Song

[Song]

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name: Song
gender: Female
age: Nineteen
element: Non Bender
animal companion: Sparrowkeet named Shang.

::looking pretty good[/font]

hair color: Dark hair almost black.
eye color: Dark almost violet.
skin color: On her left side it's very pallid but on her right side it's horribly burned.
overall appearance: If someone were to look at Song from her left side they would see a beautiful girl. She's a very small petite thing reaching only around five feet with long dark hair. She has a small nose, full pink lips, and dark doe like eyes. She's a pale creature as she often keeps herself inside and away from the world because of her right side. On her right side she's horribly scarred. Burn scars are on almost the entire right side and she hides them beneath her clothes and her hair.

She tends to wear long sleeves and long skirts so she can hide her body. One of her favorite colors are white and she tends to wear that color along with green. She almost always wears dresses and plain looking clothes so she won't attract too much attention.

That's her.

::what I'm thinking[/font]

likes: Singing, dancing, instruments, planting, birds, Shang, her father, animals in general, equal rights, when people don't stare, and having her hair brushed.
dislikes: Agni Kai Triad, gangs in general, drinking, gambling, people staring, weeds, wilted flowers, fire benders, fire, the police, and her father sometimes.
sexuality: Straight but she's very shy.
overall personality:
She's very shy.

While anybody would just leave it at that there’s many layers to Miss Song and while she may be a tough nut to crack as soon as someone worms their way into her heart she’ll slowly but surely start to open up to them and feel comfortable. Around anyone new, Song totally and completely shuts down. While shyness is one thing, Song takes it to a totally different level of her own. Whenever she meets someone new she’ll hide behind her hair and quietly scuff her feet on the ground as she hopes that they’ll be the first to break the ice or perhaps see someone who’s more interesting and leave her alone. She’s a very quiet and introspective creature.

Quiet would be another word to describe Song as well. She’s a very timid girl and her sweet little voice can easily be washed out by other folk’s opinions and thoughts. She is doing her best to be heard though but when put into the spotlight she tends to stutter and cover up her face out of fear and embarrassment.

She is very polite. She can be unbelievably sweet to her friends. As a little girl she was taught to be a good person when she grew up and believes in manners. If Song is anything, rude isn't one of those things. She knows people look at her and that they stare and some of them point. So she does her best to be understanding.

While she could easily be written off as a perfect little lady she has her faults as well. She snaps just like anyone who is driven to it and doesn't handle pressure very well. She's a doormat and will refuse to not help if given the option even if she's doing something important. Then of course there's her darker side which she'd rather not talk about. She can erupt when pushed to the limit and can be mean as well. There is also the fact that she’s an Equalist but she has her reasons.

She is filled with pain and hate. A lot of times those feelings tend to override her normal traits and she will be angry at times. She can be angry and she will lash out. She knows people stare at her because of her scars and she would rather just have people ignore her and go about their lives. She doesn’t want to be pitied or felt sorry for. She just wants to be heard and not have people stare.

::a past to remember[/font]

“She’s your problem now, Chang.”

Chang wasn’t a domestic sort of person. He was a failed musician. Not because he was a bad musician but because he couldn’t get work as one. He was a compulsive gambler, in between jobs, and often getting his hands dirty in situations he should have known to stay out of. So when his ex-girlfriend, Mei showed up after a year of being broken up with him with a baby she shoved into his arms he was shocked. He was by no means father of the year—he was sure he had other little ones running around the city but the mother’s tended to keep to themselves as they didn’t want a low life like him influencing the children. Chang looked down at the little girl he was handed. She was pale—like alabaster with dark hair and when she opened her eyes they were dark too. She was beautiful. For the first time in Chang’s life he was in love. Mei started to walk away—Chang looked up and called after his old lady, “Hey! What’s her name?”

Mei dropped a bag she had on her shoulder filled with bottles and clothes. Mei looked back at him with her dark eyes and she shrugged. Mei didn’t care. She was just a party girl and a kid would do nothing but slow her down. At least Chang had a bit of a heart and it was bigger than hers so dropping the little girl off with her father seemed liked a good idea. “My ma sang her the Secret Tunnel song before she went to sleep. If she won’t sleep sing it she’ll be out.” Mei reached into her purse and lit a cigarette before closing the door behind her.

Chang made no move to stop her. Instead he looked down at the little girl. “So, ya like music? I like it too.”

For the first week, Chang had to go to his neighbor’s Mrs. Hawagawa to learn how to take care of a baby. Chang’s folks had been dead for some time and even if they were alive they wouldn’t have wanted to help a failure in life like him. Mrs. Hawagawa smiled—she was a widow and her children and grandchildren had moved out of the house a long time ago. However, she could still remember how to change a diaper and make a bottle. For the first month, Chang didn’t know what to call the little girl. For a day or so he called her “Note” then another day “Lute” but he finally decided on the name of Song. He liked music and she liked it too. She smiled when he played his lute and sang to her.


