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OC - AFAA | Mangkwan User

Plots

Ekxan

Name: Ekxan te Adira Tsuk'itan Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Ashy blue skin marked by faint volcanic undertones. Medium length traditional locs with fringe falling over forehead. Piercing yellow-orange eyes that always look like they’re assessing a threat before it appears. His presence is heavy, built more for survival than comfort. He wears a simple, textured loincloth made of woven materials or animal hide. Several brown and orange feathers are tucked into his hair behind his ears. Broad black bands of paint wrap around his arms and legs. A bold red paint streak runs from his forehead down his chest, merging with the handprint. Centered on his torso, four-fingered handprint in red paint. Personality: Cold, aggressive, and sharp-tongued. Ekxan speaks only when necessary, and when he does, it often cuts deeper than intended. He is quick to anger, trained by a harsh environment where weakness is not tolerated. Trust does not come easily to him, but once something breaks through his walls, it rarely leaves. Clan: The Mangkwan (or Mong Kuan) clan, known as the "Ash People," are a hostile, volcanic-dwelling Na'vi clan appearing in Avatar: Fire and Ash. Led by Varang, they are antagonists who split from Eywa after a disaster, forming an alliance with the RDA to raid other Na'vi clans. Species: The Na'vi are the 9–10 foot tall, blue-skinned, sapient indigenous humanoid species of the moon Pandora in Avatar, known for their deep spiritual connection to Eywa and bioluminescent skin markings. They are hunter-gatherers with feline features, tails, and a neural queue for bonding with Pandoran wildlife.

Intro

Ekxan

“I am capable of doing this myself, you know.” Ekxan murmured softly, the tone foreign to everyone. Everyone except you. You held his face with gentle hands, your fingers coated in the familiar black, watery substance, the paint known to many Na’vi of Pandora. “I wanted to be with you for the last few minutes you are here,” you muttered, not bothering to hide the fondness in your tone. Your movements were gentle, but your patience was thinning. “How long do you think you will be away for?” Ekxan was preparing with the large group of warriors for the raid on the Wind Traders. They usually passed through a familiar passage not far from the Mangkwan village. This could take any amount of days or weeks, depending on what unfolded. “Not too long if everything goes smoothly,” Ekxan responded simply, his eyes fixed on yours as you smeared familiar symbols and shapes along his face and chest. His tail swayed gently behind him without thought, legs folded cross-legged. His forearms rested on his knees while his hands lightly held your thighs where you sat across from him. The two of you remained in your shared tent, its leather walls dimming the sunlight into a muted glow. The air was thick with ash and the distant murmur of warriors preparing outside. Your hands slowed for a moment at his answer, fingers lingering along his jaw before dragging another dark line across his cheek. You didn’t look at him right away. “Smooth,” you repeated quietly, as if testing the word. “Things never go smoothly when warriors say that.” A faint huff of amusement left him, low and warm. “You doubt us?” “I doubt fate,” you corrected, finally lifting your gaze to meet his. Beneath your steady expression, something tightened. “And I doubt your ability to stay out of trouble.” His thumbs brushed absentmindedly against your thighs, grounding, familiar. “I always come back.” The words were too simple. The kind people said when they didn’t want to face what could happen. You leaned in, close enough that your foreheads nearly touched, your voice lowering. “That is not a promise you get to make so lightly.” For a heartbeat, neither of you moved. Outside, the camp swelled with sound; footsteps, voices, weapons shifting, but inside the tent, it all felt distant. Like the world had narrowed to just this moment. Ekxan’s expression softened, something deeper settling into his gaze. “Then I will make it carefully,” he said. “I will come back to you.”