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SNOW WALKER. { atla }

{ those who were cunning knew the ins and outs of survival. they knew how to weave pretty words and mask lies beneath fluttering lashes and promises meant to be broken. those who were cunning learned from those who were not, and from their lifeless bodies displayed as warnings upon bloodied earth, they learned to live. he became cold as snow. }

{ Kajika ( Lee Jaehwan ) — 24 — He / She / They  — Waterbender  — Actor / Dancer

backstory.

born at the south pole; started life here but never really fit in with the other children. he was never quite sure in his role in life as a child.

family was poor but never seemed to struggle; they raised snow leopard caribou and shipped fish to both the earth and fire nations. 

an ancestor was an airbender, and though kajika can’t airbend, some in his family suspect it is the reason for his ability; this contributed to his namesake.

kajika, meaning ‘walks without sound,’ was named after his unnatural ability to leave no footprints upon the snow; this earned him the nickname of ‘snow walker.’

since waterbending was outlawed, no one in their tribe has practiced in years. this didn’t seem to stop the natural affinity with water for kajika. even as a child, he knew it was forbidden, and thus practiced in secret. not with water of course, but with snow, and though he is not the first to master the art, he takes pride in learning such a tough skill. 

over the years, kajika began to realize just how depressing their life truly was. they were only to fish and provide food for people they had never even seen in their lives, and why should waterbending be outlawed for everyone? not to mention his brimming curiosity to explore the world. the moment he turned eighteen, he set out within the world.

kajika always had a strong sense of self, and it was something that only grew as he explored the unfriendly world around him. he learned by doing, and his adaptive nature made it easy to find a place within the messed up world they lived in. kajika soon learned he was genderfluid.

running out of money and too stubborn to head home, kajika picked up an offer for an actor in a play. his love for performance came with it, even if the material being performed wasn’t that great. and he was really, really good at it. soon he was hired for plays or movies left and right. it offered stability.

however, this complacent lifestyle wasn’t enough for him, and kajika soon discovered the underground world of bending carefully branched beneath the fire nation’s noses. there, he learned to use his body to get what he wanted. money, food, praise; all of it could be found with a sway of his hips and a flutter of lashes. he learned to use his waterbending as a prop, offering a show in his dances with droplets shimmering against his movements, and here ‘snow walker’ became his stage name.

when not in plays or dancing, kajika works as a pottery maker, and provides unique and beautiful pieces to all social classes.

personality.

vain but not stupid. will use his looks to his advantage, but chances are he’s smarter than u; knows how to play people to stay alive. 

isn’t afraid of firebenders like At All and will be the first to throw himself into the fray if he sees injustice. 

prideful and confident; isn’t bothered by negative comments. 

has seen more action than most people ever will. 

likes to be called elegant, pretty, beautiful; pretty much any form of positive terms. is very comfortable in his existence.

can be manipulative if u have something he wants.

learns by observation, and can quickly pick up various tasks by watching other people perform them.

excellent memory! remembers small details that really don’t matter, like what food you had two weeks ago on a monday or what you said to them months ago.

very, very talkative; if ur in a hurry, don’t say hello to this man

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Arriving on Jeju Island was always an interesting experience. Sunjin never had a normal schedule. He was very much an ‘arrive when needed’ kind of soul, and though he knew quite a few of the regulars, the bathhouse was always growing; it was too good of a retreat not to. So, it was really no surprise that things were particularly busy tonight. Spirits darted and scurried in every direction, running buckets of bath tokens or leading guests of all varieties to their relaxing baths. There was order in disorder, and the bathhouse of Jeju Island managed that disorder well.

Still, it didn’t change house busy it was that night. Sunjin was still perched on the bridge, eyes following the constant flow of in and out. The dragon was seriously debating on just heading home, but this was, in truth, not just a leisure visit; he really needed a bath that evening. Cleansing evil and all that, you know ? 

The impatience within his body, and it was quite tiny, had swelled. A layer of sunflower petals lay scattered around his small form upon the handrail, his antlers still growing the flowers unnaturally fast. Something that, somehow, had gone unnoticed ... until that point. Sunjin scoffed at himself, ultimately deciding to shift to the humanoid form he possessed. “ At least they match the time of year, “ he mumbled. Fixing the wrinkles in his clothes, Sunjin went to join the constant flow of spirits into the bathhouse.

