Hiriluk Takan [Finished]

Full Name: Hiriluk Takan
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Element: Water
Birthplace: Southern Water Tribe
Position: Healer
Training: Waterbending (Intermediate), Healing (Intermediate), Medicine (Intermediate), Hand to Hand Combat (Basic)

Personality: Hiriluk can be described as being as cold as the lands he calls home. He is soft spoken if he speaks at all. He is also prone to hiding his emotions, preferring to hide behind a mask of stoicness. These traits are attributed to his method of coping with the loss of his family. Hiriluk is uncomfortable in most social situations that go beyond conversation, and even then he can be trumped by overly obnoxious or bubbly personalities. He has a very polite way of speaking, regardless of whether or not the subject deserves politeness, and he never uses curses and only rarely raises his voice. Indeed, he hardly ever emotes at all unless sufficiently moved.

Hiriluk being truly angry is very rare. When one has annoyed or disturbed him, the frustration lying behind his facade is rarely noticeable. However, when one truly infuriates him, they will know. When sufficiently angered, it is as if he transforms, shouting and verbally assaulting (and sometimes physically assaulting) his aggressor, all of his bottled up emotions pouring out at once.

One thing that seems to emotionally stir Hiriluk is his work with medicine. Regardless of what the situation may be, he will always do everything in his power to heal or cure a patient. He can also be very forceful when prescribing a treatment and reminding a patient to follow a certain routine, as well as becoming visibly annoyed when they fail to do so.(242)

Abilities:
Waterbending: Hiriluk was trained in the art of waterbending combat from an early age by his father, in the hopes that Hiriluk would join the army just as he had. Every day he would train long and hard, enduring a moderately grueling regimen that lasted until he lost his parents, after which he fell out of regular practice. While he does train from time to time, he mostly focuses on developing his healing and medicinal knowledge. An intelligent young man, Hiriluk is no slacker when it comes to tactics and resourcefulness in regards to his waterbending.

Healing: Although his father would have preferred that he learn solely combative waterbending techniques, Hiriluk's mother felt differently. Hiriluk's mother Kureha tutored him in the art of healing when he had downtime in between his father's training sessions. He continues to train this technique to this day, and it helps him to make a living along with another skill his mother taught him.

Medicine: Alongside the art of healing using waterbending, Hiriluk's mother also taught him traditional medicine practices. She taught him of a number of herbs and other plants that could affect the human body, how to identify them, and how to mix and prepare them. Kureha also taught him how to treat sick and wounded people, and generally act as something of a doctor or medic. Like the other skills his parents taught him, he continues to study medicine to this day, and uses his medicinal knowledge to make a living as a healer.

Hand to Hand Combat: The training Hiriluk's father put him through included hand to hand combat, but Hiriluk didn't show much interest in it. He reached a decent level of practical knowledge before his father died, but his skills were nothing special and he doesn't practice it all that much anymore. (304)

Appearance:
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 165 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark brown with light brown tuft
Skin: Very light brown

Hiriluk has an average build and physique for someone his age. He wears his hair spiked, keeping his method of suspending it in that state a secret. Unless he is sleeping or has lost them, Hiriluk wears a pair of black framed spectacles. All of Hiriluk's hair is dark brown save for a small tuft of light brown just above the center of his forehead, much to his annoyance.

While in the comfort of his home, his shop, or a similarly habitable environment, Hiriluk normally wears a blue tunic and a striped scarf, as well as a pair of fur lined leather boots. When he must venture out into the more hostile climates of the South Pole, Hiriluk adds a pair of fur lined gloves and a cloak that is also fur lined. In either case, he always sports an assortment of rings on either hand which originally belonged to his parents (the rings on his right hand are from his father and the ones on his left are from his mother).
(172)

Weaponry & Other Gear:

Water Canteen
Materials: Animal Pelt
Description: A pouch made of an animals pelt, used to hold water. Worn on his left hip, Hiriluk uses it as a source of water with which to bend.

History: Hiriluk was born in the Southern Water Tribe to a soldier and a healer, named Karat and Kureha respectively. His upbringing was a far cry from that of a normal child. Karat was a hardcore military man bordering on zealotry. Karat planned for him to become a great soldier from the moment Hiriluk came screaming into this world. From the moment Hiriluk was strong and old enough, Karat trained him. He trained Hiriluk as his own father had trained him when he was younger, and as his father had done as well.

