The Leader

"Evil is a subjective term..."

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a character in “Avatar: The New Legend”, as played by Felilla


"I will purge this world of it's evil, starting with the Avatar."

Full Name:
No one knows his real name, everyone simply calls him "the Leader", or his loyal followers call him "Savior".
Nicknames and Aliases:
The Leader; Savior; Demon

Sexual Orientation:


Hair Color:

Eye Color:
Unknown; assumed to dark
Unknown; tall

Many, many scars
He always wears a mask in the presence of others, even his son. His son probably hasn't seen his face in years.

{Deluded, Psychopathic, Manipulative, Hateful}
The Leader is, to put it simply, a psychopath. Of course, like most antagonists, he believe that what he is doing is right. He's wrong ,of course; trying to kill millions of people is wrong, even if you think it's right. The Leader has completely deluded himself into thinking that he's the world's savior and the Avatar is the one trying to destroy it. He is also spiteful and hateful, never forgiving people that betray him. In fact, if you betray him, he'll kill you on the spot. Unfortunately, the Leader is very manipulative, able to make people think that he's right and they're impure. It's quite disgusting, actually.

In his mind, the Leader doesn't think he's being selfish. He thinks that he's saving the world, being selfless. In actuality, he's just trying to get back at the world for making his own life terrible. That's subconscious though. All subjectivity aside, the Leader is still a cruel man. He will kill without hesitation and is a bit of a meglomaniac. Well, a lot of a megalomaniac actually. As far as anyone knows, he considers himself god. The only person he actually cares about is his son, Shangmu. Everyone else is either a pawn to him or an enemy. He doesn't see the world as anything else. In fact, he probably thinks everything is all one big game.

He hates the new Avatar. Just as he was about to set his plans into motion, she comes out of nowhere and messes everything up. Now, he has to adjust his plans, which includes killing the Avatar and all her little friends.
-Plotting> The Leader will often plot his next course of action, whatever it might be.
-Pai Sho> The Leader is actual quite a fan of Pai Sho
-Talking> He will always be talking, whether to himself, to Nima, or to those around him, which is why he rarely goes on covert missions
-His Mask> It is not uncommon for the Leader to fiddle with his mask.
-Smirking> He will often smirk, even though no one can see it.
-Chuckling> He will chuckle and sometimes talk to himself.
  • Himself
  • His Son
  • People that Believe in his Cause
  • Pai Sho
  • Constant Sound
  • Nima
Dislikes/Hates:(At least 5)(repeat format if more)
  • The Order of the White Lotus
  • The Avatar
  • People that Don't Support his Cause
  • Silence
  • The Spirits
-Intelligence> Despite being a psychopath, he's still a genius.
-Speed> The Leader is very fast.
-Strength> The Leader is also very strong.
-Acrobatics/Flexibility> He is acrobatic and very flexible.
-Weapons> He is also amazing with weaponry.
-Bending?> No one is really sure what he does. It seems like he can bend, but her doesn't do what people normally do to bend.

-His Son> He is very attached to his son and can be rash when it involves him.
-Mentality> He is insane, which can be a blessing, but is usually a hinderance in the end.
-Moral> The Leader has almost not morals, which can be dangerous, if he's not careful.
-Bloodlust> The Leader is filled with bloodlust and it can sometimes cloud his judgment (ex. Killing someone that could've been a useful ally and/or hostage).
-Noise> He has to have constant noise, or he has anxiety attacks; because of this, he cannot go on covert missions.
-Anger> He gets angry quite easily, which could lead to disaster (ex. Killing or maiming one of his best pawns).
-Detachment> Because the only person the Leader cares about is his son, it can sometimes turn people away when he throws them into hopeless situations that will undoubtedly lead to their death.

The Leader was normal once, just another person in this world. If you don't believe it, ask his son. Time and time again though, he had been showed how unfair the world was. He was born an orphan, left on the doorstep of some Earth Kingdom family's doorstep. They took him in. Little did he know that they had committed some serious crimes. The Order of the White Lotus came after them, executing them. The Leader was only a little boy at the time and he had been hiding. He saw his "parents" murdered in front of him. He ran and ran until he was taken in by some old blacksmith, who died when he was only ten.

For years, the Leader was bitter at the world. He thought that he was the only person that had it rough. So, using what skills he had, he started killing for a living. He could care less about anyone but himself. That was until he met her, Nima. She was also an assassin, an orphan like him forced into the life she had. They met on a simple mission, paired together by a wealth tycoon. They found it quite easy to work together despite never doing it before then, and started always working together. Before either them knew what had happened, their partnership became something more. So much more.