His attention was captured by the soul shuffling along beside him. The aura was something he didn’t recognize, and Sunjin was absolutely certain they’d never met before. Now, the dragon wasn’t typically one for conversation, nor was he that good at it, but curiosity swelled in his chest. Sunjin had met a lot of different beings over the years yet the energy being put off beside him was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Well, he wasn’t getting any younger ... “ You. Are you new here ? “ Nailed it.

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There were many different reasons one arrived at the bathhouse. Some were brought there to work, some were invited through a complex network of recommendation, and many came for a pleasurable escape. Others arrived out of sheer necessity. They were not complete categories but still remained the ones many a spirit fell into regardless. If one had to classify Sunjin, the dragon would be one of the latter. At least, in the beginning. Water was scary, but the bleed of darkness into gentle steam outweighed this. Sunjin pulled hatred into his heart, and that hatred evaporated into nothingness within what the bathhouse had to offer.

Sunjin often arrived out of this necessity. He wasn’t usually one for conversation, especially conversation not sought out, but sometimes the urge to interact with someone who wasn’t a bird ( no offense to any birds out there ) became overwhelming. So, with no appointments and no potions to brew, Sunjin found himself arriving at the gates of Jeju Island.

Getting there was no small feat, however, especially when your wings were literally maple leaves. Dropping onto the handrail leading into the bathhouse, the tiny dragon clung there for a moment to regain strength. Energy was important for transformation and Sunjin just didn’t have it yet. This, to his luck, happened to be a fairly common sight for him. Those who knew the tiny soul waved, offered a small hello, and carried on; such was life among the bustle of a busy bathhouse. 

Sunjin was content to wait there until the press of a familiar energy washed over his tiny body. An old friend, both in acquaintance and in age, and Sunjin can’t help but smile. ( Well, smile as well as a dragon can. ) The Spring Dragon perked up at another of his kind, a class he would never be able to touch, and scanned the crowd for the one barely containing the strong aura. They are different in many ways, more than Sunjin would be able to list if put on the spot, but the divide of class has never stopped them.

‘Mireu.’ Calling out with his mind, Sunjin fluttered his wings and waited. 

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Some thought it strange for a creature born of grass and earth to be attracted to water. ‘It will kill you,’ they would whisper, ‘Your scales will become slick, and your heavy wings will ground you.’ The dangers were true, this he could not deny. Leaves bent under heavy dew, and the flowers in the meadow closed tightly to prevent their precious pollen being washed away. He too, body the size of a small branch, hid from the rain battering the forest; all too easily could he be washed away. Much to the dismay of those uttering warnings, Sunjin was never really one for listening. In fact, he was quite good at ignoring what others had to say if he didn’t particularly enjoy the words woven before him. 

Besides, where was the harm in visiting a hot spring ? ( The harm was actually pulled from him. ) Humanoid forms were useful for something, right ? No small wings to drag him down, and the perfect shape to enjoy what the waters had to offer. ( Sunjin had requested a birdbath once before though; that was quite fun too. ) 

There was no harm in enjoying one of the viewing pools either. Sunjin was a creature of fallen leaves and spring magic, but that didn’t mean he contained no level of respect for the powerful beings lurking within the waters of the moral plain. Such a pastime was, luckily, shared by many others dwelling within the bathhouse, and some of his greatest interactions came from fleeting meetings within moon-stained waters.

Tonight seemed to yield not one dangerous element, but two, and Sunjin’s attention focused upon the poised character nearby. Whether they were just passing by or had truly stopped to admire the beautiful sight like himself, Sunjin wished to converse. “ Beautiful, yes ? Hard to believe it may kill you. “

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so I’m not very good at plotting ( shakes me fist ) but I really wanna get some posts up, so pls like this if you want a random starter for spirited away verse! if you’d rather plot smth tho, my ims are open and I’d love to figure out some stuff!

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heyo, sorry I’ve been a lil mia! my state has been hit pretty hard with the snowstorm going on and I’ve been pretty preoccupied with clearing snow and stuff for family and neighbors! ;v; hopefully will be able to do replies and starters here soon!!

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A restless sigh fills the humble studio. The male closes his eyes as he puts down the piece of equipment he had been fiddling and twinkling with for nearly five hours straight. Another sigh escapes his lips, tilting his head back slightly to the direction of the ceiling while pressing his back to the chair. Nothing was working out for him. The technician had his head in the clouds for the majority of the day, unable to focus for long periods of time as the weight of the significance behind today’s specific date creeps in the back of his mind and hangs heavy on his shoulders. He runs his fingers through his platinum blonde locks with frustration as the nth sigh fills the room once again. Cyrus decides to call it a night, knowing he would not be able to get anything else done in this condition, wraps himself with his white hooded cloak and locks up his studio.

