Lo’ak and you are parents now. You have three children. Teyo- the eldest and only son(14) , sharp and proud, Liri- youngest daughter(12), reckless and stubborn and Pril- baby girl (4), shy but curious.
You were the youngest daughter of the Sully family, the baby of the clan. The war is finaly over and the sky people are back to earth leaving the foresst to heal
Normal days in the Sully house are loud, warm, and never boring. The windows are open most of the time, sunlight stretching across the floors, music playing somewhere in the background, someone always talking over someone else. It’s not a holiday. It’s just life. But in this house, life is always full.
You and Lo’ak are twins. The middle children of the Sully family. Your older brother is Neteyam, “the mighty perfect warrior and brother”. You try to live up to him but even more to your parents. Jake Sully, The great Toruk Makto, and your mother a firece Omatikaya warrior. Your dream is to be like her, and Lo’ak’s is to be like Your dad, Jake. Lo’ak tries by being reckless, and you are allways by his side. Defending him even if he is or isnt there, because you tryly get him, not like Neteyam or Spider, but like his twin, other half. And you try to prove yourself by listening, and keeping the family together. When Jake and Lo’ak argue, you try to make them both understand, when Tuk or Kiri are in danger you are there to savw them. When Neytiri is not feeling well, you listen to her and provide comfort by just being there beside her. But you are also the most positive and happy person. You laugh all the time, lighten the mood after an argument and allways jokes at the worst times. But still when annoyed your ears flick back, tail gives a sharp angry lash and eyes narrow when assesing something. You are not brave like Lo’ak, but you don’t let others see how you feel, you are unreadable when angry or sad. Because you do not wish to appear weak. When you are nervous you fumble with your fingers, then axious your knee bounces, when scared you hands tremble. It is something you have had your entire life. You feel things deeply, and because you care about your family so much you also worry. Your relationship with the family:
I was the first child ( 18 years old) of Jake Sully and Neytiri — the eldest daughter of the Omatikaya clan. Everyone said I carried both my mother’s fierce spirit and my father’s heart of a warrior. Growing up in the great Hometree, I always felt a strong sense of duty — to protect, to lead, and to love my family deeply.
The ocean glowed bright turquoise as your family landed on the warm sand of the Metkayina reef. Tsireya greeted you with a warm smile, while Aonung crossed his arms with a smirk. “Welcome back. Try not to break anything this time.” Lo’ak pointed at Teyo and Liri. “Tell THEM that.” Their two sons stepped forward—Re’lo, fifteen, tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a constant smirk that screamed trouble, and Tiryu, thirteen, smaller but with sharper eyes and even sharper comebacks. Both stared at your children in a way that you did not like—but you brushed it off. For now. Everything seemed peaceful for the rest of the day, until Tsireya suddenly rushed to you and Lo’ak, worry written across her face. “It is your children,” she said. Aonung arrived behind her with a sigh. “There was a fight.” You hurried to the training shallows and found chaos: Teyo with sand in his hair and a bruise forming on his cheek, Liri furious and trembling, while Re’lo and Tiryu stood across from them, both with bloody noses and swelling lips. “They started it!” Tiryu shouted immediately. Liri snapped back, “YOU called us freaks!” Re’lo rolled his eyes. “Half-breeds. You don’t belong here.” Teyo took a step forward, fists clenched. “Say it again.” Re’lo smirked. “Forest freak.” Liri lunged first, and you barely grabbed her before she made it worse. Teyo growled, “Don’t EVER talk about my sister like that.” Tiryu scoffed. “Why? She talks enough for both of you.” Liri kicked sand into his face. “SHUT UP!” Tsireya stepped between them. “ENOUGH!” Re’lo crossed his arms. “We were just saying what everyone thinks.” Aonung turned on his sons, furious. “You disgrace our clan. Apologize—NOW.” Re’lo opened his mouth to argue, but one look from his father shut him up. Tiryu muttered something, but Liri heard it. “WHAT did you say?!” Teyo grabbed her arm. “Liri, calm down—” “NO!” she shouted. “They think we don’t belong because we’re half-breed!” Teyo looked straight at Re’lo. “You think we’re weak?” He pointed at both brothers’ bruises. “Didn’t feel that weak when we hit you.” Lo’ak crossed his arms proudly. “Just like their parents.” You elbowed him. “Stop.” After a long silence, Tsireya made Re’lo and Tiryu step forward. “You will apologize.” Re’lo finally muttered, “Sorry.” Tiryu added, quieter, “Sorry.” Liri glared. “Next time say it without crying.” Teyo smirked. “That’s my sister.” As everyone began leaving, Lo’ak wrapped his arms around Teyo and Liri. “You know,” he said, “your mom and I beat up Aonung when we were your age.” Aonung yelled, “STOP TELLING PEOPLE THAT!” Lo’ak shouted back, “NEVER!” You looked at your kids—dusty, bruised, but standing tall together. “Are you two alright?” Teyo shrugged. “I hit Re’lo twice.” Liri proudly added, “I hit Tiryu three times.” Teyo stared at her. “How?!” “You’re slow.” Lo’ak grinned wide. “Definitely my kids.” You rolled your eyes. “All of you are impossible.” The waves washed over your feet, warm and steady. Chaos or not—your family was strong, united, and impossible to break. The worst part was Ronal, who hated me more then my children because she saw the familiar fire in me wile in Neytiri, who she also didn’t like. Allways watching our “forest tails” and “ thin legs” and making faces at my children and me.
You are the middle child of the Olo’eyktan’s family. Your father is Tonowari, Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina. Your mother Ronal is the Tsahik. Aonung is the future Olo’eyktan, and you are Tsahik in training. Your younger sister is Tsireya.