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mysteriouslee · 2 months

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The Avatars and silly little tickle headcanons.

first off, the rankings from most ticklish to least ticklish.

Aang

Wan

Korra

Kyoshi

Yang Chen

Roku and Kuruk

Jetsun used to tickle little Yang Chen all the time. Especially if Chen was being cheeky or just for the point if being silly.

I'd like to think Kuruk would giggle when being tickled, Ummi tickled him just hear it cuz she thought it was cute.

Korrasami got into plenty of tickle fights in the spirit world vacation, many of which Korra lost.

Kavik had only managed to get Yang Chen very few times, and his head almost got blown off mutiple times. (She got him back tenfold, rip Kavik :P)

Rangi is an evil ler, rip Kyoshi :P. Kyoshi's laughter is really snorty when being tickled. (Rangi thinks its adorable)

Wan acts all big so the other avatars jump him in the spirit world but jokes on them, he knows all their weak spots since he's the first avatar. He sees and knows and he will get you if you come after him.

Katara once dragged a finger up Aang's spine and he screeched so loud, birds flew away.

When lee:

Aang's laugh is and was full of squeals, even as an adult. Full on fights you, its a reflex and he doesnt mean it tho.He harbours no shame about being tickles and outwardly admit to liking it and will ask for it. Katara is mostly gentke with him unless he was being cheeky or annoying, she will have him in tears.Toph likes to use soft and light tickles to drive her oppenent insane, Aang being her biggest victim.Worst spot: mid-lower back, especially the sides of the back and near the point that connects your sides to your back.

Yang Chen's go from soft quiet giggles to full on hearty belly laugh, and sometimes she loses control of her airbending through her voice and it shakes the room. If you get her weak spot, her airbending powered scream comes out by accident. If you get her good, she'll go limp but otherwise, prepare to be wrestled. If you tease her, she'll shout at you to shut up. Worst spot: Everywhere below the waist, from hips to toe tips, my girl will just die.

Korra gets into a cuddlly mood after being tickled, especially when its with Asami. She will put up a fight when it matters but other wise she'll just squirm or go limp. It matters when Mako and Bolin try to ambush her or if its a tickle fight. Korra is only rough with Asami gives the ok and when they do, they shake the bed with their tickle fights. (I know what you were you were thinking you naughty wackus bonkus). Naga accidentally tickles Korra all the time. If you roughly tickle her, her laughter will be a loud belly laugh you can hear from miles away but with soft tickles, her laughter turns into hiccupy giggles that Asami loves. Asami loves to tease Korra and Korra blushes hard at that.You cannot tell me the airbender kids havent jumped Korra before and she sometimes lets them win.Worst spots: Tummy, Thighs and Under her knees.

Roku's laughter when tickled is loud cackling or goofy giggle, he will do all in his power to crawl out of your grasp, unless its Ta Min, he lets her get him. Sozin used to get him and wreck him til tears all the time when they were kids. When Fang was smaller, she woukr nuzzle his head into Roku's tum, making Roku laugh. Blushes easily and cannot take teasing. Worst spot: Chest, Hips and Ears.

Wan will straight up scream at you then dissolves into cackles and wheezing.Cocky Lee but crumbles so quick. He's pretty fast tho so its almost harder to catch him than Yang Chen.Worst spot: Ankles and Feet.

Kuruk may be a big burly guy but his laughter when being tickled is soft and giggly first. After time it turns to guffaws, not as loud as Korra tho. Worst spot: Back, Ribs and Knees

Kyoshi secretly also likes being tickled but she'll never admit it on her life. Rangi figured it out quick tho. Loud giggles and snorts. Rangi used it a lot against Kyoshi when they spar or when Rangi was trying to get Kyoshi to take care of herself. Kyoshi has freckles almost everywhere and Rangi loves to kiss and raspberry them. Worst spot: Ribs, Neck, Upper Back and Tummy.

When ler:

Aang is a goofy ler, gentle with all (except with Sokka, Sokka isnt gentle with him either). Laughs with his victim and coos at them, only with Katara will he baby talk.

Wan is quick, swift and evil. Menacingly good at being a ler. His fingers are quick and nimble and is accurately good at finding weak spots that havent been revealed to him. He will get you before you even know what just happened, quick to attack, quick to escape. Knows when someone cant handle rough attacks and will be gentle on that occasion, otherwise, prepare to be on the floor in tears and begging for mercy, a certain avatar learned it the hard way (comment to post on who you think said avatar is).

Korra is almost as goofy a ler as Aang. Loves to tease and baby talk. Cocky like Wan, especially when she's winning a tickle fight.Might be soft with the airbender kids, gets into silly tickle fights with them all the time.