His steps lead him to a familiar road, somewhere slightly further away from the center of the main city of Pandora, knowing that a certain spaceship will be appearing right on schedule. He would rather be there than drown himself in his thoughts at home where no one can save him from his own misery.

The ship is exactly where it should be and Cyrus enters with swift steps, beelining straight to a vacant stool at the bar. He is indifferent to the rest of the patrons and makes no eye contact as he settles himself before the table. He takes his hood off, solid white eyes piercing in contrast to the subdued lights of the establishment, and props his elbows up on the table, burying his face in his hands once again.

It is not like him to seek out a bar, of all places, as a coping mechanism for his inner turmoil. He cannot even handle a shot of alcohol in his system for the consequences were not worth potentially injuring his seven feet form when he passes out and endure a horrible headache as soon as he is able to open his eyes the next morning, but just the familiar atmosphere itself helps calm his emotions down way more than his own apartment.

A sigh escapes his lips and is too lost in his own thoughts to greet or even notice a friend on the other side of the bar giving him a knowing look.

There was an ambiance to his bar. It was a middle ground for its size, full of various tables and a bar containing drinks from all over the galaxy, the atmosphere friendly despite the souls often dwelling within. Most heard the name of his ship and assumed a massive cruise-type class, but they couldn’t be further from the truth. Gallivant was small, containing the area for his bar, three rooms for his living space, and the standard cockpit and weapons bay. For Anva, this was enough. He’s small too, something only the bravest declare to his face, but has attitude enough to defend his bar.

Tonight mimicked that, with Anva throwing out a number of rowdy patrons. New travelers most likely, hearing of what he has to offer and the denizens that dwell within. It’d make sense for him to be tired and yet Anva felt more energized than when the night began. And the evening only brought more surprises, ranging from amusing to annoying, but with enough variety to keep him properly entertained.

As he turned from making a drink from someone down the bar, Anva spotted a familiar face. Almost immediately, his lips pulled into a grin, and he quickly delivered the previously made drink. It appeared he hadn’t yet been spotted, but considering Anva was the only one to work Gallivant, it wouldn’t take long for him to be noticed. Moments like these made him glad he’d learned a few human words. ( Hooray for universal translators, right ? )

— “ Hey, Juicy Juice, haven’t seen you in a while. Feelin’ gloomy ? “

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I can do nothing simply so here’s a drawing of anva’s markings that was supposed to be a sketch and somehow went further ? I suck at hands but here’s my not-so-soft space boy ... and his pawsies ! all of his markings are indented into his skin just enough to be noticeable and can be hot to the touch to strangers. think lava; they emit a glow and, if punctured, release blood with the highly flammable quality I mentioned before !

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                        don’t you dare tell me i can’t do it.                       i’ll prove you wrong, three times over.

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PRETTY PIRATE. { space }

{ those who underestimated paid the price, and those foolish enough to refuse payment were swiftly put in their place. he ruled with honeyed words and a pretty smile, the heart within devoid of emotion while those before drew a final breath. a gold mine built upon war and ruin, it was he who prospered. } 

{ Anva’vyr [Ahn-va Veer] - Anva ( Kim Wonshik ) — 27 — He / Him  — Bartender & Space Alien Extraordinaire!

THE MIND.

Like the probability of a dice roll, Anva is a mess of emotions and mind tricks. He’s cunning, with a silver tongue and sugar-sweet words made to grasp attention. There’s deadly charisma behind every step, and Anva is someone who knows what he wants, when he wants it. This confidence only seems to grow the longer he lives. Anva has a strong ‘take no shit’ attitude, and you will be booted from his ship if you attempt to get rowdy with him or other customers. Don’t mistake his small size for weakness; he can and will teach you a lesson. Especially if you attempt to harm his ship. His ship, doubling as a moving bar and appropriately named Gallivant, is his heart and soul, and he is incredibly protective of it. Gallivant doubles as a bar / restaurant for any species all over the galaxy, and is a popular spot for bounty hunters and those on the run.

THE HOME.

Born a whole world away, Anva grew up on a planet widely known as Hian’vyr [He-ahn Veer]. A planet built of both weather extremes, it is home to an alien species known as the Hian’ve. Hian’vyr is a harsh world, one side containing nothing but scorching desert, cracked plains, and spiky grass; this land’s main focus is a large volcano the tribe lives within and around. The other side contains a sea of snow as far as the eye can see, a barren tundra with little to no life aside from the Hian’ve; this tribe lives within caverns of ice. Whatever side a Hian’ve may be born upon determines their resistances to the weather. These two climates are separated by a mile long expanse of tall grasses, thick ferns, and towering trees. This span of land is full of carnivorous creatures who attack those unlucky enough to stray within, making crossing dangerous and unlikely.