Song was a quiet girl. She had been a quiet baby hardly cried and she grew into a quiet girl. It was mainly so people wouldn’t notice her. Her father did his best and he doted on her endlessly but love could only get so much. A lot of nights the two would go to bed hungry unless Mrs. Hawagawa brought something over. Most of the time, Song just went without and she was all right so long as her father was okay.

He instilled in her a great love of music. He taught her all he could—she learned how to play the lute, flute, and Mrs. Hawagawa taught her how to play the Tsungi horn. She found she had a great gift for singing as well and would often panhandle on the street offering a song for money to make some yuans.

She was a beautiful little girl and anyone who lived near her would try to give her some money so long as she kept her hands on it. Her father was a good man but had some trouble holding onto money. He would gamble endlessly and when he gambled he drank. When he drank he tended to buy useless things.

Dresses for her that were always the wrong size, dolls, plates, lucky fortune statues, vases, statues of Avatar Aang, toys, seeds, and little knick knacks. However, Song was happy when he would bring home one “useless” thing in particular. That happened to be plants. She loved plants and she would put them in the window of her home and on her porch and take care of them.

Flowers were her great joy in life. Song loved her flowers and her bamboo. She took care of them and feed the small animals that wandered around in the slums so they’d stay outside. Flowers weren’t the only thing that Song took care of. As she got older she grew up quickly and took on odd jobs to help make some money to buy food and things she and her father needed. Her father would work but spend his paychecks on all his useless things and gambling. Sometimes he’d double or triple his paycheck but most of the time he came home with nothing.

She supposed that’s why he ran into trouble. She didn’t know until alter but he ran out of money gambling when a shark from the Agni Kai gave him some money to win. Chang knew he could double it but when he lost he had to pay it back. He took on as many jobs as he could and didn’t tell Song. He didn’t want to worry her.

He was away when they came.

Song was at home tending to her plants. When she saw men coming to her house she quickly ran inside and locked the door. She heard them knocking and pass the window as she curled up against the door and waited for them to leave. It wasn’t the first time people had come to her home looking for money but she had nothing to give them. They called for her father but she kept quiet.

“It doesn’t look like anyone’s home, Boss how should we handle this?”

“Why won’t we leave them a message?”

She heard something. Song peered from the keyhole but she couldn’t see anything. She heard them move behind the house and more on her porch with her flowers. Song stayed perfectly still. The window crashed and a fireball flew into the living room. Song sprung to her feet and to the door—tried to unlock it but it wouldn’t move. Song pounded on it, “Help! Help! I’m inside! Please! I’m inside!”

She heard laughing. They knew she was inside and they didn’t care. They laughed. Her eyes widened and she pounded on the door. “Let me out! Please!” More fireballs flew in from the ceiling and she dodged them. Song moved towards the wall. Her thin eyebrows knit towards each other. She curled down. She was going to die. She was going to die. The smoke curled towards her and she coughed. She couldn’t breathe and then unbearable heat. Her skin was singing she cried to slap it and keep away but she couldn’t get it off. She was about to move when another ball of fire headed straight towards her. The pain. She couldn’t feel anything. She could hear screaming but she didn’t know if it was her. She collapsed to the ground—unable to breathe. The last thing she saw was water.

One of her neighbors tried to douse the house when they saw what happened. They were afraid to go out with the Agni Kai there but when they heard the screaming they stepped forward. Chang came home hours later with all of his money to pay up but saw a singed house and found out his daughter was in the hospital.

It could have been worse, the doctors told her. Healing was a slow and painful process. Using her burned side was difficult she had been dominant on her right side and she had to teach herself how to walk and use her hands once more. Seeing herself in the mirror was the hardest part. For the longest time when she saw her reflection she’d cry. She didn’t know who the girl looking back at her was but she was ugly and scarred.

Her father cried constantly and started to drink. One day he visited her with a present, a cage with a bird inside. He said his name was Shang and that he would keep her company. Sometimes she'd hum and Shang would join her song. Shang is one of her only friends.

Everyone stared. They would try not to but they would stare before looking away. She stayed inside for months almost a year as she hid herself from the world. She couldn’t handle the staring. She had been shy before but now she truly had a reason to be. However, she had to move on. Song got a job at a flower shop tending and caring for them. Making arrangements and staying away from people. She tended to keep to the back and make sure that people saw her left side before they saw her right one.

One day, she heard a call. Specifically, a call from Amon. She snuck out one night and went to a rally. It was small roughly a hundred or so people were there all of which she assumed couldn't bend either or had been hurt. The message from the man in the mask had spoke to her. For the longest time, Song had asked why. But she had the answer, Benders. It was Fire Benders really. She hardly had anything against other benders unless they were a part of a gang but it was true. Benders. If the men that came to her house had been normal things might have been different.

Amon’s message resonated with her.

Song became an Equalist that night. Or at least a supporter, she knew she should learn how to chi-block but quite frankly she was too afraid to be in a classroom with others who would stare even if they understood. Those lessons would have to come at a different time. Until then, Song would support Amon and the others quietly sticking to the shadows and watching the Revolution unfold.