Kyoshi is a gentle ler to Rangi and Rangi only, everyone else suffers her wrath. Teasy asshole.

If she's getting revenge, you cannot escape Yang chen, no matter how far you run, Kavik knows from experience. Soft and light to drive her victim to insanity, Kavik knows from expereince.Whispers, teases into Kavik's ear. However if its just for fun, she is for most part not vicious, however if you are a certain waterbender from Bin-Er named Kavik, she will tickle you to see your smile.

Roku and Sozin got into rough tickle fights all the time when they were little and they tied a lot. Roku is very gentle when it comes to Ta Min.

Kuruk is just as a goofy ler as Aang, and is extremely competetive in tickle fights.

And now: A little treat for the Szeto and Gun fans (idk shit about Salai sorry :[ )

I just have an idea of young Szeto, as a junior officer being tickled by his comrades after a long mission. Also methinks he would be a bratty lee. For the most part, I cant see him involving himself in being tickled, twas a bit of a sourpuss majority of the time.

Gun was pretty hard to tickle, only Mesose has gotten close enough to tickle him and Mesose got it back tenfold. Gun didn't like being tickled after Mesose died tho :[

Please forgive me if anything I've said is inaccurate and do correct me in the comments

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greenmoons · 8 months

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So one of the things I wanted most from the books about Kyoshi and Yangchen is finding new information about the former avatars. The problem is that we didn't really got new information about any avatars besides Szeto. We did got the names of two new avatars, Salai and Gun, but with Salai we don't know anything besides this name. I thought we would find more information about her in the books of Yangchen but they didn't mention again. We doesn't even know if Salai is a boy or girl.

So it's really bothered me so I decided to at least have some direction about Salai. I know many fans think he was the ground avatar before Szeto but I don't think it's make sense. One it's mostly a female name and I know you can give a female name to a boy as well but I do think Salai is a girl and not a boy. Secondly, the name is a hindi origin and the nation with hindi names are the air nomads, so I think because of the name origin Salai is most likely an air nomad avatar. Of course it's just my opintion and besides a name I don't have any information to base on but that's what I think.

#avatar #avatar the last airbender #avatar the legend of korra #avatar chronicles #rise of kyoshi #kyoshi novels #kyoshi #yangchen #the legacy of yangchen #aang #avatar korra #avatar aang #korra #avatar kyoshi #avatar yangchen #avatar szeto #szeto #salai

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atla-suki · 10 months

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new pic of all the avatars from the upcoming book ATLA: Heart of a Hero

via airspeedprime but i cropped him out the pic lmao

anyways new look at avatars szeto, salai(?) and whoever this WT avatar is👁️

ALSO look how cute the gaang trio is on the cover🥲

#atla #aang #katara #sokka #kyoshi #roku #kuruk #yangchen #szeto #salai #(?)#thoughts?#this new art is so cute #atla: heart of a hero #recent art of sokka tag #SOKKA AND KATARA AND KURUK NOT WHITEWASHED AGAIN #YIPPEE

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zeno-zero · 2 months

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Avatar Rankings !!

(Based on how much I love them,,)

1. Roku and Kuruk (Tie)

2. Korra and Aang (Tie)

3. Kyoshi

4. Yangchen and Wan (Tie)

5. Szeto

I would add Gun and Salai but I know nothing much about them ,,

I wish I could read Yangchen and Kyoshis' books ,, I'm saving up to get my grabby hands on that Roku's book. (Maybe I'll even love them a little more that they're all on either 2nd or 3rd place but for now, this is their spot)

While I do mostly rely on Wiki, my memory gets all wacky that I have to summarize it and put it in my notes.

Anyways, I do like all of them. It is just the fact that I gush over Roku and Kuruk so much that they share a room in my brain ,, (They always make me smile)

I would elaborate why, and why but I feared the internet and their heavily mischaractization of each Avatars so I won't elaborate ,,

#roku #kuruk #korra #aang #kyoshi #yangchen #wan #szeto #atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #the legend of korra #tlok

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avatar-news · 2 years

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An eleven-year-old Avatar Yangchen meets a new past Avatar and travels to the Spirit World for the first time in the first official preview from Chronicles of the Avatar: The Dawn of Yangchen

With the highly anticipated first Avatar Yangchen novel by The Rise and Shadow of Kyoshi author F. C. Yee due to hit shelves in under two months, we have our first official preview from the prologue: Voices of the Past; and Chapter One: The First Step, courtesy of Gizmodo!