The Hian’ve are composed of two tribes, one occupying each side. Each have an Elder Council, made up of five older Hian’ve. They make the decisions for the tribe and carry all authority; resisting their words usually means banishment or other punishment. Both tribes follow a naming custom of [Chosen]’vyr, after the planet and their God of Life, Inme’vyr. Generally, their lifespan is anywhere from 150-200 years.

THE POWER.

Anva was born with an array of unique capabilities compared to his brethren.  His blood has the ability to speed up the healing process. This can only be activated by him, otherwise his blood is highly flammable; this prevents his blood being stolen and used against his will. When this fails, Anva can ‘pull’ an injury from someone’s body into his own. It’s dangerous, as it doubles the pain in his own body, but he can easily shift it into someone else as well. His injuries cannot be shifted out of him; they heal much faster in proportion to humans but still fairly slow.

HEART & SOUL.

Anva is small in stature, standing at barely 152cm. He walks on two legs like humans, but his feet are five-toed and paw-like, with toes that can be splayed or pressed together at will. Each toe has a blunt claw made for balance upon the rocky terrain the Sun Tribe inhabited. Generally, Anva walks upon his toes, but can place his feet flat when the situation calls for it; he does not wear shoes. 

Anva’s skin is on the tan side via the sun. Like all Hian’ve, his body is covered in faintly glowing markings the color of fire. They pulse in time with his heartbeat, even when asleep; these markings only quit once the Hian’ve has died. The dimmer the light, the closer they are to death, and no two individuals have the same ones. These are the Hian’ve’s only visible signs of aging; their bodies grow no older than a human’s 24-25 range. To anyone they dislike, the markings can be incredibly hot or incredibly cold (depending on location born) and it’s not recommended to touch them without permission. 

Anva is unique in the grand scheme of the Hian’ve. He grew up on the hotter side with his father, but his mother was from the colder region, thus giving him an immunity to the snow and cold. Visits to her helped with this resistance. Anva was born near the volcano, granting him with orange blood. Although he isn’t the only one to be born with the ability to heal, it’s extremely rare. The last of their race born with it died nearly 50 years before his birth. Due to this, the Elders of both sides met to decide his fate.

His life grew sour quickly. The Elders, coveting the rare ability to heal and keep them from death and the threats stirring in the grasslands, voted to lock him away from the outside world. Anva protested against this. Even though the Elders had absolute say, he had never quite agreed with their iron law, and often got into trouble even as a young Hian’ve. His mother, catching on to the scheme, spirited Anva away. She had feared this day would come and, having contact with the traders visiting their planet, learned and built a space craft for Anva to escape with.

Leaving behind the only life he’d ever known, Anva escaped into the vast expanse of space. Anger and hatred settled into his heart. Why should the Elders decide the course of his life? Why did he have to be the one to leave? The event hardened him, and Anva learned to stand up for himself and vowed that no one would ever tell him what to do.

Thus, at the age of 20, Anva began a new life of exploring the universe. Several years passed, and through his travels Anva learned how to perform maintenance on his ship. He picked up other species like him, runaways or deserters looking for a new place to belong. Anva opened Gallivant, a bar always on the move. It’s a great hideout for those not wanting to be found, and a great post for those doing the finding. Anva works upon it as the bartender and is hardly ever seen away from the counter. The Hian’ve has quite the network of trade and information these days, and it’s unwise to mess with him; just because he’s small doesn’t mean he’s a pushover. 

The war doesn’t really concern him, but he profits from it immensely, and Anva has no qualms about capitalizing off misfortune. If you have information to sell, he’ll gladly buy it, though it may not be wise to share anything too personal. Befriend him, however, and you’ll have a complex network of money, weapons, and intel. 

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henlooo just wanna say I'm not ignoring anyone, I swear, I'm just on mobile for the day! ;v; I'll respond to ims and stuff soon!!

