Hello. My name is Tenzin. I am a father of four and married to my darling wife, Pema. I am the Air Nomad cultural representative on Republic City's council and currently the only master airbender. It is my duty to teach the Avatar airbending as well as to preserve the air nomadic culture as passed down by my father, Avatar Aang and to help maintain peace and balance within the city where I can.
Lin Beifong is my hero.
M!A Status: None
Independent Tenzin RP/ask blog. Willing to roleplay with anyone. Tenzin is 51 but will roleplay any age. I do not do smut but will get a little romantic with Pema and possibly Lin, depending the circumstance.
I really wanted to write something for Father’s Day. (It’s not long.) In honor of my four fathers (get it?): aanglikeseggcustard, twinkletoesaang,
butyoucalledmehere opentothegreatestchange, and older-aang. Happy Belated Father’s Day!
Tenzin visits his father. (Pema and Meelo also make an appearance.)
“I was a child then. I don’t know why I chose that name, but it seemed appropriate at the time.”
His heart warms when he sees the compassion and sincerity in the gleam of her eyes. He smiles and he believes he can still make out the little water tribe girl he met thirteen years ago. She would be the one to prove to his ability to parent a child. Tenzin isn’t sure if she was ever made aware of it, but he has that little girl to thanks for giving him strength and encouragement, like an urging from his father, to finally commit to parenthood. He hugs her.
“Thank you, Korra.”
“Thank you, Sis.”
“Likewise.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her. Then he pulled back to say affectionately, “Thank you for giving me this opportunity. It’s all thanks to you.”
“Thank you, Ikki.” He relished in her tight grasp. “And thank you for being such a good daughter.”
“There was no acolyte. None of them would lie like that. It’s just a fabricated story to lure readers.”
We’ve heard from a certain Air Acolyte that Chief Beifong has been frequenting the ferry to Air Temple Island, and apparently Councilman Tenzin’s former flame doesn’t make the return ride to the city until early morning the next day. Could Republic City’s beloved sweethearts be giving their relationship another try? And what about Councilman Tenzin’s wife and children?
Read more in our next edition of Republic City’s Headlines
He firmly slaps the paper down on the breakfast table, giving off a clear aurora of irritation. “When I pick up the paper I expect to read news, not some fictitious, gossipy trash.”