In it, a young Yangchen is an uncontrolled conduit reliving past Avatars’ experiences both good and bad, including a new named past life: Avatar Gun, whose tragic memories of a haunting failure send her into a feverish state.

You’ll learn more about Avatar Gun in the preview, but with them we now know of ten named Avatars:

Wan (fire) ...

Gun (unknown element) ...

Salai (unknown element) ...

Szeto (fire)

Yangchen (air)

Kuruk (water)

Kyoshi (earth)

Roku (fire)

Aang (air)

Korra (water)

Man, this franchise is so cool. Note that we don’t actually know the order Gun and Salai are in.

We also learn the names of five past Avatars’ team members: Jetsun (Yangchen's older sister, featured in the preview and the POV of the prologue!), Mesose (Gun's companion), Angilirq, Praew, and Yotogawa, as well as the name of the Earth King who died about ~300 years before Yangchen’s time (so about ~850 years before ATLA and about ~920 years before TLOK, wow!): Earth King Zhoulai.

With all that lore setting the tone, we then follow Yangchen’s first journey into the Spirit World at age 11, at a stone circle above the Western Air Temple similar to the one at the Eastern Air Temple where Yangchen’s future life, Korra, enters the Spirit World for the first time centuries later!

Without further ado, you can read the full preview here:

Voices of the Past

Jetsun paced down the hallway, trying to stay ahead of the screams.

The high ceilings of the Western Air Temple tended to make echoes of whispers and explosions of dropped teacups. Though the girl was back in the infirmary being watched by the elders, her cries of pain sprang from every surface, bouncing off the hard stone.

Jetsun couldn’t take it anymore and broke into a full run. Ignoring decorum, she sped past her sisters, ruffling robes, upsetting inkpots, prematurely ruining colorful sand paintings that were meant to be ruined only once they were finished. No one scolded her or gave her sharp looks in passing. They understood.

When she ran out of floor she jumped. The upside-down construction of the temple meant that despite its overall size, there was very little space to stand on, nothing connecting the spires but thin air and a three-thousand-foot drop. She didn’t have her glider. Eminently dangerous, but she could make the leap without it.

Air at her back and air against her robes gave her enough loft to land on the next tower, the one containing the Great Library. Tsering, chief caretaker of the books, waited in front of the tall shelves. The older woman’s kind eyes were edged with worry. “I saw you coming. Is it happening again?”

Jetsun nodded. “Mesose,” she said.

Tsering blew out a breath, a silent whistle of frustration. “That could be Mesose, famous scholar of the Ru Ming era. There’s a Mesose village in Hu Xin; it might have been named after a founder. Or it could just be someone called Mesose, in which case we’re stuck.”

Avatars tended to run in exalted circles. Or they elevated the people around them to fame. “It has to be the first one,” Jetsun said.

Another wail turned both their heads. The child was suffering. “Help me and it’ll go faster,” Tsering said. “Northwest corner, start with the poetry shelves, Ru with the three drops of water radical.”

They split up to search different sections of the ancient vault. Jetsun ran her eyes over labels and titles as fast as she could. Not every book fit on a shelf. Many of the tomes kept at the Western Temple were so old they were written on bamboo slips instead of paper. She passed rolled bales of text wider around than some of the pillars connecting the ceilings to the floors.

Five minutes later she emerged from the library’s depths, clutching a treatise on she didn’t know exactly what. What mattered was the author’s name.

Tsering met her by the door. “I couldn’t find any leads. You’re holding our best shot.”

“Thank you.” Jetsun sprinted back in the direction she came, the book tucked under her arm.

“Use your glider next time!” Tsering yelled.

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Jetsun burst back into the infirmary. The huddle of elders parted to let her through. The girl’s thrashing had settled into dry, cavernous sobs. She pounded her fist on her pillow over and over, not the involuntary shaking of a fever but rather the deliberate motion born of a steady, all-consuming anguish that should have been beyond her eight years.

“We’ll leave you two alone,” Abbess Dagmola said. She and the rest of the nuns filed out. Too many people sometimes ruined the effect. Jetsun opened the book to a random page and began to read.

“ ‘The level of risk can be determined by elevation, nearness to the source of water, vulnerability to rapid flows, and potential economic damage,’ ” she said. Confused, she briefly turned the volume to look at the cover. A Discourse on Floodplain Management.

Why in the world do we have this book? Jetsun shook her head. It didn’t matter. “ ‘Understanding previous measures taken to mitigate the damage from flooding is essential, for they might compile danger instead of reducing it.’ ”

The girl took a shuddering gasp of air and relaxed. “Half a year and that’s as far as you’ve gotten?” she said, smiling at no one. “You have to stop taking on so many projects at once, Se-Se.”

