Owned by Nebuliss
Bender type: Airbender
At 5'9" and weighing 135 lbs, she has auburn hair that is a deep red only in sunlight, but otherwise looks fairly black. Her eyes are a deep blue, and she has a small frame. Her chest is fairly full and she typically wears dresses with fluffed skirts and is almost never seen without her red cloak.
She used to be fairly upbeat; A very happy girl. Kind to strangers, and always up for a good time. She sometimes still is, but mostly, she's a quiet girl, who sits in the back and always says 'please' and 'thank you.' She's timid, always preferring to talk things out before she bothered getting in a fight. Sometimes she would fight with the others in the medical center, so she could hold her own.
She's soft-spoken; Kinder to others than she is to herself. She's book-smart, but alas, not street-smart. Her curiosity can definitely kill the cat. She sometimes hears Wei, still. He walks her through getting out of trouble; Lie, and manipulate... People would never hurt an innocent little girl. If they do.... That's what she has Wei for. Protection.
I was born to the very young couple, Jahni and Kino. They both grew up in a fire nation village. Father was a firebender, I think. But Mum. Mum was a nonbender. She said she migrated from the Eastern Air temple. They were sweethearts during their childhood. Oh, how mother constantly told us their cute little story- She wanted me to remember my father. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I don’t want to. But of course, she insisted. It’s what put my brother and I to sleep at night. She never told us how or why he died, of course. That’d bring up the memories far too easily. He died when I was four. I was a toddler, barely in my big girl pants. My brother, Wei, remembered it fairly well. He was a few years older than me. I once heard he and mom talking through a wall. They said, “Don’t tell Vani what happened to your father.”, and “She’s too young to know.” “She should keep her ignorance.” I took out my frustration with my first bending, when I ruined my mother’s garden with a small tornado... She was so mad...
I didn’t like it. It made me feel childish. Of course, I didn’t do anything about it. I figured, why should I go in there and demand to know? Wei says she would have just lied to my face… He says he wouldn’t have, though. That makes me feel happy. I wasn’t much older when Wei died. Or, well. He didn’t die. His body just left him. That’s what he says, at least. That it was far too damaged to continue living in. He died in a car crash. A horrible crash that sent me straight to tears. My brother. The only person I’ve ever truly loved. And he was gone. Taken away from me by a satomobile.
I guess that was for the better, though. At least, that’s what Wei says. He says if that didn’t happen, he wouldn’t be here right now. And I’d still be an ignorant fool about our father’s death. That’s what made it worse. My father’s death. Did my mother not expect me to know eventually? It tore me up just as much. The woman told us storied as a child. Do you remember the stories, Wei? How could she do that to us? This makes me feel angry.
I had noticed almost an immediate change in my behavior all around. I was almost numb, as if I weren’t there. Except when I wasn’t. It was extremely weird the first time I had a mood swing. That’s what the doctors call it. I think there’s a medical term for it. The fact that they won’t tell me, that makes me mad, too. I was angry a lot during this time. Sometimes I’d even black out. People would say they still saw me walking around, though. They’d say I acted differently. Or that I should be asleep. Even sometimes that I lashed out. I didn’t understand what they were talking about. She took me to a therapist. They told me I wasn’t healthy. That the trauma of losing her brother, and revisiting the death of my father, they said it was too much? That I couldn’t handle it? The mere mention of it made me groan in annoyance.
My mother, though she spent a crude amount of money for me to spend with these doctors to try and fix me, as if I were broken, thank you very much, didn’t care about me. She was more concerned for herself. That’s what Wei says. He says she’s probably out… fucking some whore. Which she probably was. I didn’t care much at that point. I was angry. I constantly scratched at myself to see if I was still there, sometimes… I was just so… Scared. Angry. Unhappy. I was unhappy. They had noticed this. And they gave me something to try and make me happy. It was a doll. A twine doll. At first it sort of scared me. The thing looked at me with it’s deep black eyes… I slowly started to enjoy it’s company, though. It started to become my closest friend. I played with him when I got bored and tired. Which was a lot, since my mother continued to stay out so late and leave so early…. I barely saw her, and that made me sad.
When I turned twelve, I had grown so close to my doll. I didn’t notice at first when he started talking to me. I mean Wei. Through my doll. No, it wasn’t my doll at that point. The doll was my brother. I was ecstatic when he reached out to me again! Wei and I spoke every day, almost every minute. It was just like old times when he would play with me, and we would laugh, and enjoy each others’ company… I had missed my brother so much. I was so happy…. Then I told my mother.
My mother was almost furious. Why? I don’t know. Wei doesn’t either. We figured she’d be happy my big brother, her son, had come back for us. No, instead, she tried to convince me he wasn’t real. But he was. He is! I swear he is! I even tried showing her! Wei wouldn’t play along, though. Later, when I asked him why, he simply said he couldn’t. That didn’t make me very happy. But I wasn’t angry with my brother. More my mother. Wei was even feeding that anger. He knew she was wrong. I knew she was wrong…. But why couldn’t we prove it?
