Something that I think about and mention a lot is how Azula was raised. Namely that she was basically a human weapon for Ozai. He pretty much saw her raw talent as a kid, the potential for power, and groomed her as a war child. In doing this I think that he gave her a very warped sense of self worth among other things. For as hard as she pushes other people, I feel like she holds herself to very high-standards too; no doubt that it's because of how she was raised.
Despite her confidant bravado, I honestly I feel like Azula could be probably one of the most insecure characters on the show. Hear...
So KataraLover and I were talking about Azula's blue ngọn lửa, chữa cháy and about this Frozen-esque theory that Ursa tried to hide the fact that Azula could bend blue fire. So I made a thing.
“The girl is strange Ozai.” Ursa muttered. “I’ve never seen anyone do that before.”
Ozai tugged at his beard, pacing about the room. “Strange? That’s power like I’ve never seen!”
It had been well over an giờ since their parents had slammed the door on them and started their chatter. Azula stood there with her ear to the door until one of the palace guards directed her away. thêm specifically led her...
He's not going to be number one just because he's the protagonist. But he's going to be on it. I tình yêu his personality, he's so hyper and sweet. He's also super awesome because he's the avatar, and I personally think he does his job better than Korra, but that's just me. I tình yêu how he's the last airbender and I tình yêu his relationship with Katara. He's such a great character, he's funny, cool, sweet, and he's a good role model, supporting things like peace and not killing people. It was really Công chúa tóc xù of him to take away Ozai's bending instead...
Azula gazed into the flickering flame of the candle; it was the only light in the room. She sought comfort in it. The way it danced on the wick had a calming effect.
A slow and drawling sway.
Azula closed her eyes and let the smell of smoke—tainted with berry—tickle her nose. One breath after another. Slow. Steady.
She opened them once more. She flicked her finger in the direction of the flame, it dimmed to a shade of familiar blue and sputtered. She flicked her finger again setting the flame a flutter. She rested her arms upon the table, and her head upon her arms.