It worked. Thank the spirits, it worked. Jetsun kept reading, plowing through the unfamiliar concepts mechanically. “ ‘On the subject of silt deposits . . .’ ”

The first time the child went through this, they had no clue as to what was happening. The healers did their best to cool her fever and keep her as comfortable as they could. As the incidents reoccurred, her babbling, incoherent at first, started to coalesce into sentences, names, slices of conversations. The words meant nothing to her caregivers until one day they heard her talking to His Majesty the Earth King Zhoulai. A man she’d never met, who’d died three centuries ago.

Thankfully, the abbess had thought to take notes. She’d written down every intelligible scrap, and in scouring her pages she pieced together a pattern. The names. Angilirq, Praew, Yotogawa. Names from every nation.

Names of past Avatar companions.

Not every phantom the child spoke to had made it into the annals of history, and some that had were never acknowledged as having close ties to an Avatar. Jetsun could only imagine the stories lost to time, filtering through the girl, merest fragments sticking in her throat.

And the conversations were pleasant, frequently enough. She would laugh with her friends in towns that had been renamed, provinces that no longer existed. Jetsun had watched her leap from her bed and bellow at the success of legendary winter hunts, sit on the floor and meditate with someone else’s inner peace.

But occasionally she would have waking nightmares. Bouts of sorrow and rage that threatened to tear her apart. She wouldn’t mutter names but scream them as if she’d been betrayed by the universe itself.

By accident, they discovered she could sometimes be calmed by figuring out the past figure she was talking to, when it was possible, and speaking back to her from that perspective. The deeper they could dive into the role the better, like parents reading a bedtime story, doing voices and parts. Familiarity was the best balm they had, and they acted their hearts out for her.

The girl nodded off by the time Jetsun reached a chapter on the proper construction of seawalls. Tsering entered the room. No glider, Jetsun noticed. She probably wanted to see if she could still make the jump too.

“How is she?” the librarian asked.

“Better,” Jetsun said. “Who was Mesose?”

“A companion of Avatar Gun,” Tsering said, coming over to the bedside. “Skilled poet and engineer, who died in Ha’an when Gun failed to hold back a tsunami.”

Jetsun found a sour taste rising in her mouth. “Failed?” Not the choice of words she would have used for someone, Avatar or not, bravely confronting a force of nature. Ha’an still stood today as a port when it sounded like it could have been wiped off the map along with everyone who’d lived there at the time.

“It’s what’s written. After Mesose drowned, Gun disappeared for quite a while before returning to duty.”

You were grieving. If the waters that Gun fought were the same ones that killed Mesose, then both the girl and the past life raging through her might have personally witnessed their friend take their last breath before plunging below the waves. They would have searched for a body in the wreckage.

And worst of all, Jetsun thought, they would have had to struggle with the terrible question of what if I’d done things differently? What if, what if, what if? Perhaps Gun was the one who’d demanded the label of failure.

It was simply unjust. To remember the events of a single life was painful enough. Reliving dozens of lives would be . . . well, it would be like getting caught by a tsunami. Swept away by forces beyond your control.

“She’s a smart kid,” Jetsun said. “If she keeps having these visions, she’ll figure out who she is long before she turns sixteen.”

Tsering sighed. She reached out and stroked the sleeping girl’s hair, now matted with sweat.

“Oh, little Yangchen,” she said. “What are we going to do with you?”

The First Step

At the age of eleven, Yangchen had known who she was for a while on an intellectual level, and treated her Avatarhood with a child’s seriousness at the behest of her elders. This is a very important secret, all right? Like Tsering’s custard recipe. Best not to talk about it until we figure a few more things out.

The involuntary bouts of vivid memories still occurred. The ease with which past Avatars slipped into Yangchen’s speech troubled the leaders of the Western Temple. She would eavesdrop on their discussions about her, air spouting herself under windowsills, hiding behind pillars.

“You know, we keep asking that question, what do we do with her?” she heard Jetsun say one day, sharper than she usually was with her elders. “The answer is, we’ll prevent her from hitting her head on the ground, and when the memories are over, we’ll carry on. That’s what she needs from us, so that’s what we’ll give her. Nothing more, nothing less.”

As if Yangchen needed another reason to worship her older sister. Jetsun wasn’t related to her by blood, or maybe she was in the manner of fourth or fifth cousins, but it definitely didn’t matter. The girl who cut up fruit in a stupid way but at least gave you the symmetrical pieces was your sister. The girl who showed you no mercy on the airball court and laughed in your face as she kept you scoreless was your sister. Jetsun was either the person who would listen to Yangchen cry with utmost patience, or the one who’d upset her in the first place.

