Post by Peng Biao Nuan on Jul 1, 2012 9:13:39 GMT -5
Peng Biao Nuan
name: Peng Biao Nuan. Just call him Peng please.
gender: Male
age: Nineteen
element: Earth -- though he's not very skilled at it. He knows the basics of the bending art...but that's about it
animal companion: Her name is Aya. While roaming along the streets of Ba Sing Sa, the stray Pygmy Puma took a rather keen interest in Peng. The boy tried shooing it off and getting it to leave him alone, but alas all attempts failed rather miserably. And so he gave up and took the feline in. Aya is an entirely jet black colored cat save for the white spots that lay over both of her golden eyes. The two of them have become rather close over the years with the loyal Aya growing very protective over her human. She would do anything to protect Peng and well...the feelings are mutual.
::looking pretty good[/font]
hair color: A muddy brown coloration with flicks of black in it that more often then not falls into his face
eye color: Greenish-Grey and very expressive
skin color: Right in the middle between pale and tan. He's really at neither end of this spectrum. He's average like that
overall appearance:
Peng is an average enough looking guy. There’s nothing overly spectacular about the way he looks. Nor is there anything that would make him stand out in a crowd. He stands at five foot ten inches tall with a scrawny and rather skinny looking build. There's not much to him. Oh he's muscular don't get me wrong...but its more lean and not as bulky. Of course life on the street has taken their toll. He has lost some weight over the years and his hair is longer then he'd like...but he doesn't complain much. His dark brown hair is a bit shaggy and messy and is often sticking out in various directions but he doesn't so much to it anymore. He has since given up trying to make it cooperate for him. And his greenish-grey eyes are often said to be his most defining feature. They sparkle with whatever he's feeling. Whether its mad, sad, or indignant...well that just depends on how he feels doesn't it?
::what I'm thinking[/font]
likes: the feel of the earth beneath his feet (a reason why you almost never see him in shoes); has an affinity towards animal; likes food (hey food is nice you know)
dislikes: Fire--he has a fear of fire and gets slightly jittery around fire benders; people who oppress others; power hungry people
sexuality: Straight.
overall personality:Peng is a young man of very few words. He's more of an observer then a talker. He only really talks when he wants to or is spoke to. The streets have left him very distrustful of people. He's always cautious and alert of his surroundings. He never lets his guard down. As such--he can a rather brunt at times. Saying what he thinks and without much of a brain-to-mouth filter. He gives that outward appearance of like he could care less about anyone but himself. That's he just looking out for him. But in actuality--that's not very true. He does care about other people. He does wants friends. He does want to be with people. But he's scared to. Very scared. He lost a lot of trust in people as a whole after the village got burned. And it will take a lot to gain that trust back. But until then...this is what you get.
::a past to remember[/font]
Peng was born almost two decades ago to a young family in a small village somewhere in the Earth Kingdom. It was in the middle of bloody nowhere. It wasn't even on any maps! But they usually survived and did well through their self sustained means. But now--the tiny little earth kingdom village was struggling to survive. The weather had been harsh and for the last couple of years--crops and animals just didn't make it. And the food shortages took their toll. There were a lot of sick people, people being murdered and crime just ran a muck as people went to extreme measures just to survive. But Peng's mother and father did their best to take care of their child. And they always promised him that everything would be okay. And that nothing would ever happen to him...
When Peng was just fifteen years old...something did happen. Something terrible. It was late in the evening. The villagers were getting ready for the night. Then a fire bending gang approached them. It was a small group of only six people....but they were not to be underestimated. They wanted food. They wanted money. They wanted valuables. Things that the village just didn't have. And so what did they do? They ruthlessly set the entire village on fire. And being a small village with so few people and resources, they stood no chance. The gang saw no value in this place and its people and so they decided to take the village out of the equation. It didn't matter that the village was on its last legs and that many wouldn't make it. No--they were thieves. They were a gang. They were looking out for number one...themselves. And only themselves. It was chaos as the people tried to get away...and the gang? They just left the village to handle it on their own knowing that they would fail. And fail they did. There were only six survivors out of of the almost thirty villagers.
The only reason Peng survived was he wasn't even in the village at that time. He was let's say a troublemaker when he was younger and ab it of a rebel. His parents always worried about him and were strict with what they let him do due to the circumstances. And yet he always found a way around it. He always like to go out in the middle of the night to swim in the nearby lake. His mom would always get onto him saying that he didn't know what creatures could be out there and that he could get hurt and yet he still kept doing it. That fateful night, he just happened to have snuck out and went swimming and was horrified by the scene that met him when he came back. People screaming, fire everywhere and the smell...let's not even go there. Panicking the young Earth-Bender did the only thing he knew to do. He ran. Ran as far and as fast as his two feet could carry him. And has been on his own every since.
That was almost four years ago. Peng still has vivid nightmares about that night and sometimes he could swear that he can still hear the blood curdling screams and cries for help. And is wracked with guilt over the fact he ran like a coward instead of trying to help. He had left his parents, his friends, his people to die (in his opinion anyways) and that haunts him to this day. So now he lives the life of a nomad...going from place to place...never staying in one place for long...stealing to survive and not knowing what the next day will bring for him...