Most of Hiriluk's family going back several generations were great soldiers to some degree, and he was going to be as well if his father had his way. His mother was displeased with this. Kureha knew that this simply wasn't how you were meant to raise a child, and that although Karat could be a lovely man, his own upbringing had lasting negative effects to that day. With thoughts of a more normal childhood in mind, Kureha began taking whatever measures she could to shorten Hiriluk's training sessions with his father, whether it was by sneaking him away under false pretenses, bargaining for time by volunteering to teach him something else, or simply asking and hoping for his understanding if all else failed.

It was during these times that Hiriluk's mother taught him the skills that he would focus more on later in his life. Kureha was a mildly notable healer in the area at this time, and she ran a small shop that sold remedies and treated sick people. Since she wanted, at the very least, to teach Hiriluk something other than how to fight (besides writing, literacy, and other compulsory life skills which his father had deigned to teach him in the years before he was strong enough to train in combat), she decided that teaching what is effectively the opposite of fighting would be for the best. So she taught him, and any time not spent resting or training with his father was spent learning medicine. Over the time he spent learning from his mother, Hiriluk developed more of an interest in healing than he did for his father's combat training. Medicine truly intrigued him, and he was eager to help others using these skills.

Years passed, and Hiriluk was molded into both a competent fighter and a skilled healer. The relationship he had built with his father over the years may not have been the best one, but it was manageable, and of course he loved his mother. Hiriluk had found a balance in his life, and he honestly wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Unfortunately for him, no one can always get what they want. At the time, Karat had been deployed to god-knows-where to deal with something or other, where or why he went being lost on Hiriluk ever since. Although it was strange, Hiriluk didn't think anything of it. Besides the lack of details, he assumed that it would be the same as any other time his father was deployed. Of course, as these stories go, tragedy was inevitable.

Around the time that it happened, Kureha began acting strangely. She seemed much quieter and sadder than usual, and even snapped at Hiriluk occasionally. This behavior coincided with Karat's deployment, and was obviously the reason she was acting this way. Hiriluk found this strange, as she had never acted like this during his father's other periods of deployment. Try as he might, there seemed to be nothing he could do to help her out of it, and he simply let her be and hoped that it would pass when father returned. It was then that tragedy struck. Hiriluk had just returned from the shops, having been sent to buy wicks and oil for the lamps in their home. He walked in the door and called his mother's name to signal his return, but there was no reply. Again, he called, and still nothing. He assumed that she must have gone out on some errands of her own, and that perhaps she forgot to ask him to get something. He walked into the next room, and there she was. Kureha lay on the floor, curled up in the fetal position. Her face was red, both from her crying and from what Hiriluk assumed to be a fever. Hiriluk knelt down and felt her forehead. Just as he had thought, it was red hot. He hoisted her up and took her to her bed, nestling her in and running to get medicine. Hiriluk attempted to treat his mother for a week. He couldn't figure out what she had, and tried treating the symptoms instead. Everything he did should have worked, but she simply wouldn't get better. It was as if she just lacked the will to live. Kureha died at the end of the week.

Now effectively and orphan, Hiriluk had no choice but to wait for his father to return. He ran out of food in a few weeks, and was forced to run the shop in his mother's stead to provide for himself. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, months to years, and still Karat hadn't returned. All that time spent mostly alone changed Hiriluk. It changed him like a constant, chilling wind changes water into ice. He had become cold and distant, and rarely left his shop except to check on patients and gather supplies. He was twenty two years old without a friend in the world, doing all he could for his patients but still keeping them at arm's reach. To this day he still does this, but perhaps there is an end in sight for Hiriluk's silent suffering...(952)



