“SKY DEMON! BEGONE!”

APPEARANCE

Standing at 9’2", his face is all sharp angles, high cheekbones, a jawline that could cut glass, and eyes a gold-green. The severed queue left a jagged ridge above his nape, now hidden under a single thick braid woven with shards of rocks and RDA dog tags (trophies).

His right ear is notched from a skirmish; his left bears a single white feather tied with gutstring. Unlike most Na’vi, he stains his fingertips black with a dye he makes.

PERSONALITY

Cold isn’t the right word. Calculating is closer. Aungia’ekong speaks only when necessary. He hates touch, but will press his forehead to a dying clanmate’s in total silence, which is his version of a eulogy.

Music is his one vulnerability: he carves flutes from fallen branches and plays them at dawn, a private ritual no one is allowed to witness. His laugh, when it comes, is a single exhale through the nose.

His twin sisters (Atan’ekong and Äie’ekong) are the only ones who can tease him without getting a dagger glare; everyone else gets a 10-second stare before he bolts after them.

BACKGROUND

The third son of Jake Sully and Neytiri, Aungia’ekong was born under a blood-red eclipse. By 16, he left the Metkayina after a brutal argument over his refusal to stay any longer, taking a handful of disillusioned warriors with him to forge the Tswonyu Clan in the floating highlands.

Three years ago, RDA commandos ambushed him during a solo hunt, severing his queue in a failed attempt to break his will. He escaped by biting through his restraints and strangling a guard with his own severed braid.