#hamash

*Las calumnias del Fiscal Penal Internacional contra Hamás...*

1- Equiparó la verdad con la falsedad y equiparó a la víctima con el verdugo

2- Adoptó la narrativa israelí sobre los acontecimientos del 7 de octubre, que el estado ocupante no pudo probar, y su narrativa fue refutada por la prensa internacional debido a la falta de pruebas...

3- Habló sin justicia. Visitó el estado ocupante y no visitó Gaza.

4- Acusar a Hamás de actos atroces como la violación y el asesinato de niños y mujeres. Todo el mundo sabe que Hamás es islámico y que en la religión islámica no está permitido llevar a cabo estos actos. Tratar con prisioneros es la mejor prueba.

5- Dijo que no está permitido tomar como rehenes a civiles. Se sabe que todo el que reside en el estado de la entidad es soldado y no hay un solo civil que haya servido en el ejército y porte armas. dejar a los niños sin sus madres que sirvieron en el ejército de ocupación.

6- No habló de las causas de los hechos del 7 de octubre.

7- No habló de los miles de prisioneros palestinos en las cárceles israelíes y de sus torturas.

8- No habló de los crímenes de la ocupación en Jerusalén, asesinatos y abusos.

9- No habló del asedio a Gaza durante 17 años sin salir de la Franja de Gaza

10- No habló de las masacres, incluido el asesinato de niños y mujeres, la mutilación de cuerpos de civiles y el robo de algunos de ellos.

12- No habló de la destrucción de Gaza para que ya no fuera apta para la vida normal y las necesidades para la vida ya no existieran allí.

13- No habló de asentamientos, confiscación de tierras palestinas y destrucción de sus hogares en Cisjordania.

14- No habló sobre el uso por parte del ejército de ocupación de armas internacionalmente prohibidas.

15. No habló de que Estados Unidos, Gran Bretaña, Francia y Alemania suministraran armas al ejército de ocupación para matar palestinos.

16- No habló de la destrucción de hospitales, escuelas, universidades, mezquitas, iglesias y centros de la UNRWA.

17- No habló del asesinato de médicos, periodistas y misiones internacionales de ayuda y alimentación.

18- No habló de impedir que Israel entre en la prensa internacional para documentar lo que pasó y está pasando

19- No fue justo cuando equiparó un ejército fuertemente armado con aviones, tanques e infantería a cambio de una resistencia con armas primitivas.

20- No dijo que el estado ocupante se basa en una ocupación ilegal, que Gaza está ocupada y que el ocupante es responsable de sus crímenes.

21- Más bien se olvidó de la ley de las Naciones Unidas y no estuvo de acuerdo con ella en que la resistencia es dentro de un país ocupado y que las leyes no lo impiden.

22- Emitió memorandos a dirigentes de Hamás sin sustento legal y sin refutar los artículos legales que así lo permiten.

23- La conferencia del Fiscal General está sesgada hacia Israel y contiene el aliento de la administración estadounidense y las amenazas del Congreso de los Estados Unidos a las que respondió

24- El Fiscal se centró únicamente en el asedio y el hambre y no mencionó la matanza de niños y mujeres, el abuso de civiles y la destrucción que se produjo en Gaza.

25- Lo único que quiere el fiscal es insultar a los palestinos y a Hamas para distorsionar la resistencia frente a sus partidarios en la calle internacional occidental, las universidades y los liberales...

26 - Exigió la emisión de una orden de arresto para dos miembros del gobierno de ocupación y tres líderes de Hamás... ¿Qué tan gracioso es eso? ¿Por qué no exigió a todos los miembros del gobierno de ocupación y a los líderes del ejército que exigieron la eliminación de Gaza? la Tierra, y algunos de ellos exigieron el lanzamiento de una bomba nuclear?

¿Es esta justicia... o la justicia del falso sionismo que controla todas las instalaciones de las Naciones Unidas...?

10)  Can you define a turning point in your character's life?

Some of these may sound a little cliche'd but i had to work through this one, i writers block-ed pretty hard on it

Amahl:  The day he and his brother walked to the roof of the Jinhai complex and looked over the city with his brother and was a gang leader; one of the most powerful men in the city.

Barung:  The day he knew he couldn't live in the slums anymore.  The day he saw his closest and dearest friend tear a squad of JEG apart for attacking one of their gang-mates.  The day he saw a fire behind Khan's eyes and a lust for gore that he could not live with.

Gurien: The day his fallen form looked into the eyes of Gaia and found his true form and true power

Hamash:  The day he looked down at Aang's city burning.  Knowing that the premature actions of his fellow councilmen lead to a scenario in which the gangs would gain more power than anyone could have ever seen.  And that given their new power and status he would be the only one capable of undoing them all.

Khan:  The day he looked across the slums and saw Barung in a JEG uniform.

Okan:  The day of Jingdou's gang assault by the city's forces.  The second of illuminating silence where he realized that the city was doomed, and that there was only one place for him: at the very top.  It was crushing to know that Ru Shi would get the promotion over him, to captain of the JEG, but it only served as greater motivation.  

Quan:  The day that the bureaucracy of the JEG failed her and she found a higher calling to swing her blade for.

8) Day of favorites!  Whats your character's favorite ice cream flavor?  Color?  Song?  Flower?

