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Xue Yi Song

"I have no thoughts pertaining to the matter, there would be no reason for me to, would there?"

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a character in “Avatar: Traversing Fates”, originally authored by Jakuri-chan, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Xue Yi Song
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Role: The Firebender
Gender: Female
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Ju Kwan
Age: 17
Love Interest: N/A

Appearance: In truth? Xue is a lovely young woman whose appearance reflects her heritage and bloodline. Her skin is very light, the color of ivory, her hair is dark, while her eyes are a distinct color of amber. Every bit of her appearance screams that she is of Fire Nation blood. Her petite frame also serves to suggest that she is not just a common Fire Nation girl either, no; it gives Xue the appearance of a girl born of nobility. And . . . everything foretold by the girl’s looks and traits are completely true. Born of a family of nobility in the Fire Nation, she inherited all of the telltale signs of her birthing. Her dark hair is sleek in texture, it’s straight, thick and healthy in appearance while the longest of it falls to the girl’s hips. While Xue’s hair is cut in layers, the longest of it stops right at her hips while some of it is at her waist, other parts at the shoulder blades, shoulders, and then her jaws. Despite the varying lengths of her hair however, she is not able to wear it down as she would wish, because of her position in life as a servant to an Earth Kingdom general, Xue has to keep it up in an intricate sort of style. Most of her hair is pulled up and back, kept out of her face by the wishes of her, ‘Master.’ Those parts of her hair are then fashioned into long braids, which are pulled back and wrapped around the head, while the longest of her hair is left to hang over her shoulders. In this style, Xue’s bangs are kept out of her face completely, and it almost makes her look like a different girl.

While her face is normally completely visible thanks to the hair style she has to wear, you can clearly see every defining trait of Xue which marks her as an obvious Fire Nation child—the skin upon her face is clear, free of any imperfections while she has defined cheekbones, color in her face, a small nose, thin lips and intelligent, honey colored eyes that sharply contrast her black hair. While she has her hair down however, it is left to frame her face and it obscures some of her more obvious Fire Nation traits.

As far as her body goes, Xue lives up to her linage as aristocracy—she is simply a small girl. She’s thin, a bit on the bony side, but more so she is a lithe looking lass. She has a figure, but she’s just built small, her body frame shows that enough. Also, she’s on the flat-chested side of the spectrum, so, Xue has a bit of a slender pear shaped body going on. But still, she’s pretty and the youth that she is shows in her skin, she looks every bit of seventeen despite her small size.

Preferred Clothing: Xue is a girl who really has less refined tastes than what one might expect out of her. She would rather keep her clothing casual, simple and uncomplicated if anything else, and also, if she could, she would prefer to be wearing the colors of her home nation. For everything she has gone through in her lifetime, Xue is a girl who still bears the proud blood of the Fire Nation, as far as she is concerned, she is privileged to have such blood going through her veins, even if there are aspects of the Fire Nation society and aristocracy that she is not at all proud of. As far as things go, however, Xue is not really allowed to show off her tastes and individuality given her current position in life, against her wishes, the clothing she is made to wear is picked out for her by her Mistress, the woman married to the man who keeps her as a servant. The woman’s tastes leave Xue wearing rather dulled down Earth Kingdom colors, and in attire she does not feel comfortable in.

Height: 5 ft (152 cm)
Weight: 85 lbs (39 kg)
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Amber

Personality: A bit of an odd girl, Xue is someone that is not at all easy to define. . . . Given her upbringing and the last few years of her life, she has developed quite an interesting and complicated personality. Reared as a nobleman’s daughter in the Fire Nation, Xue is someone who seems to present themselves with pride, strength and the upmost certainty of their heritage, person and self. Looking at her, Xue seems like she’s a very strong young woman, someone who can carry their own weight and shoulder a multitude of burdens without batting an eyelash. She seems as if she’s haughty, prideful and almost arrogant, even the expressions she carries upon her face cause her to be written off as such. Here’s the reality though . . . she’s not really any of these things. She’s not full of any sort of pride in herself or her lineage, and she’s not strong in any sense of the word. Her mentality and emotional state are rather fragile, and in truth, the slightest of overloads can be enough to send her into a spiral of depression, anxiety and a fit of tears. Xue is really a timid young woman who merely presents herself as a being full of strength so that no one would have the chance to think otherwise, she fears what people might think, or do, if they discovered that she was actually a very weak girl. Not wanting to end up being used, or taken advantage of, Xue does her best to hide her many weaknesses and her fragile state of self.

As she is now, and as she has been for many years, Xue is one who does her best to detach herself from the happenings around her. From people’s plights, to their words and to any situation at hand, she prefers not to let her emotions get mixed up in anything; she knows her own frailty and realizes that if she allowed herself to be open to the misery of the world around her, and to her own situation, that she would break. Honestly, what is keeping Xue from breaking now is uncertain, even to her, she even wonders why it is she is trying to look strong to everyone around her now. Her situation seems utterly hopeless, so why? The only answer to this whole matter that she can form is that inside of her, she wants to retain some sense of self, something that will remind her that she is still her own person, and that she will not break to her keeper. . . . Even still, there are undoubtedly times when Xue’s nearly lost it, become overwhelmed by her own situation, the mounting hopelessness and wound up crying herself to sleep, curled up in the fetal position.

She tries to act as strong as she can, she doesn’t want to submit to the reality of her life, but the truth is that her façade is slowly, slowly crumbling and with each day, Xue is coming closer to breaking.

