Saphra Lyn

Your name is Saphra Lyn. You just turned eighteen, gaining full recognition as a Fire Bending master along with it. You were second in your class, the first being Braden Syl, (a man who you deeply hate) and you are ready to start using your fire bending for a greater purpose.

You stand at a satisfying height of five foot six, and you have C cup sized breasts. Your body is perfectly slender, and adding on your long, smooth brown hair, you were by far the sexiest girl in your class. Your deep, brown eyes seem to put people in a daze, and your fire bending robes only seem to add on to the effect.

You don't focus much on boys though, despite the fact that you could pretty much take your pick of any of them, for you are dedicated to learning the arts of fighting, and you plan to fight for the army some day. Sadly, you know it won't be your own army.

You've witnessed the horrors that the Fire Nation brings towards the other countries, and it has driven you against your own nation. You studied the hardest you could, trained to your last extent, and bled for the sheer purpose of learning fire bending to use against the fire nation. No one knows about this, not even your parents, and the night after you earned your fire bending degree, your bag was packed and you snuck out of your homeland.

Months later, you found yourself pretending to be an earth nomad in the earthlands, hoping to somehow prove of help, but it isn't going so well. You can't use fire bending, for anyone who saw you would immediately try to kill you, but then that doesn't make you look like a very useful woman either.

But perhaps your luck would change today.

You were walking down yet another dirty road when you had heard shouting in the nearby brush. Jumping to action, you quickly made your way through the bushes and saw a man being jumped by four thuggish looking men. Smiling, you see this as an opprotunity to help.