FIRE & BLOOD

base. 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂 — what intention, drive or secret underlies the way your character presents themselves to the public?

yuri feels she is a thousand faces held together by what she can only fathom as good intentions. as an army general, she leads by example, embodying strength, discipline, and control. to the ruthless general, nothing is what it seems, and it is in accepting it that sets one apart. she believes that strength can be terrible, that there is freedom in discipline, and that there is beauty in control. although her methods to demonstrate them are not entirely amicable, some even think them retribution than a lesson, she stands by it without any doubt.

as a princess, the harshness becomes all but hearsay, possessing a bewitching face worth going to war for. every look, every smile, and every gentle word is for family. while she capitalizes on might as a warrior, yuri plays to her femininity in court. she understands that power takes many forms, that not every war is fought with weapons on the battlefield, and that one misunderstood gesture can topple down what has been built and strengthen for years.

eye holes. 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐓 — if your character were to manipulate someone to their will, what methods would they employ?

yuri is very particular about how she convinces someone. she thinks human are complex, layers upon layers of nuances, honed by the multiple factors. as much as she can, she does not put herself in the middle of the deception. she peels the layers, the milieu, the context, and the very world the person lives in. she ties red strings around the wrist of those around them, paints over the canvasses that is their environment to the hues and shades she prefers, and takes control of the pace and the timeline as she sees fit. while the target believes they are still making their own decision, when the curtains are drawn, they'd come to realize that they are exactly where the princess wants them to be.

nose piece. 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 — what is your character’s most used coping mechanism?

there are significant events in yuri's childhood adolescent years that have were subjected to repression. believed by most to be mature and wise, yuri held great control over her emotions growing up. not a tantrum, or complain was heard from the princess ever. she did what is expected of her without so much as the fire lord and the fire lady needing to give her knowing looks. there was no an instance when she needed to be taught a lesson, because the princess demonstrated wisdom way beyond her years, taking it upon herself to do only what is right. the princess has not committed any mistakes. but in the rare instances that she has, they were severe. her involvement always dealt with, the mess cleaned up. to this very day, not a soul alive, not even the princess, admits knows of any problem she had caused. there is no secret to be uncovered if the slip-ups simply did not exist.

mouth opening. 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐔𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄 — describe your character’s typical manner of speech — their accent, pace, cadence, loudness, etc.

yuri speaks in the language of the fire nation with a hari bulkan accent. her tone is often assertive, some say imposing and all-knowing, especially when she delivers her words in her calm, low-pitch voice. in court and amongst the ranks, she speaks formally, straight-to-the-point and impersonal. her tone low and dominating, not a stutter or filler whenever she speaks. with people she is comfortable with, she has the tendency to speak more casually, tone more amiable. it's rare for the princess to raise her voice, not even when she is delivery a good scolding, or when arguing her case.

embellishments. 𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 — which items of jewelry is your character fond of? | 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 — does your character have a signature piece or accessory that they frequently wear? if so, what significance does this piece have? if not, why so?

yuri is fond of wearing floral hair ornaments. she can be seen sporting them when she's not in uniform, in gatherings, and special ocassions. she has them in varying styles, kinds, and colors. they are intricately made by hand based on the princess' instruction, inspired by the fire nation's flora, especially rare ones not typically seen in the cities. she wears two notable pieces, one with gold five-petaled flowers adorned with pearls and entwined with green flowerlets, and lilac-dyed glass shards blooms and leaf-shaped beads perched on vines. the two hair ornaments were inspired by the first flowers she read on books and sought all by herself to see in person.

fastenings. 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 — what is your character’s worst fear, insecurity or vulnerability?