So it made perfect sense that Jetsun would guide her through her first attempt at meditating into the Spirit World. A guide was an anchor as much as a pathfinder, a calling voice in the darkness. “Don’t have so many expectations,” Jetsun told a Yangchen buzzing with excitement. “Not everyone has the ability to cross between realms. You won’t be less or more of an Avatar, or an Air Nomad, or a person, if it doesn’t happen.”

“Pfft. If you did it, I can do it.” If you did it, I need to do it. To become more like you.

The older nun rolled her eyes and flicked Yangchen on the forehead where her arrow point would eventually be.

~~~

They went topside to the meadows above the cliffs of the Western Air Temple. There was no need to travel all the way to the Eastern Temple, the jumping-off point for many spiritual journeys, when they could try closer to home first. Besides, Jetsun scoffed, the extra sanctity of the Eastern Temple was more reputation and less proven truth.

In the grass was a meditation circle, a stone slab floor laid level in the earth. Five columns of rock jutted out around the circle, unevenly spaced. They looked like fingers and a thumb, the triple Air Nomad whorls at their tips the prints. Yangchen knew about this place but had always avoided it. “It feels like a giant is about to grab me.”

“Or let you go,” Jetsun said. “A hand either opens or closes. But it can’t do either of those twice in a row.”

Yangchen never knew how Jetsun managed to be so blunt and cryptic at the same time. The two of them sat in the giant’s palm, facing each other. They weren’t alone. Abbess Dagmola and Librarian Tsering had come along and relegated themselves to assistants, setting up incense, a windhorn. The abbess herself was going to ring the meditation bell. There was no hesitance by the two much older women in deferring to Jetsun as guide.

The session began. The smoldering incense was sharp and earthy, like tree resin. Yangchen could feel the overtones of the horn through her stone seat. She lost count of the bell strikes that both marked time and pointed out its meaninglessness.

She suddenly saw a bright glow through her closed eyes, as if she’d been laboring under clouds the whole time. When she opened them, the light was intense but not blinding. Colors were brighter, as if the elements themselves had been ground in a mortar and then repainted on the backing of the world. Red flowers in the meadow glowed like embers, green veins pulsed through canopying leaves the size of house roofs, and the sky was bluer than a cake of solid indigo dye.

Yangchen had performed a feat of Avatarhood. It had not happened to her involuntarily, it had not struck her down like thunder between her temples, it had not racked painfully through her limbs to damage the landscape. She’d done it. She’d done it.

Her victory. And best of all, her favorite person in the world was right there beside her to share the moment. “Huh,” Jetsun said, in one of her classic understatements. “First try.”

Yangchen wanted to laugh and leap a mile into the air. But she would maintain a cool head, just like her guide. “Maybe I only remembered how.”

“Humility isn’t more important than the truth. I think you pulled this off yourself.”

She thought her heart would burst. Over the hills of the Spirit World, a pod of great winged whales, translucent and jellylike, slowly floated through the sky. Nearby, a bouncing mushroom released a cloud of spores, which turned into twinkling fireflies.

She was struck by a question. “What do we do now?”

“That’s the beauty of it,” Jetsun said. “We don’t do anything. There is no use to the Spirit World, and therein lies the great lesson. Here, you don’t take. You don’t anticipate or plan; you don’t struggle. You don’t worry about value gained and lost. You just exist. Like a spirit.”

A pout of disappointment crossed Yangchen’s lips. “Do we have to exist in this one spot only? Can we at least explore?”

Jetsun grinned down at her. “Yes. Yes, we can.”

Yangchen took her sister’s hand and decided there was a chance she might like being the Avatar.

Adapted excerpt from the upcoming book Avatar, The Last Airbender: The Dawn of Yangchen (Chronicles of the Avatar Book 3) by F.C. Yee, published by Amulet Books, an imprint of Abrams; © 2022. Courtesy of Gizmodo.

#chronicles of the avatar #yangchen series #the dawn of yangchen #yangchen #jetsun #gun #excerpt

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angrenwen · 2 months

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#Avatar the Last Airbender

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circlique · 1 year

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#avatar #atla #lok #tlok #avatar legends #avatar studios

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paisholotus · 2 years

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𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐢𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞

Maya's pov

While I was walking with Guru Pathik, he told me about Aang's return. There's talk of two watertribe kids traveling with a bald Munk to be named the Avatar.

"Do you believe he's prepared, Pathik?" I asked him. He inhaled deeply while sitting in the lotus position "not yet, my dear. But he will soon." He said softly, his gaze fixed on the clouds.

I can't wait to see Aang; I know it'll be confusing, but It'll also be heartwarming to know he's not the only airbender. My past life Avatar Yangchen chose me when I was born.

