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« on: January 21, 2014, 06:08:55 PM »
Ah! that's exactly what I need!
Name: Zie Bu "Zee"
Age: 14
Appearance: He has tanned skin due to his constant work with fire, sky blue eyes, his hair is burnt black at the tips and extremely short making it seem like fur, he has a slim but fairly well defined frame due to his physically taxing line of work, he stands at 5'8-and-a-half" tall.
He wears a thick brown leather overshirt, a pair of leather pants meant to resist catching on fire, heavy metal-plated boots, and he wears either a black silk vest with golden trim when not working or a blacksmiths' apron if he's working.
Weapons: He is pretty good with small hammers, often using them to knock people out through helmets.
Element: Fire
Special Abilities: He has special gloves his teacher made him that allowing him to channel his fire into a physical attack or superheat his hands to let him hand-mold metal into objects, weapons, or armor.
Nation of origin: Fire Nation
Position or rank: Apprentice Blacksmith
Affiliations: Fire Nation
Distinctive features: He always wears a pair of welding goggles, either on his forehead to over his eyes if he's working. He also has burn scars all across his upper arms due to messups with hot metal.
Personality: He claims that he is like metal being forged, s simple piece of minerals soon to become an amazing piece of art through the fires of life.
He has an odd disposition to his element, he has a steadfast, strong-willed, and patient demeanor. But this is not all he is, he is also a very approachable and amicable guy, willing to give most a chance. But he is by no means perfect, he is stubborn sometimes and refuses to take help from most anyone.
Bio: Zie was raised as an only child to a noble family, his parents tried to groom him into a successor for the family's line. But this never appealed to Zie, he found he had more of a passion to the dirty work. Making things with his own two hands and having no-one do things for him.
He soon decided he did not belong here, and ran from his home.
Zie wandered the streets of the Fire Nation capitol for years, trying to find his place. But it was a slow-going search, he was glad he'd taken a whole lot of money from his parents' vaults. Or he would have starved.
But after years of searching, dodging his parents attempts to find him, and escaping from them twice more, he found his place; a little smithy shop in the commons. Run by an old man named Kakazi, he took Zie in as his apprentice. It was a hard life, but a life Zie found he loved.
He had found his passion, his place... his real home.
How's that?