Post by Teяa253 on Mar 22, 2008 7:27:59 GMT 1
Tera: this... this is... just read it please...
TERA'S STORY
I gazed at my reflection in a mirror that I had materialized from surrounding sand and fire. I had messy black hair that would not cooperate with anything I tried to get it to do, and my bangs covered parts of my face, but not my eyes. I flicked my hair out of the way, but this was no use. I tried using my bending skills on it. It worked only as long as I held it there with my skills. My sinister yellow eyes were one of many things I liked about myself. One thing I thought was annoying though, was my ears. Unlike those of normal humans, mine were huge, long, and pointed. It was my ears that set me apart from normal humans—it was the tell-tale way for someone to say “hey, that’s a supernatural”. This didn’t aid the positive side of my personality any.
I was cold and bitter. My indifferent expression matched with my sinister yellow eyes manifested it very well. The only person that I actually cared about was me. I am a supernatural—a bender who had mastered the skills of being able to bend anything made of matter—that’s everything—from the day they were born. My name is Tera. I am 8716 years old. I have seen many changes come over this world. I was there since nearly the beginning. My purpose in life was to keep balance in the world. The inhabitants of this world though, thought differently.
There was heavy prejudice against supernaturals when I first came into the picture. They were a lot more common than they are now. I am the only one that I know of, and usually, a supernatural can detect the presence of another supernatural if they are on the same world. I am alone in this world yet again. This was nothing new to me.
The origin of the prejudice against supernaturals was not known. I had this impression though, that the higher authority which I—along with all other supernaturals—served was behind it. I had my doubts, but it seemed that he would send us here to make us suffer, me in particular. The name of this higher authority is Clazdian. I could tell that sometimes Clazdian had an influence over me. However, usually I was able to do what I pleased, provided I kept within the bounds of the supernatural code of conduct. We had mysterious purposes, and yet for some reason, Clazdian did not seem to be pleased. I knew at times that he was pulling some strings. Of course, this was the war going on in my mind—I had no proof of anything. It was Clazdian that got the credit for everything that we supernaturals did. He was The Exalted One, while we went about doing our job of keeping the world in order.
The prejudice from the people, however, was what made my life go downhill. They did not like me. They were afraid of me as well. I was the type who did not speak very often, so maybe I had given off a bad impression of not being friendly, but after being rejected all around, I began to change. I slowly closed myself off from other people, and I stopped caring. I only did my duty because I would have my powers turn against me if I didn’t.
Over my many long years of life, my personality changed with the times. However, my relationships with other people only went downhill. More and more people began to hate me, so I began to give them reason to hate me. I became a nuisance to them, and I began to torment certain people. It was usually the very talented benders that I would target first. For some reason though, it was the less talented people that were the ones holding grudges against me. Many talented benders would simply just beg me to leave them alone. However, I did not care at all. I had lost that ability long, long ago. I continued down that path, never actually killing anyone. I had respect for those I tormented. The less talented ones and the non-benders were the ones who died—they deserved it. I figured if everyone hated me, I might as well give them a reason to hate me, so my reign of terror continued. The more I began attacking, the more I realized that I was developing a sense of bloodlust. I developed a habit of messily killing some of my victims. The young ones were my favorite, times passed, and even my existence passed into mystery. I only resurfaced recently. From here I took on my usual appearance.
Since I lived forever and was not from any nation proper, I was sort of able to choose which clothing style I liked best. I hated wearing shoes, so my first shot was earth kingdom attire, many, many years ago. I loved it from the start. I wore the same clothes every day of my life. (Well, different clothes that looked the same) to date, I have never worn anything different. The bands around my wrists and ankles were my favorite. As a result of the way I dressed, I did a lot of living in the Earth Kingdom, and earthbending became a popular pastime. When no one was around though, I would shoot around with all of the elements. I thoroughly enjoyed my powers, and yet, they had been the thing that had held me back—that had cut me off from the rest of society. “We have the avatar,” they would say, “We don’t need you.” These were the words that had torn me apart. However, recently, that had all changed...