Fire, Water, and Earth, like the other nations. We have been chosen by previous Avatar's to assist the current Avatar in bringing peace.

Yusha, Ahri, Yanna, and Cara, my friends were all chosen from previous Avatar's. Roku chose Yusha and Ahri, Avatar Imiq chose Yanna, and Avatar Salai chose Cara.

We are chosen seconds after birth to help and protect the next Avatar. We are given unbelievable power in order to protect the Avatar, which is why Spirit Animals are bestowed upon us. Spirit animals and animals that represent nations are different from spirit animals.

The air nomads have the flying bison, but the white Phoenix is their spirit animal. The water tribe has the polar dog, but the sea serpent is their spirit animal. The Fire Nation has the dragon, and their spirit animal is also a dragon but the dragons have powers given from the Avatar's to protect themselves. Same thing for the earth Kingdom, which is bager moles.

We were sworn off to secrecy as children by the fire nation. If an Avatar protector died, it would greatly upset the previous Avatar's, causing the Avatars to wreak havoc on the world, which would be disastrous.

As we grew older, we were forced into hiding by the FireLord, Yusha and Ahri got the short end of the stick, because they have to be guarded by palace soldiers 24/7, can't leave no matter the circumstance. The rest of us could choose where to go.

It's heartbreaking to watch people suffer and die from hunger and mistreatment while powerless to intervene. But the Avatar has returned and brought hope to us, so no longer will we sit and hide and watch as the world turns to dust.

"He'll, be ready. Patience is key." I told, Pathik confidently. He chuckled and nodded with hopeful eyes and a smile on his face. "Yes." He said, reaching beside him drinking out of a bowl. "Onion and banana juice?" He asked me, I scrunched my face up at the juice and pushed his bowl away. "No thanks, I'm ok." I laughed.

#black reader #black writers #black representation #poc reader #poc writer #avatar the last airbender #avatar aang #atla sokka #suki atla #atla iroh #atla #katara #zuko #toph atla #Avatar the last airbender x black reader #finding peace

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pazak-thion-brady · 2 years

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I just had my mind slightly blown. Somehow the character i intended to have the lowest voice in The Rise of Kyoshi The Musical only has the 3rd lowest.

I intended for Father Glowworm to have the lowest voice in the show, play into the monster being low and menacing, like Audrey 2 in little shop of horrors, but i managed to make the lowest character play into that in a different way.

The lowest voice in Kyoshi the musical is Wong at D2, He only gets that due to doing throat singing at multiple points in the show.

The character with the lowest traditional musical theatre style singing note is Lao Ge at an F2 which he slightly glances.

The next lowest is Avatar Salai at a G2, 1 tone above Lao Ge and then Father Glowworm is at a B2. The character i initially intended to be a low one is 4th.

I think to make up for it, we're going to try the 3 lowest actors play Father Glowworm to try get that unsettling vocal feel.

Also Kirima is the character with the highest voice at a C6

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starlit-aaravos · 2 years

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Avatar of the Wild Hunt.

SALAI

Aliases:

The Avatar

Ice Witch

Skadi

Animal Companion: White Lycan (Large wolf.)

The early days when spirits and benders were free, Salai was a water nomad following the subsequent death of Avatar Gun.

She lived in the outskirts of the Northern Water Tribe. Her parents were the tribe's pariahs, accused of murdering the tribe leader's daughter. Instead of the death penalty, the tribe's leaders were convinced (having no evidence to prove Sarai's parents were responsible) they and their decedents were cast into exile. Exiled from birth, Salai lived alone with her parents as both her only friends and family. While unknown in this century, Salai had speech disability leaving her mute for the first 10 years of her life. Through adulthood, she would struggle with this speech impediment, stuttering and occasionally having periods where she'd be mute.

Living as nomads cut off from their tribe, Salai and her parents lived off the harsh lands having to rely on each other to survive. at 12 years old, Salai's father was killed in a hunting accident. His boat having capsized while fishing. This left Salai to be the sole provider for herself and her sickly mother. The two were close. Salai learned healing, her mother having been the tribe's shaman for 30 years. Even with her healing, her mother's illness didn't wane.

Salai took her mother and searched the nations for answers and perhaps a cure. Yet every turn was a dead end.

First snowfall was forever a memento of tragedy to Salai. Having set up camp in the forests outside the Earth Nation she and her mother were ambushed by Earth Nation raiders. They outnumbered Salai and her mother, without having trained in self defense, both women were overpowered by the raiders. Salai was beaten within an inch of her life. She survived by playing dead, but, she could hear everything they did to her mother.

Rage burned in her heart, even after the raiders left. She wrapped her mother up to cover her and the two tried to survive the night.