yuri brings herself to move, surrendering to the unfortunate thought that she will not find repose. she makes an effort to take her time, easing into the shift in her position. the zest coursing through her body was starting to frustrate her. there are a great deal of things going through her mind as it is. slowly, she tells herself. the last thing she needs is to be driven mad by her own... anxiousness. was it really that? with deep breaths, she tries to focus. the ground against her soles, firm and stable, the air calming and quenching the fury inside her. it takes longer just to convince herself that this is home. that the room will not set itself ablaze and shatter into an infinite number of pieces before her eyes. she looks at her hands, lifting them high enough to be examined closely. she stares long and hard, wills for her lightning to come only to be met by a disappointing burst of blue flame.

her lightning is gone.

the thought alone was enough to send yuri to embrace the burning she feels inside her, indulge its urges to turn her back from stillness. in no time, she was out of bed, slipping through guarded hallways, and plunging into the darkness to go see her dragon. she could see black fire's silhouette stir from the dim-lit distance. his vicious features growing clearer as she came close, faintly illuminated by her blue flames. the majestic creature lowers its head to meet her hands, and closes its eyes along with her as she presses her forehead against the edge of his muzzle. a habit of sorts that brings her, and perhaps even black fire himself, comfort. the discontent draws on her features, eyes still shut tight. it took my lightning, she thinks to herself. black fire lets out a low rumble, moving its head back and nudges forward lightly, making yuri lose her footing and fall back to the ground with a thud.

"naughty ball of soot !" yuri calls out with a light laugh, her worries had fallen away along with her. she feigns annoyance, brows knitting as she hissed -- an attempt to scold black fire. but even that pretense goes away quickly as she grabs the enormity that is her dragon's muzzle. she presses her forehead against it once more before she whispers, "you owe me..." she climbs up his limb to the saddle, and disappears into the darkness of the night. the princess recounts what she supposed was a short encounter that turned out to be three weeks. she remembers the castle at the edge of the cliff, black fire's disobedience... then soaring into the sky until the rest of the world swallowed by the fire. then that voice, that smiling visage in the blinding sky.

when black fire starts to pick up speed, yuri holds on tightly, and he plummets as he did then. this time, however, the princess kept her eyes open, with her an untattered sense of determination. she wanted answers, she needed more in exchange for her lightning. she hurries out of the saddle, sliding down black fire's forelimb with an arm stretched out, pressed against a portion of his wings, to guide herself to the ground. her boots dug into the sand as she starts walk towards the nearby forest to collect logs and woods.

she returns with a handful that she drops in front of her curled up dragon, probably being lulled to sleep by the sound of crashing waves. it turns its head to watch every time she returned, then back to rest his head on its claw. when she had stopped to catch her breath, black fire lifts his head and opens his mouth. out came a low rumbling mixed with she can only call a shriek, then fire, red with swirls of black, hits the collection of logs and woods, making a bonfire bigger than she's ever seen. the vicious tongues of red, orange, and yellow swayed with the wind, but hoist itself back up as though withstanding its might. it burned menacingly bright and towered so high, yuri swore it plunged into the night sky.

the princess looks back at black fire, his head now perked and watching her closely. i wonder, she thought, turning to face the colossal being capable of devouring her, and leave no trace behind. she remembers the bath water in turmoil, the surface shuffling wildly but also makes her skin tingle, and so much steam that it filled the room like a hazy dream. that kind of temperature should have incurred her serious damage. she should have been writhing in pain, and her skin scathed all over. inch by inch, it should have flayed the skin away. but it didn't, so she refused to deny her curiosity any further. each step drawing her to the fire is held together by certainty and undeniable thrill. she could be mistaken, and things could go awfully awry. but one thing is for sure, this time, she will not beg or scream.

yuri does not close her eyes as she stands there, watching the flame creep and crawl from the glowing logs to her clothes. it eats away at the hem, nipping and scratching until there's not a surface, or thread left.

for a second, she wonders if it was a simple delay, elevated threshold of pain, that when provoked will diminish her to nothing but ash as fire does with whatever, and whoever, was in its path. just like a flower... they don't burn as quick, but they do, then they perish. any moment now. she holds her hand out, hoping to see broken, blacked skin but what she sees are the flames licking, whipping, and skidding over her body. she steps out of the fire not a minute later, feeling the breeze skittering against her skin. she inspects every part her vision allows, running her hand over her body, anticipating a sharp sting, or any form of ache. instead, her palm is only met by soft, silken skin... untouched, unharmed, unburnt.