When Nima got pregnant, the Leader decided to do one last job that would pay enough money for them to live comfortably for the rest of their lives. Nima gave birth to a beautiful baby boy while he was away. However, only two days after Shangmu was born, Nima was located by the police and executed for her crimes. The Leader returned a few hours later to find the love of his life gone and his little son hidden in the cellar. He took Shangmu and ran, hoping the police wouldn't catch up to him.

He stayed on the run for months, staying at inns and using the money he had earned from his last job. He took care of Shangmu as best he could, but found it difficult. One day, he was sitting at a tea shop trying to get his son to eat when an old man approached him. They started talking and before the Leader knew it, he was telling him everything. About his parents, about being an assassin, about Nima, about how everything was his fault... The old man listened with great interest before offering the Leader the opportunity of a lifetime. He told him that nothing was his fault; it was because of the people in the world. They were unclean, impure. The old man claimed that he could make the Leader pure.

The Leader was still young and he was desperate, so he agreed. He can't recall the exact details, but the old man named Chapal did something that made the Leader's sorrow for his losses disappear. Little did he know that it had made him angry instead of sad. Chapal was the current leader of the Tsumi Ribāsu at the time. The Leader joined him, fully believing that the world was impure and everything needed to be cleansed. He abandoned his name, leaving young Shangmu in the care of the women in the Tsumi Ribāsu until he was old enough to follow orders. Chapal taught him his ways, leading him to think that the only way to save the world from its sin was to destroy it and create it anew.

When Chapal died, the Leader took his place. He used his own manipulation skills to recruit new people. He made them believe that he was right, because in his mind, he is.

Face Claim:
Hei//Darker than Black

So begins...

The Leader's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Garkan Anael Character Portrait: Asha Jin Character Portrait: Aonani Character Portrait: Manaka Teju Character Portrait: Shangmu Character Portrait: Neige Character Portrait: Bipin Sudhir Character Portrait: The Leader Character Portrait: Akiko Iida Character Portrait: Yuki Rin Character Portrait: Fire Lord Ianzok Character Portrait: Tonrar Character Portrait: Earth King Gorron Character Portrait: Hey Iluq Character Portrait: Durjaya " Jay" Osamu Character Portrait: Furi Huo Character Portrait: Jin Liu Character Portrait: Kesuk Yuzuki

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#, as written by Felilla
Book One: Hidden

Legend tells of a time long ago, when Benders were in a majority and technology fell short of prehistoric. Some of these legends start with the simple musings of a person who would soon become one of those legendary heroes. Perhaps these are stories you have heard? One simply word is a key to these tales. This word is simply the "Avatar".

So, you have heard the stories? Good. This will make everything much more simple for all of us. The legend I am going to begin is about journeys of a young Avatar, still ignorant to the ways of the world. However, this story is much different. How? It is very simple, actually. This story is different from the others because it takes place in a world where the Avatar has been nothing more than the whispering of folklore and where bending is a scarce as flying lemurs.

I guess it would be best to start this legend off like the others, wouldn't it? Then, I shall.

Long ago, the Avatar was a symbol of hope and prosperity. That all changed when Avatar Hotaru passed away. The cycle was expected to begin again as it always had, but when no Avatar was born for several decades, the Order of the White Lotus decided that the time of the Avatar had come and passed. The world fell into disarray for many years until all four Nations banded together. They brought peace and prosperity to the dying world.

That was centuries ago. The world has long since become comfortable with the idea of no Avatar as the "bridge between the spirit world and the human world" was severed and drifted into myth. Benders eventually became scarce as well, the art of element control slowly fading into the distance. It was no one's fault and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. However, the ancient Order of the White Lotus made a prophecy that the Avatar would be reborn into a new life when a time of war came to the world.

Sixteen years ago, that prophecy became a reality when a small baby named Asha Jin was born. She was taken to the White Lotus not long after being found bending water, earth, and air around her nursery. The members of the Order were overjoyed, but also very distressed. If the Avatar was alive and well, then that could only mean a terrible evil was brewing below the surface of the seemingly perfect world. After more than a decade and a half, that evil still has yet to manifest, until now...

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Garkan Anael Character Portrait: Asha Jin Character Portrait: Neige Character Portrait: Bipin Sudhir Character Portrait: The Leader Character Portrait: Akiko Iida Character Portrait: Furi Huo

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She woke up to the smell of smoke. She dismissed it as a fire signal sent out to the cargo ships that always came on Friday. With little concern, she fell back asleep. Then, she vaguely remembers someone shaking her, yelling her name. In the distance is the sounds of roaring flames, metal clashing with metal, the occasional gunshot, and the screams. How perfectly she remembers the screams. She was stumbling out of bed, one hand wrapped around an emergency pack Miki had prepared for her months ago. the other around her glider. With a quick pace, she followed Miki out of the small house and into the facility's main courtyard. That was when Asha actually woke up.

