Varoen Hai Rijo

[Varoen]

Varoen

Basic Info

Birth name; Varoen Hai Rijo
Age && date of birth; 23, August 23rd 409A.W.
Gender; Male
Bending Element; Water
Bending/Non-Bending Level; Advanced Waterbender, Intermediate Swordsman
Alias; Rogue Tide

Appearance

hair color;Black
Eye color; light brown
Height; 5’6”
Weight; 187 pounds
Appearance;Varoen is a shorter man standing at only five feet six inches with hair that until recently was the length of his back and kept in a single braid. He decided that until his mothers death could be avenged, he would not cut it and after the defeat of the Fire Lord, he cut it to a little less than shoulder length. After spending time in The Pit of Tears Var was so stressed and pressed to his wits end that two of locks of hair on either side of his head turned white. He has a slender face with rough piercings in both ears and light brown eyes the color of sand. Wearing mostly black since the encounter with the Fire Lord, Varoen has taken to wearing tighter fitting clothes to match a smoother style of fighting as well as learning from past mistakes of giving the enemy a handhold on him. Over his basic black tunic and trousers he wears a long flowing overcoat that has since replaced his traveling cloak as it is both thicker and offers slightly more protection. He also added a hood to the coat because it both added an air of mystery about him when meeting with someone and it was habit to have resting against his back.

His body is small and lanky, offering up the appearance of an easy fight but Varoen keeps himself well trained, his muscles tight and toned in order to defend himself. He keeps the appearance of a weakling to trick others into attacking foolishly so that he might gain the upper hand. Concealed beneath his coat he carries Splash Steel, his long sword, and the only heirloom of his family. Engraved down the blade of the sword are the words ‘May the Life Water Flow’ which is a simple asking of blood. The blade itself is a light blue and straight edged. In the bottom of the pommel is set a sapphire cut into a four sided diamond shape, which was pointed on the bottom. Ideal for stabbing someone as well as decoration. Other than the sword, which he relies on only in an emergency are his throwing daggers. Five run down the length of both of his pant legs in specially designed sheaths to blend into and move with the fabric. Across his waist at his back is his now single war dagger which is a simple foot long narrow triangular blade with a down angled cross guard above the hilt so as deflect blows to his hands easily. In the center of the cross guard is an image of a small flame inside of a drop of water. On the top of his left hand can be found a tattoo of a flame, while on his right, the drop of water; both stand as symbols of his heritage and are equally represented on his favored weapon. The war dagger has a twin that he used to fight with as well, but that weapon now rests in the hands of an Airbender named Alena who was his student in bladed combat; the dagger a gift for the graduation of the student. On the hilt of both daggers flies a torn brown piece of cloth, a gift from the girl so that the two are always connected.

Traits

likes;

• Quiet
  
• Water
  
• Laughing
  
• Spicy Food
  
• Airbenders
  

dislikes;

• The Dark
  
• Large crowds
  
• Fighting
  
• Recklessness
  
• Repeating himself
  

Overall Personality;Varoen is a very laid back kind of guy and as his bending element he enjoys going with the flow. In an almost constant Zen state of mind he hates fighting and only does so when he needs to and has been well versed in the art of combat so that he can survive. He has never been an extremely outspoken person and will only say what he feels he needs to and nothing more, unless he enjoys the persons company in which case he will engage them in conversation covering any topic. He is slow to trust anyone and his time in The Pit of Tears only furthered his reasons to keep to himself. Speaking with Alena and letting his emotions get the better of him only posed him as victim to a psychological punishment the likes of which still haunt him from time to time.

Of the few people he trusts, there are his comrades in The Execution Squad and most specifically the Airbenders Aiden and Alena as well as their leaders Sanosuke. They are the only people that he trusts enough to let his guard down around and to perhaps even let a smile crack his stoic features from time to time. He especially trusts and holds an equal level of respect for the woman who was his teacher in the art of Waterbending, another member of the Execution Squad, Aryana.

