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So piranha Plushtrap eh?

(replaced the ears with more fins and gave the bag cause idk I wanted to add more o my design to it cause the bow is a must)

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Please, draw a Springtrap and Plushtrap

*gaaaaasp* I MISS THE ASSHOLE BABY!

"He's mine now and I love him."

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and Atkanah and Barung, for shits and giggles

Name: Eska

Gender: Female

General Appearance:  a little shorter than her mother (didn't get her father's height!).  She has a broad-shouldered build and really long, course hair that she does in a long, thick braid.  She is pretty, her eyes are sort of like her father's.  She hates wearing shoes because of her love of the earth shared by both her parents.

Personality:  She is like Aang-level polite.  She loves making new friends and being sociable.  She is very clever and enjoys making people laugh with funny observations and jokes.  She gets kind of lonely living on the farm with her parents, but she dosn't mind their company either.  Because of that she regularly takes trips to cities around the world.

History:  Barung's superhuman compassion lead him to notice a change in Atka's behavior before she did.  He figured out she was pregnant way before she started showing any signs.  She tried to hide in Tengoku once she realized she was with child, so that Barung would not feel forced to do anything foolish.  However the JEG commander took her disaperance as distress and he barreled down into Tengoku, demanding Gurien release Atka.  Gurien was completley oblivious to this situation, but he and scores of Crucibles did not take kindly to the intrusion.  Atkanah ended up having to rescue her foolish lover from her own gang and they both flead the city limits, along with their responsibilities.  Barung brought Atka to his grandmother's farm where he had been raised by the tough old broad.

The couple were able to start their own life there on the outskirts of Ba Sing Se and build a little family away from the life of perpetual violence in Jingdou.  It was shortly after that an old JEG comrade named Quan came to Barung to inform him that his old master, Guru Hamash had passed away of old age in the wilderness.  This saddened Barung, but allowed him to finally stop feeling indebted to his old life in Jingdou.

Eska grew up as a happy little farmgirl, sturdy and willful.  Her great grandmother passed away when she was about four and and shortly thereafter she started revealing her skills as an earthbender.  Barung and Atka both believed it to be their little girl to be special, but it wasn't until Atka became pregnant a second time that they realized how special.  A little five-year-old Eska demanded that her mommy start letting her help with chores, and revealed to her parents that she could waterbend the clothing for the wash and airbend it dry.  Overcome with emotion Barung and Atka realized that they had created the world's next avatar. 

Barung and Atka have both forbade Eska from revealing her powers to the world yet, but still allow her to travel and make friends in the cities around the world.  Eska knows that one day she'll have to face the responsibilities of her abilities, but for now she is contented seeing the world, and learning everything she can about the four nations and the Capital City Jingdou. 

Special Talents:  Bending all of the elements.  She is crappy at firebending, but she's still working on that.  However she is very good at contacting past avatars, and loves hearing stories about her Dad as a kid from Guru Hamash.

Who they like better:  She loves her parents too much to choose a favorite.  Shes a total daddy's girl, but her mom is also like her best friend.

Who they take after more:  It's hard to say.  She got her parent's compassion and energy.  I think that when it comes down to it she is more like Atka then Barung, because she not as headstrong and aggressive as Barung.

Personal Head canon:  She is really bad with animals.  She always tries to find an animal companion like Avatars of the past have, but ends up being bitten or scratched.  Even the Ostrich Horses around the farm want nothing to do with her.

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Day seven, where we do Eternal Sunshining

7)  Is there one event or happening in your character would like to erase from their past?  Why?

Amahl:  All the nights when he and Quinn were children and they had to sleep outside.  All the nights where his little brother asked questions about how the world worked, or why they didn't have parents and Amahl had no answers.  All the times he felt like he couldn't do anything to save himself, or save his brother.

Barung:  He has seen some terrible things while a commander in the JEG.  He wishes he could forget the horrid shit he's witnessed Okan doing, he wishes he could erase Tuyen from his past so he wouldn't feel so terribly guilty when he saw her. 

Gurien: He wishes his whole life he could have been "Father Gurien."  He knows that his past was necessary to make him into what he is today, but he is deeply ashamed at having been a member of high society in the past.  

Hamash:  Hamash would never be naive enough to remove anything from his past.  He knows that everything he's seen is necessary to drive him to his ultimate destiny.

Khan:  His father.  Just. . . Completely.  He hates those memories of Ba Sing Se so much, his stupid life before Raikoke.  The only memories he loves from that city were when he was so young he's not sure how real the memories are anymore.

Okan:   Okan would regret one thing above all else.

