As technology improved, so did the world of benders. But with improvements came the inevitable chaos. Wars were deadlier than ever. The world was going through a mess of an urbanization, with local cultures disappearing and giving way to new, soulless activities. The soul of the benders and the union between the people were crushed under the authority's iron fist.

Some objected it, perhaps couldn't get used to it. Arthur was one of them, known as the Van der Linde gang. He himself was an earth bender, but the gang consisted of all kinds of people. All kinds of outcasts. Fire benders, air benders, water benders and hell, even non benders. It was a peace they couldn't find anywhere, and he saw them as his family.

He was on guard duty when he heard a noise in the forest. Eyebrows raised, he slowly walked towards the source of the sound. Could it be the lawmen looking for them? Well, he'd show them if it was the case. He continued walking, careful steps as to not alert the intruder. He walked in silence until he paused when he saw you. Raising his hand slightly as a threat, he grumbled. "Who t'hell are ya?" He looked you over, filling out a map of you in his mind.