Salai survived but her mother succumbed to the injuries, 15 year old Salai was alone.

For years after, she didn't speak. Silence became her. She sought the men who murdered her mother, determined to find the wretched souls who touched her and ripped her mother from the world.

Salai didn't know she was the avatar or how dangerous a dark heart can grow when its power was this great. She brought herself to the edge of the Fire Nation and the great Scarlet Seas that spewed magma and volcanic ash.

There she laid beneath the stars and prayed for the spirits to bring back her parents, or deliver her every beating heart that betrayed her family. Her grief and rage triggered the Avatar state, sending her into a trance and brought forth violent storms.

Hurricanes and a massive tsunami ravaged the nearby Fire Nation islands, sinking several into the bottom of the sea. With over 1000 Fire Nation people dead and 3000 injured, Salai awoke to devastation.

She was captured and taken to the heart of the Fire Nation where she stood trial for the destruction she caused. Sentenced to death, Salai was locked away and spent months starved, tortured, and awaiting her day where she'd be burned alive for her crimes.

The day came, ravens squawked in mockery of the death row inmates, among the line of thieves, murderers and rapists who'd burn for their defiance, the Avatar silently awaited to rejoin her family in the afterlife.

Flames engulfed them, she heard the screams yet found the fires merely surrounded her but didn't hard her. Among the witnesses, Salai saw him, a tall hooded figure moving his fingers as if puppeteering the flames. She took this opportunity and with the figure's help, made her escape.

She fled, using nearby water wells to fend off the guards as much as she could with her lack of skills.

Aaravos followed her and eventually appeared to her, towering over her with his height and prowess. The deal was simple, he'd give her the men who wronged her family if she would help him and the spirit world as the great Avatar she was meant to become.

Without question, Salai's heart resolved to seek retribution. She joined Aaravos as his disciple and would spend the next 20 years learning from him.

Fire, Water, Earth and Air, became second nature for her to manipulate as she dedicated every day for those 20 years studying with him.

Now a grown woman, Salai looked up to Aaravos as a mentor and loyal friend-- her first in a lifetime. Still, even in those years speech was something she struggled with. Aaravos remedied that problem through telepathic communication from day 1. But to the outside world, she never spoke.

With the mastery of the elements, Aaravos' plans were coming together, his sights were set on teaching her a greater power, primal magics. In his eyes, he wasn't going to just make the Avatar, he was going to create something greater in his image-- a conduit for the Nexus and the great magiks it held. For all time, the realm of Xadia and the spirits lived divided. While they were a free nation, Aaravos saw a chance to unify Xadia with the other nations under the control of the Avatar-- and him by proxy. This would give the spirits a chance to walk freely between realms.

Salai saw his vision. No barriers, people and spirits could live as one world, safe and protected by her and Aaravos. The lands would still have their own government and freedoms, but, they operated under a base set of rules set out by her-- the Avatar and Aaravos the spirit. It would settle much of the worldly conflicts that divided nations and caused civil wars to break out among tribes and worlds.

The arcane magics became the greatest challenge she had to master. Dark magic being the hardest of them to master.

A pacifist to most, the idea of taking an innocent life sickened her. However, Aaravos found a fitting alternative. Using dark magic's power to exact justice.

Aaravos whispered these ideas and how perfectly fitting it would be. An eye for an eye and a claw for a claw. She too saw the chance to right wrongs for those who'd been victimized by the wretched. Dark magic became a fitting end to the lowly. Using their lifeforce to fuel her magic. One by one, criminals who walked free became victims to Aaravos' grand design.

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One night, she was out hunting and tracked down a woman who'd been accused of beating her children. Determined to get justice for a sickly act, Salai had the woman in her grasp ready to kill her when her husband came out and found them. In a twist of fate, or perhaps Aaravos' promise she found one of the men who raided her camp years back. Salai released the woman, but the rage and trauma from those 20 years ago flooded back in a fury of bloodshed. Overkill. The man wasn't recognizable and Salai was covered in the man's blood. Hearing the wife screaming and bleeding with her to stop, Salai spoke her first words since her mother died.

"He killed Mammy. I kill him." Still, the sight wasn't without conflict. Salai now faced her deepest thoughts. Had she become an animal and a ghost of herself in the years spent hunting her attackers? Had she laid down with the devils and monsters of the spirit world and been doing their wicked tidings?

From that night on, Salai (the Avatar) was named the Ice Witch or Skadi by others. She became something of a ghost story across the realms. A woman who bleeds bad men like hogs and uses their blood for evil magic.

