Kiirvon the Firebrand

Subject: Kiirvon the Firebrand Wed Dec 11, 2013 3:38 am

Full Name: Kiirvon "Firebrand" Kir (Matsuda Tsuki by birth)
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Element: Fire
Birthplace: Capital City
Position: Fire Nation Soldier
Training: Firebending (Intermediate), Blades (Expert), Hand-to-Hand (Intermediate)

Personality: (236/210)

In her past, Tsuki was reserved as a little girl. She never really strayed from her adopted home, or made efforts to speak to children her age, nor adults that acted as such. This brought little hope for Tsuki's social life, until her elder cousin acted.

With his friendship, she began to shed her bashful shell and open up to those around her. Quickly she made friends with the boys of the village, while the girls villified her for the boyish trends she stuck firmly to. She was never one to adhere to gender boundaries, and even currently loves both the cordial ways of women, and the unconcerned respects of men.

More modernly, Tsuki -Kiirvon, rather- is much more open with those around her, mostly in the respects of being blunt, not necessarily friendly. She can seem somewhat cold to many, though those that know her well understand her occasional poke at them is all for fun. In the end, though, in times of stress she does fall back to her old, reclusive nature; often disguising it behind her capability to act as serious as a moment demands.

As a soldier, Kiirvon has learned to augment loyalty, respect and awareness into her personality. However, her analytical nature sometimes grows into assumption and blinds her to the more simple truths. She often gets into trouble from reading too deeply into a situation and acting on her assumption.

Abilities:(361/210)
While Kiirvon's cousin taught her the basics of blades and bending, he himself was not well versed in either, leading a young Tsuki to dwell deep in to the realm of weapons and bending fire of her own accord. But Kiirvon was never exactly a savant with either, and teaching herself left countless gaps in both disciplines. It wasn't until years later, when she joined the Fire Nation forces that she gained the chance to refine her discipline and knowledge.

Blades: Holding a blade became natural to Kiirvon, giving her brutal efficiency with a curved katana. It flowed well with her body to use such a weapon, and once military experience reforged her self-driven style, it became the bread and butter of her combat.

She's quickest, of all. Blades to not need strength to cut; they need precision and speed, the true power behind a curved blade came from these, Kiirvon learned. But being self taught is teaching oneself reliance. She is too reliant on the blade, and sees it as the better extension of herself. Despite her skills with a blade, without one she grows uncertain and loses her edge in more respects than one.

Bending: As her bending goes, she has long since focused her bending from the weapons she holds, namely her blade she's taken great pride in. With it she can easily conjure arcs of flame with heat enough to bite into metal, create bursts of flame to spawn concussive waves of heat, and even in her most focused state to occasionally conjure a bolt of electricity.

However, it is a misnomer to say Kiirvon is and excellent bender; though she can recreate with her body what she can do with a blade outside of combat, in the stress of battle she loses her confidence and her bending becomes of little consideration, leaving her to rely on the only skill she can carry over without a blade: fire breathing. Such, though, is limited in that it is a naturally slower and more predictable form of firebender as it relies on one's breathing rather than limbs, or weapons.

Without her blade, Kiirvon is of little threat in combat.

Appearance:

Height: 5'8"
Weight: Lean and muscularly toned
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Very light auburn
Skin: Alabaster, like many of the Fire Nation, but tanned where her armor/facemask doesn't cover.

(212/210)

Despite her genderless bias, Kiirvon looks fair for a woman. Though her form lacks curves given her athleticism, her face is comely and fit with what seems like a permanent countenance of calm and content. Her visage is soft, minus the intense, analytical grey-blue eyes that often stare -sometimes at nothing- at whoever or whatever she finds keen to observe. It is hard to miss the scars that dot her cheeks and jawline, cuts and burns that threaten to ruin her attractive features.

It is clear to all that Kiirvon prides health most of all, not beauty: her shoulder-length hair always clean, though unscented; her smooth, occasionally scarred skin always cleared of smoke, mud and blood after a battle; her nails well-trimmed to the quick.

