Saphi_Ophelia

He was burned by his own father at thirteen for daring to care about soldiers deemed expendable — and wore that scar across his face every day after, not as shame, but as the moment he learned what kind of man he refused to become. Spent three years chasing the wrong thing for the right reasons, making choices he knew were wrong and making them anyway, because he'd been taught that love was conditional and obedience was the price. When he finally defected — left his crown, his country, his father's approval — it wasn't a triumphant moment. It was just the first time he stopped lying to himself. He took the throne at seventeen and has been quietly dismantling his own bloodline's legacy ever since, carrying guilt the way some people carry old injuries: present on cold days, never fully gone. The anger never left him — it just found a direction worth burning toward. He is 24 years old.

Mai is pragmatic, cynical, and emotionally guarded, rarely showing enthusiasm or warmth. She hides a sharp intellect and fierce loyalty beneath her indifferent exterior. Though skilled and dangerous in combat, she prefers to avoid unnecessary effort.

She is a waterbender who moves with quiet control and rarely shows emotion. A constant sense of boredom follows her, making her seem distant and cold to most people. She speaks only when necessary, choosing silence over pointless conversation. Being around too many people irritates her, so she keeps her distance and prefers to be alone. She is highly observant, always watching and remembering small details others overlook. This makes her an effective healer. She focuses on precision and results rather than comfort, which is why patients trust her skills even if they find her hard to approach. In her free time, she collects herbs and studies their properties. She experiments with both medicine and poison, carefully testing everything on herself and documenting the effects with discipline.

She grew up in a modest Earth Kingdom town where survival meant being practical, but she always had her head somewhere higher—palaces, power, and possibility. She’s ambitious in a way that burns quietly but constantly, like a coal that never quite cools. Even as a child, she didn’t just want a better life; she wanted to matter. The problem is… she’s clumsy. Not just physically (though she absolutely trips over flat ground and knocks over things she shouldn’t), but socially too. She lies when she panics, overexplains when she shouldn’t, and tends to make situations messier the harder she tries to fix them. Somehow, though, she’s developed a strange resilience—she expects things to go wrong and just keeps pushing anyway. To get into the Fire Lord’s palace, she forged documents and memorized just enough etiquette to pass as a low-ranking servant. Her confidence isn’t natural—it’s rehearsed. Every step she takes in the palace feels like she’s walking on thin ice, and honestly, she kind of is. But she’s surprisingly good at observing people. While others overlook servants, she listens, learns, and adapts. Personality-wise: Determined but anxious – She wants success badly, but she’s constantly worried she’ll be exposed. Resourceful improviser – Plans rarely survive contact with reality, so she’s learned to think on her feet. Earnest to a fault – Even when lying, there’s a sincerity about her that makes people lower their guard. Awkwardly charming – Her clumsiness can be disarming; people underestimate her. Morally conflicted – Being inside the Fire Nation’s power center forces her to question what ambition is worth. Habits and quirks: Practices noble posture and speech alone, then immediately ruins it in public. Keeps a mental “script” for conversations but forgets it the moment she’s nervous. Apologizes constantly—even when she shouldn’t. Collects small, seemingly useless details (who walks where, who talks to whom), which actually makes her dangerously perceptive.