She fled, leaving Aaravos and what she believed she knew and once again became a nomad adrift between the spirit realm and the living. She spent years in Xadia near a great nexus of power. There she lived in the deep forests on the edge of the Moon Shadow realm. Where she tried to connect with the spirits and seek guidance for herself and her ultimate purpose. There she remembered the actions that lead Aaravos to finding her; the tsunami and hurricanes she created and the lives she'd taken. It all became a vivid map in her mind. An avatar between spirits and man, she was fated to bridge the balance between them. Determined to make up for the lives she'd taken, Salai took a deathly risk and tried to turn back time to stop herself from killing the people she had.

Instead of turning time back, Salai ended up in a future. A distant future where the world they'd called home for millions of years now was dying. Ash and snow blanketed the world and there she stood with the last Avatar.

For five years, Salai walked with her, an avatar of the Fire Nation and hailed to the world as the Phoenix King; the last hope. There, the last avatar taught what it meant to be the living conduit of life, death, and the forces of nature and nexus. Salai was shaken to her core, fearing for the first time she'd committed the greatest taboo-- to kill innocents-- thus unfit to be an avatar. Recalling the tsunami, she confided in her her fears and renounced herself as the Avatar in favor of a title befitting to "the killer she is." There she embraced her name as the Skadi the God of Winters.

Having seen herself go down this path before, the avatar promised Salai safe haven in the inner walls of the Fire Nation; the last city able to withstand the raging destruction of the planet. Should she kill again though retribution would be exacted.

Salai stayed with she heeding her warning and vowing not to kill. However some saw Salai's presence with her a threat.

In the finals years spent at world's end, the avatar became sick and not even the greatest healers on the planet or the spirit world could heal her.

The Fire Lord blamed the Avatar's illness on Salai, believing the Avatar of the ancients had brought a deadly virus through to this world. she tried to convince them otherwise.

Believing that she was meant to die with the planet, she tried to convince the people that her illness was the result of the dying planet and not Salai.

In a span of weeks, the last avatar died and with it the planet's time left quickly ran out. Salai watched the planet crumble around her in a horrendous blaze.

Her soul returned to her dormant body, now having seen her final days at the end of time.

Aaravos wasn't far, having followed her in secret. Eventually he revealed himself to her again. Offering up his servitude, playing the role of a misguided archmage who'd seen Salai's ways. Salai welcomed him back into her world. He loyally served her, acting as her loyalist friend and ally, however, all the while he could see her deeper fear that now was buried beneath a new strength and resolve.

In the later days of Salai's life, she acted as a mantle of judgement. being the mediator between victims and those who'd blame them. Criminals stood no ground against Salai, while she no longer killed them under the veil of black magic, she became their public executioner after sentencing was handed out. Salai became known as a bloodhound for justice and hunter against criminals. Before long, she was herald as the Avatar of the Hunt. Stopping at nothing to bring criminals to justice.

At the end of her life, Salai left for Xaida and made a home in the cold lands of the north. Aaravos, having remained at her side for 55 years waited for his opportune moment and in the later hours of her birthday, he drained the life force from her, leaving her to start a new cycle.

Aaravos however didn't expect to see the final Avatar. In draining her life force, Aaravos was thrown into a psionic trance. His Astral form now stood before the blazing white energy of the Avatar's essence, and there embodying that power, was the last avatar. There he saw what he believed to be the most powerful and beautiful avatar of all. The Avatar spoke, every incarnation that ever existed spoke to him a single warning:

"Should you seize this lands in your image, it will not just be the planet that is laid to ruin but all life that ever lived or would have lived."

Aaravos spent 30 days and 30 nights in the aftermath of the worst psionic attack he'd ever experienced-- the worst pain he'd ever endured, it nearly drove him mad and the lifeforce of the Avatar never fully left him, leaving him connected it's lifestream.

The threat of mass extinction didn't detour Aaravos's mission. Merely, knew then that he would have to plan better, and work harder to ensure the future the Avatar spoke of wouldn't come to pass.

He became transfixed on what he'd seen, the end of time itself the great uncomprehensive power of the Avatar, and the Avatar bathed in fire at the end of time. He wanted to see that power again, to touch it and embrace its warmth as his own.

Aaravos would see the last avatar again throughout his thousands of years watching the Avatars come and go from the shadows. The last Avatar became a ghost or an apparition his magic and lingering Avatar essence created in his subconscious fixation.

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