Abilities/Powers: Nothing of note. Sample Entry:Here Sample Entry Two: (Set in luceti)
A familiar sound is what finally wakes him up. Once a pleasant, soothing rhythm, now it just grates on his nerves. Each drip resounds in his ear, buzzing and booming. That stupid faucet was like torture every morning – nothing but an unpleasant reminder of what he had lost. Water in the sink, water in a glass, water coursing through his veins every minute of every day. There was no escape.
The rush of the faucet grows louder as the seconds pass. "Stop that," he commands to no one in particular, sleepiness slurring his words. Who could possibly be here so early in the morning? One of his good for nothing teammates? Some nameless girl from his entourage who stayed the night for another round of lessons?
No. That was impossible. He hadn't spoken to them in weeks. Seen them, yes, but they ignored him when he called out. It's something he should have expected. What goes around comes back around, after all.
What was he without them? Former champion. Former captain. Former leader. Formerly somebody. Currently nobody.
What were they without him? Happier, probably. Not something he wants to think about, especially not this early in the day.
Annoyance is replaced by surprise as his eyes flutter open at last, only to find that the view is not the ceiling of his apartment, but instead the sun glaring down on him. Blinking away from the light, Tahno rises to his feet, failing to notice the newly-acquired wings on his back. This wasn't any part of Republic City he'd ever seen. And judging by the strange clothes passer-bys were wearing, this wasn't Republic City at all.
While attempting to take it in, he hears the clamor of water once again. A fountain this time. He can feel the bitterness rising within him before he even lays an eye on it.
Tahno | Avatar: Legend of Korra | Reserved ( 3/3 )
Sample Entry: Here
Sample Entry Two: (Set in
A familiar sound is what finally wakes him up. Once a pleasant, soothing rhythm, now it just grates on his nerves. Each drip resounds in his ear, buzzing and booming. That stupid faucet was like torture every morning – nothing but an unpleasant reminder of what he had lost. Water in the sink, water in a glass, water coursing through his veins every minute of every day. There was no escape.
The rush of the faucet grows louder as the seconds pass. "Stop that," he commands to no one in particular, sleepiness slurring his words. Who could possibly be here so early in the morning? One of his good for nothing teammates? Some nameless girl from his entourage who stayed the night for another round of lessons?
No. That was impossible. He hadn't spoken to them in weeks. Seen them, yes, but they ignored him when he called out. It's something he should have expected. What goes around comes back around, after all.
What was he without them? Former champion. Former captain. Former leader. Formerly somebody. Currently nobody.
What were they without him? Happier, probably. Not something he wants to think about, especially not this early in the day.
Annoyance is replaced by surprise as his eyes flutter open at last, only to find that the view is not the ceiling of his apartment, but instead the sun glaring down on him. Blinking away from the light, Tahno rises to his feet, failing to notice the newly-acquired wings on his back. This wasn't any part of Republic City he'd ever seen. And judging by the strange clothes passer-bys were wearing, this wasn't Republic City at all.
While attempting to take it in, he hears the clamor of water once again. A fountain this time. He can feel the bitterness rising within him before he even lays an eye on it.