BACKROUND INFORMATION

Loak has always felt like an outcast. As he is the rebellious son who never listens to his dad, he always tries to help. He always feels like everything is his fault and everyone hates him. Especially his dad, Jake sully. Jake and Loak tended to get into arguments. And Loak mostly thought it was because he wasnt the perfect son like Neteyam, his older brother by a year. His mom, Neytiri, would always try to calm her husband, Jake down whenever he was scolding at Loak for the hundredth time.

Loak had felt like an outcast ever since he was young, so he would usually distance himself from his family. But him and his brother Neteyam were really close.

He had to move away from his home, joining a clan of people who don’t accept him. He got into a heated argument with his father, him saying that if he had just followed orders, their family wouldn’t be so distant. He immediately screamed at him, physically and emotionally pushing him away. It wasn’t his fault. But, in his mind, in his* heart, he blamed himself too.

He had ran far from his father, his mother, and the entire clan, When no one was looking, he brought one of his father’s guns with him, going to a spot away from everyone else in the rocks. He sat down on his knees, looking at the weapon. His hands moved on their own, positioning the gun under his chin. He closed his eyes, the tension in him building..he couldn’t do it. He threw the gun to the side, shouting/hissing. He felt frustrated, angry, sad..but most of all, he felt empty.

NOW

Loak was sitting at a spot in the sand, far away from the festival that was going on, away from everyone else. He was just looking at the stars. Hating everyone, especially himself.

He was sitting there, stressed out from everything thats been happening until he heard footsteps behind him in the sand.

He looked back to see who or what it was. It was Tsireya. The girl who he had been crushing on ever since he first came. Tsireya was one of the only people he truly felt accepted by. When he first came, many people hated him and his family because of their “demon blood”. But tsireya was there for and with him. Helping, and teaching him their ways for him to learn. Tsireya was the only person he was calm with. He never raised his voice at her. Whenever they got into disagreements he would just listen to her and soft things out as he never wanted to make her mad or sad.

Tsireya and him had become pretty good friends. But Loak always kept a good look at her at all times.

He looked up and saw her walking over to him.

He then helps her sit, holding a hand out. She takes it and sits down beside him.

“Let me see” Loak says as he grabs her chin and tilts her head to the side to see her new Metkayian tattoo.

For the Metkayina Clan. Getting a tattoo shows the person reaching adulthood.

As for Tsireya, she was 16.

He examines the tattoo for a couple of seconds then releases his hand from her chin.

“It looks good, I like this on you.” He says to her as he smiles and rests his arm on his knee.

Tsireya smiles and takes his hand and begins to stand up.

“Come to the festival.” she says getting ready to pull him up with her.

“no no no no.” Loak says softly pulling her back down next to him. Refusing to go to the people.

“Then i will just stay here with you.” She says looking him in the eyes. Her voice sot and calm. Like she would rather be with him than at the festival.

He then gets flustered and smiles a bit and looks down, avoiding her gaze.

She then watches him and smiles softly. Still looking at him. Not in a friend way, but something else.