Board Thread:Citizenship Applications/@comment-24743498-20150315035719

Name: Izanami

Bender Type: Airbender

Age: 21

Appearance:

Personality: Izanami is a very tomboyish woman. She’s very headstrong and stubborn. Iza can be somewhat aggressive, but she is fairly warm. She is normally very ill-tempered and rude. She is a woman who takes pride in her work. While chaotic, she likes to do a good job for her clients all in all. As a mercenary, she finds it beneficial to do exceptionally.

Born at the Eastern Air Temple, Iza grew up very lonely. Her brother and father left her and her mother when her brother, Isamu was born. She wonders how they are often times. The only thing she has to identify them by are their names. While she longs for companionship, she does not let it show. That longing tends to be a weak point. As as child, she always caused trouble, but most of all, she loved her mother. It was hard to leave her mother behind, but they both knew Izanami had to live freely. She was too wild for the confined life at the temple.

With her mother being a soft spot, she holds a few maternal qualities herself, but she mostly just enjoys seeing healthy mother-daughter relationships. It reminds her of her past. She gets sentimental about the topic of her mother. It also reminds her how stupid she could be when she was younger. When thinking about these things, she gets immersed in them, losing most connection to the world around her.

History: Peace isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I’d know. All those people truly thought I could live life as an Air Nomad. Funny, isn’t it? It’s not me at all. That’s why I came here. New opportunities and stuff, the usual. Still, I can’t help but love the independent feeling I get here. It was so strict back there. I feel...oh, forgive me, I ramble sometimes. Suppose I’ll tell ya my story, then, huh?

Hm, birth seems like the logical place to start. I was born to an airbending mother and a nonbending father. My mom and pop didn’t get along too well. I remember sitting on my bed listening to them fight as I fell asleep. As a child then, I didn’t know what my dear mother was going through. I was such a fool to think everything was okay.

I got along fairly well with other children. I had a bright and outgoing personality, and it helped me befriend many kids whom I didn’t always remember the names of. However, I was soon torn from my social life by my brother’s birth. I still remember holding him for the first time. He was five years younger than me. His adorable smile and icy blue eyes are the only thing I can remember him by. That and his name of course. Isamu. I don’t know how he is now, but I’ve heard he ran away from our father. Haha, forgive me again, I got sidetracked again. Soon after his birth, my parents finally met their limit with each other. Their divorce came fast and hit me like a fatal blow. My father was gone in a matter of 2 days along with my brother.

Growing up without my father was strange. It was merely myself and my mother, but she’d never been the same ever since my father had left. With little to no discipline from parents, I become a rowdy child. I did crazy things just for the slightest amount of attention. This started to become natural, and I found myself becoming very independent. This independence was increased when I discovered my airbending at the age of 7. Afterwards, I became quite the rulebreaker. I didn’t care much for the strict and confined life at the temple.

In my teens, I became even moodier around people at the temple. I resented most of them a great deal. They were always so...fake. Whenever they passed by me, they always feigned some sympathy towards. They told me they “understood,” which was a load of bullshit. Nobody understood me. Not that I would expect them to.

21 years I’d spent in that stupid temple. As soon as I was 21, my mother and I agreed it was best for me to be free and to leave. I decided my escape would be to Republic City via the Citizenship Program. My mother gave me a fair supply of yuans to pay for my travel to Republic City and to find myself residence. How wonderful it felt to be liberated from that prison of a temple! My trip felt like it took years, but I finally arrived. I suppose it’s obvious that that story ends right there. Here I am now, standing before you, creating more of my story.

Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral 