The wanderer, The chief, and the assassin.

The sun was resting at high noon by the time that Jace walked into the gates of Makapu city. He stretched lightly, body not really feeling the heat of the summer as he walked. His clothes were relaxed as he walked lacking the wraps that sand benders were known to have. Though just by looking at him most people could tell that he was from the Si Wong Desert, his clothes were ratted and tattered having survived years of travel. He looked rather poor with the dull brown colors of his clothing, and most people would be correct too assume that he was poor considering he didn't have any money on him. Even so he was hungry and tired from his long journey. part of him knew that he wasn't about to find food or rest here. He never had luck with these cities. In his two years traveling from The Si Wong Desert, towns and cities had only ever managed to confuse his sense of direction. Not to mention show him things he couldn't afford.

Walking through the town he gave a small sigh of satisfaction as he reached a water fountain. Taking out his canteen which was running low on the precious life saving fluid he dipped the metal container into the fountain, filling it with fresh new water. Jace gave a rather satisfied grown as he stretched sitting on the edge of the fountain he looked over the city. He was rather short, even at his standing height he was 5"4'. His skin was a tanned shade of brown natural to those who lived int he desert, and his eyes were a lighter shade of brown to match. His hair however was a short black and he took a moment too soak his head in the fountain, looking around as some people found it rather odd of him to do something like that. Clearly they had never grown up in a world where water was so rare. It was actually kind of insulting that cities kept so much of it just out in the open. He sighed refreshed as the cold water trickled down his neck shaking his head. Just because he couldn't feel the heat, didn't mean he didn't know it was there.