She saw flames beyond the control of the Firebenders and devastation around every corner. Without a word, Miki gripped her wrist and led her to one of the other buildings. In her confused and terrified state, Asha could barely make out that it was the stables. Something light and feathery landed on her right shoulder and she glanced at it. Hotaru. It was nothing more than her dove. Miki started speaking rapidly. "You have to get to the Fire Nation. Fire Lord Ianzok will protect you."

Her words slowly sunk in and Asha suddenly stopped, blinking rapidly. "Protect me? From what?"

Miki glanced back at the young girl and smiled softly, "You are so young, Asha. You deserve a happy life, but the destiny of an Avatar is a grave one. You do understand that, don't you?"

Asha nodded, "Of course I do, but what's going on?"

The older woman started dragging Asha towards the stables once again. "They're calling themselves the Tsumi Ribasu. They are here to kill you, Asha. That's why you must leave."

Leave? Asha stared at her surrogate mother in disbelief. How could she leave the Facility? Miki? Daruka? Everything she had ever known? It wasn't long until they reached Asha's flying bison, Yun. The poor animal was obviously terrified. Asha let her instincts take over and started cooing to Yun, soothing her nerves. That was when she noticed the five people staring at her from the other side of Yun's pen. She stared back at them, but had to break her gaze when a loud explosion went off and she had to cover her face.

The stables began to fill with smoke, smothering Asha and the others. "Go!" Miki shouted over the roar of flames. "Hurry!"

Asha scrambled onto Yun, glancing back at Miki to see the old woman taking a defensive stance. She looked over at Asha and smiled softly, "Be careful, Asha! The others will protect you!"

A man stepped into the stables and Asha's eyes widened when she saw his mask. He walked calmly, as if nothing was happening in that moment. "Go!" Miki yelled.

The young girl nodded, "Yun, iku!"

The flying bison took off and out of the roofless stable, Asha's dove also taking flight. Asha looked down briefly to see Miki putting a relatively good fight. She was about to smile when there was a sudden flash of blue electricity. The old woman dropped to the ground as the man in the mask looked up. "Miki!" she screamed, leaning forward

She almost fell off Yun, but someone yanked her back, whispering something into her ear softly. She didn't hear them over the ringing ears while the Facility slowly faded into nothing but a plume of smoke. Asha blinked the years away from her eyes, curling into a ball on Yun's saddle. It was gone. Everything she loved was gone...

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Character Portrait: Manaka Teju Character Portrait: The Leader

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She was walking through what some would consider a nightmare, her feet crunching across broken house and blown up pavement. "Why are you doing this?" The man in a White Lotus uniform cowered in defeat on a pile of ruin. A slow smile crept across her delicate red lips as she removed her gloves, licking them in anticipation and excitement. "Because," she tucked her gloves into her belt so as not to get them dirty, or maybe it was for dramatic affect. "You don't deserve to be saved!" With a jump and movement of her arms a whirlwind passed through them, picking up the sharpest objects it could find and slicing through the man like scissors on paper. The sickening crack of his bones, the wonderful sound of his skin ripping and the blood, so much blood; it was exhilarating. With her same quiet smile, Manaka replaced her gloves back on her hands and turned around, boots crunching once more on broken glass and crushed dreams.

A whistle went past her ear and quickly, she stopped the flood of bullets that was about to pepper her body like rice bags through a corn hole. She could feel the pressure around her drop, Manaka's ears popping as she formed a shield of constant moving air so as not to get hit by a metal ball. Manaka picked up her pace, her purple coat flapping around her as she danced across the grounds of the facility that she used to guard.

"None of you deserve to be saved."

It was fabulous really to watch her once allies burn, the sound of their screams was music to her ears. Manaka stepped through the frame of what once could have been a door, or possibly a wall, it didn't matter now though. Shoes still on despite the strict rule of no footwear in the house (how wonderful it felt to commit the smallest of infractions!) Manaka put her air shield down and picked an arrow out of her quiver, loading it into the bow so as not to alert anyone of her presence. On silent feet she crept across the corridor to the main room where she discovered two already dead. "Oh come on," Manaka quietly whined. "You couldn't leave any for me?" She huffed and continued on in silence, doing a three sixty to make sure that there was nothing behind her. In a dark hallway she heard the sound of breathing and cocked her head to the side before throwing open a broken door to find a woman huddled in the corner like the cowering man she had killed earlier. With a hunters instinct she let the arrow fly, watching as it sunk into the Lotus member's throat.

A child flew out from another room, hardly ten years old with beautiful blond hair and piercing green eyes. "You killed her!" The boy screamed, hugging the woman who most likely had been his mother. Unleashing another arrow, the boy fell just as quickly as he entered. With a rock in her stomach, Manaka stepped forward and gazed into his startling green eyes that would never see again. He was too young to die, but her survival was detrimental. With that kill her need to demolish dissipated and Manaka fell against the bamboo wall herself, feeling out of breath. "What have I done?" She asked no one as the realization sunk in. "What have I become?" It didn't matter though, because for the Leader Manaka would kill until she was the last person on earth.

