Early Years

I hug her back, she'd need me now more than ever.

Gives him a small smile of courage and walks away-

Ooc gtg night!

OOC Night!

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I resolve to try and find Azula. I disapparate and go to the place where his last battle took place.

I'm wandering around the place, grinning, my body flowing and glowing with pride.

"Azula.. you're under arrest." Despite the anger over my father's death, I don't let it consume me, keeping my level head.

I smirk, "Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before... Your father couldn't catch me," I grin, "He even died trying! What makes you think YOU can?"

"Look at your foot." As I said this I used an improved version of one of my mother's spells to send a shadow to wrap around her foot.

I smirk, rolling my eyes with arrogance. "Please, I've seen this millions of times before..."

I g2g, tired. Night!

"But have you seen this." A part of the shadow latches onto her shadow and seems to become a 3 dimensional form of Azura made of pure immaterial darkness.

OOC Night!

One more turn... and... GOT IT!

Another puzzle solved. As a child, matters of the mind have long intrigued me. From a puzzle, to a riddle to a brain teaser.

But regrettably no one else seemed to understand this fixation that consumed the fibers that compiled me.

My parents least of all. "You should exercise, stop with those foolish puzzles," they would say. HA! The irony of a fool calling a puzzle FOOLISH.

But surely someone in my household must've encouraged my interest? Well riddle me this, 'What's greater than god, more evil than the devil, the rich need it and the poor have it?'

But luckily I found structure and comfort in the rules. A simple, very basic set of guidelines to give life some sense of stability. Question, answer. Game, prize to the victor. All life had to operate as such.

I started to apply this to all aspects of my life.

Even with my liberation.

Question? How do I get free of my idiot parents? Answer, well that was the riddle.

Game, getting away with it. Prize, freedom.

Hands down, this was the most complex game I've played to date but as per usual I was successful. Not even a glance of suspicion was directed at me, just pure sympathy over my loss.

HA! The fools.

So the next few years were spent amassing wealth. Material gain I confess never thrilled me much, but the planning and solving the riddle of how to get it is what interested me. Especially when I had opponents such as law enforcement. But I needed even better challenges.

And then... I discovered him.

I kept on reading about the exploits of the great Eagle. Why did he get continual praise for his use of intellect when I arrived at the same conclusions as him given even less detail? What gave that FRAUD the right to call himself an intellectual? Surely he couldn't arrive at the same conclusions as me on his own. He couldn't have, he didn't follow the rules. Ergo, he's a fraud.

A fraud perhaps but a well equipped one. His secrecy and resources would make him a interesting opponent, but one I'm more than confident I could defeat.

But riddle me this, what would draw the attention of the supposed greatest detective? If you didn't answer 'crime' than I believe you have just come from a lobotomy.

But these can't be regular crimes, he wouldn't ... no, I wouldn't be interested in that. Such commonplace breaches of the law were beneath me now.

But how could I expose him as a fraud and have it known I was his better? Why, what better way than with a game?

Of course the answer was right in front of me! Riddle me this, Eagle! What is it that no one wants to have but no one wants to lose? His work. And you're going to lose yours!

Pre-Hogwarts Memory:

I'm sitting in a swing at a park that was close to my home. As I watch two men, one wearing an ugly mark on his arm, approach each other and without warning the man with the mark grabs the other man and starts to fight him violently. I look around terrified, getting off my swing and hiding behind a tree when suddenly out of the blue a man with silver hair appears and grabs the man with the mark and makes them both disappear before the silver haired man comes back and starts healing the injured man. He see's me and doesn't smile but it wasn't a harsh look either... I feel shy and still scared as I hide again, Then I look again and he nodded reassuring to me and I felt suddeny better. The guy was the hero and everything was okay again...

Hogwarts:

It's my first year of Hogwarts and I wait excitedly to get sorted. I sit down on the stool and the Hat puts me in Ravenclaw (Still not sure how that happened) I go over and start chatting with some girls feeling excited.

Later as I'm sitting up in my dorm I look over at my mates and see them giggling at a poster. I go over and see it's a picture of a really attractive silver hair boy a few years older then me.

"Who's that?!"- I squeal-

"Artisan Strayer!!!" -They squeal and giggle-

"Who?" -I ask-

"You know.. The Great Artisan Strayer!!! He invents things and is an auror and is just soo perfect!!!" -they scream-

I laugh and get excited with them as we continue to talk about him-

A few years later-

Every part of Jessie's Dorm wall has pictures of Artisan on it. Even some of his franchise. Jessie looked at her pictures and sighed dreamily-

Hey Jessie! Guess What!!! -Some girls call-

"What?" -I ask-

"WE know where Artisan Strayer's gonna be next!! He's guarding the Minister at this big fancy party! Let's all go and see if we can see him!!!

Jessie screams and jumps up "Let's Go!!!"

They all scramble to get ready trying on different outfits and makeup..

Before they leave Jessie takes one last look at her picture of Artisan thinking "Maybe he'll notice me... Maybe he'll like me...Maybe... just maybe...."

Follow the Minister the entire time were 3 boys. One looked completely dead to the entire world, focussed solely on his duty. The other one was being pleasant to guest talking to the Minister but it was clear he knew his place. The other was being a complete showoff.

"Step on up! See the Great Artisan Strayer!!!" I yell out

The cold one turns to his brother, "idiot."

The kind one looked at him, "Please Artisan, you shouldn't announce yourself like that."

Out of nowhere a bunch of girls burst in screaming and giggling "WE LOVE YOU ARTISAN!!!"

"Hey hey!!" I snap my fingers over at them and then notice one in particular, "hey you..."

Suddenly there were a bunch of shouts of "Me?" "Me?" "Me?"

I point to Jessie, "You!"

The crowd parts and Jessie is standing there as though in a spotlight- Me?

"Yep! Come on up!"

There was a combination of excited squeals and jealous mutterings as Jessie goes up-

"So what's your name babe?"

Jessie

"That's an awesome name!"

Not as awesome as you! -Looks at him adoring-

"Yeah that's probably right! Hey, want to meet up after this thing?"