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[jioohyo]

THE BLESS MEETS THE CURSE. + AVATAR: BLOOD SISTER

synopsis. mēing's night took a magical turn, definitely not the usual calls in the tree of souls but an out-of-the-blue person leading her into a forbidden moonstruck.

jioohyo note. yeah... i love mēing × tsu'tey 🙃 delulu much? sorry not sorry- hope you guys love the interaction 🫂

genre & warnings. fluff leading to angst. a starter of the forbidden love. mēing still struggling to find herself. mēing & tsu'tey interaction after years. strong hatred by the rongloas. emotional ending.

As the mothers engaged in hushed conversations about matters beyond her concern, Mēing found herself growing restless. Forced to kneel in silence, she couldn't help but feel trapped, her gaze drifting aimlessly into the distance. The incessant fidgeting of the songcord around her hip had become a tedious distraction, while the meaningless chatter of the women seemed to fill her ears with empty noise, fueling her growing boredom and disconnection.

Truthfully, Mēing's mind was consumed by the urge to return to the Tree of Voices, driven by a deep longing to hear Saeyla's voice again. It had become an all-consuming obsession, a constant craving to hear the voices, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't truly listening. Were the whispers solace or a clever deception? The point is her mental state was just a mess.

Mēing was seriously flustered. Mēing was hurt. Mēing was traumatized. Mēing was a child.

"Mēing," A single call from Ma'eve, mother, snapped Mēing back into reality, her body making a mirco flinch by the stern tone.

All golden glowing eyes were on her: Neytiri, Mo'at and Ma'eve silently observe, Mēing wasn't woken at all. She was a agile learner, though she seemed to be trapped. It wasn't like her.

Ma'eve decided it was time to address the issue. She tilted her head to view her young daughter from afar, "What has happened to you? You haven't spoken the moment we come as one." She told with concern clearly.

"I'm doing well, mother. I'm meditating on the.. words?" Mēing mumbled the last response, almost as if she didn't want the others to hear that dishonesty.

Neytiri's eyebrow arched ever so slightly, her expression skeptical, as she murmured, "Is that so?" She knew better than to take Mēing's response at face value. Mo'at's blank stare betrayed nothing, but her tone was telling as she said, "Mēing, you may go. Take your rest." Neytiri accepted the suggestion with a nod, prompted by Ma'eve's subtle assent.

With that, Mēing left, leaving behind more questions than answers. However, her abrupt departure wasn't a sign of coldness towards the others, but rather a reflection of her own discomfort and feeling of being put on the spot. Seeking solace in solitude, she made her way to the Tree of Voices, where she would remain until the full eclipse, lost in thought and contemplation.

Well that was a failure, she failed to get a response from Saeyla this time which was odd but maybe the wake up call from her. A time to face reality but reality wasn't facing her.

Yet.

As Mēing walked, surrounded by the soft blue-lavender moon cast a beautiful light upon the forest alongside the delicate, bioluminescent livings that dotted the landscape.

Her feet barely touched the ground, as if she floated across the forest floors. Her long, firm legs carried her effortlessly, her thin tail swishing behind her like a silken banner.

Even for those permanent lime green eyes wandered upward, drinking in the breathtaking beauty of the star-coated sky. The constellations twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse, and the gentle rustle of the leaves in the breeze seemed to whisper pure secrets in her ear.

Mēing's mind felt a sense of renewal, as if the weights of her worries had been lifted, if only slightly. Though her heart still ached with the longing to reunite with her sister in spirit, she found comfort in the heartfelt connection she felt to the natural world.

The land, the trees, the creatures – all seemed to whisper words of comfort, reminding her that she was not alone. In this symphony of life, Mēing found a glimmer of hope, a sense of belonging that transcended her sorrow.

As she continued to stroll, unsettling crackles of the forest floor beneath her feet broke the serene silence, sending a shiver down her spine. The eerie sounds seemed to come from all directions, closing in around her like an unseen presence.