ooc notes:

tldr yuri meets agni ( god of life, fire, sun and energy ), and because of this encounter she now has complete immunity to fire she's the unburnt couldn't resist had to include unfortunately, she can no longer bend lightning ; n ;

she returns from the spirit world after three weeks, straight to the royal palace at hari bulkan and was not allowed to leave. but lbh she sneaks out a few more times to check if she's really impervious to fire or if its a temporary state from her visit to the spirit world

spoke to no one about her new and lost ability just yet. probably talked to her servant, convince the poor, scared thing she was seeing things, it has been a worrisome few weeks is all. yuri made sure to keep whispers and any kind of rumor from spreading.

her gaze shifts past her hands, to the bunch of flowers tied with twine within arm's reach. a small smile clings at the corner of her lips, perhaps even a dash of relief that they remained in pristine condition, as she takes them to her hands. it is but rare for yuri to find any excuse to go and see flowers, much less gather them. what purposes will they serve an army general, the fire lord's daughter? nothing. she can never forget what her father said, useless ornate consequences of nature, and how the delicate bunch of purple, white, and fuschia, burned bright red and orange, then turned to pitiful fractures of black, falling slowly from his hands. the forthright young girl, even at the fire lord's presence, withers along with her good intentions that day. the words slithering at the back of her throat, how years prior he called her his little fire flower. what was she to make of that then?

the princess closes her eyes once more, taking a deep breath as lets her head fall back. she breathes out, unable to manage her features while it betrays her with its pained expression. yuri bites her lip hard, utterly vexed, as she collects herself, getting back up on her feet, dusting off evidences of her short excursion prior to her supposed arrival in stonehelm. her free hand pulls her cloak's hood over her head, pushing the lose strands of her hair all the way back. as though concealing telltale signs of who she is would make her cease to be. the irritation trickles down to her feet, each step digging harder than the one before as she finds her way back to the yue estate. her hand clenched around the stems, feeling the twine and bumps dig into her palm. the delight that comes with finding and touching what she only saw and traced over dust-sheeted illustrated dangles and falls from her fingertips. the elusive smile remained at the soft patch of earth that cradled her, and what came along is the ever resilient disenchantment.

the true purpose of her visit began to gnaw at her. sharp, jagged teeth sinking into the crook of her neck, slipping along the rapacious appetite pacified only by distractions and black fire himself. desire more, consume more, demand more. it taunts her with its unkind, merciless voice. it goes on and on, and on, not a force in this world could stop it. it was enough to drive her insane, to hear quiet melodies pulsing from behind the trees. it's not real, she scolds herself. yuri thinks herself rage, impaling the the world with her foot as it sinks deeper than her usual steps as she took on a steeper route. she emerges from below to the sight of a lovely girl, as fair as the glory bowers she fell upon some lifetime ago. the princess finds herself enthralled, intrigue that such a sight could put a stopper her ravaging thoughts. even so much as to allow her to find things amusing. it's real. and indeed it was, in all her breathtaking glory.

the princess was a babe born kicking and screaming, her cries echoing down the halls. the very day she came to this world, she made her presence known, perhaps the only time she had done with her voice.

her birth, perhaps out of love, or a contingency should things go awry with the heir apparent, was never something yuri had questioned. she could not care less of things that she cannot control, only that she is here. only that her existence served not for her own, but for someone else's — her brother.

her relationship with her father is civil at best, with the occasional acknowledgements and proud looks, but never truly warm. the fire lord only had eyes for his son, his people, and power. her mother was kinder to her though, caring and doting like a mother should be. and makes an effort to be understanding of her daughter's... oddity.