Underneath this mask of hers, this seemingly emotionless girl who seems a pillar of certain strength, maturity and pride, Xue is really something else. . . . With that emotional frailty of hers, Xue is certainty a very sensitive young woman. The plights of others cling to her heart and have become a heavy weight upon her, part of the reason she seems so insensitive toward everything and one. She feels a lot of guilt for what the Fire Nation is doing to the world, and has done . . . especially to the Air Nomads. In reality, she despises her heritage, and her nationality. She’s utterly ashamed of what she is and whom. But still, she doesn’t want to break in front of others, so she never lets them know of how she feels. Xue is certain that they would not sympathize with her, and would only seek to truly harm her if they realized how deep her guilt traveled.

With that sensitivity she has, Xue is honestly a kind soul who is scared. Though she can seem off-putting and rude, she’s really just anxious of the world around her. She was a sheltered child, in a word, and she never saw the truth of the world as she grew up, and because of that, everything around her is still very much alien and frightful. Though she’s lived as a servant to an Earth Kingdom general for the last two years, she still fears the world. By isolating herself from everything she feels like she can cushion those uncertainties of hers and keep her heart sustained. Honestly . . . that’s even beginning to fail her. Xue led an isolated existence up until her marriage at fourteen, and even after, she never had a friend or true companion. Her husband was an unpleasant man whom his servants feared, and as such, they were dreadful of interacting with his wife, Xue, and did much to avoid her.

So, what things boil down to is this . . . she’s lonely. Xue is a girl who is very lonesome, though she doesn’t do anything to try to make friends. In a way also, she sees herself unfit to befriend those around her, given her heritage and what the Fire Nation has done to the world, in a word, she feels she’d be a burden to another. She knows of her own shortcomings and as such, she doesn’t want someone else to have to deal with them. However, just to say, if Xue were ever able to make a friend, or find herself becoming close to another, the heavy mask she wears, the one that makes her look so haughty and strong, it’d come off, and the girl underneath would awaken. The truth of her feelings would come to surface, she’d be unable to hide her tears from a friend if they came to her, should her worries overtake her, those would consume her in their presence, and in a word . . . Xue would become heavily dependent upon that person. She’d be needy, want attention, and might even feel a need to cling to her friend.

Really, she’d seem completely childish, as in that if she did not get these things from her friend, she’d be prone to pouting. . . . But, there would definitely be a bright side to being Xue’s friend, after some time, you’d begin to see a rare side of her, the true her. Yes, she seems a lot like a child, but that’s because part of her still is, Xue is honestly an innocent soul full of curiosities and wonderment. She has dreams, fascinations, hopes and even believes in things that most view as nonsense, such as making wishes on stars. . . . In these moments of seeing the true side of her, it wouldn’t be out of the question that one would even get to see her smile, and laugh.

Oddities: Xue sleep talks, although she’s not been witnessed walking around before, she does evidently speak in her sleep. Sometimes about her dreams, other times she’ll even engage in conversation..

Despite going through a sort of ‘finishing’ school when she was younger, Xue remains something of a klutz. She’ll fall over, run into things/people, drop stuff, knock things and such over. . . . Honestly, she’s a bit of a mess, grace and such are not her strong points.

Due to her upbringing, Xue speaks in a very formal manner, almost insanely so. She doesn’t really ever use contractions in her speech, so instead of saying something like, ‘I’m’ she’ll instead say ‘I am.’

Though her size is somewhat small, she has a good appetite. Xue is a girl capable of piling the food away if she has the chance to, and honestly, she loves a good meal. She tends to eat a lot, and gets hungry often.

Likes: Flowers, good food, sweets, warm days, the sun, animals, sewing, the stars, books/reading, singing, and writing.
Dislikes: Blood, death, pain, the idea of marriage, being crowded, thunderstorms, bitter/spicy things, and complete darkness.
Hobbies: Sewing, floriography, flower arranging, stargazing, cooking/baking, singing, and reading.

Fears/Phobia(s):
Agraphobia – Fear of sexual abuse
Dishabiliophobia – Fear of undressing in front of someone
Aichimophobia – Fear of sharp objects
Keraunophobia – Fear of thunder and lightning
Cleithrophobia –Fear of being locked in an enclosed space
Entomophobia – Fear of insects
Arachnephobia – Fear of spiders
Febriphobia – Fear of fever
Hematophobia –Fear of blood
Nyctophobia – Fear of night
Iatrophobia – Fear of doctors

Skills/Talents: If there is anything she can do, it’s book. Xue has a natural knack for being able to make good food, given her upbringing this should not be a surprise, also, given the last two years of her life, it also makes sense she can do this so well.

She is gifted with song, vocal lessons were a part of her ‘school’s’ required learning, and as such, Xue was taught how to sing from a young age. Thanks to that, she could easily be a songstress.

Also, while not much of a skill, Xue is skilled in the ways of domestic work due to being the servant of an Earth Kingdom general for the last years of her young life, she can clean well, sew and such. . . .

Preferred Weapon: None, she was never taught to fight with a weapon due to her upbringing.

Fighting Style: Because she is a bender, Xue does rely on her bending arts to a degree when it comes to the aspect of combat. The problem here though? It’s the fact that she’s not apt to fight, with her light frame, close quarters combat is dangerous because she’s kind of fragile, and she can be knocked away easily. A far as her bending goes anyway, it’s not very well developed, she wasn’t given much training on how to properly execute an aggressive attack, and instead, her style formed to be rather defensive. She knows how to blast fire from her hands like any Firebender, but when it comes to more advanced techniques, she’s helpless . . . best she can do in battle is dodge, provide some support, and block.

Her teacher was an aggressive man, her parents were not kind when selecting someone to train her, and as such, she learned how to block attacks due to his rigidness.