Mēing's heart skipped a beat as her stress and worries, momentarily dormant, now sprang to life like a frightened direhorse, bolting from its slumber with a ferocity that left her breathless.

It brought more intensity, her great vision eyeing straight to path when she saw a towering figure emerged from the shadows, a muscular upper body and plaited braids swaying gently with each step.

Mēing's initial anxiety began to dissipate as she realized it was a man, but her relief was short-lived. She knew she was the only Omatikayan who dared to venture into the rainforest during the eclipse, making the presence of this stranger both unexpected and intriguing.

"Tsu'tey?" Thank Ewya. But what was he doing here? A future Olo'eyktan like him had other duties to do than to search around the bioluminescent forest.

Tsu'tey stood silently a few paces away, his figure illuminated faintly. As Mēing froze upon seeing him, a flicker of surprise passed through his eyes, but it was quickly concealed behind his stoic demeanor.

"Mēing. You seem lost in thought," he observed, his voice calm and measured. "What brings you here at this time?"

The question lingered in Mēing's mind: why did he show such concern? After all, while they were acquainted, their interactions had been rare since Grace Augustine's school opened, providing a shared connection but little opportunity for meaningful engagement.

"That matter doesn't concern you, Tsu'tey. I'm going home now." A blank response but honest.

Mēing didn't want to come off as rude towards Tsu'tey but she was speaking the truth, she didn't want anyone to know her constantly seeking signs from her deceased sister. Not as yet. Besides it's not like Tsu'tey cared right? he wasn't her blood brother, friend, mate, so why would he be interested to know her problems?

Tsu’tey raised an eyebrow at her response, his expression a mix of subtle annoyance and something else — worry perhaps — but again he concealed it quickly.

"It might not concern me directly," he replied, taking a few steps closer. "But I can’t help but notice that you seem troubled. And I have a hunch it has more to do than just being here late at night."

"Besides," he continued. "As the future Olo’eyktan, shouldn’t I be concerned about the welfare of the clan, including the future Tsahík?" closing the distance between them a bit more.

Tsu'tey sharp eyes locked onto Mēing's, studying her face closely, searching for any sign of vulnerability or weakness.

He wasn’t sure why he was so invested in her, but something about her drew him in. Maybe it was her unbelievable features that became an art in his vision or her strong soul within or her beauty at night.. woah. Either way, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to her than meeting the eye.

Mēing made a small grin at Tsu'tey's response, she didn't answer but he knew that was when she accepted his invitation.

"I say Neytiri is the future." She started to walk to the paths of the hometree, hoping he would come along.

Tsu’tey watched Mēing carefully as she began to walk, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Her response intrigued him even more, and he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of curiosity.

As she made her way along the familiar paths towards the hometree, he followed after her, his footsteps falling in sync with hers. Despite the late hour, the forest was quiet once again, the only sounds coming from the occasional distant chirps of night creatures.

They walked in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the soft sound of their footsteps on the ground. Tsu’tey glanced at Mēing from the corner of his eyes, studying her as they walked, trying to figure her out.

"You always visit the tree of voices this late?" He asked suddenly, breaking the quiet.

"How do you know I visted there?" She asked.

"The direction you're coming from."

Obviously, Mēing.

She thought of a clever response to atleast impress him, "Yes, I don't mind being adventurous in the night. The night is young to me." Mēing answered, she was a lover of night and the night definitely loved her. Her beauty was divine in the night. Tsu’tey studied her for a moment, his gaze appraising. He found that he appreciated her honesty.

"You have a strange fondness for the night," he observed. "I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else in the clan who prefers the night as much as you do."

That was new, she just hoped that she impress him well by being different, she was the only Utuvom afterall.

"The night is a bad thing? That's new." She told, she genuinely wasn't sure of why the night was a dangerous thing to their people.

Tsu’tey chuckled softly at her question, his smile slightly wolfish. "It’s not necessarily a 'bad' thing, but it is dangerous. Creatures of the night are less predictable, and it’s easier to get lost or... attacked in the dark."

Mēing spoke in quite confidence, giving Tsu'tey a small smirk before resting her pace. "Well, Ewya is within me. The amount of nights I went on my own, not a single living had stung me."

Tsu'tey was acutely conscious of the way the moonlight cast shadows on Mēing's face, bringing out the smooth angles and planes of her features. It automatically made his heart beat a little faster.

"If you want... I would love to show you what I really mean... some day." She stop her movements, slightly facing him to let him think on that suggestion.

Tsu’tey raised an imperceptible eyebrow, stopped walking as well, turning to face her fully. A flicker of surprise passed through his eyes at her proposition, but he quickly masked it with a cocky smirk.

"Careful," he said, his tone slightly teasing. "You’re playing dangerous, making a suggestion like that to me."

But beneath the cocky facade, he felt a flutter of anticipation at the idea. He had to admit, he found Mēing fascinating, her confidence and independence a breath of fresh air in the sometimes stifling traditions of the clan.

"But I won’t lie," he continued, his smile widening. "I’m not opposed to it. I’m curious to understand what it is about the night that fascinates you so."

He took a step closer to her, his tone was softer, more open.

"And if I’m being completely genuine, I’m also just curious about you."

Mēing felt the first flutter in her stomach as Tsu’tey said that. She ignored the feeling, telling herself it was just the late hour and the adrenaline of the night making her feel this way.

She met his gaze, her own eyes locking onto his. The moonlight illuminated his sharp features, making him look even more striking than usual.

The tension was sadly cutted off when Tsu'tey's stern parents had caught them, not even recognizing the fact they finally arrived at the Hometree, seeing the people scattered around the shelter by doing regular, individual activities.

Tsu’tey froze as his parents stepped into view, their eyes immediately fixed on him and Mēing. He could see the disapproval etched on their faces. They knew all too well he wasn’t supposed to be alone with her, let alone in the middle of the night.

His father, Ateyo, spoke up first, his voice stern and anent. "Tsu’tey, what are you doing out here this late?" Meanwhile, Tsu'tey's mother, Artsut's, eyes narrowed as she looked between her son and Mēing, a disapproving frown on her face. "And with the false tsakïrem, no less," she scoffed, her tone sharp like to cause an endless bleed in Utuvom's heart.

Mēing's heart dropped by that comment, she knew she was different but it pained her that she saw her as demon blood instead of a true blessing.

Tsu’tey bristled at his mother's words, but he quickly concealed his irritation. "Be calm, Mother," he said, his voice cool and controlled. "Mēing is as much a part of this clan as any of us."

Ateyo grunted, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "That may be so, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is improper for you to be alone with her at this hour, especially given your impending union."

Tsu’tey forced himself to keep his expression neutral, even as irritation and frustration built up inside of him. He hated how his parents tried to control every aspect of his life, including his might to be future.

"I apologize for leading your son a stray, Rongloas. There was no danger when we were together." Mēing admitted, a lump in her throat trying to held in her tears. Ateyo's expression softened slightly at Mēing's apology, but Artsut's frown deepened even more.

"You fool!" she spat.

"You shouldn't be out this late either, young lady," she replied coldly, her eyes flickering over Mēing’s figure as if she was judging her from the flesh to the soul. "Especially alone with a young, handsome warrior like my son."

"Besides," she continued, her voice taking on a sharper edge again, leaning close to point at the center of her blue face. "There are more appropriate mates for my son than the supposed so called future. A proper, strong Na’vi girl who’s worthy of joining our family."

"Mother," Tsu'tey bit out. "Enough."

Artsut shot him a withering glance, but said nothing more. Ateyo, sensing the rising tension, spoke up again, his tone more neutral. "It's late," he said gruffly. "We should all retire for the night."

Ateyo and Artsut gave Mēing one last reproachful look before turning and disappearing into their home, leaving Tsu’tey and Mēing standing alone once more.

