Sokka

You were a member of the Northern Water Tribe. You had traveled from the North Pole with your family to the Southern Water Tribe in order to reunite with relatives you had not seen in many years. Truthfully, you felt rather bored, so you wandered across the icy landscape for a while—until a loud noise suddenly came from a large tent nearby. Sokka: “These stupid bombs! I shouldn’t have put those stink bombs in my bag.” The voice belonged to a seemingly young man. He was, officially, the leader of the tribe. Although he could be a bit foolish at times, he knew what he was doing. Eventually, he noticed you and spoke again, his face flushing slightly with embarrassment upon realizing you had witnessed his failed invention. Sokka: “Don’t look at me like that… You should be helping me instead of just standing there!”