Though she prided her genderless bias, she did also indulge in the workings of a lady when combat was not immediately a threat. If it weren't for the minor faccial scarring and the blade that never left her side, it'd be hard to spot the soldier behind the silk dressing, thin makeup and carefully braided hair. This is pragmatically the only time Kiirvon gets to act like, and look like a woman and as such has made seem oddly in the eye of those who observed her.

Weaponry & Other Gear:

Kir
Materials: Unusually high-carbon steel
Description: Just a normal katana, with a very tough steel. Not unbreakable, nor unbendable. Often is coated in a certain oil to prevent overheating from Kiirvon's bending.

History: (845/520) The story of the young "Firebrand" begins with a scandal between a Nobleman and his unknown lover. The went behind the back of the Noble's wife, and eventually came to be pregnant. Rumors developed quickly, though, and the Noble's scandal began threatening his career. He ordered an assassination, but knowing such would look too suspicious upon him, ordered it to seem an accident. Quiet, clean and believable. The Lover did all a woman could do; she ran. With the help of her family throughout the Fire Nation, the woman escaped the Capital City safely.

Eventually the toils of labor forced her to settle, albeit temporarily in a small village once known by many for the Inn there, Hama's Inn. The birth of the child wasn't witnessed by any but the Lover's nephew, and fearing for not only her own life but her child's as well, she left her newborn daughter in the hands of her nephew and disappeared, trusting he'd raise the child as his own. A burden for a man only new to adulthood himself, but a task he proved to be both up for and wizened by. Naming the child from a story passed down by his family to guise her real name, he raised her well on his own. His hunting and connections with the other villagers keeping her well fed and well cared for in any absence of his.

She grew up well, by shy at first, a habit the Hunter helped her break out of, though could never truly purify her of the trait. He was a kind, honest, gentle parent, and these traits passed to her swiftly, though not without issue; she never understood the differences between gender, even once she grew to know the physical barriers, the mental stereotypes never made sense to her. This created a divide between her and most people, as she wanted to pursue being a warrior, helping people however she can that way; not by dancing in a court, or raising a family.

While her adopted father did not understand, the Hunter accommodated her wishes any way he could, though after learning her lack of skill with the bow, and not being a bender himself he realized he could only teach her the basics he knew of each.

It was enough to kick-start her, though, and soon her self-driven styles easily thwarted stronger, prouder boys who thought a girl could only inherit weakness and beauty. But she soon grew smug herself, and left home as a ripened teen, barely fifteen. Her destination: the recruitment offices of Capital City, her goal: joining the army to finally get the chance to help others, or so she said. Her lessons in humility came quick, as she was denied entrance into training.

"Too young. And just a girl." Kiirvon had thought the rest of the Fire Nation was known to be more biased towards equality of gender, that the village she'd come from had just been narrow-minded on the subject. It became clear that the exemption to this was military

Too proud and too angry to turn away, the child issued a challenge: "I'll beat the best damn male recruit you've got, then you'll have no choice but to let me in," she called out, only receiving laughter in response. A nearby officer took her more seriously than the recruiter, and accepted her challenge.

The humiliation came as she was overwhelmed by an older, stronger, more experienced fighter. She held her own at first, but the girl had many gaps in her style from her self-studied swordsmanship and bending. The boy found a gap and struck, splitting the skin on her cheek after disarming her. She wanted to retaliate, but when the moment came, her fear made her fire lank, and cold. She was defeated, humiliated and a failure, but the officer saw something in her that wasn't apparent to the other soldiers could not-- he saw her passion and drive. He allowed her to join his recruits in training.

Finally with the chance to prove herself, and a new-found humility to never allow pride to corrupt her, she began progressing both as a soldier and a person, but at a cost. In the moment of her defeat, she was scarred not just on the cheek, but also with the fear of losing her weapon. It was etched in her mind that without one, she was weak, just as many would believe a woman to be as a soldier.

Modernly, Kiirvon travels wherever the military takes her, surprising strangers with her nearly two-faced contrast between town life and army life, as well as the veil over her goes; often her actions seem to be contrary to both her beliefs and order, disguising her true purpose behind a face that states a desire to help, a soft smile with a grin behind it. But most of what she does has many believing her kind intentions, true or not. Her more heinous deeds are not always forgotten, though. There were deaths on her hands, and few knew why.