Personal History: She was born before the war began, seven years beforehand into a Fire Nation ruled by an aging Lord, Sozin. Due to how Sozin viewed his people, the pride of Fire Nation nobility could not have been at a higher point in the nation’s long history, all those of high-class blood viewed themselves as being something greater than the normal population. That was simply it. Xue’s parents were no exceptions to this view. Given how Fire nation aristocracy functioned, her parents desired not a daughter, but a son, to carry on the namesake and honor of their family. All nobles wanted a son; daughters weren’t desired, perhaps wanted for the sake of marrying to a family, but to marry off? No, simply no. Girls were seen as more trouble than they were worth among the nobles. And, it was into this that she was born. Her mother and her father were aging, getting older and older while they had no children yet, despite having tried time and time again. Her mother’s pregnancies always ended in miscarriages, or she just never could conceive. Of the pregnancies her mother succeeded in bearing, Xue was the sixth of them, and the only child to live to be birthed alive, and even then, she was born a month and a half earlier than she ought to have.

Xue, however, was not born with the surname ‘Yi Song,’ however. No, Xue was born to Xiang and Jia Liu Zhang, with the same last name as her parents . . . ‘Xue Liu Zhang.’

Being the only child born to her parents alive, they were disappointed. Xiang was angered by the fact that his wife could not give life to a son to carry on his family’s name, and did not take to Xue well. Jia, even as her mother, she did not look upon her newborn daughter with much love, no. She could only look upon the baby girl with questioning, a wondering of why it was she was only able to bear a single infant to the world, and why it was that it was a girl. Suffice to say, neither of her parents looked upon Xue with affection, she was simply there, their blood-daughter, someone who they would raise and just marry off someday. . . . In line with this, Xiang and Jia continued to try to conceive another child, hopefully a son this time, but after Xue was born, Jia never even got pregnant again. Xue was all they had.

Though bitter about it, Xiang and Jia took to rearing their daughter as society saw fit, molding the girl into a would-be someday perfect wife, a girl who was intelligent enough to be interesting, but also subservient enough to conform to the whims and wishes of her spouse. She was kept from true education, subjects that were thought best for boys to learn only were kept away from her and she was cultured in the ways of how to be a ‘woman.’ Maintaining elegant speech, how to stay in line with the wishes and beliefs of a man . . . etc. This was her education, the way she was instructed on how to live her life, and she was told that this was the proper way to do so. Yet still, there in Xue remained a certain spark that couldn’t be extinguished by this sort of rearing. Her mind was ever active, and she wasn’t so simply made to relinquish her sense of self. No, not entirely. . . . As she grew up, Xue was not treated with any affection by her parents, at all, she was regarded and acknowledged, but that was all. Love from Xiang and Jia weren’t something she ever got, and as such, Xue grew up a lonesome girl who passed her idle hours alone, perhaps sewing or even arranging flowers, and even thinking. Though she was not given a heavy education, Xue was not stupid at all.

She was a smart enough girl to understand topics of deep thought, of philosophy, history, light politics. . . .

While she might’ve formed such thoughts upon her own volition and in isolation, Xue never once uttered a single word of her ideology to her parents, or to anyone because she was reared to not do so. She was taught that there was no reason for a woman to weigh her head down with such serious thoughts. That was how it was for the daughters of Fire Nation nobles at the time. Under Sozin’s rule, girls were left with little schooling and were simply molded to be girls of leisure. Although, it was considered standard practice to still have a girl gifted with the ability of Firebending trained to an extent. And this was what happened with young Xue at the age of six. Her bending abilities were discovered when she managed to manifest flames upon her own control. Even with her inexperience and lack of instruction, she had still managed to figure out the basics of Firebending on her own; patience, breathing and how to circulate the energy within her body to summon fire to her control.

It was a slightly impressive feat, even to her unloving parents. And as such, they quickly began to have her trained by a rather harsh instructor. The man showed no tolerance or laxness for any student, not even a small, six year old girl. He was hard on young Xue, forceful and impatient, he did not at all care that she barely understood what it was she could do, no, all he cared about was getting the fire out of her. Day after day, he forced her to spar with him, and while he never hit her with any blasts of fire, that didn’t stop him from knocking her around. While he’d shoot fire at her, controlling it to not injure her, he would still come in close and suddenly slam her in the torso and send her small self flying.

Because of how her teacher was, Xue never really learned how to bend properly, and as such, she is not a skilled combatant. No, what little control she managed to ascertain over her abilities fell into a method of self-defense, preservation. She only ever learned how to defend herself from being attacked rather than how to attack another.

This life went on for the next eight years, even after the Fire Nation began the Great War and nearly decimated the whole of the Air Nomad populace. Xue was instructed on the ways of how to be a proper woman, a good wife, and she was rigidly trained by her bending master. She knew little about the War, only that Fire Lord Sozin had ‘done a good thing,’ and that he ‘was an amazing man with a wonderful vision.’ Both things were said by her father. As far as Xue knew, what Sozin was going to the rest of the world was indeed a very ‘good’ thing, being who she was and what, she was never told anything about the War. The horrors and cruelties of it, the fact that so many people were killed. . . .

So, while the war progressed outside of the Fire Nation and Xue’s normal life proceeded, Xiang and Jia began to make preparations for something unknown to Xue when she was still thirteen. . . . The news and relevance of just what it was her parents had been up to for the last odd months, with their meetings of the same people over and over again, all of it was revealed upon her fourteenth birthday. Much to their own satisfaction, her parents announced her engagement. Xue Liu Zhang was going to be getting married in only a few short weeks to come. Yes, at age fourteen, Xiang and Jia had set up a marriage for their still-young daughter, and to whom?

