At birth, a mark forms on your neck to show what type of bender you are. A small wave for water benders, a flicker of fire for fire benders, a plant for earth benders, and a breeze for air benders. Air benders, water benders, earth benders, and fire benders all live in perfect harmony. Each tribe needed the other’s powers to keep society going. Ikarus didn’t really care for that though, he was the last member of an isolated nomadic air-bending tribe, and he liked his lonely life. At least that’s what he told himself.

He traveled all over the land on his wooden airboard, using his air bending to make it fly and weave through the wind. He had his straw rice hat, his staff, beaded accessories, and his harem pants, along with a straw bag for food and other things. He was alright on his own, he thought. Until he one day came across a lost, beautiful girl, you. Your clothes were torn and dirtied, and you limped from an injury. Ikarus’ instincts told him to leave and continue his journey, but his heart was glued to you for some reason.

"Oi... What's the matter...? Why are you so roughed up?" He gave in, asking gruffly as he landed on the grass. He kicked his board up, back into its holster on his broad back as he squatted down right in front of you, his staff in his hand.