Var has a caring side and could even be called compassionate if he ever let it show. More often than not he conveys the appearance of the uninterested observer and is bluntly honest in all opinions, leaving nothing he feels to himself.

He walks a line of neither good nor evil and seeks to further his own agenda whatever it might be at the time and with a mind equal to the swiftness of a coursing river he will do what he can to help others, though it is not his priority. Anger rarely mars his expression and with a temper that is slow to rise and as fearsome as a great typhoon, it can come at others with the strength of a raging fire. Though not overly complex, Varoen tries to be as mysterious as the dark side of the moon when interacting with those he does not know, so as to keep them on their toes. For all those who could fear his temper, or his appearance when first meeting him, he has only one thing to tell them: Be A Man!

History Info

Home Country; The Earth Kingdom, near Chameleon Bay.
siblings; None.
history; Born in 409A.W. from the union of a woman of the Fire Nation and a man of the Northern Water Tribe Varoen grew up with his parents in the Earth Kingdom in a small village on Chameleon Bay where his father was a fisherman. He did not know much of his parents past, but it really did not matter for the small child. The most he knew of his parents was that they were benders, both of them, and he had inherited his father’s ability of Waterbending. As a small child Varoen was taught by his father when he was not at sea and he learned well, often practicing when he had free time. The lessons did not last long though, perhaps a year, when the boy was six years old and a storm swept in and claimed his father’s life while providing for his family. The storm had come and gone quickly, causing the waves to lash out violently and destroyed much of the village. Var’s mother held out hope for months that somehow the man had survived and the village cared for the grieving family. Death was not something he was used to and expected his family to return from this place that he had gone someday, but as he got older he came to understand.

Meanwhile his mother slowly broke down, causing her to become dependant on her young son for support and by the age of nine the roles they played in life reversed, so that Varoen was parent and she was child again. He did not mind, he felt useful, happy that his mother needed him. Var often sacrificed time to play with some of the other children in the village to help his mother who rarely spoke these days and seemed as though she were an empty vessel, though he knew she was still there somewhere. This role reversal went on for another year when a letter stamped with the seal of The Fire Nation arrived for Lanandha. Varoen never got the chance to read what was printed on the page, but it seemed to snap the woman out of her depression as she read, a sense of purpose returning to her eyes after so long in a haze. She told him that she had to leave and that she would come back to him someday, apologizing for neglecting the needs of the small boy and depriving him of a childhood. The woman took a sword, his father’s weapon that Var had no knowledge of until this point and began packing.

Only taking a pack Lanandha then packed Varoen for the trip. At first he thought he would be accompanying his mother on this trip, but she soon told him his destination. She traveled with her son across the breadth of the broken Earth Kingdom and took him to a small harbor outside of Ba-Sing-Se. There she purchased passage to The Northern Water Tribe for Var and herself and, after what felt like an eternity to the young boy they arrived at the glacier. The difference from where he had grown up to where he was now was so vast that he could not even comprehend living in someplace as remote as this as he shivered uncontrollably. Lanandha took her son to the family of her departed husband, Varoens grandparents where he was to live for most of his teenage life and was to be continued in the training of Waterbending.

Though he had friends Var took to solitude most of the time, neglecting his training, though he often spent time with the girls of the village learning the healing art. He believed in being versatile in his abilities and eventually became very good in the art of healing while his bending abilities were somewhat lacking. Basic forms and techniques that most boys half his age could accomplish were the only skills he truly had mastered. He was not lazy or neglecting his studies, his life merely felt empty now that his mother was gone. Needing him to care for her he had felt a sense of purpose and enjoyed helping her. He had higher dreams in life than simply caring for her yes, but he also enjoyed feeling useful.