It started when I first encountered a peculiar pair of benders: there was a really tall waterbender and a smaller firebender, both of which were female. I noticed from the way she moved that the little firebender was blind. How then, was she so skilled and swift with her moves? She obviously had some incredible abilities. The waterbender looked like a mother figure to the firebender.
Being as heartless as I was, I decided to put the waterbender’s skill to the test. I ambushed the little firebender and nearly killed her. After tasting her blood though, I knew that she would become a prime target that I wanted to keep alive. This was where I first saw the waterbender’s abilities come into play.
I thought that the little blind firebender was talented. This waterbender could bring people back to life. She completely rejuvenated the little firebender and it looked like nothing had happened. How then, did I know she could revive people who had just barely died? I saw that as well. These two were incredibly talented. I knew from then on that I would be hunting them. It was later on that they discovered me, and they hated me as well. This was no surprise to me.
I actually challenged the waterbender to a duel. To my surprise, she actually held her ground. Neither of us was able to overpower the other. I wanted to kill her, because then I could reach that firebender without any difficulty. This waterbender was always there for her daughter-figure. Her skills though, rivaled those of a supernatural—my own. Of course, perhaps her cause was better than mine: I had bloodlust, while she was merely trying to defend herself and the firebender.
Since I couldn’t take out the waterbender, I decided to chance it with the firebender. She was much easier to get a hold of, and, although she was very talented and swift, I was able to overwhelm her. Within a few minutes I had her begging for mercy, sincerely crying. I was wondering if I should just kill her now...
However, for some bizarre reason, I didn’t. The bloodlust had left me. I let the poor girl go home alive, but I would continue following her and tormenting her. The waterbender soon became aware of it. She was the one human I had ever feared, because she was powerful—very powerful.
The account between me, this waterbender, and that little firebender are incredibly deep, complex and detailed. It is enough to fill another chapter in the story of my life—maybe even two. These two, however, began a phase in my life known as the great opposition. I would soon become torn between serving a higher authority and serving the natural law of ethics for what was good in this world...
...
~Katara~
TERA'S STORY
I gazed at my reflection in a mirror that I had materialized from surrounding sand and fire. I had messy black hair that would not cooperate with anything I tried to get it to do, and my bangs covered parts of my face, but not my eyes. I flicked my hair out of the way, but this was no use. I tried using my bending skills on it. It worked only as long as I held it there with my skills. My sinister yellow eyes were one of many things I liked about myself. One thing I thought was annoying though, was my ears. Unlike those of normal humans, mine were huge, long, and pointed. It was my ears that set me apart from normal humans—it was the tell-tale way for someone to say “hey, that’s a supernatural”. This didn’t aid the positive side of my personality any.
I was cold and bitter. My indifferent expression matched with my sinister yellow eyes manifested it very well. The only person that I actually cared about was me. I am a supernatural—a bender who had mastered the skills of being able to bend anything made of matter—that’s everything—from the day they were born. My name is Tera. I am 8716 years old. I have seen many changes come over this world. I was there since nearly the beginning. My purpose in life was to keep balance in the world. The inhabitants of this world though, thought differently.
There was heavy prejudice against supernaturals when I first came into the picture. They were a lot more common than they are now. I am the only one that I know of, and usually, a supernatural can detect the presence of another supernatural if they are on the same world. I am alone in this world yet again. This was nothing new to me.
The origin of the prejudice against supernaturals was not known. I had this impression though, that the higher authority which I—along with all other supernaturals—served was behind it. I had my doubts, but it seemed that he would send us here to make us suffer, me in particular. The name of this higher authority is Clazdian. I could tell that sometimes Clazdian had an influence over me. However, usually I was able to do what I pleased, provided I kept within the bounds of the supernatural code of conduct. We had mysterious purposes, and yet for some reason, Clazdian did not seem to be pleased. I knew at times that he was pulling some strings. Of course, this was the war going on in my mind—I had no proof of anything. It was Clazdian that got the credit for everything that we supernaturals did. He was The Exalted One, while we went about doing our job of keeping the world in order.
