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| |BASICS| Name: Darts Renas Age: 33 Birthplace: Near Abbey, a bit south near the coast. Current Residence: (Where does your character live now?) Rank: Non-Bender Occupation: Works as a chef from time to time, also a decent artist. Element: Seafood Bending… I mean cook bending! Okay, I got nothing. Pets: Darts carries, usually coiled around his arm, a constrictor hawk. It’s body is mostly reptilian with two large wings about 1/2 of the way down its body. The wings allow it to glide and fly and the constrictor has the same properties as it’s real world counterpart. [More will be posted when I put it up for approval] Weapons: Generally carries about 10 different knives for different types of cooking. Carries traps as well and a bow and arrow. [Will be more detailed when I put it up for approval]
|OPTIONAL| Birthday: 07/07/689 Blood type: O+ Hobbies: Darts loves doing three things above all else. He is an avid cook, trying to make a cookbook with world class food from all over the world. He is also a fairly decent artist, which he incorporates into his other hobbies. He draws pictures of how to cut animals, where to cut them, etc… The other hobby he has is best described as hunting, though it is not necessarily the act of hunting. He has an innate desire to stare at animals and even people, and to watch how they move. To stare at how their joints bend and their muscles turn. This has been combined with his skill as an artist to make it possible for him to see and document many styles of bending, as well as when an animal is about to run.
Quirks: Darts is always smiling, even when no one is around. He always keeps a smile on his face and keeps anything else buried deep inside him. He has a habit of being handsy, running and pulling people around by their hands like a little kid would. He also tends to lose himself anytime he is cooking or drawing, the only time his smile fades. During these times, he genuinely has no emotion on his face except for being a bit serious.
Family: Darts has a pretty loving family. He has a father and mother, both moved from his small town to Abbey. This was mostly due to the better care his parents could get up there. His mother, Sarah Renas, is getting up in age, being somewhere around 65 by now. She was gentle and nice, even as her once a bright orange now turned to a dull silver. She has lines around her face from smiling so often, something she imparted onto Darts. Her eyes, still green as the deepest forest, speckled with gold, are never very far from Darts’ father and his dark blue eyes, a lake that shares it’s life with the forest.
Darts’ father is Jed Renas. His hair, unlike his wife, whose side he almost never leaves anymore, is still dark, starting to gray a little bit as he reaches his early 60’s. His face is tanned and the lines of a frown or smile are almost nowhere on his face. He is a gruff man, very blunt and to the point. His hands had been hardened and calloused by years of forge work. His arms and hands were thick and strong, his neck muscles a bit visible under his usually breezy attire, though from time to time he likes to throw on his old blacksmithing apron and reminisce with his wonderful wife. His body is tanned from head to toe from the heat of the flames. His eyes are blue, his flesh tanned and almost brown, his wife’s eyes green as the tops of any tree deep in the forest and her flesh white as a newborn animals. They are constantly near each other, giving rise to the joke that they are an inseparable forest.
Darts has one brother and one sister. His brother is Treant Renas. Born the oldest of the 3, Treant is 42 by now, well on his way in years. He paid close attention to his father and has become a hardened black-smith much like him. He wears his heart on his sleeve and in his steel. He’s not the best blacksmith, but there isn’t much to compete with, so he has made a moderate and happy life. He still lives in that old town south of Abbey, though he lives with his sister and his wife. He also happens to have a child of his own, barely 12 now. Many times his wife makes comparisons on how she’s not sure which one is more mature, and then they laugh it off. His son is already taking up the trade of being a smith, much like his father.
Darts’ sister takes more after her mother than her father. She is 28 or so, and has an immense love for books and a passion for learning. Apart from that, she grew up taking after her mother and reading in her spare time. She still lives at the old home where Darts is from, doing the financial work for Treant. She also sets up most of the moderately sized sales, letting her brother focus on crafting. She has a lovey dreamy side and can be an air head sometimes, often slipping into spells where she imagines riding on a white lion-horse on the shores of the ocean with her dream boyfriend. But when she isn’t dreaming, she’s a very capable and knowledgeable woman, though rather strict any time it comes to finances.
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|APPEARANCE| Hair: Darts’ hair is one of his favorite qualities. He has short, black hair which extends down to the middle of his forehead. His hair also extends about halfway to his shoulders. It is usually pretty unkempt and he combs it only on special occasion, making it knotted a bit. His face also has a bit of hair on it, sporting a small patch of hair below his chin and a bit of a curvy mustache
Eyes: Darts’ eyes are a light shade of blue that nearly borders on gray. Height: 5’11” Clothes: Generally, Darts’ outfit isn’t very concealing. He wears a pair of black kung-fu pants which end at his ankles, where a small red link holds them. His shoes, if he wears them, are plain wooden sandals that have two protruding wooden blocks attached 1/3rd and 2/3rd of the way across the shoe, which increase his height slightly, but more serves to stop larger rocks from hurting his feet. The blocks are wooden, but between them, on the bottom of the sandal, are metal plates which can be used for defense from blades, if he were to put the shoes on his hands or were blocking an up swinging blade.
His shirt is a black shirt (so it doesn’t show dirt very much), which buttons like a jacket would, but instead of going straight up, the buttons go up the right side and, at the top of his stomach, turn to the left and cross his chest. Each of the buttons is a small black colored rod that is simply pushed through the hole in his shirt.
Skin: The skin along most of Darts’ body is rather smooth, though muscled. His hands and feet, however, are an entirely different story. His hands are cut numerous times, mostly along the pointer finger, but some cuts horizontally as well. These have healed over, but scars still remain from many of the wounds he made while honing his favorite craft. His fingers also tend to have dark paints on them as well. His legs, unlike his upper body, is more rough. It has been beaten around a bit from running through bushes and trees in less than concealing clothing.