Her marriage was to be to a man more than twice her age, a reputed Fire Nation general in the army, a man who was looked upon well due to the victories he’d earned the army during the war. She was to marry Qiu Yi Song. . . . .and it happened, Xue became a wife at a very young age, and came to live with her new husband right after. Qiu was not a very kind man, not by any means, he was a scarred up fellow from the battles he’d seen, and had only married Xue for the simple fact that he knew he’d be needing a wife in the coming years in order to have himself an heir to his name, so really, it didn’t matter to him what woman he married, so long as she was able to have children for him. . . . The only thing Xue was regarded as to him, was a future childbearing . . . thing. That was all. Given the fact that she was fourteen, young Xue was fortunate that she was someone who was late to develop in many senses of the word. Due to this, she was spared any treatment that would have truly left her emotionally scarred by Qiu.

A year after her marriage to Qiu, when she was fifteen, Xue was still physically unable to have children, and as such, she remained spared, for it was soon after this that her connections to the Fire Nation would be severed. Qiu and Xue lived upon an outcrop bit of land claimed by the Fire Nation during the Great War, an island off the coast of a beaten and battered Earth Kingdom city. It was one of the first colonies claimed by the Fire Nation. It happened in the night, the island was invaded by a small legion of Earth Kingdom soldiers, and in a bloody struggle which would cost Qiu his life, the once-colony was reclaimed by the proud people of the Earth Kingdom, and Xue herself was taken away by that legion’s general; Iseul Yu.

Now technically a widow, Xue was taken into Iseul’s home as a servant girl. She was young, but lovely to look upon, and as such, she was kept around the man’s home as a bit of eye candy, and something of a prize for his victory against the infamous Qiu Yi Song. Xue had been the man’s wife, what a better trophy for a won battle than a slain foe’s own wife. . . ? From the day she was brought into the man’s home, she was met with disdain as a daughter of the Fire Nation, and it was in this time that she came to learn the true horrors of the war waged by her home Nation, by her people. It disgusted her, and it made her so ashamed of her place in the world, and to whom she had been married. It was when Iseul had taken Xue to Omashu that her personality would come to the point it is currently at. . . .

Iseul’s wife looked upon Xue with disinterest and annoyance, but she abided by the wishes of her spouse, provided ideal clothing for the girl, and instructed her on how she was to wear her hair, so that her face could be seen. If anything Xue was lucky for when it came to Iseul, it was the fact that he never laid a hand upon her. She feared him, and remembered what it was Qiu had wanted from her, but Iseul never saw such a thing from her, only he viewed her as a trophy of victory. And in essence, the very notion of seeing the girl in such a way disgusted him, for he thought her tainted already, after all she was a wife for a year. . . .

Now, it has been two years since Xue was made into the servant of an Earth Kingdom general, and since that time, the man has shown her off as what he views her as, a trophy, and boasts of her presence in his home proudly. And, in those two years’ time, Xue has made attempts to flee from Iseul’s home, and to make her way to freedom, only to be seize and returned to him soon after. . . . After several failed attempts in gaining her freedom, Xue’s spirit has begun to degrade to the point that she’s become resigned to a fate as the fallen daughter of a noble family, left to a life of servitude to Iseul Yu.

This how Xue Yi Song has come to live her life, resigned to an existence as a servant. . . .


Theme Song: Mamoritai ~ BoA
”This is the end,” is what I thought on that distant day
But now I can say that it was the start of my flight

Your warmth fills the gap between the palm of my hand and chest
We’ll search for our destination with our hearts joined as one

I want to protect you like you protected me
Even in times when we can’t meet

Because with each second, we will . . . become stronger

While staring up at the huddled stars in the vast night sky
Beyond an irreplaceable today, tomorrow is born

I want to cherish this atmosphere between us
From our honest hearts, we can become kind

I won’t forget being with you and the warmth we share
I feel that you’re the only one that illuminates the future

It’s like the sadness that piles up is gently melting away
For always and forever more

I want to protect you like you protected me
Even in times when we can’t meet

Because with each second we will . . . become stronger

I won’t forget when we met each other
The wish that was reborn

I believe in it and that’s why I want to protect it all
I want to protect it all


Other: By standards, Xue has been married and widowed already, and she is only seventeen years old.

Her alias was thought up on the spot during one of her attempts to run to freedom from Iseul.

The man to whom Xue was married to, Qiu Yi Song, he was a reputed general in the Fire Nation’s Army . . . he was responsible for the raid upon one of the four Air Temples and also for the deaths of countless Air Nomads, to his people, he is a hero for his deeds. To Xue, he was a monster, a heartless man who slaughtered many innocents. To the world, Qiu was also a monstrous thing, being responsible for what happened to many Air Nomads. After his death was announced to the people of the Earth Kingdom, there was actually much celebration.

Currently speaking, Xue is unaware that a reward of sorts has been placed upon her head by her parents. After she was nowhere to be found after Qiu’s death a reward was issued by them for her return ‘home.’ The reasons for her wanted return are unknown since her parents didn’t even really desire a daughter anyway, and they had already successfully married her off despite this.

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The sound of a shattering teacup permeated the quiet air . . . soon enough it was followed by a woman shouting, “You idiot klutz!” and after that, there was a heavy thud against the ground, the sound of a person hitting the floor. So, it had happened again. She had stumbled whilst serving her Mistress her morning tea, and managed to let the cup tip off her tray, and shatter against the wooden floor below. Her lack of grace had bested her once more, and it’d gotten her hurt again, like it always did. This was something she’d grown used to in the last couple of years, failing to meet the expectations of her Mistress and Master, and always being hit or punished for them. For breaking the teacup, her Mistress had seen fit to kick her into the wall with as much force as she could muster up with her aging body.