Another eight years passed in The Northern Water Tribe and Varoen aged, his skill in Waterbending had grown little, though he had taken up the art of the sword and trained as often as possible with the warriors of their lands. The repetitive movements seemed natural to him and he began fighting with a dagger, preferring the closeness of the combat experience. Slipping inside the defenses of the enemy, where the majority of their attacks would be useless, seemed a preferable style of fighting, requiring little effort, but greater skill that allowed him an ability to focus on his tasks. In between training sessions he would work in the trade of his father, whom he found out had been a warrior for the tribe in his early years. Var had a small boat from which he fished and earned a living for himself, having moved out of his grandparent’s home at the age of sixteen.

To commemorate his training with the dagger Varoen commissioned the smith of the tribe to create two blades, war daggers, with which to practice and defend himself if need be. In the middle of his eighteenth year, shortly after receiving his weapons, was when things changed for him. A woman from far away came for him, dressed in furs and looking to be of an outlandish nature she asked only that he come with her for a greater purpose than that of a fisherman. The woman embraced him and revealed herself to be his mother after so many years. She promised him a position in The Fire Nation which would change the course of his life and allow him to live rather than simply exist. Saying goodbye to the few people he knew Varoen put the essentials in a pack for the second time in his life and went with his mother out of the tribe as they had entered.

The Execution Squad offered a far different life than what Varoen was used to. He told his mother of his life over the past eight years and hearing of his training among the warriors only made her smile. Knowing that in a past life before his father Lanandha had been an assassin for the Fire Lord somehow tore down the image of who he thought his mother was and replaced her with a stranger. There was a dangerous gleam in her eyes and fluidity to her movements that suggested a great deal of skill. On their passage Varoen was taught additional skills by this new woman including how to properly throw daggers for maximum damage, as well as techniques for fighting against numbers. He began to get to know his mother again on the way to the Fire Nation and was promised to meet the Fire Lord after he had first proven himself to a man called Sanosuke, the leader of The Execution Squad.

One mission was all Varoen was ever able to complete however. A woman who was stirring up trouble in the islands was his target and he dealt with her swiftly. It was night when he walked the halls of the squad’s compound where he told his mother of the success of his mission. A clatter arose from down the hall followed by a scream of pain, a child’s voice. A ball of fire erupted from a doorway, throwing a young boy of seven years at the most across the hall, dead. The two stood frozen in shock for several moments as an officer of The Fire Nation stepped out of the room with six soldiers dressed for combat. Lanandha stepped forward, demanding an answer for this attack on the boy when three of the soldiers stepped forward, hurling balls of flame at both her and Varoen. They dropped to the floor and his mother turned to him long enough unclasp the sword, Splash Steel she called it, and throw it to him. Her last words to him ‘Varoen, run!’

Standing rooted to the spot Var held the sword as his mother flicked a concealed stiletto at one of the soldiers, catching the thin blade between helm and breastplate, firmly in the neck. A jet of blood squirted from the mans neck as he fell dead. She then tossed two balls of flame at the two remaining soldiers as she ran forward, causing them to dodge to the sides as she closed in. With one hand she concentrated a ball of intense flame and thrust it into the mans abdomen when it melted through his armor and into his flesh, causing him to writhe in pain for only a brief moment as his screams filled the hall. The other she took care of in a manner similar to the first; a stiletto to the jugular as he recovered his feet. Lanandha then turned to look at Varoen again, her features touched by anger ‘Run!’ she commanded to him. Varoen only nodded and turned, his feet carrying him quickly. As he rounded a corner he paused to look back only to see his mother detained for warning him, the officer stood over the short woman and shook his head as if disgusted before running his sword through her and wrenching it down to let her insides spill out onto the ground before her.

Var’ eyes widened as anger and pain coursed through him, a yell escaping his lips and catching the attention of the men who murdered his mother. He prepared to charge the men, only stopping in the face of more soldiers appearing at the far end of the hallway. He turned and fled, despising himself for such weakness as the acute sounds of death and the dying wailed around him. Bodies and blood lay about him the further he went through the sanctuary, many of the faces ones he had met. Anger flowed through him at the site of his new family dead before him. He stalked the halls for several minutes, catching lone soldiers and slaughtering them for the crimes they committed, hoping they would plead for their lives. Returning to his room only for his mask, Var caught sight of two men fleeing the building, recognizing one as their leader, Sanosuke.

