Other: Katara is a water-bender, and a pretty darn tootin' good one, at that. She has the ability to manipulate water in any form, and is capable of using this skill both offensively and defensively. Granted, she actually has to have water to manipulate it; she's not able to materialize it, just bend it.
She also has basic healing powers as part of the whole water-bending schtick. She won't be bringing anyone back from the dead or repairing any severe internal hemorrhaging, but with enough time and concentration, she can take care of rudimentary scrapes and burns.
First Person: I can't find my necklace. I mean, this isn't a catastrophe -- I haven't lost it, I've just misplaced it, but I can't remember where I put it when I took it off to bathe earlier. Alright, I'm frustrated. This doesn't happen. I'm the responsible one, I'm the one that keeps up with things, and now I do something like put my necklace down and walk away?
Alright, Katara. Calm. Deep breaths. How many times have you had to drop what you were doing just to find Sokka's lost socks? I'm sure it's sitting around here somewhere. Let's go over it again, step-by-step.
Third Person: It was no secret that Katara got cranky when she missed sleep. It wasn't something she could help; there was just something that was godawful about the world when she viewed it through heavy eyelids. The fact that Aang, Toph, and Sokka felt the need to keep a safe distance of eight or nine feet from her as they walked through the village market couldn't be blamed on her.
"I can hear you whispering about me," she grumped as she picked up a round, brown vegetable from a pile, inspecting it with narrow eyes as she caught Sokka and Aang exchanging nervous glances out of the corner of her vision. The man running the vegetable stand started to speak, no doubt trying to sell her whatever it was she was holding in her hand, and Katara cut him off with a dark, sleepy glare. "It's bruised. Why would you try to sell us bruised food?" she asked briskly, shoving the produce back into the vendor's hand, and he turned it around in his fingers, flabberghasted and searching for the nonexistent rotten spot.
"I've got three mouths to feed, and I'm not going to make soup with vegetables that have gone bad."
Sokka opened his mouth, probably in protest of Katara's tone -- he hated being spoken about like he was a little kid -- but, without looking, Katara pointed at him in warning and he clicked his teeth shut quickly.
Re: Katara - Avatar: The Last Airbender 4/4
She also has basic healing powers as part of the whole water-bending schtick. She won't be bringing anyone back from the dead or repairing any severe internal hemorrhaging, but with enough time and concentration, she can take care of rudimentary scrapes and burns.
First Person: I can't find my necklace. I mean, this isn't a catastrophe -- I haven't lost it, I've just misplaced it, but I can't remember where I put it when I took it off to bathe earlier. Alright, I'm frustrated. This doesn't happen. I'm the responsible one, I'm the one that keeps up with things, and now I do something like put my necklace down and walk away?
Alright, Katara. Calm. Deep breaths. How many times have you had to drop what you were doing just to find Sokka's lost socks? I'm sure it's sitting around here somewhere. Let's go over it again, step-by-step.
Third Person: It was no secret that Katara got cranky when she missed sleep. It wasn't something she could help; there was just something that was godawful about the world when she viewed it through heavy eyelids. The fact that Aang, Toph, and Sokka felt the need to keep a safe distance of eight or nine feet from her as they walked through the village market couldn't be blamed on her.
"I can hear you whispering about me," she grumped as she picked up a round, brown vegetable from a pile, inspecting it with narrow eyes as she caught Sokka and Aang exchanging nervous glances out of the corner of her vision. The man running the vegetable stand started to speak, no doubt trying to sell her whatever it was she was holding in her hand, and Katara cut him off with a dark, sleepy glare. "It's bruised. Why would you try to sell us bruised food?" she asked briskly, shoving the produce back into the vendor's hand, and he turned it around in his fingers, flabberghasted and searching for the nonexistent rotten spot.
"I've got three mouths to feed, and I'm not going to make soup with vegetables that have gone bad."
Sokka opened his mouth, probably in protest of Katara's tone -- he hated being spoken about like he was a little kid -- but, without looking, Katara pointed at him in warning and he clicked his teeth shut quickly.