The other servant girls only looked on as Xue suffered their Mistress’ anger; they had grown a thick skin to these sights, having endured such treatment themselves. There was no compassion, or empathy for the clumsy girl’s accidents in them, none at all. They were used to seeing her mess up, and cause problems, after all, in the two years since Iseul had brought the girl into his home as a trophy of his win against Qiu Yi Song, Xue had done little more than make more messes than she helped resolve. The Fire Nation girl screwed things up a lot as far as everyone in the home was concerned. . . .

“Damn it, she got tea everywhere.” Xue could hear her Mistress seethe from the heap she laid in against the wall. “Enju, get to cleaning that up, before it sets into the wood. Now!”

“Yes Mistress.” The monotonous voice of a young woman answered, and then there was the sound of footsteps leaving the room, Xue knew to where they were headed. To gather up cleaning supplies to sop up the spilt tea.

In this period, she had not at all moved herself. No. Xue remained where she had landed after her Mistress had kicked her, lying upon her side with her small back up against the wall, not making a single noise or uttering a sound of discomfort. Showing any signs of distress would only make all of this worse; it would let the Mistress know that she was in pain, that she was capable of such sensations . . . it was easier if she just remained quiet, no matter how much she hurt. It was better that no one knew, it kept them from knowing what she really thought, it kept them all from understanding her.

Who truly needs to be understood when living in conditions such as these? Xue asked herself as footsteps approached her, and halted right before her limp form. She knew, Xue knew that it was the Mistress who now loomed over her; she didn’t have to cast her amber eyes up to see the woman’s silhouette blocking out the sunlight to know.

“Well,” she began, annoyance lacing her voice, “Aren’t you going to get the hell up you lazy wench?” At hearing the woman’s words, Xue’s small body twitched just a bit, but her lips remained shut.

There was a huff, before the shouting came. “GET UP! Get up now and go to the market! I don’t want to see your face in this house for the rest of the day!” Those words were all it took for Xue to ascend to her feet in a but a moment, and to dart out of the room with her eyes cast downward, successfully avoiding the searing glare her Mistress held for her, and the gazes of her fellow servant girls. With her hands holding up the front layers of her skirts, she was out of the house in moments and off the premises in less than a minute. Quickly enough she was darting through the streets of Omashu, heading to a place that served as something of a sanctuary for her.

Even though her shoes kept on pinching her toes as she ran, Xue kept at it, keeping her eyes cast down to the ground, hiding her face from anyone and everyone. Even in a city as large as Omashu . . . her face was known, as was her name due to whom she had been married. It was just easier if she kept on ahead without really looking around her, because, it kept people from trying to assault her and from throwing things at her for being of the Fire Nation. She knew the way there without getting a clear vantage of her surroundings, she went there often enough to know without having to ever look.

However, even if Xue did know the way to her destination without requiring sight, that didn’t mean her pathway was a clear one. Not at all. With her eyes transfixed upon the stone walkways at her feet, the girl would fail to notice a person right in her way until it was too late, not until she’d managed to ram her small self right into them, lose her balance and begin falling right over without making a single noise.

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-Li Yoang-


Li leaned lazily against the wooden counter, head in hand. She was sleeping on the job...again. She stuttered out a small snore, elbow slowly slipping of the counter. She didn't hear her boss coming up behind her, a scown on her lips.

"Li!" The woman shreaked, slamming her palm against the counter. Li jerked her head up, a yell escaping from her lips. "What? What?!" Li paused, seeing it was just her boss. Li was grateful the small Tea shop was empty.

"Oh...Hi Mrs.Bering...I can explain." Li muttered, casting her gaze to the ground. This kind of thing was a natural accorance, and her boss was obviously sick of it. Mrs.Bering wasn't one to get angry. Actually, she was pretty level headed towards Li, but this was the final straw. Between the breaking of dishes, and constantly falling alseep on the job, her boss was on the verge of fireing Li.

"Okay! Please, explain." Mrs.Bering asked, crossing her arms and shifting her hip out. Li bit her lip, wracking her brain for an excuse.

"I...uh...well..." Li clamped her mouth shut, eyes widening slightly. Her boss smirked, a smug expression apon on her face. "I thought so." Bering said, uncrossing her arms.

"Look, Li. You need to shape up." She whispered, leaning in close towards Li. "Y-Yes Mam'!" Li said, throwing her hand up a salute. Bering smiled, white teeth shining.


"Don't get sarcastic. Now, run out to Yun's and pick me up some flour. I'm almost out." And with that, Li's boss dropped a few coins on the counter, and shuffled away, long dress skimming the flour. Li sighed, hand going up to her hair. Her boss was always sending her out to do jobs that didn't even relate to the work they did. Another sigh escaped her lips, and Li walked out the store of the small shop, coins in hand. She was soon walking down the crowded streets Omashu, dodging people and vendors, her destination in reach. Well, at least it was if somebody hadn't run into her.

"Oof!" Li grunted, looking up to see her attacker. She was greeted by the sight of a beautiful girl, one whom seemed to be in a very] uncomfortable clothing style.

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~Ezra Galenko~

Ezra blinked awake in the bright morning sunlight. He lay against the outside wall of a small tea shop, inside a small alley. He had nothing on him, spare a few throwing knives concealed in his sleeves and a small water canteen that he kept near him at all times. Ezra had arrived in Omashu the previous morning, and, confused and overwhelmed by the bustling city, fallen asleep in the first quiet place he could find.

He felt out of place here, and had noticed several odd-looking strangers staring at him the previous night. After all, his pale eyes and shaggy white hair stood out terribly against the round, dark eyes and silky black hair of the Earth Kingdom citizens. He was hungry and tired, but very confused in the bustling city setting that now surrounded him. Ezra stood up, giving his arms a stretch, and stumbled into the streets, weaving his way through the people, going nowhere in particular. He was a stranger in a strange land, only looking for some food, shelter, or maybe some help.