One day a few years ago, when he was freshly promoted to Commander.  He was on a simple patrol, wearing his full uniform, flashing his medals to the women passing by, really being on top of the world.  A mugging was happening a few feet from him and he decided that it was time to act like the hero he knew he was.  He stepped in and for the first time in as long as he could remember the mugger was faster than him.  The mugger's form was sloppy, his knife sliced through air like the beating wings of a vulture wasp, so quick Okan's eyes could barley follow it.  'What is this?!' he thought, 'since when do fucking goons off the street have the ability to keep up with me?!'  In a moment he found an opening and put the mugger down with a swift punch to his neck, but upon searching the body he found a collection of red crystals and an odd, long pipe.  Okan wishes more than anything that he had not searched that man.  That he could avoid the life of misery and addiction that follows his every move now.  The headaches when he wakes up, his body craving the drugs.  The shivering cold sweats that he has when sitting through long meetings.  The disgusting corners of the city he has to visit to find the damn stuff.  He wishes he had never searched that man, become curious, and later taken his first hit.

Quan:  She regrets loosing the city to the gangs.  She wishes so badly that she would have been able to take down more gangsters, or been able to stop more loses on their side.  She hates remembering the Darkest Day as a loss, she hates it so much.

Wutai:   On the long list of things Wutai wishes would have never happened there is one that really grinds his gears.  Getting caught by Sakari.  That is fucking infuriating to him.

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Charctr Jawn Seis

6)  Describe your character's happiest memory.

POWERING through these things, trying to get to the current date.

Amahl:  He is standing on a beach.  The sand is uneven, large portions have been torn into great shimmering streaks of glass.  The water washes around his feet and he lets out a deep sigh.  He looks down at his little brother, an almost blank expression is on Quinn's face as the messy-haired firebender watches the boat they both see approach the shore again.  This island has been their home for the better part of the year.  Daily attacks and trials have become their reality.  Ninjas cloaked in all black striking while they slept.  Animals of foreign origin let loose on their campsite.  Luili herself appearing and striking them down with bending the likes of a demigod.  But today her boat was calm and she stepped off it looking at the brothers with a smile full of pride; they had passed all of the tests.  Luili's voice was like smoke as it wrapped Amahl and his younger brother in words of praise on becoming the new leaders of Jinhai, and before he could register the joy Quinn leapt up and hugged his brother.  In the warmth of that embrace and in that moment Amahl had become something great, and managed to take his brother with him.  They were now gang leaders, heads of Jinhai, and the world was theirs for the taking.

Barung:  With a final grunt and an enormous heave a huge stone left his arms, flying through the air at his sparring partner.  Khan was already past his limit, but Barung knew full well that was when the bastard was at his most dangerous.  They were both only sixteen, but their skills at bending the earth were far superior to anyone in their age group.  Khan slammed his face into the stone, his forehead tearing the enormous boulder into shale and sending it soaring back to Barung.  And then every stone in the air stopped, and hung like a photograph of that moment.  Their momentum gone the rocks slipped to the ground, shaking and clicking off one another and the boys mentors both stepped in nodding their heads and beaming.  Barung's grandmother patted him on the knee, laughing at the ferocity of which her grandson battled.  He looked across the way at Khan's father showing him a proper stance that would have delivered a finishing blow to his opponent more quickly than a wild storm of shattered rock.  But Khan's mind was elsewhere, both he and Barung could see in one another that they had finally done it together; become master earth benders.  The dinner that night was simple but hearty, and Khan, Barung, Khan's father and Barung's grandmother laughed, drank, and ate to their heart's content.  The four of them would never have a night like that again, but for that one shining moment they all sat and loved one another's company.  For Barung that is the last night of his childhood.

Gurien:  Spending an entire night weeping into the soil at the outskirts of the city left Gurien's face sore.  He had been wracked by nightmares of roots crawling into his veins and his stepmother trying to tear them from his body.  He sat up and rubbed his head, it was throbbing.  What had happened to tear his life so far from what it had been?  It was all that witch's fault.  The thought sent a pulse of rage down his spine, but it settled, he was too exhausted to feel anger.  He reached into his shirt's pocket and removed the sack of coins he had stolen from his home in his hurry to flee.  They were worthless to him now.  Anywhere that he would spend them his stepmother would hear about and find him.  Anywhere he would go that was too shady they would recognize his higher class and brutalize him.  Nobody in this city would take him in, and Gurien knew loneliness like he had never known before.  He tossed the bag into the woods, and with a loud splash it fell behind a bush.  Water!  Gurien climbed shaking to his feet and trampled through the Forrest to the small stream now littered with his coin.  He stuck his face into the water and screamed as loudly as he could, his head came up with tears and a huge thin smile, thankful that he could at least drink something cool.  His eyes caught a glint in the water, the purse of coins was ragged and the coins looked brand new, save one.  It sat like a dusty stone, but it called to him none the less.  It was unremarkable, but in it's structure was a simple calling beauty, four elemental symbols etched around a circular base.  He tried to turn away for a moment, but the coin called for him, it demanded his attention.  He could not comprehend his actions, but he lifted it from the water and held it above his head and then it happened!  The water of the stream stopped and looped around him like a coiling snake, the earth below him shuddered and opened like the womb of gaia granting him entry!  Gurien fell for what felt like a lifetime as his body shuddered with this new unbelievable energy coursing through him!  His descent was stopped by a single trunk of a tree, outstretched towards the opening that Gaia had made for him.  This subterranean tree had caught him and with a smooth movement of his wrist he moved the branch to the cavern's floor with him on it.  This tree had bent to his will as had the water and the ground below him.  Tears of joy began to fall across his face as he arched his head up in awe of his epiphany.  He realized that he needed to abandon the world of man before he could become what he was destined to be; the Father of Gaia.  

