Over a century ago, there were four great nations - Earth, Air, Water, and Fire. Together, they were the all-powerful civilization of Naturia. The beings of these four nations possessed that power; the people of the Water-Tribe could control it, conjure it, turn into it, and destroy it. It was the same with Earth and Air and Fire.
But then Naturia vanished.
All four tribes were gone in a single heartbeat. Defeated by a cloud of darkness that settled over their lands like a disease. When the cloud of poison dispersed, there was no evidence at all of the ancient civilization. Many people thought it was the Lost Tribe of Naturia: Mystery. Where they correct? No one knows.
But all of Naturia was not destroyed. Four people escaped the Dark Poison. One descendant of every tribe. Now, each descendant lives in Haven. They keep up with the latest technology, go to school and their jobs, and can also control their inborn Elemental Magic.
They do not know their true identities. But they must. They must know them to survive. But they cannot. No one else from Naturia lives. No one can tell them. No one can help them. They need to band together, to find out what the Dark Poison really was. To find out where the Four Tribes of Naturia went. But it is impossible.
The only living descendats of the Four Tribes of Naturia hate each other.
For this RP, I need the four descendants (Earth, Air, Water, Fire) and I also need the LEP officers who are already investigating the lost country of Naturia. Oh yeah, also the young fairy child (around ten years old) who unites the Four Descendants and becomes part of their mission to chase out the Lost Tribe and restore Naturia.
Name: Seyarra Ma'asi
Age: 115 (15 in human years)
Originality: Naturia, though she doesnt know that yet
Height: 2' 11''
Appearance: straggly dark red hair that reaches below her shoulders, black eyes that flare red when she's angry, high cheekbones and narrow face
Items: mp4, Leatherman, cell phone, omnitool
Weapons: Leatherman, ancient Sword Of Fyre, her own hands (with which she can work her signature Elemental Magic)
Skills: fencing, Stealthing (a rare and ancient art possessed by very few, and only people of Naturia, which allows the person to become completely invisible for short amounts of time), and channeling her Fire
Most Common Phrase: "I work alone."
Personality: silent and dangerous. Seyarra is definitely pretty, but extremely hard-to-get; she loathes almost everyone. Quick with a sword and with a lightning-fast temper, she is violent, lethal, and most of the time, rude. She does not care in the slightest what others think of her, and doesnt have many real friends. She trusts no one.
Bio: Last descendant of the Fire Tribe, Seyarra was born in Naturia and sent away on a plume of fire when the Dark Poison descended on Naturia. She was found in Atlantis and lived in an orphanage until she was ten, at which point she ran away to Haven.
With her strong affinity to fire, Seyarra was regarded "dangerous" by every fairy mother in the city, and the little children were told to avoid her. Most couldnt; it was fascinating the way she played with flames, and they watched her from behind trees. But if she caught them, she would beat them up angrily. she made no friends, and enjoyed her solitude.
Now she lives on the streets, filching food from bins and putting on shows at night, where she plays with fire, for the illegals she know wouldnt turn her in. Or else she'd come after them.
Seyarra reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out a matchbook. She lit a single match and held it up in front of her face. The match burned down and ignited her finger.
Seyarra grinned nastily and dropped the spent match. The flames remained, licking her slim body eagerly. The small "elf" waited until she was entirely consumed by the fire.
Then she opened her fist. The flames disappeared, and Seyarra grinned again, her fiery soul reflected in her normally black eyes. She was unburned.
Seyarra threw back her head and laughed; it was an evil sound, and sent shivers down the backs of all who heard her. But the only thing they would see would be the black, twisted match on the concrete.