He wandered into a dusty, busty road filled with people. He saw a short, dirty man juggling and various booths selling fruits, vegetables, and other items that Ezra had never seen before. A mother dragged her children by, who gazed oddly at Ezra. A band of laughing girls with an excessive amount of makeup waved and whistled at him. Several loud merchants tried to pull him aside, but he thoroughly ignored them.

Ezra coughed as he walked by a wheat and flour vendor, and stumbled in surprise as two young women collided a few feet in front of him. He blushed and muttered an apology to several angry people who had to walk around him. Now was his chance to witness an interaction between city strangers. He backed into a corner, near enough to here the girls' reaction.

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Moving through the crowds of the market place, a black cloaked figure was going about, almost like a ghost through the crowds of people that were just having their normal lives. People either ignored the stranger or looked in either worry or confusion as to who it was underneath the cloak. As the figure walked along, he remembers what was told to him a few days ago, back at "home".
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In a darkened meeting room, several figures sit among the seats of the table looking at what could be seen of one another through the shadowed hall. One finally spokes up, opening a scroll for all to see.
"Well, bros, we've done it. We received word from our Fire Nation friend"that they'll accept us among their forces if we can succeed in one task for them to prove our worth."
"One task? why does this smell fishy?" Another replied to the statement, easy to notice the tone of distrust in this "deal" they got into.
"Hey come on, you can't expect to get invited into the party without proving you can handle it. Hehehe" A third one chuckled as he gives a faint grin, leaning forward only enough to show his grinning in the dim light in the center of that table.
"Well, whether it's a lie or not, we first have to do this to find out. What is this task they want us to do as proof?" A fourth voice speaks out, sounding like the "reason" among this group of people.
The first figure speaks up once again, "Finding a certain lost Fire Nation girl that has been missing it seems. According to the details, she's a pretty important chick."
"We have to go hunting for some little brat? THAT'S their test?!" The second figure yells, feeling insulted by the challenge they are meant to do.
The fourth figure speaks up to calm him down. "Now calm down. That just shows that they lack trust in our capabilities. We'll simply show them what we can do with this simple task. That will be enough rubbing into their faces for us to do."
The second figure settles down in his chair, calming down to the fourth one's reason. "Fine...then I'm guessing we'll be sending our Demon out to bring her in?"
"No doubt! That will really show them we've got what it takes to be brought in haha." The third figure leans back as he enjoys the idea now.

The 4 figures all turn to look in the same direction, at the figure of someone sitting down by the wall of the meeting hall. Almost as if he was called to in his mind, he stood up once they all looked at him and stepped forward, speaking out. "So....this means I'll be out for a Hunt?"

The fourth figure nods, "Indeed. Your the best at it. Find this girl so we can gain the trust of the Fire Nation." Tossing him a rolled up sheet. He catches it, slowly opens it to look at the picture. "...So..this is the girl...."
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In his head, he repeats what he read on the name of the girl he would have to track down, "...Xue Yi Song..."

The moment he said that name in his head, he heard a faint commotion to his side, turning to peer at it's direction, seeing two girls having bumped into one another within the crowds. As he watched, he noticed that one of them looked familiar as it took him a few seconds to realize who she was. "....I found her..." He mutters to himself as he begins to walk forward, toward the two girls. A black cloaked figure heading toward the exact location the two girls were at. He didn't really much care if someone saw him heading toward them right now. He had his target in his sights and he was only a few seconds from ending his Hunt.

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Omashu.......the place where he was born. Sin had not been there in a long time. A part of him said too long, yet another said not long enough. He still had very mix thoughts on how he should actually feel about that place. But, that was neither here nor there. The fact of the matter was he had been walking from place to place, trying to span the world, and Omashu was the next stop on his list. He wouldn't worry about it....for now. Now, all he had to worry about was getting through the gate. He was currently on his crutch, with his prosthetic limbs stored neatly away in his bag. They helped a lot, but sometimes his stumps got sore. As he approached the gate, he was stopped by a guard. "Halt, what is your business in Omashu?" Sin stopped and looked the man up and down. He was well toned and his face was clean of any scars. His chest was puffed out in an authoritative manner, threatening to damage the near perfect quality of his uniform. Sin also noticed scuff marks on the mans shoes. It was apparent to him that this man was an earth bender, giving him an undeserved air of superiority, and had also never seen actual combat. He seemed like the kind of man who had been in a few fist fights and bender brawls to believe that he had seen real combat. Sin could tell by his eyes that he had never taken another person's life, he could tell because he didn't look dead inside. Sin could tell this guy got kicks out of pushing the weak around....I mean, it was his job to be an asshole.

Sin stood himself up a little straighter and looked him right in the eye, a smarmy grin spread on his face. "I'm here as an assassin for the Fire Nation to kill the king.....but don't tell anyone." Sin said, his voice overflowing sarcasm. The guard got a very disgruntled look on his face. "Heh, very funny. We have special cells reserved for guys as funny as you." The guard said in his most superior tone. The smile on his face grew. "Wow, good one. How long have you been waiting to use that one? Did you file that one under 'Snarky Amputee's'?" The guard behind the talky one snickered. The other guard spun around and glared at him. The snickering guard stopped snickering, then gave him a shrug. "Sho, he's a cripple. Let's just let him in." The guard, who's name was apparently Sho, glared for a bit at Sin, then looked away. "Tch, fine, go in." Sin just smiled at him. "Than you, kindly." He gave him a tip of his hat, and hobbled past him into the city.