Wei had soon come up with an idea. He said she would be able to see her if she was detached from her body, just like he was… All I had to do was make her body uninhabitable. There was really only one way to do that. After getting up the nerve, Wei and I snuck into her bedroom at the middle of the night. I slit her throat after making sure that would do the trick.
It didn’t do anything. I waited a day. Still no mother. That upset me. Was she hiding from us? What was the point of that? She wasn’t coming back… Wei had confirmed it just before some people came and discovered her body where Wei had told me to put it. That wasn’t a very good hiding place, Wei!
I was taken in for questioning. I told the honest truth! My brother did tell me to kill her, after all. They didn’t seem to believe me at first. So, then, I introduced them to Wei. He wouldn’t talk again, the buttface, but they eventually did believe me! They left, and brought in some more people. They told me I was going somewhere safe. Somewhere where I couldn’t be bothered by other people, or worried about certain things.
They lied. They brought me to what seemed to be full of crazy people. There were bright lights, it was all white… Sort of reminded me of hell. Wei was there. He seemed to be my only anchor. I was happy they didn’t take him from me. Because, well, I was terrified. People stared at me, they spoke gibberish, and the lights hurt my eyes… But I seemed to be able to deal with it for three years. They diagnosed me with a form of Schizophrenia and intense mood swings. They said I got so overtly violent I repressed the memories of when I was changed. I like to say it's when Wei takes over- Because that's what he says. He says they're liars and want me to believe them so they can get rid of him. They tried giving me pills, too. Some tasted like honey... But I wasn't allowed to take them.
Wei had eventually moved to calling me bad names in order to entertain himself. I asked him not to. I told him not to. I blacked out every now and then, too, and I continued hearing the stories of me being somewhere when I was asleep. Wei wouldn’t let me sleep half the time either. I’d once thrown him at the wall to try and shut him up. All he told me was that I was stupid for trying that. And that I was going to wake up my friends in the self-proclaimed “haven” these men has put me in. Of course, I didn’t want to do that, so during those nights, I’d hum a little song, and I’d try and fall asleep. To no avail. Luckily he let me sleep every now and then. I wasn’t angry, of course. He was just bored, after all...
My routine of therapy sessions and sleepless nights was interrupted one day when I was told by my friend that came in the morning had told me that I was going somewhere. At first I was afraid. I had grown accustomed to the daily routine; I learned to love it. What was this new thing going to be like? Were they going to just let me out? Was someone going to take Wei away from me?! I had voiced my concerns to my friend. He simply said I was going to a new group. That I’d be fine, and nothing was really going to change.
I had calmed down at that point. I went along with my normal daily schedule until they took me around midday. They took me out, to a little satomobile- Initially, I protested- Those things are the machines of Vaatu, I tell you! Eventually, they managed to get me in. I was crying and whining the whole time to the tran. Once I got there, though, as my favorite person, who was my closest friend besides Wei had said goodbye, I entered the tran with a wet face.
The Tran took me to republic City- All I could think as I was exiting was how beautiful it was... But unfortunately, it was a short walk to the medical center. I spent the next few months there, wondering what they would do. Around the seventh week, a man came in, explaining that they'd be trying a new experiment. They sedated me- Restricted me to prevent Wei from coming.... And they took him.
They wouldn't allow him back into my possession, which is stupid because he's mine. I cried for days, screamed, hurt people... I refused to eat. I wanted to die. I had almost tried a few times. Stealing scalpels and using them on my skin, to sort of... Get ready for the final strike. I could never do it before they found me and pulled me back to my room, kicking and screaming.
I had learned from Wei. Don't be scared. I learned from my brother... That I couldn't be scared. I could still hear him! He never came out to play anymore. Not unless it was really dark and I could hear the other patients screaming. I got so scared, that when the men came to give me the pills in the morning, and my food, which I still refused to eat, I got so scared that Wei would tell me to lash out... To hurt them. Sometimes I'd black out from anger or fear. Sometimes I feel like that's Wei, coming out to protect me.
After a while, I learned that they weren't going to hurt me. I convinced Wei that if he could let go for a while, we could leave. See more of the beautiful city. I think he agreed because after that, he didn't come out. Eventually I stopped trying to kill myself by eating too many pills, or stealing scalpels.... And I started eating again. But only because I wanted to get out.
Finally, I did get out. '"Finally I could take a deep breath and not smell blood and fear.... I was free.. I am free.
The user sends a burst of air out in the shape of a ball in front of them which can be used offensively or defensively.
The user creates a funnel of air in front of them that redirects attacks around them.
The user sends a sharp jet of air out in the shape of a crescent which can be used to cut things.
The user is naturally more agile than a normal human.
The user can glide across the air for a short period of time; this can be sustained for a medium amount of time by using a glider.
(Note: Once a power is chosen, it cannot be changed.)
Basic Power 2. Not yet achieved (Achieved after 2 weeks)