Tsu'tey's hands curled into fists, his jawline sharpening as he gritted his teeth. He knew exactly what his mother was insinuating - the same veiled criticisms she had always directed at Mēing. Her disapproval had been a constant hum in the background, a familiar refrain of fault-finding and disappointment that Tsu'tey had grown weary of.

"Goodnight, Mēing," he said quietly, his tone carefully controlled.

"Goodnight, Tsu'tey." Mēing's voice was still calm after all the tension between her and Tsu'tey parents. She walked away to go to her family but couldn't help to give a few glances behind her to view the future Olo'eyktan, she hoped her cheeks weren't turning purple and hoped those words weren't the last to say to him.

Tsu’tey watched her go, a mixture of emotions swirling inside him. He couldn’t believe how his parents had treated her, how they had all but confirmed that they didn’t approve of a union between them.

As he watched her retreating figure, his eyes took in the way the moonlight illuminated her blue skin, highlighting her lean, shapely form. He had to admit, even though she wasn’t the conventional choice...

Mēing was beautiful and wonderfully made.

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[jioohyo]

SISTER, MY SISTER. + AVATAR: BLOOD SISTER

synopsis. the hundredth visit to saeyla weighs heavily on all, including the lost utuvom. still, mēing refuses to save herself, saeyla preached the final plea to her: keep your eyes open. hopefully.

jioohyo note. short and easy chapter to make things clear!! no 5000+ words to kill your brain cells- i have to save the best for last 🤷🏾‍♀️ idk if anyone wants to be in the taglist for the next chapter but lmk if you guys want to be apart of itt!

genre & warnings. straight up angst, mentions of the dead.

Days were completed to play hard, it was almost like a battle for Mēing. The soft rustle of the tree's leaves seemed to echo her sorrow, as if the forest itself mourned the loss of her dear sister. Saeyla.

"Will this work?" The Utuvom pore over to the young sage warrior, Neytiri. It was clear that she was prudent. "I won't answer that question no more. You can't question the Great Mother's creation, ma' sista." In that firm response, Mēing inhaled so deeply for her lungs to be tightened from the building up grief in her soul.

The queue being present to bond, it reached out to clasped with the glowing, fiber-optic-like tendrils, the tree's whispers grew louder, a gentle hum filling the air. Mēing wasn't on a drug nevertheless she felt so high, so free, the twitch of her pointy ears gave a visual aid of her soul being in glee.

The truth couldn't be just an illusion, could it? Yet, despite receiving answers time and again, Mēing's fear persisted. She had a habit of ignoring the truth, refusing to listen, even when it stared at her straight in the face.

The boundaries between herself and mother nature began to blur. She seated herself in the pulse of the forest, its rhythms and rhymes, its joys and sorrows. The tree's wisdom flows into her like a flowing stream of pure water, carrying the knowledge and memories of the people. The tree is gentle, guiding her, comforting her, and empowering her. It was time to keep her eyes wide open.

So strange yet a selcouth presence materialized before Mēing. The companion that comforted had been vanished, the vision has begun, the only relief is to see the past tsakïrem in a glowing foliage while innocently soaking her hand into the moonlit river.

That was when their glowing lime eyes met, a gaze of relief and profound connection. The Utuvom's eyes swelled up with tears, brimming with emotion, yet not a drop fell onto her cheek. "Ma' sister," she whispered, her voice trembling. She embraced the spirit, and it felt like a warm embrace enveloping her soul, a sense of homecoming and long-awaited reunion.

As they held each other, the forest around them seemed to come alive, again. The irenic trees leaning in as if to witness the tender moment.

The Utuvom felt like the same old youth again, just needing her sister's guide once more. The spirit's gentle whisper echoed in her mind, "Sister, I am home," and the Utuvom knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

With their hands still clasped together, they gently lowered themselves onto the soft moss covering the ground. Meing's voice was laced with remorse as she confessed, "Saeyla, I feel the guilt, it's still there. I never dreamt myself to be alone."

