you're the kind of tragedy that causes others to roll their eyes. you're pathetic but that doesn't grant you any sympathy. it's self-inflicted. you are your own undoing; something you know better than anyone else. the complacency never appealed to you. falling into a senseless order that you're never meant to question or oppose seemed hopelessly dull to you.

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"water is far too kind for you. you have a spirit not even the wildest of waves could ever match. i hope one day you will overcome the turmoil inside of you," kanna, your grandmother, ruefully says to you when she's left to watch over you one day. you are a little over five years young but all faith for you has already been drained.

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it's apparent you carry animosity towards the mundane monotony of your life. the only aspect you truly enjoy is the glacial constructs and the chill of the air. those are the only pieces you call your home with pride. still, you perform the expected motions while feeling your willpower grow stagnant. you're waiting for something. you don't know exactly what, but it will shout at you when it wishes to be unveiled.

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the occasion is your sixteenth birthday. you have already assumed you know the subject of discussion when your father alerts you that a serious matter needs to be discussed. your mother has bullets of sweat dripping down your face and your younger siblings have purposefully been kept out of the hut. your rage licks at your insides when you see the betrothal necklace laid out on the table before your father. the outcome of the night is your banishment from the northern tribe for the attack that will result in a thin scar on your father's cheek.

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a permanent reminder that the storm within his firstborn will never be quelled.

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the world has now become your oyster and you're determined to discover your pearl. you shed the frost of your people, stepping into a hub of diversity and progressive thought. republic city: it's meant to serve as a beacon for aimless souls. like you. but the glisten and glimmer of the promise of the new world never deliver. the underbelly reveals itself and when it rolls back over to where it belongs, you have been swept up in all of its corruption.

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you learn that you prefer to sneak around the dark side of the city than purposefully thrust yourself into the light. there are no expectations or regulations in the filth of the city you have come to recognize as your home. the urchins and gang members that linger around take you for prey. what they don't realize is the you are a young bender who utilizes water as wildly as a destructive firebender. it isn't long before whispers concerning a 'street siren' begin to circulate around the city. steadily, you begin to build a reputation for yourself.

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at first, you are homeless and its a challenge to find enough food for a single meal. the core of your story is a tell of fulfillment. the grimy kind, but it's still a story of growth. you gain a following, mindless individuals who wish to crowd behind a shield of brute strength. your happy to appease their dreams as long as they offer you something in return. you see what's happening: you're gaining your own gang. they are mouths you'll have to worry about feeding but you know their knifes won't end up in your back.

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unhurried and assuredly, your crew continues to multiple and talk of the siren fills the mouths of many in the city. eventually, you slide into the position you have been clawing your way towards since your arrival. you become a triad leader, enthused as you take your spot upon your throne of chaos.

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