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Wey Ling

A Fire Nation Born, Unknowing Fire Bender

0 · 190 views · located in Avatar: The Last Airbender

a character in “The First Benders”, as played by Joesepheus

Description

In the simple red tunic of a Farmer, Wey stood his height of five foot, eight inches, His long Poi hair style in a braided fashion. Black as it was, it shone easily against Wey's tan complexion. He watched his visitor closely with Green eyes as sharp as a hawk's. resting a hardened back against the side of his home. it gave a slight moan, not that his one hundred and thirty-two pounds would cause it to cave in. It was just an old house.

Personality

A strong simple man. Doing more of what he's told then what is on his mind. which usually seems to be more work. A farmer's son as any, Though taking an interest in combat training then turning over fields. Even though the need for soldiers hasn't come in nearly three decades, he trains more to protect his father's land then to sign up for war. He reads quite a lot, but never shows his intelligence. not on purpose, he just has no need to flaunt his wit. as most whom learned to read have. it being a rare skill in his village. A new development is a weird sensation when he approaches Fire, or thinks about Fire after an incident when he was younger.

Equipment

Simple Red Tunic
Hide Shoes
Leather coat.
Hunting Dagger.

History

Born on the summer solstice And raised by his single father for eighteen years. the young man named Wey Ling had in his viilage's eyes become a respectable man in standing. It being so far away from the capital city. By proving his worth through out his years, completing harsh labour tasks, brazenly hunting through a few long winters, and protecting the village from environmental hazards such as Snow storms, Platypus-bears, Hog Monkey, and bandits attacks. Since his father had gone on to the spirit world. Wey had found himself lonely When he was little, his father had gone hunting and had left him to spent a winter alone. something strange had happened, he still feels guilty from hiding it from his father. One night during a blizzard he couldn't get a fire started. having been scared, and fearfully dreading the dark, he cried as he struck the wet flint against a piece of broken clay. the stone having been sent with his father. the clay broke, and out of frustration he punched the ash bed, and fire burst from his fist, catching the kindling he had blanketed over dried logs. never a day goes by without his feeling like he can catch fire at any moment. it terrifies him.

So begins...

Wey Ling's Story