The prejudice from the people, however, was what made my life go downhill. They did not like me. They were afraid of me as well. I was the type who did not speak very often, so maybe I had given off a bad impression of not being friendly, but after being rejected all around, I began to change. I slowly closed myself off from other people, and I stopped caring. I only did my duty because I would have my powers turn against me if I didn’t.
Over my many long years of life, my personality changed with the times. However, my relationships with other people only went downhill. More and more people began to hate me, so I began to give them reason to hate me. I became a nuisance to them, and I began to torment certain people. It was usually the very talented benders that I would target first. For some reason though, it was the less talented people that were the ones holding grudges against me. Many talented benders would simply just beg me to leave them alone. However, I did not care at all. I had lost that ability long, long ago. I continued down that path, never actually killing anyone. I had respect for those I tormented. The less talented ones and the non-benders were the ones who died—they deserved it. I figured if everyone hated me, I might as well give them a reason to hate me, so my reign of terror continued. The more I began attacking, the more I realized that I was developing a sense of bloodlust. I developed a habit of messily killing some of my victims. The young ones were my favorite, times passed, and even my existence passed into mystery. I only resurfaced recently. From here I took on my usual appearance.
Since I lived forever and was not from any nation proper, I was sort of able to choose which clothing style I liked best. I hated wearing shoes, so my first shot was earth kingdom attire, many, many years ago. I loved it from the start. I wore the same clothes every day of my life. (Well, different clothes that looked the same) to date, I have never worn anything different. The bands around my wrists and ankles were my favorite. As a result of the way I dressed, I did a lot of living in the Earth Kingdom, and earthbending became a popular pastime. When no one was around though, I would shoot around with all of the elements. I thoroughly enjoyed my powers, and yet, they had been the thing that had held me back—that had cut me off from the rest of society. “We have the avatar,” they would say, “We don’t need you.” These were the words that had torn me apart. However, recently, that had all changed...
It started when I first encountered a peculiar pair of benders: there was a really tall waterbender and a smaller firebender, both of which were female. I noticed from the way she moved that the little firebender was blind. How then, was she so skilled and swift with her moves? She obviously had some incredible abilities. The waterbender looked like a mother figure to the firebender.
Being as heartless as I was, I decided to put the waterbender’s skill to the test. I ambushed the little firebender and nearly killed her. After tasting her blood though, I knew that she would become a prime target that I wanted to keep alive. This was where I first saw the waterbender’s abilities come into play.
I thought that the little blind firebender was talented. This waterbender could bring people back to life. She completely rejuvenated the little firebender and it looked like nothing had happened. How then, did I know she could revive people who had just barely died? I saw that as well. These two were incredibly talented. I knew from then on that I would be hunting them. It was later on that they discovered me, and they hated me as well. This was no surprise to me.
I actually challenged the waterbender to a duel. To my surprise, she actually held her ground. Neither of us was able to overpower the other. I wanted to kill her, because then I could reach that firebender without any difficulty. This waterbender was always there for her daughter-figure. Her skills though, rivaled those of a supernatural—my own. Of course, perhaps her cause was better than mine: I had bloodlust, while she was merely trying to defend herself and the firebender.
Since I couldn’t take out the waterbender, I decided to chance it with the firebender. She was much easier to get a hold of, and, although she was very talented and swift, I was able to overwhelm her. Within a few minutes I had her begging for mercy, sincerely crying. I was wondering if I should just kill her now...
However, for some bizarre reason, I didn’t. The bloodlust had left me. I let the poor girl go home alive, but I would continue following her and tormenting her. The waterbender soon became aware of it. She was the one human I had ever feared, because she was powerful—very powerful.
The account between me, this waterbender, and that little firebender are incredibly deep, complex and detailed. It is enough to fill another chapter in the story of my life—maybe even two. These two, however, began a phase in my life known as the great opposition. I would soon become torn between serving a higher authority and serving the natural law of ethics for what was good in this world...
...
~Katara~