as a member of house yi, yuri is nothing short of perfection. the young girl seemed mature for her age, needed minimal supervision and fended well for herself... or so most people thought. the attention and acclaim placed on the princess was always at the expense of someone, she was stronger, faster, smarter... one evening, the fire lady, while spending some quality time with her daughter asked if it was necessary to point out others shortcomings when she need only boast her own. the young princess, void of any expression, says calmly, "how will they know what to improve and become better then?" not even a trace of empathy or remorse.

as though set up for greatness, named in honor of the avatar yuha, the princess exceeded what is expected of her. already a prodigal firebender who wields blue fire, she became the youngest known lightning bender in history at only nine years old. many believe that the ability come so easily to her as manifestation of her cold-blooded nature, with lightning often described as ‘cold-blooded fire’; that she is ‘cold-blooded fire’ made flesh. a reputation she possessed to this very day. HOWEVER, a trip to the spirit world took her ability to bend lightning, and gave her complete immunity to fire.

ironically, yuri has an enduring fascination for flowers growing up. curiosity probably started when her father called her his 'little fire flower' and it stuck. she has read a great of deal about them, and has been making as much time as she can to find and see them in person. has this habit of picking up a bunch and giving them to her mother, suho, and her cousins. unfortunately, she's not very upfront about her little guilty pleasure. when not in her typical uniform/armor, she can be seen with floral ornaments in her hair [x][x][x][x].

over the years, she has been proven to possess all the desired qualities a fire lord must have, a scrupulous leader, superior fire-bending skills, and military prowess. should war or chaos break out, the citizens trust and are confident in her abilities to defend and protect them despite her unkindly and ruthless reputation amongst their rank. no dared question her promotions, yuri had the abilities to show for it. from the day she joined the military after finishing primary school, to this day, she had proven there was no privilege or special treatment needed to be where she is.

when not covered with sweat and grime from training or practice, yuri possess soft, feminine features. a face, as her mother teases, that anyone will go to war for. to the princess, it is but another tool to use to her advantage.

cunning, and politically astute, yuri is admired and equally feared by the court. whispers dare say that the princess is a more suitable heir to the throne than her older brother. there have been rumors passed between servants of noble houses pledging their support to the young princess. a rumor that yuri, herself, dismisses; even calls it a farce not worthy to be deemed treason. after all, the princess is loyal to her family and her brother.

among all things though, the princess loves to fly on dragon back. she spends a significant amount of time with her dragon, black fire. while the princess's blue fire burned brighter than the sun, black fire is pitch-black all over, from his horn down to this claws, even the fire he breathes is black with shots of red and orange, and when spread, streaks and smears of vivid red can be seen on his wings. his eyes, however, his most prominent feature, menacing red, matches his childlike temper that only yields to the princess's soft words and hands. some joke that black fire is all of the princess's unrealized rebellion and resentment, that's why he is heftier than other dragons.

wanted plots

yi family members, of course. family drama, let's go

childhood friends from other noble houses that have seen a kinder, softer side of yuri in rare occasions, and who she learned to tolerate; maybe not be totally at east with her because of her cold, dismissive nature but maybe out of habit or orders from the head of house, they spend time together

the supporters who believe that the princess is a more suitable choice than her brother, always at her ears, egging her on; some take her word for it when she denies, while others know of the carefully placated desire she has of the throne and are set on making her admit it

someone who owes a favor to the princess who is adamant on returning it immediately to cut ties with her because of her reputation; or someone she owes a favor to and she wants it over quickly, because she does not like the idea of being indebted to someone .

a small group of people who are loyal to her, don't have to be friends with each other either, just with the princess. a sworn protector maybe? not that she needs protecting, but you've grown quite fond of each other, a readily available sparring partner, an equally talented fighter; someone the princess can trust, and trusts her back

a suitor or partner? someone trying to win her over for political purposes. she wants to at least have some control over who she marries or gain something substantial from it, if it does come to that. she's willing to negotiate terms too think margaery tyrell or cersei lannister. have at it at the heartless princess lol