Minato Mizushima
Owned by Hydrocarbon1997

Future minato probs
Basic Information

Bender type: Waterbender
Title: Distressed Healer
Current age: 16
General Status: Alive, Physically healthy. But suffers from PTSD
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 5'4
Relationship Status: Single
OOC Plans: Me and Orbit have discussed rping him and Mizuki. Where they'll reconcile, reconnect and Mizuki attempts to help Minato with his condition. Eventually they'll fall in love and the relationship would get dark. Moving on, I'd likely rp him forming a serious drug attention. Kokia is fated to become super hot and obsessed with Minato, which sounds super fun and a lil more in character for him. Also a brotp with Rei would be great, I'd love to rp him with a wastelander and someone who can toughen him up. Last but not least, I would like for him to become a good guy. But I'm not too sure how cut out he'd be for Faceless and we ALL know how I feel about the RCPD. So we'll see really


Standing at a pathetic 5'4 and wielding annoyingly pink hair. Minato usually covers his head and the rest of his skin for that matter. Minato usually manages to dye his hair a light brown, but sometimes forgets. His neck is usually wrapped in a scarf, anything to hide that terrible scar he received by a mugger


Minato is immensely shy, anti-social and all around scared. He often avoids any sort of human contact. When forced to talk to people, he'll initially look away and try to end the conversation early. He's certainly too cowardly to break the law or anything, horrified at the idea of being in prison again.

He constantly doubts himself and wields a terrible self-view. It's not out of place for him to insult or make fun of himself even. Last but not least, Minato suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. He has awful nightmares/flashbacks of his torment in the Wastes. His body immensely suffers when he remembers it. Nausea, intense sweating/muscle tension and an intense heartbeat etc.

The young waterbender also doesn't seem that interested in life and most activities in general. Plagued by large amounts of guilt, depression and hopelessness. He often considers substance abuse and usually struggles to trust anyone. In short he is a damaged, scared and self-loathing little boy.


As I approach Republic City, wanting nothing less but to escape my demons as I watch the statue of Avatar Aang. I can’t help but think back to when life was so much simpler. I ask myself how this world could be so unforgiving; I’m only fifteen and possess enough suffering for a lifetime. But I’m getting ahead of myself, I’ll start from the beginning.

The main village of the Northern Water Tribe was my home, the large ice structures and light snowfall were some of the first things I saw. Being the frail and sheltered boy I was, I certainly was alone most of my childhood. Honestly, the only sort of friend I had was my elder sister,Mizuki. But our relationship was strained by the fact I was just so jealous of her. Being blessed by the Moon Spirit, she always received more attention than me, forcing me into her shadow without even noticing.

However, while Mizuki wasn’t consumed by vanity, everyone treated like she was better than me, but she never seemed to believe it in the slightest. She made it clear I was beloved by her no matter what, she was my older sister and loved me At the tender age of 6, I remember throwing a tantrum. The entire ice floor shattered under me, I might’ve drowned if my father hadn’t willed the water to release me before I drowned.

Mizuki’s fame was slowly coming to an end and Dad was more than happy to have another bender in the family. Problem was, my frail nature made combatative bending difficult for me. After a year, my sister was able to take part in a harmless snowball fight with me. We would command the orbs of snow into our palms. When our dad began training her, she was too kind and didn’t want to hurt anyone. Thus sharing my weakness, though we grew ever closer during our father’s attempts to train us. Fortunately I at least had one talent, Mizuki bruised her knee and broke into tears. My only goal was to ease her pain, my bending how allowed me to do. The crying ceased and her injury faded into nonexistence, it was the first time I felt some sort of accomplishment.

So at the age of twelve, I strived to become a noble healer. A smile on my face arrived whenever I aided others with my talent. My parents were finally proud of me, but my elder sibling felt that way since she could remember. I had been working late on a child who was recently attacked by a lone arctic wolf when I heard more screams and panic. Barbaric men and women formed blades of ice and slaughtered our citizens. Buildings collapsed and people ran as panic filled the air. I struggled to get the poor boy in safe hands as I heard the words “Wastelanders!” over and over again. They were the savages that lived in our decimated parallel. The Southern Wastes I had read so much about, vandals from the worst place on Earth were stealing our supplies and smote anyone in their way.

Saying I was terrified was a tremendous understatement after securing the child’s safety; I ran towards my home as fast as I could, horrified at the idea of my family joining the corpses I saw. I burst into the door and witnessed as my mother sobbed over my father. He was bleeding immensely from his stomach. I heard three intruders ransack our home as I quickly aided in my dad’s recovery. One of the raiders quickly picked me up, commenting that I would be useful to them. My mother being a nonbender and his healing left incomplete, both of my parents could only watch as I was dragged out of the house. I had no idea where Mizuki was, I could only assume she was trying to help others. Bless her heart, I wondered if I’d ever see her again. I looked over the night sky that loomed over my home for what I thought would be the last time as the spirit portal embraced me.

