Full Name: Shiroaki Kousuke
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Element: Fire
Birthplace: Ember Island
Position:
Training: Intermediate
Personality: What is a personality? It's supposed to define us as a person, it's something that people like about us, or that they hate about us, if people don't like your personality, they generally don't like you as a person, they can't respect you. This way of thinking has twisted Shiroaki into the type of person that wants everyone to respect him, and everyone to like him. His personality changes from person to person, or from one group to another. If asked to describe his personality, Shiroaki would be unable to, simply because he has lived his entire life changing his personality to suit those around him. Well liked in school, and well liked by his family. No one would ever be able to guess that Shiroaki hated himself, and was unable to identify himself. He finds his only way to express himself is through his bending, and feels graceful, and like his actual self when he's bending, or when he's fighting. Naturally, because of this, Shiroaki has an unreal inner drive to master fire bending. His bending, unfortunately, reflects his personality. There is not one single bender in the world who can master bending, if they have not mastered themselves. This is the ultimate struggle for Shiroaki.
Abilities: Bending. Bending is the one way that Shiroaki feels that he can adequately express himself. The one thing he feels that he's good at, the only way that he can truly be himself. However, because of the amount of internal conflict that he suffers from, his bending suffers from it, as well. While being able to maintain his own in a fight, or in a battle, the teenager is still rough around the edges. His bending is limited to a thorough knowledge of the basics, however not a complete mastery of them. He keeps a few advanced techniques up his sleeve, but not very many. His talent is prodigious, however his skill itself is very immature. With a teacher, or a mentor, or even a friend to talk to that would truly be able to recognize Shiroaki for himself, his skill might be able to match his talent, and he could achieve his goal of being able to master firebending.
Appearance:
Height: 175 centimeters
Weight:68 kilograms
Eyes: Reddish brown
Hair: Black
Skin: Pale
There's not much about Shiroaki's appearance that would reflect his inner conflict. Something about his eyes, maybe. Their color teetering on the edge of brown and red, one person may say that his eyes are red, while the other could argue that they were brown, and both would be able to see eachother's point. However, the most subtle thing about Shiroaki's eyes is that they reflect nothing. His eyes are defiant of light, and refuse to let anything out. They seem to be intelligent, but also unnerving at the same time. When speaking to Shiroaki, he could be looking at you, or in your general direction. His nose is normal, if a little small. His mouth, which can twist into a genuine appearing smile, or a sympathetic frown, his mouth is where all of the lies of his personality come from. His mouth is surprisingly normal, for the job that is accomplishes. Shiroaki's hair falls down just below his ears, and is kept relatively tidy. He wears a green tunic, with green trousers, and a green belt. The sleeves on his tunic are rolled halfway up to his forearm, and his trousers are rolled just below his knee. He has a tattoo of fire ascending both of his forearms, the twisting flames ending when they reach the middle of his forearm, and he has a tattoo of the symbol for fire on both of his hands.
History: Let's rewind time. Seventeen years, a screaming child being born to a happy mother and father. Shiroaki would be this child's name. Ember Island was beautiful in the summer, and August fifteenth was the hottest day of the year. It was taken as a sign by the young couple. Not everything always ends happily, however. Shiroaki's father would work hard to keep the three of them fed, and would spend the excess money he made on alcohol. The man was an abusive drunk. He would beat Shioraki and his mother if they made him unhappy when he was drunk, if he was having a rage fit, nothing would be able to stop him. This is where Shiroaki first started to adapt his personality to fit the people around him, to make them happy. He knew what would make his father happy, and his father unhappy, so he always found a way to keep him and his mother safe. As Shiroaki grew, his father deteoriated.
As expected, he died an early death, his liver failing. Was he missed? Not particularly. He managed to do one good thing before he died however, and Shiroaki was an older brother to a sister who was a bender like himself. Lily was her name, and she was the spitting image of her mother. Shiroaki was nine years old when his father died, his little sister was two. Shiroaki discovered he was a bender when he was very young. Neither of his parents were benders, so it came as a surprise to them when Shiroaki was found kicking and throwing fire around the backyard. His mother wanted to find him a mentor, but his father wouldn't allow it. When his mother argued, the father beat her, and then beat Shiroaki for being a bender. He couldn't defend himself, his skills not being refined enough.
Shiroaki grew into the person he is today because of his father. He got so used to morphing his personality to make other people happy, that he forgot what made him happy. He forgot who he
himself was. Shiroaki left his home when he was seventeen, to find a mentor, to travel the world, and perhaps just discover exactly who exactly he himself was.
**OPTIONAL**Sample RP:
Pirates. Of course, who would expect anything different on the open seas, going from the Fire Nation to the Earth Nation. They appeared out of nowhere, going at an ungodly speed. A closer look at the pirates and one would discover that they had a group of water benders on their ship that was urging it to go faster. The ship he was on was not a ship made up of combatants, maybe a few guards with weapons, but not very many.
I'm the only fire bender on this ship, I have to defend these people. He thought, as he moved towards the edge of the ship, where the pirates descended upon the ship. He readied himself, the captain of the guard, and a team of guards themselves readying themselves for a battle.
As the ship closed in on them, Shiroaki initiated contact with them, letting loose a flurry of punches and kicks, with flames to follow, catching the sail, and various parts of the deck, setting the ship ablaze. To no avail however, as the waterbenders put the fire out. "I'll take care of the benders." He said, almost to himself, as the ship closed, he launched himself into the air, leaping over the surging sea criminals and landed to face off with the two waterbenders. There was a scream that came from behind him, and a splash - someone had been thrown into the water. Shiroaki took a deep breath, and exhaled, the scent of smoke filling his nostrils. He once again initiated the fight, he swept his leg, sending a burst of fire towards the two, and they retaliated, leaping into the air and lashing out at him with water whips. He blocked one of them with fire, and attempted to dodge the other one, but was caught in the ribs with the whip, a crack heard.
Shiroaki ignored the burning along his right flank, and shot another flurry of fire at one of the antagonistic benders, overwhelming him, and sending him overboard. A war cry was heard, distracting the two fighters, as the guards who had defeated the pirates surged forward to attack the water bender, as the bender was distracted, Shiroaki sent a lash of fire towards the bender, and caught him along the throat, the man collapsed. "No loot for them, I suppose. Good work, you guys." He said, knowing that people liked to be congratulated on a victory. They had earned it, he supposed. Without the guards, he would've probably died.
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