Hamash:  In his adult life Hamash has had many good and bad days.  And the Darkest Day of Jingdou is by far one of the worst he can recall, all of the violence and bloodshed and he could do almost nothing to stop it.  But when he left the city with his four followers he turned and asked them if they believed they could truly stop the corrupt, violent city they were leaving.  If this was a task they could accomplish or if they were futile idealists.  They were pensive at first, but all four took a deep breath and looked back at Jingdou before turning to him and one by one dropping onto one knee.  They swore right there that they were convinced that Hamash could end this gang-ridden violence and corruption.  And in that moment the Avatar felt more powerful and confidant than he had in decades.  Hamash remembers that moment with a heart filled with joy and anticipation at the aspect of the world once again being brought to peace.

Khan:  The last one stood there.  Eyes darting between Khan and Barung, like a cornered mouse.  His knees buckled and he turned, sprinting away, screaming for mercy.  Khan blasted off an orb of flame at his feet to keep him running, his booming laugh filling up the slums.  Barung chuckled openly and the pair exchanged nods.  They had just kicked out the last of the slum's middle-class slumlords using the poorest of Jingdou for their profit.  The slums were perfect for the two of them, a lawless place where nobody would give them trouble. Where they could be free.  That night was blazing hot, the city was buzzing with activity, dancers in the street and waterbenders creating fountains for grateful children.  But Khan and Barung lay on their backs in the slums, staring at the stars, surrounded by the crumbling buildings and empty bottles and bowls from the feast the very grateful people of the slums had laid out for them.  They both passed back and forth a huge gourde full of liquor they had tore off the backs of one of the deposed slum lords.  In this moment Khan had first felt the reassuring rush of the freedom he had sought out for what felt like his lifetime.  The slums were free, liberated by he and Barung, and now they were his home.  

"Ah've gaht it, Barung."  Khan rolled his massive bulk over and looked to his friend, "Wha'll cahl arselves Raikoke."

"Hmm, you mean like that volcano?"  Barung brushed the hair in his eyes back and nodded, "Raikoke is a good name.  We'll be the Order of Raikoke."  Khan burst into laughter, drunken guffaws rolled across the slums and he sat up.

"Heh. . . Ordar. . . Das a fukin funny," and he gripped up the gourde and finished it off.

Okan: "Happy memory?  Ha!  That's a fucking joke, right?  Life is suffering, and I am an agent of that pain.  The happiest I've been recently?  Well that's easy, some know-it-all solider told me he could do my job ten times over because he could firebend, and I caved his fucking skull in with the bench that he was sitting on.  The look on his face when he couldn't focus for two seconds and get a fire punch going was priceless.  Like a roosterpig that just realized it can't fly fast enough to escape a cleaver.  Wide-eyed terror and then. . . Crunch."  

Quan:  The flames around her rose, roaring for her blood.  That wasn't normal fire, that was ashbird fire.  The warehouse they had found themselves in was burning hotter by the second.  Quan would worry about weather or not the scores of Ashbird grunts she had to cut through to get to this point would escape the flames, but she couldn't afford to loose focus.  She saw the swordsman before her, a Raptor in the Ashbirds ranks.  She heard the whaling of sirens all around her as the JEG and the allied nations attempted to destroy hundreds like him.  Where she stood now was not a place of power, her muscles were roaring and her instincts were to flee, her ice would be useless with the air this hot.  She made eye contact with the blackhaired ashbird swordsman and pointed her blade at his heart.  He smirked, and mimicked her stance.  Quan sprung and they began the dance known to swordsmen across the globe.  And as her body and his sliced across the air, the flames screamed at the sky, like a roman crowd demanding blood.  They were warriors of body and steel, clashing on equal footing, neither standing down for a second.  And in that blissful warfare Quan felt complete and content.

