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    Post  Like My Sandwich on Sat Nov 10, 2012 5:35 pm





    Name
    Quan Zhao

    Age
    19

    Equipment
    Wallet

    Bender
    Fire Bender, he is.

    Bending Proficiency
    Average

    Quan’s comes from a small family. His mother, like him, was a fire-bender, and his father a non-bender. However, his Father felt as if he was no longer safe around his wife, so he left, leaving Quan behind with her. At the time, he was nothing more than a baby, so there was no attachment to his father. He never wanted to meet the man, but he did yearn for a father in his life. The reason being was his mother wasn’t enough to take care of them both. Jobs in their town of Shu Jing were scarce or paying very little. They had to stay with family more often than not, mooching off of them until they could do something for themselves.

    That day never came, and Quan’s mother was fed up. How was she supposed to provide her little boy with whatever he wanted, when she couldn’t even get what he needed? As if it were the answer to her prayers, a Pro-Bending commercial was playing on her radio, and she happened to hear it. At first, she was ecstatic. Being paid to competitive bend? It couldn’t be easier than that. While she hadn’t bent in a while, she was still confident in her abilities. The woman was already telling her son to prepare, for they would be richer than ever. Quan’s mother was as positive as ever.

    That is, until she started working out. His mother found a spot in the wilderness; she was trying to get her fire-bending up to snuff. However, with each technique she would grow tired, more so than usual. She chose the wrong time to realize that she was getting old, and her age was starting to catch up with her. The woman was no longer the teenager who could do back flips, cartwheels, and all. She was a thirty-five-year-old woman with growing back problems. Quan’s mother wouldn’t lie to herself, so she gave up. Normally, she wouldn’t have done so, but she wasn’t going to lie to herself. She couldn’t do it.

    Coming home with a dejected expression on her face, the seven-year-old Quan asked his mother what was wrong. Even though she didn’t want to worry her son, he deserved to know. She told him of her money problems, and of her attempt to get back in shape for Pro-Bending. While he may not have understood fully, he could tell his mother was sad about the whole thing, so he wrapped his arms around her legs, and embraced her in a hug. He told her, “It’s going to be okay.” Quan looked up at her, with a smile on his face, “I’ll become a Pro-Bender, and then we can be rich, and get our own house.”

    Quan’s mother was surprised by this. Her son would do that, just for their own well being. She had a new-found admiration for the boy. The woman patted him on the head, “Very well then, Quan.” She gave him a smile of her own, “You’ll be a Pro-bender before you know it.”

    The woman couldn’t teach her son much about bending, for she wasn’t that great of a bender herself, but she knew a man who could. Her father was a fire-bender as well, and he’d probably be more than happy to teach her son how to bend properly. He lived on a cliff, outside of Shu Jing, right next to the waterfall that spanned for miles. When she took Quan to meet him for the first time, he was sort of unpleasant. She never knew him to be unpleasant, so there had to be a reason.

    “What brings you here, runt?” The old man asked, smoking a cigar, while looking down on Quan.

    “I want to learn how to fire-bend, so I can be a successful pro-bender, and get everything my mom wants.” Quan responded confidently, meeting his grandfather’s glare with one of his own.

    “How bad do you want to be successful?” Quan’s Grandfather asked him another question.

    “Really bad,” was all Quan could respond with.

    “Okay then, runt, come at me.”

    Quan looked at his grandfather with a confused expression on his face, “What do you mean?”

    “You said you want to be successful, so come at me, attack me.” He instructed his grandson, patiently waiting for him to do as told.

    The boy furrowed his brow and charged in toward his grandfather, throwing a punch at the man. His grandfather laughed, and guided his fist away with his hand. The man followed up by wrapping his arm the boy’s neck, smiling while doing so. Quan was immediately struggling to get free from the choke-hold his Grandfather had on him. The old man couldn’t help but laugh at how easy it was to subdue him. He looked up to his daughter, “You sure this kid is related to me?”

    She simply nodded, waiting to see what her father was trying to prove.

    Quan’s face was starting to turn blue, and he was slowly slipping into unconsciousness, but before he could do so; his grandfather released him, and pushed him away. The boy’s chest was heaving, as he tried to get his breathing back to normal. He looked at his grandfather with an even more confused face, “What was that for?”

    The old man completely ignored the boy’s question. He removed the cigar from his mouth, “When you want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe, then you’ll be successful.” Quan’s grandfather turned his back on Quan, “You don’t want it as bad as you think. When you can prove to me that you do, come back to me, and then I’ll teach you how to really fire bend.” His grandfather walked back into his small home, slamming the door behind himself.

    Quan didn’t understand at first, and it took him some time to really comprehend the meaning behind his words. It took him three years before he returned to his grandfather’s door step, alone. A smile crossed the old man’s face, and he stepped out of his house. “Let’s get started, then, runt.” The old man shooed the boy away from his porch, and he stepped onto his grassy lawn.

    The next four years of his life were dedicated to fire bending, and nothing but fire bending. It was the only thing he thought about, and that was the type of dedication his grandfather was referring to. Starting with the basics, and working his way up, he became the fire bender he wanted to be. Feeling as if he were ready, he discontinued his training with his granddad, so he could pursue his dream of Pro-Bending. While his grandfather was disappointed, he could understand. He let the boy stop his training.

    His mother gathered as much money as she could, so her little boy could travel to Republic City. He was finally going to accomplish the dream of being a pro-bender. When he got to the city, he was anxious to begin, but he never thought that it would take so long. He started at age fifteen, as a towel-boy for one of the Big Market Pro-bending teams. The boy would always throw in comments about how he could bend, but they would usually be ignored, for the team he worked for were smug assholes.

    Just when Quan considered quitting, the team’s fire-bender got injured outside of a match, and was unable to pro-bend. As fucked up as it was, Quan was glad it happened. He immediately showed off his abilities to the remainder of the team, even though they didn’t really want to see. They had no choice but to let him on, because he was an amazing fire-bender. The boy made his pro-bending debut on his sixteenth Birthday, and has been Pro-Bending ever since.

    He’s made enough money to move his mother and grandfather into an apartment in Republic City with him. It wasn’t a house, but it was a start.



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