Sin wandered around for a bit, trying to find a good spot to practice his craft. He hobbled through the crowds, people made way for him and gave him stares ranging from pity to disgust. He didn't really care, who were these people to him but faces in a crowd? Who cares what they thought of him? He kept trudging on until he came upon what looked like a rather busy market place. It looked different since he had last been here. He was 9 and was with his sister and mother. He remembered his sister pleading him for a peach, tugging at his clothes. He had money from his birthday which was a few days back. He had already spent most of it, and didn't have much left. He ended up buying her a peach........and she spit it up a few seconds later. He laughed at the memory of the situation. He then felt a hollow pain ring out in his chest. The pain surged down his left arm.....which was gone. He was getting phantom pains again. He needed to sit down. He saw a choice spot near the main row in between some crates. He sat himself down and pulled out a small wooden bowl. He leaned himself against one of the crates and put his head down, his hat covering his face. He then shook the bowl and occasionally said, "A copper for a veteran?" He occasionally heard jingles in the bowl, so he knew it was working.

After a few minutes, he heard some sort of commotion happening down the way a bit. He peeked over and apparently two young girls had knocked into each other. He looked away again, it was really no concern of his what happened to people in this town. Before he looked completely away, he saw a strange boy watching the two girls, almost looking like he was hiding. He found it odd, but he just continued on panhandling.

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She hit the ground with a rather unpleasant thud, landing right on her side, her left arm caught underneath her body. It did hurt, but she refrained from letting out any noise, silence was better than signaling of any distress or pain. There were a number of people who were aware of whom she was, and the less that realized she was out and about at the moment, the better. But . . . if she made a noise or not, did it really matter since she’d run right into someone? Already, there were onlookers, people who couldn’t resist staring at such a site as two people running into one another, the prospect of a fight or an argument seemed far too great a temptation for many of them to pass on by.

While simply lying against the warm stone pathway of the city, Xue let out a rather soft exhale to steady herself, and the shaking her body had begun to succumb to when she hadn’t realized it. When had that started anyway . . . ? She could hear the far off sounds of hustle and bustle that plagued some street beyond this one while she was quiet, along with the whisperings of the people who had ceased their activities to look on at the scene of herself ramming into another.

”Those clothes of hers . . . aren’t they of the girls who serve General Yu?” A woman spoke softly to another, to someone Xue wasn’t bothering to look up at.

”Yes, I think they are, but those servant girls of his, all of them are souvenirs and living trophies of the victories he’s taken against the Fire Nation in the War. . . .”

”So, she’s Fire Nation?” It was upon that question that many people began to murmur things among themselves; the accusation of her heritage was enough to insight people’s minds into forming a great deal many wonderings.

At even hearing her blood being questioned, it was enough to elicit a response from Xue, though it was not at all a great one. Against the ground, her small body tensed up, and a very unpleasant look dashed across her features, her eyes remaining shut to them all, to the crowd. Yes, she was of the Fire Nation and she was one of Iseul Yu many servant girls, she was a trophy of his victory against her late husband, Qiu Yi Song—one of the men who’d led an assault against the Air Nomads a decade ago. Those facts were not things of which she was proud; her feelings toward them could not have been more opposite. She held a great amount of shame for being born of Fire Nation blood, for bearing the last name of a man who killed so many peaceful people. . . . What the Fire Nation had done—was doing, it truly sickened her. Yet, it was not as if she could do anything to change her lineage, or her past, even know that, Xue couldn’t deny the mounting guilt that she felt beginning to creep into her stomach.

Before anymore could be said of her, or speculated upon, Xue forced herself upright in a manner far too fast. It left her lightheaded and feeling slightly queasy, but she had to get up as fast as she could. Being caught in a crowd of people knowing that she was of Fire Nation, that was bad enough, but if they figured out everything about her, about which trophy of Iseul’s she was, then that was when things would be taking a turn for the truly worse. A vacant expression stayed over Xue’s pallor face as she quickly ascended to her feet, pain nagging at her left side and her diaphragm from when her Mistress had kicked her before. But, with her hands clutching onto the thick skirts of her clothing again, she turned on her heel, hastily opening her lips to utter an apology to the innocent person she’d knocked herself right into.

Seeing it was a girl did nothing to deter her as she was preparing to flee the crowd, Xue apology came out breathily, “I am sorry,” she said quietly before she forced herself to move in her intended direction again, moving through the crowd of onlookers as quickly as she could, averting her eyes from their stares. She was still shaking, and the guilt which had begun slinking into her stomach was making her feel sick—she needed to be alone, solitude. That was what she needed, before it consumed her. Xue didn’t even notice the fact that she’d become teary-eyed as she ran, the thought of her blood and the name she bore, it had gotten to her again.

It was as she managed to round a corner with the pain still getting at her, that she even stopped, reaching a small dirt road in-between buildings that was near desolate, the pathway which would lead her to her sanctuary. . . .

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Ezra watched the young women clash, one take off crying through a crowd of whisperers. What were they saying? The girl was Fire Nation? He watched her dash down a side street, trying to escape the crowd. He didn't understand why she was upset. This turn of events intrigued him, so he slowly followed behind her. She was easy enough to follow, with her out-of-place wardrobe and long, silky hair. Ezra also noticed more people giving him odd looks, so he went on his way as quickly as possible.

As he saw the girl approach a small dirt pathway between buildings, she abruptly stopped running and Ezra skidded to a halt a few meters behind, hoping, for his lacking conversation skills, he hadn't heard him.

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Li stood up, brushing her trousers off with her hands. Brushing out her hair with her hand, she looked over to the girl again. She reached out a hand to help the girl, but the gesure was refused.

"Hey you ok-" She was cut off by a rush of voices, each message almost identical. 'Servant...General Yue...Fire Nation?' Li raised an eyebrow to the crowd, giving a scowl. The other girl must've heard the whispers too, as her face controted into one of shame and anger. They were surrounded by a large group of people, and Li felt a headache coming on. She looked over to the girl again.