Saeyla's sigh was a gentle whisper of frustration, her words falling on deaf ears. It was as if a veil of ignorance shrouded Mēing's mind, refusing to let the truth penetrate.

"Mēing, why do you keep tearing your soul apart? Do you not feel my presence with you?" Saeyla's thoughts were laced with concern, but Mēing's only response was a defeated bowing of her head, her naivety still evident in her interactions with her older sister.

"I will always be with you, no matter what darkness you may face."

"You're not. You don't learn with me anymore, you don't help me harvest and laugh at the stupid mistakes I made. It's just... I don't understand." Meing clenched her jaw, her soul now being in presence of frustration. She was still grieving.

Saeyla just stared in a blank expression seeing the Utuvom still struggle for answers. She just brought her in an embrace, allowing her for the last time to cut out the nonsense. "It's like a cycle, Mēing... Being fleshly there, doesn't mean I am not with you anymore."

She continued, "Our bond goes beyond home. I will always be with you, in the mind, in the people, in your heart."

The embrace has ended with both souls being doleful, Saeyla stood up along with Mēing, her hands lifting her up to her feet. Interlocked hands once more, "My days are over now and it's your time to rise." Saeyla stated, and she looked staid.

"You are divine since birth, you are the chosen of the Great Mother. Show them all."

With all that being said, every negatively was put down to ashes, to be put down below Mēing's feet. In the blink of an eye, a glimmer of Saeyla's soul began to uprise, hitting Mēing's soul back to reality.

This was now the beginning the wake up call, Saeyla's preaches were over and it was time for Mēing to show her people who she truly is.

Just then, Neytiri appeared by a single touch on her shoulder, "Well?" her gentle voice woke Mēing in the small trance. The forest floor, illuminated by the soft glow of the tree, seemed to come alive, as if the spirit of the natural world comforted Meing's grieving heart.

"She's everywhere."

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[jioohyo]

The Forest's heartbeat slowed, it's pulses grew weak. Creations that once teemed with life was reduced to desolate, smoldering ruin.

Destruction of strays, families, a sister, was a stark reminder of the irreparable harm inflicted. A short moment was akin to a terrible eclipse, with an ominous orange aura spreading its hue, that seemed to burn from the very grounds of a blue-flute native land. In the aftermath, everyone and everything was left in ruins and no place left to call "home".

Death was surrounding them yet it was something subvent from the skies, to be elated then forgotten. They left her in a trance then a blood stained face, the fluid being her own heroine, who gave her all for just the naive soul. The faint cry of "Sister..." echoed through the air, a desperate attempt to shatter the trance and restore her to reality. Yet, her lime eyes remained still, her gaze transfixed into the Great Mother's skies, refusing to yield to the youth call.

Perhaps it was the little utuvom's fault, for she was so exceptionally perfect that it drew the attention of the deceitful, malevolent forces. The demons coveted her, seeking to kidnap and possess her, to extract a sample of her extraordinary soul and exploit its power.

But they would then abandon her, leaving her to bear the burden of their dark deeds, stripping her of life, happiness, and home. Her perfection had become a curse, attracting those who sought to destroy her very essence.

She was torn between feeling uniquely blessed and eerily cursed, as if her specialness had transformed her into a monster devouring her own kin. Though she yearned for answers to her unspoken questions, she seemed oblivious to the truth, her eyes wide shut. Yet, the unwavering promise of a blood sister remained her driving force, a bond that fueled her determination to press on against overwhelming adversaries, refusing to let her inner turmoil consume her.

"Divine by birth, you are the chosen of the Great Mother."

🛸 ▌𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑: 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, OC SERIES.

⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ MĒING TE KXENG MA'EVE'ITE ❪𝟭𝟳❫, half-witted if herself is a blessing or a curse. after the tragic passing of her sister saeyla, mēing held onto the past and the blunder that made her soul void strongly for eleven years — fear, insecurity and guilt drowning her all those years. not until the return of stubborn skies came to destroy her motherland alongside her eyes now being wide open, mēing took an uproar and fight for her people, for saeyla, for her.

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter one ✷ sister, my sister

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter two ✷ the bless meets the curse

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter three ✷ redamancy

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter four ✷ fragile monster

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter five ✷ bad idea

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter six ✷ face reality, skxawng!

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter seven ✷ blood sister

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter eight ✷ pandora's gem

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter nine ✷ hello future

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: PROCESSING...

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ೃ؏࿔ AVATAR: BLOOD SISTER ₊

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⟆ ㅤ𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 • 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 . . . ✷

៹ㅤ█ DiSCLAiMERS ! . . . This is pure fictional. I'm only writing for OC and entertainment purposes. Every Sunday equals a new chapter, only on Sundays. So starting next week, chapter one will be published!

I'm not a robot so please don't be shy to ask questions/talk to me about anything 💀 If it's disrespectful/uncomfortable/foolish to answer to me personally, I won't answer.

This is my layout and yes, I will credit others if I have to use inspiration yet these are my graphics I made myself, please do not steal. If you wanna use it, ask me! :D

៹ㅤ█ GENRES & WARNiNGS ! . . . It is science fiction as a whole because it's AVATAR. However it is a melodrama/tragedy based which means alot of angst, there will be fluff and goofy moments but other than that it's super graphic so if you're sensitive on kidnapping, depression, insecurities, murder, destruction, strong unnecessary hatred towards others, anxiety, etc. Please don't be afraid to leave and take care of yourself 💙

៹ㅤ█ JiOOHYO NOTE ! . . . This is my first series and I pretty much worked my ass off for it to be accurate as possible- This series mainly focuses on my original character "Meing." who basically started it all for the rest of my ocs that will be published soon! In conclusion, Mēing is the icon.

To wrap up, I cannot disregard my closest friend who has supported me throughout the whole days, weeks, months to get this series finally published, @fluorynn !!! (main acc: @etherynn). a sister atp ^_^ but thank you so much for breaking me out of my shell and (🦕) 💙 . . . SHE'S EVERYTHING! I love her 💙 Check out her recent post + her blog overall, a 10/10!

Furthermore, I really hope you all will enjoy this series like I said the main character is an OC but trust me... It will be mind-blowing 🙂 See you all on the upcoming Sunday!! 💙

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[jioohyo]

✶ㅤMĒING te RONGLOA MA'EVE'ITE, PROFILE. ⊹

▍synopsis. where you discover all about mēing's life and essential details!

▍notepad. as you lot can see, this is the first post I made for the blog, basically the main purpose of this blog :P I hope mēing is viewed positively because it doesn't end here for her which I'm very excited to post sooner for you guys! the faceclaim I used for mēing is unknown, the creator has made themselves private. however if you know the creator of the model please lemme know asap! other than that, enjoy reading mingming! <3

✶ ˓⠀MAIN INFORMATION ⌒ ៹    ᜴

⊹ ៹ BIRTH NAME﹕mēing te rongloa ma'eve'ite

 ٠  ─ name meaning. (unofficial meaning) a great melody, blessing to the community • mēing ("meh-ing") means "walker" or "one who walks". mēing could mean a skilled 'walker/traveler', someone who has walked many great paths and has gained wisdom and experience from their journeys.

⊹ ៹ NICKNAMES﹕ mama meing (given by the sully children). sista and sis (given by neytiri and jake sully). the blue sample/blueprint ('nickname' given by the sec0ps). cowgirl (another nickname by jake sully). blue gem.

⊹ ៹ BIRTHDATE﹕ 2136 (november 10.)

⊹ ៹ AGE﹕17, seventeen (avatar 2009) | 33, thirty-three (avatar twow)

⊹ ៹ CLAN﹕omatikaya (formerly), metkayina.