Body Type: A traveler and exerciser, Darts’ has a moderately thin body, though that doesn’t mean scrawny by any means. His muscles are small, but fit his frame rather well. Due to cooking his own food, he has a good control over what goes into his body and usually doesn’t eat things he has learned are bad for him. Due to this and his enjoyment of exercise, his body is well toned, though still thin. Image: - Appearance [Vanness Wu:
|CHARACTERISTICS| Personality: In public, and in general, Darts is a happy person. He tends to move around with a skip in his step and doesn’t seem to take much of life seriously, shrugging off insults about his food with a laugh or a chuckle. He doesn’t shy away from people making fun of him or even his ideals. He just lets it all flow past him and keeps smiling and trying to cheer other people up, even offering food to people that insult him, just because they might be a bit hungry. With this, many think nothing affects him and that he wears his heart on his sleeve. This might be true for some insults, but not all.
Darts has a very internalized personality, rarely letting anyone see how he really feels. He pushes every darker thought and every thought that is bad for others deep into his mind and tries to forget it. He tries his best to be happy because he feels that smiles are contagious, and even a false smile can cause hundreds of real ones to flower everywhere, a lesson he learned from his mother. In public, he is very active and energetic, being very handsy with those around him, trying to get everyone moving, circulating the good energy between them all.
- Sample of personality in play: A walk through town:
Darts began walking, tossing on his shirt and putting the little rods through the holes to button up his jacket. On his back was the usual for a traveling peasant and a bit more. A few pots clicked and clanged from his backpack as the winged snake on his arm uncoiled itself from him, slithering up his arm and onto his shoulder, before it took off into the sky, it’s morning tradition of running with its master. After he was fully dressed, he started jogging to keep up with his Constrictor-Hawk. It sped up trying to keep up with him and inevitably, they both landed on the ground just outside of a town, a smile on his face as he thought back to when he first got his pet. It was a sad memory, but he found ways to make that memory brighter, keeping a smile on his face as he turned to see a city. It wasn’t anything big, just a modest village. It had a bit of metal to it on the tallest structures, similar to a fire nation village, but it had rocky bases and some of the smaller buildings were pure rock. It was similar to his hometown, a town occupied by fire nation and earth kingdom. Well, not much could be done about it, so he went down and went into the village.
It was a decent enough place, though the fire nation seemed to run the place, but they were well outnumbered by the Earth Kingdom. How many benders each side had, he had no clue. He smiled and started to walk around, talking to shopkeepers, buying random ingredients and chatting with them. More than once the conversation ended with the sale, but sometimes the shopkeeps would be more fun. Some chatted his ear off, some talked about business, and others still about their families. He talked to almost every vendor of every street, even joking with some of the fire nation, going back and forth between the two. He stirred a bit of animosity and he noticed, but he just kept smiling and people left him alone.
A bit later, Darts sat up in the middle of town and pulled up a few benches, a few shopkeepers helping him by earth bending benches from somewhere they wouldn’t be seen. He pulled out a giant pot he found in this town. He started pouring in water and meat, as well as a bit of spices and vegetables. He was combining the meats of earth kingdom, the spices of fire nation, the vegetables of the air nation (to him at least) and the water represented the water tribe. To him, this was a conglomeration of all the nations, to others it was simply a delicious smelling hotpot.
Not long went by before people started coming out, earth and fire nations alike came to have a pot of stew with this stranger some of the shopkeepers and guards felt they knew most of their lives. He started giving out bowls of food some of the shops supplied and even chatted with the people of earlier, asking about business and families that they told him about. But peace rarely lasts as the guard captain came out and kicked over the pot, forcing Darts to jump infront of it to save the stew, burning himself on the cauldron sized pot, so a few more could eat it. He simply pushed the cauldron up and smiled, laughing as he dried his hands on his shirt. The guards simply laughed at him, cracking jokes as he scooped out some stew for them. The spices reminded them of their patriotism, of what they were trying to protect. They walked off, feeling slightly accomplished in burning the man.
Darts smiled as he walked away, leaving his pot and any stew there, not having a bite for himself as he whistled, running into the guards that burned him the night before. He shook their hands, giving them the opportunity to torture the poor man more. They gladly took it and shook his hand hard as he wiped off his hands and complained of the pain, before he kicked one of the firebenders in the leg and started running with his pet on his arm, coiled around his right arm. He smiled as he heard the movement behind him. Firebending was about to come, but he smiled at them anyway as he ran. They became aggravated, making a spark on their fists, causing a small explosion on each of their hands to occur, blinding them for a split second while he got out of sight. They looked their hands over and they noticed a fine powder that wasn’t there before. It was something akin to sulfur. A rather flammable substance in nature, refined down to what Darts called flash powder. (gunpowder) And with that, he was off to his next village to visit.
Personal Strengths: Careful (with respect to cooking and drawing), Calming, Driven, Curious Personal Weaknesses: Single Minded, Weak to the needy, Gullible, Care-free, Nomadic, Closed off, and Perfectionist (with respect to cooking and drawing) Hamartia: Personal Hero: The Order of the White Lotus and it’s past grandmaster, Iroh. Dreams and Ambitions: Darts’ dreams of two things, though sometimes he wonders why not to do them both. He wants to open a fine cuisine restaurant that people from all over the world can enjoy, and he wants to document all the bending elements, mostly some of their older stances. Sometimes, he dreams of owning a grand hall with tapestries flowing down the walls, listing off various kinds of bending, which he views as a great beauty.
Likes: [most liked to least] Cooking, Observing/Spying, Watching others eat his food, Drawing, Exercising, The Sun, Getting Lost
Dislikes: [Least liked to moderate] Burning things, Sleeping, Frowning, Bounty Hunters, Violence
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