Sample RP

Hiriluk

The last week had been slow for business, just as the week before had been. Hiriluk's shop hadn't seen a patient for the last four days. He supposed that the lack of sick or injured people was a good thing, but it became hard to look at it that way when he was in danger of going hungry. Hiriluk was busying himself with cleaning here and there around the shop while at the same time busying his mind. I don't know what to do... I need SOME kind of business soon... he thought to himself.    At that moment, as if by fate, Hiriluk heard a knock at the door. He wasn't sure if it truly was a knock at first, but the follow up convinced him of the need for his services. A moment after the first knock, the man at the door knocked once more with more force, shouting through the door. "Please, open up, I have an injured woman here!" Hiriluk dropped what he was doing and strode quickly over to the door, and what he saw there surprised him. There stood a visibly distressed, middle aged Fire Nation man carrying a local woman whom Hiriluk recognized. He eyed the man carefully, and then conceded. "Bring her inside." he ordered.     Hiriluk cleared a space on a nearby table and assisted the man in lowering her down onto it. He then went about gathering the things he might need to treat her. Hiriluk questioned the man while he did this. "What is wrong with her?" he prompted. The man replied haltingly, clearly anxious.    "Th-there was an accident with... with, uh... fire!" he replied, announcing the last word as if the notion had spontaneously came to him. "Yeah, she was holding a torch, and she slipped and dropped it..." A flimsy excuse, all things considered, but Hiriluk decided he would ask more on that later. Hiriluk finished gathering his things and walked back to the table.    "Where was she burnt, exactly?" he asked, unclipping his water canteen from his belt and placing it on the table next to her. Again, the Fire Nation man replied guiltily.    "Her... her stomach..." he said dejectedly. Hiriluk lifted up the bottom of her tunic slowly, finding what he was looking for. The woman had a long burn mark streaking diagonally across her stomach from left to right. The only thing that Hiriluk could think was that this was no accident, or at least not one perpetrated by a torch. Drawing some water from his canteen, he motioned the amorphous, floating mass of liquid in her direction and pressed it against the wound, moving it around as needed. He addressed the man.    "Tell me, how do you know this woman, Mister..." Hiriluk asked, trailing off so as to prompt the man for his name.    "Oh, uh, I'm... Zuzu. Kalana here is my lover." he answered. While it was clear that whatever his name was it wasn't Zuzu, his account of who she was to him seemed genuine, and Hiriluk knew that the man had named her correctly.    "Hm... I see. Well, this isn't too bad. After I'm finished with this, I'll just need to apply a salve and bandage her up. Now, to the subject of payment..." Hiriluk began. 'Zuzu' interjected firmly.    "No." he interrupted. Hiriluk turned his head toward him confusedly, maintaining the healing process.    "No? Mr. 'Zuzu', I cannot work for free." he replied. 'Zuzu' gave him an angry look and raised a single fist swathed in fire in Hiriluk's direction.   "Trust me, you can. Now hurry up!" he demanded, clearly ready to melt Hiriluk's face off if he displeased him. Hiriluk continued working, wondering how he would get himself out of this mess. Suddenly, an idea came to him. Without looking, he made a motion toward his canteen as if to draw more water, making it look like an accident as he knocked it onto the floor. Predictably, it's contents proceeded to spill out onto the floor. Hiriluk paused for a moment, pretending to be uncertain of what would happen next. "Pick it up, now. Quickly." the man ordered, sending a blast of fire into a nearby wall to punctuate the demand.    Hiriluk got down on one knee, picking up the canteen and proceeding to bend the water back into it. A moment later, the man took his attention off of Hiriluk to glance at Kalana, and that is when Hiriluk made his move. Thrusting his open left hand out towards the man, Hiriluk sent a writhing length of water in his direction, closing his hand and quickly freezing it as it made contact with the firebender's hand. Before the man could react and begin firebending with his free hand, Hiriluk rose from the floor and sent another mass of water at him, aiming for his other arm. The water struck him hard in the shoulder, knocking him to the ground. Hiriluk recovered the water and proceeded to use it, and whatever he needed from his canteen, to fasten the man to the ground with ice. With the threat neutralized, he went back to healing the wounded woman.   Half an hour later, after the woman was treated and the authorities were notified, Hiriluk was given some insight on the situation. Kaizo, 'Zuzu's real name, was a man from the Fire Nation who had immigrated to the South Pole. He was also a small time criminal, using his firebending to rob and intimidate people for money. Kalana was indeed involved with him, falling in love with him after harboring him from the authorities. Kalana, having seen neither a Fire Nation man nor a firebender and not being too bright, found him to be exotic and highly interesting. She asked him to demonstrate his firebending and he obliged, showing her a few moves. In her excitement and slight airheadedness, she unexpectedly stepped a bit too close whilst he was performing a particular move, and received a nasty burn for her trouble, which led Kaizo to bring her to the shop. After the authorities had filled him in on the situation and escorted those two away, Hiriluk went back to cleaning... but not before receiving payment for his services, as well as some money with which to repair his wall. And so, despite the violence, everything worked out in the end. Hiriluk immediately travelled to the market and picked up some food, and that was that.

Mood: Condition:

Link:

Bump again...

Hey Hiriluk, sorry I took a while to reply to this...busy week. Anyways, nice character, I gladly approve of your profile.

One thing before I put you into your group though, that character box's pic is way too big.  It's squeezing the text into a tiny column making it very tough to read.

Fixed...

and done and done. ^^
here's (belated) APPROVAL!