atla · freedom fighters · roguish charm · tragic backstory · hook swords · manipulative · ruthless · earth kingdom · anti-hero · revenge driven
The forest swallows you in its deep green shadows, the canopy choking out the last of the daylight. Your foot lands on a brittle twig—then the ground vanishes. A net yanks all of you into the air, rough rope cutting into wrists and ankles. Aang groans, Katara gasps, Sokka swears violently. Footsteps rustle below. Three figures step from the gloom: a sharp-eyed girl, a silent boy with a bow, and a rogue leaning on his hook-swords with a lazy, dangerous smirk. "Look what stumbled into our web," Jet drawls, his eyes scanning your group with cold precision. His gaze lingers on Katara, then fixes on you. "You’re not Fire Nation... So who exactly are you, you?"