Being the great-grandchild of exactly three members of the original Team Avatar is not an easy thing to do. From the time that he was born, there was always a lot of expectation about Fang, as well as his brother and sister. They were the next generation in two great merged lines, to say nothing of the fact that his fatherâs house was also known to have once been servants to dragons. Thatâs a lot of expectation for such a small child, especially one who seemed to be behind his older siblings in his development. While his brother and sister were both firebending prodigies, Fang could never summon even the slightest flame, and that was a great disappointment to himself and all of those around him.
His mother, sensing his discontent and shame at this, taught him instead the way of the sword. As she put it, her great uncle and great aunt, as well as her very own grandmother, never had any bending, and all of them were still great people with great things to give to the world. Even the Fire Lord himself had once felt more comfortable with steel in his hand than fire, especially because of the fact that, like Fang, Zuko had felt overshadowed by his sibling. Fang seized upon the lessons like they were his only salvation, and was soon by far the best swordsman around, often competing in tourneys against Fire Nation soldiers and winning. It didnât quite feel like enough, not when his siblings were such wonderful benders, but it was something that he could call his own, and he relished in that dance of blades.
On the day he turned fifteen, things got even more complicated. He was practicing his sword forms with his mother, and she was teaching him to avoid bending strikes and fight even those with talent for manipulating the elements. One of her flames got a little too close for comfort, and though she was about to quench it to protect him, Fang panicked⊠and blew the flame away with a gust of air. His mother tried to get him to replicate the task, but no matter how he tried, it wouldnât come to him a second time. They both wrote it off as some kind of flukeâperhaps the natural breeze had simply swept in at that moment. There had been no airbenders in their family line, after all: only one of the Avatarâs children had inherited it, and it seemed to be confined to his family line. The grandmother that had married into the Fire Lordâs family was a waterbender herself, and all of her children had been fire benders like their father, as well as every one of her grandchildren.
But over time, the random occurrences began to look more and more like they werenât random at all, and his parents were forced to conclude that while their son would never bend lame to his will, he may very well have inherited his great-grandfatherâs airbending. But the Fire Nation was no place to learn to control those abilities, and so he was sent to Republic City, to live with his great-uncle Tenzin, and his second cousins (all of whom are ironically younger than himâhis family tended to have children early, whereas Tenzin had his rather late). That even the children were better airbenders than he was discouraging at first, but Fang turned it into his motivation, and learned as well as he could.
It was in this period of his life that he also started to make forays into the city. His friends were not exactly the kinds that Tenzin approved ofâdelinquents, mostly, and a few with parents in the Equalists, who did not know that Fang himself was a bender. Some even joined the Equalists themselves, but Fang was content to stay out of itâuntil he met her.
The Rose, they called her, and rightly so, for she was the most beautiful woman heâd ever seen. Her real name was Saki, and she worked in an upscale brothel that also served as a meeting place for the Equalists, so as to remain under the radar. She was a member herself, and a chi blocker, who used her job as a cover to gather information. She was everything Fang had not been exposed to in his innocent life: worldly, seductive, and entirely manipulative when she wanted to be. She was also at least seven years his senior, but he couldnât really have cared less about that, and she seemed to be interested in him as well. He pursued her with a determination that heâd never really had cause to show, before, determined that she should leave the life she led, where she was subject to the whims of anyone with enough coin, and make a more honest living, perhaps with him.
She was, in fact, playing with him the entire time. For her, Fang was a curiosity, an interesting diversion. Saki was clever enough to correctly guess his lineage, and she knew that he would be an excellent asset to the Equalists, bender or no. In time, he confessed to her that he was an airbender, and this only sweetened the opportunity. She managed to deftly manipulate him into joining the Equalists, and he became one of their best assets. His affair with Saki was well-known in the small group of Equalist insiders, but not even any of them were certain of her real intentions. They all knew that he was hopelessly in love, however, and would often tease him about it.
She died the same night he killed his first man. The Equalists were out on the streets, lobbying at first peacefully for their rights, but the rally was soon attacked by members of the Earthbending Triad. The battle was brutal, bloody, and short, and at the end of it, nothing available to them could save Saki, gravely wounded by one of the benders. He held her as she died, and she imparted unto him her dying wish: see the Equalist cause through to the end, no matter the result. He promised her, a twisted thing spun in lies and poison, but he could do nothing elseâhe loved her that much.
He left Tenzinâs tutelage thereafter, unable to look his kind relative in the face with he secrets in his heart and the blood on his hands. Over time, Fang emptied himself of all emotion, becoming a shell of a person, known only to the leader of the Equalists by his real name and to all others simply as âGhost.â He is the shadow hand of the Equalists, the most valuable tool in the leaderâs arsenal. And he doesnât remember if he should hate that or not. ]
âIâm not sure I can ever smile again without you. But maybe I owe it to myself to try.â