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Character Portrait: Asha Jin Character Portrait: The Leader

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He felt like laughing. A joyous chuckle bubbled up in his throat, but he forced it down. People did not react very positively to a leader that laughs during an invasion. And he was a leader; the Leader, in fact. The last time his true name had been uttered was the moment he had said goodbye to his wife for the last time. The chances of his name ever being spoken again were slim. He didn't mind all that much though. A name was only a name, it held no significance. In truth, the Leader was much more fitting for himself than the name his "parents" had gave him.

With a sort of swaying step, the Leader walked through the destroyed outer wall. His less than notable forces had done well, for the time being. If the Avatar was not returned to him, there would be hell to pay. An execution perhaps? He had to show his followers every once in awhile who was truly in charge; and it wasn't them. He held his dagger tightly, slicing through the supposedly trained White Lotus guards with a precision that rivaled that of most other men. He forces raced through, most of them with a glimmer of bloodlust in their eyes. Meanwhile, the Leader looked around.

Most would expect that he was searching for a sneak attack, someone that would try to use the element of surprise against the strange black-haired man with a mask covering his face. No, the Leader was searching among the crowd for those worthy of being saved. He didn't expect to find anyone in such a sin-filled place, but children were the easiest to manipulate, and just as easy to train.

The majority of the other Tsumi Ribasu also wore masks, minus a few that did not care if their secrets were revealed. However, their masks were blank and white. Cold featureless canvases that disguised a person's true intentions. The Leader's mask had a jagged zigzag crossing from his forehead, through the right eye, and down to his cheek; and it a had a red line that looked like a smirk of some sorts. It was fitting, he was smirking under his mask at that exact moment.

His eye caught the movement of an old woman and a girl running. He followed them because he had saw a few others run in that same direction. Perhaps this was the Avatar his spy had told him all about?

He entered the room to see the woman ushering the young girl towards a large flying bison. Amusement flashed through him when he thought they would escape. The bison took off at the girl's simple words. The Leader was about to stop them when the woman surprised him by lashing out with a tendril of water. His smirk dropped momentarily as he dodged before slowly covering his hidden face again. He placed a hand against the water, sending electric shock waves through the water. The woman dropped like a rock. The Leader looked up slowly, more for dramatic effect than anything, and watched as the Avatar girl drifted off. With a small huff of annoyance, he turned on his heel and left the woman's body, muttering something under his breath.

For a few minutes, he just wandered around. His eyes watched the destruction around him and he once again felt the need to laugh. He had failed in one of his objectives, but seeing the faces of the men that had ruined his life time and time again gave him the most lighthearted of feelings. Being the eccentric man, he spread out his arms wide, letting the ocean breeze rush over him. And he laughed.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Asha Jin Character Portrait: Shangmu Character Portrait: The Leader Character Portrait: Akiko Iida

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Shang looked down at the bloodied sword in his hand. He hated the fights that resulted with blood. He could have just used whatever power he had to kill many people around him, but he couldn't control it and it would be pointless. Shang instead used his sword though he hated the red on it. He hadn't killed anyone yet, just injured them, then locked them in a room somewhere. He wondered where some of the others were since he hadn't seen them, or the avatar quite yet.

The others might be steering clear of him because of his father, but that wasn't his fault, and he was doing fine without them. He wore a white mask, with blue streaks on his cheekbones that ended middway under the eye. It looked faintly like his fathers though not enough that it was a big deal to him.

Dodging another attack, a white lotus member's white robes grew red as Shang cut his leg, crippling the man's attack. He shoved the man against the wall, his head hitting the wall, then took off running. He wasn't going to kill the guy and it would certainly look like he was dead.

He looked up from a corpse on the ground in time to see his father laughing. Looking up, Shang saw what looked like a bison in the distance. He bit his lip behind his mask. The avatar had gotten away and now they would have to search for her. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to or not, but he did know that he was going to figure something out since he was going to have to go back to the group that wanted to kill her.

His father laughed as if the death all around them wasn't a horrifying thing. Shang shrugged inwardly at his inability to do anything and reached down to cut of the tail end off a robe of a white lotus member. He wiped the red blooded sword on the cloth and sheathed it without looking at the glassy eyes man.

In the room further on lays a woman who looked to be dead, her body not moving. Shang looked up at the flying avatar once again and felt a pang in his stomach, he wasn't sure what it was, so he pushed it off.

"Where are they going?" Shang asks his father without looking away from the retreating figures of the avatar and her friends.