A Fierce water bender from the southern tribe
He is serious all the time, and always ready to settle an argument with fists. He feels that weapons were made BECAUSE peace was never possible. At least for very long. Always there is one nation or another ready to kill needlessly, and to keep that from happening to the water nation, he has trained to be the fastest. Strongest. Most tactically advanced water bender in the south pole. His faction of soldiers trained by him, from an early age share his thinking. He's a creative killer, and an even more intuitive inventor.
He carries a back pack full of supplies, and some useful things, like oil, and tinder sticks. And other odds and ends he's made for certain purposes, like the appendage extractor he uses for torturing the non-benders who come looking for a fight.
His life hasn't always been so up in arms. he was a goofy child, having discovered his talent for bending at the age of four. About the time the nation was asked to be at a meeting between the other nations. His Tribe Chief, and father told him that life would soon be better, but when his dad never came home from the meeting he feared the worst. Soon the non-benders were rioting in the streets. Grabbing any one known or showing that they could bend. His mother was taken along with his older sister. Both having been bending in the medical tent to help ease the ill. He had killed that day. A man struck his mother, and began disrobing his sister right out there in the street. as he screamed he pointed his tiny fist at the would be rapist and caused an icicle to stab him through the throat. his sister then picked him up, and tried getting his mother too, but having seen their fellow rioter fall, they killed her soon after his body hit the ground. Now he looks after his fellow benders, and fights along side his sister. Ready to kill any one who feels he and his men shouldn't live any longer then they have, and that's just about every one in the world. I guess he'll have his work cut out for him.