Wutai:    "Three years ago when my little sister had gotten a day off from university I went to visit her at Ba Sing Se Academy.  She was excited to see me and together we set off into the city, exploring shops and tea and restaurants, laughing and enjoying the city.  She was so happy to hear about my work in the fire nation and although it was really an unremarkable day. . . we were both so happy that the day just feels. . . Ideal.  I still go back and visit some of those shops to remember what we once had.  Before the city took her from me.  She was just. . . In the wrong place at the wrong time."  He shook his head and left the tea shop, sharing memories of Ba Sing Se had become too much and he needed fresh air.

It took two seconds for his leader to find him, and place a warm shawl around his shoulders smiling at him.  Sakari spoke, "That was a really sweet story."

Wutai remained silent, wrapping the shawl tighter around his arms.

"And not a syllable of it was true."  Sakari tightened her lips and glared at him.

"Absolutely not,"  Wutai leaned against a wall, "The real story is far more interesting."

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CHAllenge JawN dAY FouR

4)  How Vain is your Character?  Do they find themselves attractive?

Amahl:  The vanity seen from Amahl is almost 100% for public show.  His clothes his swagger, they are all for a purpose.  He sees himself as necessary, and not really concerned with physical attraction.

Barung:  Sure, Barung thinks he'll be a good father some day and he's a big handsome man.  But he doesn't really dwell on it.

Gurien:  He is the most self-obsessed character I've ever had.  He loved himself as a nobleman's son and he loves himself as a gang leader.  He believes in Gaia and its strength, but he sees himself as the only man capable of controlling Crucible.  He also sees his duel bending as a gift from Gaia, making him the messiah of Gaia.

Hamash:  Hahahaha, he's a spiritual master, Vanity is not in his dictionary.

Khan: Oh fuck yeah.  Khan thinks in terms of badass tropes, so a huge fucking dudewith a scar and a muscles for days is exactly what all the ladies want.  Yup.

Okan:   He thinks he's the hotness, the JEG's hero golden boy.  He doesn't love the signs of addiction he sees in his face, but he ignores them mostly.

Quan:  Uhh. . . Sure she probably has a more feminine side, and likes the way she looks.  I bet Quan can work it.

Wutai:    He loves the way he looks.  He'd fuck himself if it was possible.

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Day 3 of character building jawnski

3) Name one scar your character has, and tell us where it came from.  If they don't have any, is there a reason?

Amahl:  his most prominent scars are on the palms of his hands, because of the constant re-opening of the skin in his palms for use of his bending.  Even as he is more skilled and able to use his blood-healing techniques to seal the wounds quickly the scar tissue is still very visible.

Barung:  his body has a choice number of scars.  But there is an injury to his ribs on the right where khan caved them in a fight when the two were younger.  Barung has healed fine, but Khan taunts him with the injury and with the memory when the two face off.

Gurien: Gurien's only scars are those he's delivered onto himself to show off his devotion to Gaia through various rituals.  He would far rather let his gang members fight for him, keeping his strength for when it's truly needed.

Hamash:  An old man Hamash has seen his share of training exercises and combat.  But none holds special meaning to him, he is not a man who counts his scars or measures his life in pain.  However he is very aware of his body, he's an older man and he's loosing his physical prowess he possessed as a young man.  He is, however, still an Avatar.

Khan:  The huge scar draped across his chest he wears proudly was delivered to him by Barung.  Barung's family has a bending skill he keeps secret, and during the time skip he used that technique against Khan, while the JEG commanders tried to put Khan down.  Barung couldn't go for the killing blow, which is the only reason Khan survived.  Looking at the scar Khan knows that Barung is technically more skilled at earthbending, which is what drives Khan to become more brutally powerful at his firebending and his magmabending.

Okan:  The number of scars you get with a mouth like Okans. . . One of the more prominent ones was slightly after he initially joined the JEG.  He was stationed under a brutal waterbending squad leader who saw Okan as dead weight in his squad and would do everything in his power to attempt to make Okan give up.  When Okan runs his fingertips along one particular scar he received from the beatings his squad leader handed down he remembers all the suffering he endured having such aspirations but no bending skills to back them up.  

Quan:  The scar across her eye is very prominent, but she's very quiet about it.  It was given to her by Luili, the former commander of the Jinhai.  It is never entirely clear if those two are heated rivals or former best friends or something else entirely.  But Quan's impaired visual state does not slow her down, and one day she'll give a scar back to Luili to match her own.

Wutai:  His torso has two stab wounds just under his ribs, he got them in a mugging somewhere in the fire nation in what seemed like a lifetime ago.  The stab wounds are important to him, but nobody really knows why or what their story is.  Wutai knows that it's not the mugging that means so much to him, but the man who saved his life who does.