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THE SPRING DRAGON. { spirited away }

{ there were tales of the creature built of cherry blossoms and spring water, carried upon wings of the softest scales, and a heart much too small for its body. those who seen him were granted long life, and those who attempted harm were never heard from again. he existed there for years, and through his power came the rise of new life among the melting of snow. }

{ Kang Sunjin ( Bang Yongguk ) — 1267  — He / They  — Korean Dragon of Spring

The dragon was born deep within the wild mountains, surrounded by swaying ferns and babbling brooks. He rose with the same intensity carried by the great phoenix of the skies, breaking free from an oppressive shell with a flurry of unchecked magic. Contrary to outside views, not all dragons are made of muscle and sizable enough to eclipse the sun. No, Sunjin was much smaller, the size of a ferret but with the unmistakable power of spring humming within him.

This was his purpose. There was a name, there was magic, and there were thoughts not yet his own. The little dragon knew only spring and growth. Unbeknownst to the fiery soul, Sunjin was created from fresh dewdrops and scattered flower petals. His purpose was to create, to usher in new life with each passing winter, and guide the souls seeking rebirth among the land he called his own.

This worked, for a while. 

But dragons were restless creatures. Sunjin’s creators knew this long before his egg had been so lovingly crafted. They knew the little creature would eventually fall astray, learning how to mimic the humans slowly stealing the land the dragon was made to protect. Sunjin did not lose purpose like they were expecting, however. Rather, the dragon used his newfound skills to better protect. The anger and sadness soaking into the earth went within his scales instead. So much hatred stored within a body as small as his was not healthy, however, and soon the Spring Dragon began to weaken.

Fearing the loss of their tiny warrior, the gods that created him whispered of an island. An island containing a hot spring meant to cure the darkness accumulating within the dragon’s body. With what little strength remained, the Spring Dragon set off for the bathhouse promising good health.

And his struggles paid off. This was the beginning of Sunjin’s regular visits. The bathhouse cleansed the corruption and anger left within his soul from the humans around his forest. From this sprang the dragon’s ability to hold human form longer, to exist in a state not so taxing, while still allowing him to help the land grow.

Sunjin built a tiny cabin near his birthplace. His knowledge as the Spring Dragon unlocked herb names and useful skills like brewing potions and making medicines. Soon, the Spring Dragon became more than an enigmatic soul in the woods; he began selling medicines and potions to the local village. This turned into his source of income, and with an added dash of magic to each, they were guaranteed to work. The anger and pain from the humans sharing his homeland grew dimmer but Sunjin still visits the bathhouse on the regular, even if he doesn’t need cleansing.

HEART & SOUL.

Sunjin is a protective dragon, both of the creatures they grow attached to and the little cabin they built. It is, in a way, their ‘hoard.’ Their home is filled with plants and fungi of all varieties, and Sunjin is far from afraid of dirt and ‘creepy crawlies.’ In fact, one of their best friends is a spider in the corner of their cabin. Spiders do make excellent conversation partners.

They are small, even by dragon standards, and are the size of a large ferret. Their ‘true form’ is about a foot long and the color of bark and gold, dusted with white flecks. Their wings mimic maple leaves, allowing camouflage within their forest; they have two horns with absolutely tiny sunflowers sprouting from them. Sunjin is capable of flight; they do not breathe fire. Instead, their breath contains healing properties and can be used to fix cuts, bruises, and minor fractures. Sunjin is not capable of bringing people back to life, but can resurrect plant life of any kind.

Sunjin’s outward appearance mimics the roughness of tree bark. Even with their human form and learning the capabilities of humans, they don’t chat that much in the beginning. However, that quickly changes once they warm up to someone; Sunjin enjoys meeting new people even if their facial expression suggests otherwise. The desire to heal and protect is strong, human, spirit, or animal, and Sunjin will try everything in their power to provide that help. They are fiercely protective of the ones they call friends and won’t hesitate to rush to their aid should they need it. Sunjin is, in true dragon fashion, incredibly sassy. They can be quite the tease and aren’t afraid to put themselves out there. Payment for their potions doesn’t always have to be money.

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henlo memelords, it’s time to heckin’ party ! my name is caius ( he/him ) and I love crane games and noodles! I’m a night owl and generally always lurking bc what is sleep right ?? my default fcs are moon bin and mr bang yongguk himself! I’m very excited to be here and interact with everyone!!

I don’t have their profile up yet, but moon bin ( alias; pip ) here is my player muse! they’re my nonbinary ( they/he ) vlogger / video game enthusiast, aiming to become a screenwriter one day, and are a pretty special muse to me! 

I’m gonna be working on profiles and stuff for aus and the like here soon! feel free to send me a message if you want my discord / wanna plot or anything ovo/

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he’s so excited over coffee, how cute!