Revealing a new world, clearly broken and barren. Seeming like the antithesis of my homeland, a large number of barbarians stood over me as I felt streams of water restrain my limbs. I was told that I had just became a slave. The particular tribe that took me for themselves had told me their healer had recently passed away and that I was about to become their new one, whether I liked it or not.

So I began my early teens practically as a slave, the brutes had decided abuse and torment was the best way to keep me under their boots. I was even motivated to constantly save the lives of my captors, I was always punished whenever I couldn’t save someone. The punishments were terrifying, the chief was a master of bloodbending and subjected me to the forbidden art. I would always be left praying that he’d make a mistake and rupture a vital organ to end it all. The scars all over my body served as a permanent reminder.

So for two years, things went on like this. The loving home and family I once had seemed non existent. Every night I would lie awake, missing my sister so much it would ache. The only remotely good thing from my time in the wastes was that my aggressive bending improved, allowing to fend off any vicious animals. My immense fear made it so I never even thought about rebelling and fighting for my freedom.

Karma made itself known one day, the very men who imprisoned me were attacked by a rival tribe. Already tired and hungry from a string of failures,they were powerless to repel the invaders. I quickly decided to make my escape, like the day I was taken from the North. I ran to the best of my ability, this time my own survival was my concern. Unable to properly hunt or navigate, I felt myself fading away. I almost gave up and allowed myself to give into the intense cold, death truly seemed like a blessing.

Upon locating another tribe, I made my way to them. Barely able to walk or speak, I informed them of my healing prowess. Promising them I would be of use to them. Fortunately I managed to convince them or I would’ve been left to perish as my vision began to fade, since they must’ve been nicer than the last tribe. I began to recover and slowly started to aid my new allies for the next few weeks.. I didn’t feel any attachment to them, but I needed them and they needed me.

The leader had decided to plot a raid on the Northern Tribe. I was almost excited, realizing this was the chance I needed to finally return home. The warband quickly invaded, eager to steal what they needed. I quickly abandoned them, even allowing them to be attacked by Northern Soldiers. Once several of them cornered me, I got on my knees and pleaded, explaining that I was one of them, taken from my home.

After the attack I was thrown in prison along with some of the other raiders, who worked out that I betrayed them. They blamed their less than successful venture on me. I had constantly told any guard that I was a Northerner, screaming everything I knew about our homeland. Eventually they believed me. I was excited to see my family again. But I broke down in tears when I realized my house had been attacked once more. My father must’ve tried to fight off the offenders, refusing to be defeated again. This resulted in the death of him and my mother. When I asked around for my sister, I heard she had been living in Republic City for some time now. I worked as a healer again for a few weeks as I tried to ignore the physical and mental scars I wielded. Eventually, I made enough Yuans for a boat ticket to Mizuki’s new home. With nothing to return to, I lay at the gates of this strange, new realm, eager to find the only family I had left. Mizuki, we will meet again.


Water Tribesman
Initial Powers
  • Water Whip

The user can create a whip of water to quickly strike at something.

  • Water Jet

The user can create a jet of water that can be used to push back or even topple others.

  • Water Wave

The user can create a small wave from a nearby source of water that can be used to crash down on something.

  • Temperature Control (Passive)

The user can alter the temperature of water, allowing them to cause it to boil or even freeze.

  • Pressure Control (Passive)

The user can alter the pressure of water, allowing them to use it to grab or strike things.

Basic Powers

(Note: Once a power is chosen, it cannot be changed.)

  • Water Knife

The user can create a pressurized blade of water that can be used as a melee weapon. While wielding these blades, the user cannot use any other waterbending techniques from their hands. (Achieved after 1 week)

  • Water Bullet

The user rapidly sends a flurry of small water beads which can be used to pummel something in quick succession. (Achieved after 2 weeks)

Rain Healer
(Achieved after 1 month)
Initial Powers
  • Octopus Form

The user can surround their body in a pressurized suit of water which has eight arms for offense or defense. The user cannot move while using this power.

  • Waterspout

The user can create a spout of water which can be used to lift them or others up off the ground. Requires a body of water.

  • Water Healing (Exclusive to Rain Healer)

The user is able to heal wounds with water. The time it takes to heal the wounds is based off the severity. The user can also partially heal multiple allies from a distance by connecting them with a string of water. The number of allies which can be chained depends on the amount of water available.

  • Water Burst (Exclusive to Rain Healer)

The user surrounds themselves in a suit of water before blasting it outwards, pushing surrounding enemies back.

Advanced Powers

(Note: Once a power is chosen, it cannot be changed. Also, Master level powers can only be achieved after 7 months and require 2 open power slots.)

  • Mudbending (Passive)

The user is able to manipulate the water in mud in order to move mud, add water to earth to make mud or even pull water from the mud leaving only dirt.  (Achieved after 2 months)

Place the full template name of the second power you chose here (Achieved after 4 months)

Place the full template name of the third power you chose here (Achieved after 6 months)