Following them out he lost him and the man he seemed to carry in the streets, where Var ducked through alley after alley until he at last wandered the plains. From there, in an almost blind haze he stumbled until he came across a small port town. Hiding his mask inside his cloak along with his weapons he bought passage to The Allied Earth States. From there he followed Sanosukes trail, always seeming to be one step behind, always catching vague hints of a man of his description passing through some town. Finally he caught up to him, following the man into a dead end alley. Upon reaching it he starred at the opposite end, and walked in to see if there was perhaps another exit. Sanosuke fell on him, thinking Varoen an assassin from The Fire Nation and only a quick tongue saved his skin. He explained that he was of the Execution Squad and wished to seek vengeance on the Fire Lord for what he had done. The man took Var to where the squads other remaining members were meeting and, together, the four of them hatched a plan to get more than revenge.

Varoen acted as envoy from the squad to many of the factions of the world and brought back with him troops who would back them in their military campaign as did other members. In the time that they grew Var gained a couple of friends, one being the sarcastic smartass Airbender whose company that he often enjoys, Aiden, the other, another Airbender, Alena. Another person, a Waterbender specifically, by the name of Aryana became a trusted friend as well teacher to him in his time in the Squad. Being stronger in his sword arts than those of bending hurt him on the field of battle and a particularly nasty trip to the Fire Nation which pitted him against a Firebender known only as the General, convinced him that he needed training. With this woman, as unorthodox as it was from where he had grown up, he was taught much more about the bending arts and, with the eventual taking of the Fire Nation lands, he even surpassed her in ability. Though he does hold a higher skill now, he respects her as both teacher and friend and would trust her at her back in battle at any time. Both became his close friends and allies and something about Alena that draws him to her and he is not sure why, but he trusts her. Trust had its consequences for him however and The Pit of Tears was his reward. To ensure that members of the squad knew their place and stayed loyal Sanosuke developed a torturous pit which would break the prisoner both mentally and physically, pushing them beyond sleep and bringing their worst nightmares to life through sleep deprivation. Var came from the pit more wary of people around him, less eager to trust those and, though he hopes it is his imagination, he often sees his mother with her dying wound still flowing freely from time to time.

The squad’s numbers grew and then, after more than a years careful planning, they made their move. In a quick attack while the main army was caught in a deception that would be their downfall, the Execution Squad and their force of troops that they had gained invaded and took the lands that belonged to the Fire Nation. Led by the soldiers that they had gained from the Fire Nation army the Execution Squad was led into the capital city and taken before the Fire Lord where they were freed and, after a short and pointless battle with the overwhelmed Firebender, he was taken hostage, his hands removed and shackled for his city to see. Placed on the steps of his palace Sanosuke proclaimed to the people that they were now members of The Burning Legion and that Fire Nation tyranny was at an end. Taking the Fire Lords head, the people cheered and the rule of The Execution Squad began.

Now broken up into various regions for members of the squad to oversee as regional governors, Varoen has taken his duties in the White Water Coast region which is made up of the archipelago of islands stretching towards The Allied Earth States. He is currently in charge of uniting their growing navy and sending out troops to assist with the battles against The Spirit Rift and the creatures spilling forth from it. Var hated the mistakes of past egotistical dumbasses on a power trip. Getting rid of The Avatar… how stupid do you have to be to try something like that? He couldn’t wait until the new Avatar arrived to take this responsibility off his hands so that he could go fight it himself. Until that time, he was thoroughly bored with his position. Overseeing a region of a country is nothing compared to the excitement of inciting rebellion.

Other Stuffs

Varoen enjoys pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.

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