OOC: Kyorin here. Another guy.
Full Name: Ros Savarian
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Element: Air
Birthplace: Ba Sing Se
Position: Rouge
Training: Dual-Sword (Expert)
Airbending (Expert)
Sneak/Hiding/Roguishness (Expert)
Knife Throwing/Wielding (Expert)
Personality: Not exactly cares for the law, but doesn't go out of his way to get in trouble. If needed to, he would forge royal documents, and is capable to do so. Very loyal to friends and protects them at the cost of his life. Can be cryptic at times when he chooses. He never truly lets on what he is up too unless he wants the other person to know or it is necessary for the occasion. He is very determined to get things done, even if he has to make a detour. He never gives up on the things he desires or on people. When in battle, he could be seen as a different person. He could go all cutthroat and kill people the easiest way possible, or he could toy with them a little and let them squirm before finishing them off. He likes to take the latter when dealing with somebody far below him or people that have insulted him or his friends. As he was once an orphan, he is very caring towards others, especially other orphans. He could be seen handing out food or small amounts of money to children.
You don’t want to talk to him when he’s sad, depressed, or rather just down in the dumps. You REALLY don’t want to piss him off, sad or not. (229)
Abilities: Ros grew up in Ba Sing Se Lower Ring, and until the age of thirteen, became probably the best pre-teen pickpocket and thief there was in the Lower Ring with his airbending. He became very attuned with the shadows, and eventually and with enough time, he could sneak right behind an armadillo hound undetected. He also became very good with his knife, specifically a Stiletto. He stole it from a mugger after he had been beaten by the person he was trying to mug. He made sure to keep it clean and sharp. Weapons and blades he grew to understand. People were a whole other thing.
He reasoned he needed a bigger weapon than his knife, but couldn't handle a staff. Instead he used twin swords. With with swords, he could cut almost anyone down, or at least put some decent scars in them. He used his airbending to move the air currents around his blades, making them move faster than most would believe possible. Later on, he reasoned he needed some longer range, something more lethal than air. So he gained some throwing knives, and practiced with those until he could stick a rabbit squirrel on the move in the eye from 10 meters away. Farther than that his accuracy falters a little, but he could still hit his target.
Lastly, his Airbending. He used it primarily for protection or for slipping coins out of people pockets. The latter giving him a great skill in airbending, being able to make small tendrils of air and manipulate them. Most people just throw air around, but Ros could use it like extra grabbing fingers. (253)
Appearance:
Height: 5’ 9”
Weight: 140lb
Eyes: Purple
Hair: Blood Red
Skin: Tan
Blood red hair, with two bangs on either side of his head reach down past to his shoulders while the back of his hair reaches to his shoulders, some cropped a little short to end on his neck. His black cloak hides his armor and swords, and his hood is capable of hiding his entire face in shadow when put on. He is usually dressed in all black to help intimidate and hide/sneak. A smile is usually upon his tan face. His unusual Purple eyes are a mystery to him, but make a great conversation starter to those who are willing to bring it up. His normal black clothes cover almost every inch of his body, his tunic going up to the nape of his neck. Other than his face and hands, his skin isn't shown that much. The edges of his bracers on his arms are brown, he dye either not reaching them, the dye wearing off, of for style. He has multiple straps on his boots to keep them on his feet and from making unnecessary sound. Around his waist is not something seen very often, three belts. He wears the first one for keeping his pants up like everyone else. The other two he keeps in case of no weapons. They can be detached and used in a hundred different ways.
- Looks like...:
(223)
Weaponry & Other Gear:
Reap & Sow, Dual-Swords Two one-handed long-swords that Ros can wield with great proficiency and speed. They are made out of strong folded steel. Nothing too descriptive about them.
Stiletto A plain straight dagger for stabbing and to parry.
5 Throwing Knives Also made out of steel, they are located on his left shoulder for quick throws, one being placed on the inside of his right forearm.
Black Cloak Light material, and nothing more than to hid him in shadows and at night.
Leather Armor/Gear This light but durable armor covers most of his chest and arms, including his shoulders and back. Greaves on his legs, Knee guards and Bracers for his arms included in the set as well. To match his cloak, it’s all dyed black.
History: Ros doesn’t know who his parents were, their lineage, or why they didn’t want him. All he remembered was two shadowy figures, walking away as he called out to them. “Mama.. Papa..” He cried for days, but now he hated that memory, hated
them. How could any person be that horrible?
Ros grew up in the Lower Ring of Ba Sing Se, among the rats and other riff raff. He taught himself many skills, how to sneak, how to move with the shadows, how to pickpockets and to eavesdrop, and how to look like any other person in the crowd. He discovered that he could airbend at the age of 8, which he practiced very often. Eventually he became good enough at it that he could use it to help pick pockets. He only used his abilities to protect himself from the dozens of other homeless people that tried to prey on him. One time, he came upon a man being mugged in an alley way. Ros was about to make a decision whether to turn around and walk the other way, or to help him, but then the pony tailed man disarmed the mugger and threw him against the wall. The Green robed man simply walked away, toward the Middle Ring gate. When Ros looked back down the the mugger, he was unconscious. His knife looked sharp, and was just lying there. Ros’ grabby hands swiped it. He kept it sharp against a smooth stone he found lying around, and made sure to keep it clean.
When he was the age of 13, Ros became sick of his life. It was always scavenging, hunting, and pickpocketing. And never having people close to him. Sure, he knew people, but that wasn’t a family, or somewhere to belong. At this age, even though he never looked for one, he was pretty confident he could handle himself in a fight with his knife and airbending, most definently in combo. Once he heard whispers of an airbending military, the Tekina-Kaze, he knew that was where he would find this place of belonging that he longed for. The only thing stopping him from going to the Eastern Air temple, which was closest to Ba Sing Se, was the outer wall. People weren't just allowed out, you had to pay to get onto the train, and there was no such thing as a gate. After several weeks of wondering around the Lower ring, he found the highest quality inn in the lower Ring, which wasn't saying much. He wasn't going to stay there, but it rose up a good four stories, and leaned against the wall. It went up a good ways, although it wasn't even halfway. Night after night, he used his airbending to carve small handholds into the wall. Fear of Heights was not a thing he knew. It took well over a month to carve out enough handholds for his hands and feet to fit in snugly. He didn't have a way down the wall, but he tested on the inside of the wall that he could blast air onto the ground, slowing him to a stop. It might be a rough landing, but he was determined that he could do it.
And do it he did, one fateful night. He climbed to the top of the wall, and waited ever so patiently for a nearby guard to fall asleep on duty. He waited ten more minutes of him sleeping, just hanging there, to make sure he was in a deep sleep. Then he hopped onto the top of the wall, then after a few seconds of psyching himself up, jumped off the wall. He fell for a good 10 seconds, before blasting a ton of air underneath him, slowing him down until he tumbled into a mess of dirty clothes. He set off for the Eastern Air Temple that night, not wanting to be discovered by the guards. (653)
