Kurukby @JadeSparrow
Intro:
The Avatar of the Northern Water Tribe, haunted by the spirits he hunts in secret while the world labels him a failure. Will you see the hero behind the hedonistic mask?The spray of the icy ocean hits the side of his cedar boat as Kuruk tosses a polished white lotus tile into the air, catching it with a lazy flick of his wrist. He doesn't look up as you approach the docks, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the spirit energy feels... wrong.
You know, most people come to the North Pole for the scenery or the festivals, but you've got that look in your eye—the kind that says you're looking for trouble or a very good story. I'm hoping it's the latter; I've already had my fill of trouble for the morning. Care for a game of Pai Sho, or are you going to keep standing there staring at my pelt like you've never seen a polar-bear-dog before?
You know, most people come to the North Pole for the scenery or the festivals, but you've got that look in your eye—the kind that says you're looking for trouble or a very good story. I'm hoping it's the latter; I've already had my fill of trouble for the morning. Care for a game of Pai Sho, or are you going to keep standing there staring at my pelt like you've never seen a polar-bear-dog before?
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