⊹ ៹ LANGUAGES﹕the na'vi language.

 ٠  ─ english. somehow mēing's english is the strongest out of all her fellow companions: neytiri and tsu'tey, which was why she was the top ranking student in grace augustine's school. after school hours, most of the time mēing spends some time studying english and even carving basic word on the nearest trees. it wasn't a 'people pleasing' habit, mēing genuinely wanted to learn the language herself and achieved it.

⊹ ៹ BIRTHPLACE﹕pandora, specifically in the jungle.

⊹ ៹ HOMETOWN﹕the hometree.

⊹ ៹ RESIDENCIES﹕hometree ー high camp ー awa'atlu (2169 -)

⊹ ៹ GENDER﹕female

⊹ ៹ SEXUALITY﹕straight

⊹ ៹ MATE / LOVE PARTNER﹕tsu'tey (deceased)

⊹ ៹ HEIGHT﹕8'9" (266cm)

⊹ ៹ MBTI﹕ISFJ-T (the defender)

⊹ ៹ STATUS﹕alive

⊹ ៹ VOICE CLAIM﹕nakia | black panther

✶ ˓⠀HISTORY IN CLAN ⌒ ៹    ᜴

⊹ ៹ OCCUPATION. ꜜ

 ٠  ─ leader. this is a role mēing struggles with, i mean seriously struggles with. she has already proved herself that she should be either the olo'eykte or the tsahìk, she is vastly spiritual and leads in flesh which makes her even-handed when it comes onto leading.

once leading various clans to war and grant them victory, eytukan would place her as the olo'eykte-in-training as an honor however she thought about that role endlessly until she was officially the mate of tsu'tey and himself being the upcoming olo'eyktan, she was crowned as the omatikaya's tsahìk. shortly after tsu'tey's tragic passing, jake sully took role even when himself viewed mēing being the olo'eykte. in conclusion, mēing is more of an advisor to the leader just like her parents with eytukan and mo'at.

 ٠  ─ warrior. mēing is a great warrior but not as powerful as neytiri, she isn't a fierce person when it comes onto war all the time.

 ٠  ─ refugee. mēing didn't dreamed of this title at all, she was reluctant of the idea to leave her home to be in a better place yet she accepted due to the strong bond she had with the sully family especially the two parents and was important to them on their journey.

⊹ ៹ ACHIEVEMENTS﹕ uniltaron, iknimaya, pa'liyä maktoyu, skimwing rider.

⊹ ៹ TITLES. ꜜ

 ٠  ─ utuvom. (made-up term) | the term 'utuvom' derived from the root word "tuvom" which means greatest out of all/exceedingly great.

a na'vi who is distinguished by unique characteristics (in flesh, spiritually, etc.) that set them apart from their clan, often recognized as a special or extraordinary type. mēing is the first utuvom in the omatikaya clan.

 ٠  ─ palukan makto. a palulukan makto is a na'vi who manages to ride a thanator. the thanator will not form a life long bond but will trust the na'vi that manages to ride it but these are rare occurences, however since mēing is an utuvom, the palulukan would form a life long bond but unfortunately was killed during the war of.

⊹ ៹ TOTEM ANIMALS﹕taeya (deceased ikran). mi're (direhorse). unnamed ikran.

⊹ ៹ COMBAT SKILLS. ꜜ

 ٠  ─ strength. 90 / 100

 ٠  ─ speed. 85 / 100

 ٠  ─ agility. 100 / 100

 ٠  ─ intelligence. 100 / 100

 ٠  ─ compatibility. 87 / 100

 ٠  ─ stamina. 100 / 100

 ٠  ─ flexibility. 92 / 100

✶ ˓⠀PERSONAL INFORMATION ⌒ ៹    ᜴

⊹ ៹ TALENT AND HOBBIES﹕speaking english. cooking. harvesting. gifting her loved ones with her own creations.

