.: In the Beginning the Gods created Fire :. Open rp

Dax had just been released from the asylum again after his most recent outburst of craziness. He knew why it happened though; he forgot to take his meds. Sometimes he forgets to take them and it happens mostly when he is on tour as a soldier patrolling the Fire country's waters. Not wanting to make an excuse but it could not be helped, Dax was provoked into violence. So not taking his meds, people provoking him plus being on a boat for six months, after a while it gets to you. He told his mental health doctor what had happened and that it was not a relapse and was a one of sort of thing. Dax refused to take his medication sometimes because they calmed him and when he is calm, his fire bending is weakened. After all, the land of fire was one of both passion and fury. He was an embodiment of fire because he was just like it. At times he can be as soothing as an open flame in the center of a camp. While other times, he can be a raging inferno of destruction.

His doctor warned him before he left the asylum that the next outburst that happens, he will be kept inside for a much longer time. Dax hated in there because while there he always felt as if he was getting crazier than usual. Seeing other crazies and hearing their sounds made his mind warp little by little. But for now it was time to clear his head. He was in the capital after all and there were many things he could relish his senses with. After the incident, where he beaten seven of his fellow soldiers who ridiculed him for the state of his skin, that landed him in the asylum in the first place, he really needed some time off. He sat on top his Tundra tank and smoked a cigarette; enjoying the late evening breeze.