"As I was saying, are you okay?" The girl simply muttered, but mearly ran away into the nearby ally, tears steaking down her face. Li threw her hands up in the air, beginning to walk the other way, when a figure caught her eye. A dash of silver streaked past her, towards the direction of the girl. Li's eyes narrowed once more, and she followed the silver haired figure down the narrow ally.

Li came across the woman again, stopped in the middle of the worn-down pathway. The silver haired man was trailing behind her, a few meters behind. Li frowned slightly, and stepped foward.

"H-Hey! Leave her alone!" She raised a hand, and a small piece of dirt flew through the air, heading for the man's head.

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As both the target girl and the girl she bumped into left the scene from the crowd, the figure almost vanished from within the crowd of people, skilfully moving through the people as he made his way toward where the girl had gone off to.
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In the dirt path that the girl had wandered down in between the buildings, at the moment that the girl would seem to get the attention of some boy that had also followed, the figure stepped in front of her from around another path that connected to this one. The cloaked figure stood silently in front of the girl with out a word at first, until he finally spoke, "...Xue Yi Song...?" Asking her to be sure she was his target. The moment that he would hear that it was her, he would go in to finish his job.

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She stood there, keeping herself silent at last as she noticed that she had been crying. How could she have allowed herself to shed even a single tear before the eyes of others? Of anyone . . . ? The very last thing that she wanted was for anyone to dare see a single expression of emotion upon her, no one needed to know that she felt such things as shame, guilt, and sorrow. Having all think of her as numb, truly, that was easier than others thinking her as weak. If people didn’t think of her as being strong, then they might just, just . . . just what? What would it matter if someone saw her tears now? It was obvious that she was of the Fire Nation, every bit of her appearance gave it away, her dark hair and honey colored eyes, her small frame, and her pallor skin—all of them were dead giveaways toward her heritage.

No matter where it was she could ever go, or try to go, her blood would be clear as day to anyone who set eyes upon her, especially with the war that was going on. Everyone in the world recognized those of Fire Nation blood, with what Sozin had ordered done to the Airbenders. . . . So, what did it matter if she were thought of as a strong girl anymore? Anyone and everyone would just look down upon her regardless of how it was she presented herself, wouldn’t they? The Fire Nation, it was hated, and all of it were as well. Hated, loathed, despised, seen with disgust. . . . That was what she was, she was disgusting. Her blood was the blood of murderers, power-lusting men who saw fit to try to shape the world to their own grand designs when they were but simple mortals.

Although she had never taken a life with her own hands before, there was still blood upon them, the blood of all those killed by her people. Airbenders, Earthbenders, and Waterbenders. . . .

Xue took to wiping at her eyes with the heavy silk sleeves of her robe, trying to dry her tears up so that she could continue on with clear sight. She just needed solitude—to be alone. That was what was necessary for her now; that would remedy her aching heart and soul for the time being. After regaining herself, she could lock it all away, the pain, the guilt she refused to display when her mask was properly fixed upon her face, she it could all be put away for a while yet.
Yes, I just require isolation to gather up my scattered strength, that is all. . . . she thought to herself, wiping at her face once more before a call roused her attention to behind her.

"H-Hey! Leave her alone!" The voice of a girl her age caught hold of her, and it caused Xue to quickly turn upon the heel of her toe-pinching shoes, a look of surprise overlaying her features. A soft gasp came from the girl’s throat when she realized that it was the girl she’d barreled into on the street so soon ago, and she was shouting at a boy carrying silver colored hair, a small stone was being whipped at his head by the girl.

Earthbender, she is an Earthbender. . . . Xue realized, feeling her heart leap into her throat. She had . . . she had run into an Earthbender by accident, and fled without giving a truly proper apology, had she perhaps angered her . . . ? The mere thought of it was enough to cause Xue to feel the urge to run, but before she could even make the attempt, there was a dark blur which Xue was able to see out of the corner of her eye, making her crane her head back to the side to see just what had moved in the alleyway. And to the sight before her she stood silent, a cloaked figure loomed before her, just standing there silently.

"...Xue Yi Song...?" When her full name was spoken, Xue visibly flinched backward; a look of shock etched itself upon her face. It was slipping again, her mask it was falling away from her, the cracks were getting wider the longer she was kept from gathering up her composure again. Although it ought to have been obvious she was Fire Nation, her name was something that shouldn’t have been so easily deduced, though a full crowd of people could have figured it out in time one person knowing it. . . .

It is not a good sign. Xue told herself, fully turning her body around to face this stranger who knew her name. Though confusion shined in her eyes for a moment, quickly, Xue forced her cracking mask back over her face, quickly dulling anything in those eyes of hers and revealing only an apathetic expression. “The name I am known by is ‘Ju Kwan,’ not ‘Xue Yi Song,’ while I may be of the same blood as she, I am not her. For whatever the reason you seek her, I fear that you have sought out the wrong woman, strange one.” she replied to him, her voice not skipping a beat as she gave him her alias.

She had to . . . find a way to run from this soon, from the strangers behind her and from the hooded figure before her, these people, she did not need to be around them.

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Ezra heard something in the air and spun around just in time to notice a chunk of rock flying at him. His hands flew to the pouch of water he always carried at his side, which he fumbled open, and caught he the rock in his stream of water. He noticed an intimidating man in red, who appeared to be hassling the girl he had originally run into and, still holding the stream of water in the air over his head. He lashed the rock to the ground with a quick whip of the water, and twirled it back into his pouch.

He stepped towards the scary-looking guy and the scared-looking girl, who seemed to be conversing anxiously. "Hey, is that guy bothering you?" he interjected. He'd always been one for protecting others, and could banish his shyness in an instant if need be.