⊹ ៹ LIKES﹕strolls in the forest. collecting food for her clan. cooking and trying meals. spending time with her family. motherhood. cooking. goofing around with neytiri. utumauti (banana fruit)

⊹ ៹ DISLIKES﹕RDA as a whole. war parties | she prefers to stay indoors. teylu (just no...).

⊹ ៹ STRENGTHS. patient with herself and others. good at finding a balance between extremes. able to comfort and problem solve. ability to notice the people and events happening around her.

⊹ ៹ WEAKNESS. rarely asks for help. easily panicked. struggles to express their emotions.

✶ ˓⠀TRIVIAL INFOMATION ⌒ ៹    ᜴

⊹ ៹ FACIAL TRAITS﹕V-shaped face. sharp jawline. high cheekbones. flat nose. sharp, deep set eyes. wide, plump lips. dracula fangs. elf-like ears. dark black hair, upper back length. 4a hair texture, plait styled.

⊹ ៹ BODY TRAITS﹕tall figure. blue skin with tiger-like stripes in a darker hue. slim arms. great neck posture. defined shoulders. three slender fingers. average size bosoms. slim waist. flat stomach. defined ab-line. plump, toned buttocks. thin tail.

⊹ ៹ UTUVOM FEATURES﹕permanent lime green eyes (omatikaya's mainly have golden eyes). kinky hair (omatikaya's hair is more like type 1 hair). taller height than the average. greater connection with ewya. | utuvom is a special kind afterall but is treated with much 'respect'.

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⟆ ࣪ ៹ ˚ㅤㅤ﹫MĒING te RONGLOA (KXENG) MA'EVE'ITE ﹐the utuvom. born in 2136 at the home of the blue flute clan and the youngest daughter of sekani and ma'eve.

／˓𓄹 ࣪˖⌗ THE UTUVOM . . .

mēing te rongloa ma'eve'ite's profile ✷ facts about mēing ✷ background history . . . | more chapters coming soon

／˓𓄹 ࣪˖⌗ RELATIONSHIPS

mēing's family ✷ familiar relationships ✷ mēing's love life . . . | more chapters coming soon

／˓𓄹 ࣪˖⌗ LOOKBOOK

mēing's wardrobe ✷ personal belongings ✷ personal 'pets' . . . | more chapters coming soon

／˓𓄹 ࣪˖⌗ SCENARIOS

chapters coming soon . . .

／˓𓄹 ࣪˖⌗ HEADCANONS

chapters coming soon . . .

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 ˒ ✶₊ ﹙JENNY / JADA﹚s   ／  ₊  ݃❜ ˒ 𝕵𝐈𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐘𝐎 BLOG !!

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HII! To start of, either call me 'JADA' / 'JENNY' (choose one that's an easy catch)! My blog has been here for awhile but I finally broke out of my shell and show my true colors on this vibrant app. Get to know more about me by clicking my carrd link!

˒ ✿ . . . ﹫ ABOUT THiS BLOG !

The main focus on this blog is original characters, for better explanation, I will reveal multiple characters I made on my own from shows/movies I am most familiar with. I'll create more blogs in the future to add several OCs separately but AVATAR is the target whereas I will post my Avatar OCs on this blog since I've ALOT to share about them!

This blog is just for entertainment and how I want to communicate somehow with other people with the same interests as me, don't take this seriously bc I don't, I just wanna have fun with my OWN work.

I'm a person who adores to dream and imagine great expectations especially in writing (corny but whateva), it also gives me comfort and atleast to award myself hope and peace as real society faces me :P. I fancy OC writing alot and familiar with it too, wondering what would things be just by creating characters on my own and watch my ideas grow while claiming them!!! I might just post random stuff, who knows but yeah, it's mostly Avatar content on this! <3

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╰─➤   𝗶. ៸៸ mēing te rongloa ma'eve'ite ⊹

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗶𝗶. ៸៸ avatar: blood sister (series) ⊹

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