But truth eventually has a strange way of revealing itself.

**OPTIONAL**
Sample RP:(645/420)

	Name: Firebrand Mood: Spiteful/Self-Loathing Condition: Unscathed Masteries: Blades (Expert) Fire (Intermediate) Hand-to-Hand (Intermediate)
It was all too fitting, for such a night to be cold as it was. Though the Capital rarely saw such chilled nights, it fevered the thought of what was to come, as Firebrand made her way through the alleyways, avoiding the late-nighters of the city. They made progress slow and uncanny, but she had time, and militant practice of operational patience. The Noble district, Caldera, was close. guards would become more frequent, and seeing her in or out of disguise would raise suspect. A ruckus from a perpendicular alley caught her ear. A woman's muffled screams, barely audible even from so close, a man's pained groans, and another's low threats. Kiirvon had a duty to carry out... But who was she if she fell to such hypocrisy so as not to stop such a plight. Torn between two sides of herself, the more noble took firm root as she turned the corner into the fray. Three men -four if including the beaten one under threat of knife on the ground- and a woman, tied bruised and gagged-- and damn near stripped. What had occurred was clear enough, and the lookout of the gang noticed her immediately. He called out to the cloaked vigilante, donning a knife, but powerless as a flash of flame caught his chest. Kiirvon had drawn her blade with rehearsed deftness and haste, tossing a white-hot arc of flame that even melted most of the knife that feebly tried to stop the attack. The lookout fell with a cauterized trench in his chest. The rapist was next in line, as he'd mercilessly drawn a knife, clearly intending on threatening his bound victim. Before his buddy could even hit the ground, Kiirvon had dashed forward, stabbing straight with her blade. It fell short by nearly a meter, but a thin jet of alabaster flame twisted in a helix along, then past the steel, piercing the man's shoulder and burning deep through muscle and bone before he dropped his weapon in a stumble from his would-be hostage. The following strike wasn't flame, but metal, hot from the fire. It bit into his neck, sliding smoothly through his jugular, and nicking his spine before it left him to his death. The third had stood up from the male victim, who writhed on the ground as his assumed girlfriend crawled to him. The ganger turned flee, but was pounced by Firebrand long before he could leave the alley. The vigilante turned her next victim over, his knife dropped and out of reach. He screamed as she lowered her dark face-mask, but was soon silence as flames licked around his head, slithering into his throat and lungs through his open mouth. The shock of it killed him before anything else. Yet it was only as she stood, that Kiirvon... Firebrand realized her failure. The woman she'd saved was holding her man to her bosom, blood flowing from a gash in his throat, gurgles bubbling from his mouth. The girl screamed for help, for Firebrand's help. The sound of armored steps grew unsettling in proximity. Kiirvon had to run, and so she did. As her form darted around the corner, words followed her close behind, a grim reminder that'd she'd become what she so often killed. "Monster.." The guards saw her, and knew her from her... Well 'his' wanted posters. "Firebrand! Halt!" Mute words, as she instantly turned on heel to flee away from Caldera; her target was just as well lost. Because she'd tried to save the lives of two, the guards would be looking for Firebrand, and the Nobleman... Her father would be warned of his wannabe assassin's presence. It would be months, perhaps years before she could arrange another attempt. Sure one life was delayed death tonight, but many more would die or suffer in the months to come. "You are a fool, Kiirvon," her voice harsh, husky. Now soft, melodic, but punctuated with tearful sobs, "I couldn't save him... I'm sorry."
Kiirvon/Firebrand

Subject: Re: Kiirvon the Firebrand Wed Dec 11, 2013 4:15 am

nicely done. I'm interested to see where this goes.
You might as well just put intermediate for her bending rank given your mentioning of all the flaws, but I can up your level if you really so desire.

Kiirvon the Firebrand Soa

Subject: Re: Kiirvon the Firebrand Wed Dec 11, 2013 5:51 pm

Well I just didn't wish to under-shoot it, since it is fairly strong when she does have her blade. I'll change it to Intermediate, then.