Okay i'm changing this a little, no offense to the creator, i love the list, i'm just tweaking today. 

So we'll be discussing favorite:  Ice Cream Flavor, Color, Song, Movie, and Drink

Movie and song are going to be set in MODERN DAY not JINGDOU because then i'd just be making up fake plays and music and that shit is silly.

Amahl

IC Flav:  He actually perfers water ice, mango flavored

Color:  Strong Ruby Red

Song:  Amahl is such a fucking hipster.  He loves catchy hip hop because he can dance to it, but he only gets really into underground artists, so he loves '212' by Azelia Banks http://youtu.be/lVXmGKOUVYk

Movie:  Quinn always loved watching Aladdin as a child growing up, and demanded watching it over and over again, because the Genie cracked him up.  Over time he eventually grew to love it as well.

Drink:  A nice, strong tea, the blacker the better

Barung

IC Flav:  Vanilla and Chocolate combined or swirled

Color:  Silver is always a very cool color for him

Song:  Suprisingly enough to his calm, caring outer appearance Barung is far more rough when it comes to his music.  A call-back to his wilder youth his favorite artists are still bands like Rage Against the Machine and System of a Down.  His favorite track of all time is 'Holy Mountains' by SoaD http://youtu.be/X-bNqBjKrQI

Movie: Barung is obsessed with old Kung Fu movies.  The cheesier the better.  A special place in his heart is dedicated to the Jackie Chan classic Drunken Master

Drink:  Black and White Milk Shake (with protien added)

Gurien

IC Flav:  Gurien does not eat any of that processed crap

Color:  Deep brown, it makes him feel content

Song:  Gurien enjoys music wtih a sense of purpose entwined into the lyrics and melody.  He responds strongly when there is less pop and more message.  His favorite of these songs is Matisyahu's Youth.  http://youtu.be/k9Kf4esMvdE

Movie:  He loves fight club, despite how common of an answer that is.  He loves the ending, and often just sits back and daydreams about how great it would be if he could pull something similar off.

Drink:   Fresh squeazed juice, literally squeezing it into his mouth from the fruit using his bending.  He dosn't do it in public much because it looks silly.

Hamash

IC Flav:  Rum Rasin, cause that's an old man flavor.  

Color:  Every color found in a purple sky, that whole range from sunset to mauve

Song:  Hamash is like an aged hippy but he's a big Beatles guy, with a special place in his heart for the Sgt. Peppers album.  So he'll pick the title track, 'Sgt. Peppers Lonely Heart Club Band' http://youtu.be/Xj2bmQ4P4cM

Movie:  He loved the first Matrix for its fantastic visualization of the philosophical concept of The Cave, and it will always be one of his favorites.  But he hates the rest of the trillogy.

Drink:   ice cold milk.  Sometimes he makes a smoothie with bananas and onions added to fresh milk, the Hamash Guru Special.

Khan

IC Flav:  Khan LOATHES sweets, but a strong bitter european chocolate is his style

Color:  Red is perfect for Khan.  

Song:  A man of simple tastes, Khan likes his music loud and hype.  LMFAO and Lil Jon's 'Outta Your Mind' http://youtu.be/BuzHnq_2vpQ

Movie:  Riki-Oh.  if you don't know it, look it up and you'll get it.  

Drink:   Alchohol.  ALL OF IT

Okan

IC Flav:  Chocolate chip cookie dough.  It has little fucking bits of raw cookie dough in it, who the fuck would not love it?  If that's not your favorite something is seriously fucking wrong wtih you.

Color: Crimson  

Song:  He digs really rough rap.  The more agressive the better, it gets him really pumped up.  His personal favorite is Bonfire by Childish Gambino.  http://youtu.be/vURXoPnN0m4

Movie:  Snatch.  It's hilarious, it's got great action, it's really interesting story-wise.  Okan just eats that film up, and he adores quoting it.  

Drink:  Okan loves tomatoe juice done in the stlye of a bloody mary, with horseradish and tobasco, a real spicy order.  He just fucking downs that shit like mad whenever he goes out.

Quan

IC Flav:  Strawberry.  Simple and sweet.

Color:  White, she loves the pure look of a really clean white

Song:  She trains in absolute silence, so when it comes to music it's mostly for hanging out and having fun.  She's a fan of smooth less-gangster Rap so she goes for Drake (and has a serious crush on him.)  Favorite song; 'Best I Ever Had' by Drake http://youtu.be/PKEQLyBvVXs

Movie:  The Avengers.  She is a sucker for that huge NYC battle with all those dudes running around taking out aliens.

Drink:  Water.  She dosn't really like booze and she can weaponize water faster than you can say "Jesus Quan do you ever calm down?!" 

Wutai

IC Flav:  Wutai loves picking out sherberts and sorbets of different fruity flavors and combining a scoop of each into a bowl.  He's especially fond of rasberry.

Color:  He loves the loud-blue of the airbender tatoos

Song:  He loves classical music, and loves lording it over people.  However he secretly likes modern music just as much, so to compensate his favorites song is a classical cover of Skrillex's 'Suite' by the Kaleidoscope Orchestra http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbvFBKlexC4

Movie:  Layer Cake.  He loves it, for reasons not important.

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.

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.

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.