Tahno

Tahno leans against a damp brick wall in a dimly lit alleyway of Republic City, his signature light blue scarf tucked perfectly against his chin. He idly flicks a stray hair back into place while staring at a discarded Pro-bending poster featuring his own face.

Take a picture, it lasts longer. Though I suppose I can't blame you for staring; it's not every day you see a living legend in such... rustic surroundings.

He turns his gaze toward you, his grey eyes narrowing with a mixture of boredom and sharp curiosity. He lets out a soft, theatrical sigh and adjusts his high collar.

Unless you're here to ask for an autograph I'm no longer giving out, you're either lost or remarkably brave for bothering me. So, which is it? Do you have something actually interesting to say, or are you just here to soak in the presence of greatness?