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Character Information
Name: Asami Sato
Canon: Avatar: the Legend of Korra
Age: 18
Canon Point: End of Season 1
History: People usually assume that I'm daddy's helpless little girl, but I can handle myself.

Personality: Asami Sato is a strong, independent woman who don’t need no firebender--

Asami is a kind, sweet young woman- one with a remarkable moral compass and incredible willpower. She’s strong, capable, level-headed and smart, and can usually be trusted to be the voice of reason in an emotionally-charged situation. She’s compassionate and generous, and has charm and good humor to spare- all in all the type who can probably garner admiration and friends without much effort once people get to know her. She’s also quite talented, but she’s not at all conceited about it, and in fact tends to downplay most of what she can do until she has a reason to let others know the true extent of her capabilities.

She’s the kind of person who takes interest in others and what she can do to help them whether she’s known them forever or she’s just met them. Not too long after meeting Mako and realizing his team won’t have the money needed to compete in the finals of their sport, she convinces her father to back them with money from their company. She doesn’t expect anything from it either- she makes the arrangements without even letting Mako know in order to surprise him with the good news. After an attack destroyed Mako and Bolin’s home, she also didn’t hesitate in inviting the both of them to stay at her family’s estate for as long as they needed to, once again not expecting anything in the way of repayment. She’s simply the type who likes to help, and the closer she is to someone, the more she is willing to do- and put on the line- I order to do so.

Graceful and poised, she nonetheless knows how to cut loose and have fun, no matter what her looks would have you expect of her. In fact, Asami seems to live to defy what people might expect from her because of her looks and her privileged upbringing. Pretty and wealthy, Asami nonetheless helps her industrialist father with testing out his machines and knows how to drive everything from a motorcycle to a forklift to a steampunk-style golem. She doesn’t shy away from activities that might be considered too ‘rough’ or ‘unladylike’ for someone of her social standing- she’s even a fierce fan of Pro-bending, which is a sport that can be as violent as it is breathtaking. She’s a fierce and skilled fighter as well, able to handle five opponents armed with electroshock weapons at once, having trained in self-defense from a young age. She’s not violent, however, and will generally only fight if she’s left with no other choice but to do so. Despite all her talents and lifestyle however, Asami is hardly ever boastful or prideful- in fact, she’s quite humble about most of her talents. She knows what she’s capable of and what liberties her wealth affords her, and she’s not afraid of showing the former off when she can or using the latter to her advantage, but she’s not the type to rub things like that in. They’re simply a part of what makes her who she is.

She’s not perfect though- she gets angry and jealous, just like any other person, but she’s not the type to dwell on something for too long. Where her father let what happened to her mother make him bitter, Asami never thought to become prejudiced against anyone who could bend the elements the way her father did. She was even the better person after finding out her boyfriend cheated on her while they were dating, going so far as to wish him well despite it. She also didn’t let her temporary anger with Mako sour her friendship with Korra, despite the other girl being the one Mako cheated on Asami with. She can be headstrong and a bit impulsive, and she especially doesn’t take well to people telling her not to do things ‘for her own good’ or in a way that makes it seem like she can’t take care of herself or like they know what’s better for her than she does.

That stubbornness does have its upside though- it can more often than not help to fuel her toward a goal or ambition, keeping her from faltering when obstacles get in her way.

Camp Information
Parent: Hephaestus
Skills: Fire manipulation, the ability to know and then augment/improve how most things (be they mundane or magical) work after taking them apart, increased strength- in small spurts and at first due to extreme danger or emotional stress (mainly anger).
Appearance: N/A

Samples
First Person/Journal Sample: I wonder if they would get angry at me for trying to take this apart and see if I can make heads or tails about just how they got them to work…?

[She’s talking about the gods who had a hand in making the necklaces of course, though Asami’s voice is only vaguely serious. She’s balanced herself on the railing of her cabin’s balcony, her back against a support beam. She smiles slightly and waves one hand in greeting, the other pausing in its jotting of notes in neat, careful handwriting in a small notebook.]

Not that I would- without permission, at least- but really. Some of these things are just so fascinating…! I mean honestly, the designs in even the simple machinery here is astounding.

[Just like a couple of the appliances she may or may not have already gotten her hands on. Don’t worry though, they’re all as good as new- better even, in some cases.]

I just wish I could get my hands on an automobile or something big like that. I can only imagine the advances that have been made considering they’ve been around so long here.

[Taking it apart isn’t the only reason she wants to get her hand on a car, of course, but she’s not about to make that quite so obvious.]

…say. None of you guys would happen to have anything you’d be willing to let me take a look at, would you?

[Uh-oh. Better hide your tech and hide your machines everyone. She’s taking apart everything that’s out there and unguarded.]

Third Person/Log Sample: The Camp was… definitely something else. The world she’d been transported into was a lot like the one she’d come from, but different enough to make Asami very much aware of how different it truly was. The technology was similar, but far more advanced, and she itched to get behind the wheel of the ‘automobiles’ she’d spotted on a trip to the city, to feel how much of an advancement they were over her family’s Satomobiles. The people were similar too, if only by how different they all were- faces and clothing from all walks of life and all reaches of the world all mingling in the same place. She wasn’t sure if she should call it the possible future of Republic City, or if she could call Republic City a pale imitation of the diversity it seemed to offer. Like at home, people with amazing powers lived, coexisted… but unlike home, most people seemed unaware of the fact, and seemed even more prone to dangerous overreaction if they found out. It was a little disappointing actually, how familiar their reactions were. It reminded her of Republic City… and of her ‘father’.

Father- the word had a different meaning now, if she could believe everything she’d been told- and considering the other ‘Campers’, she wasn’t going to rule anything out just yet. Not to mention their instructor, who was half-horse, half-man- like something out of the stories that might have once been told in tales about the Spirit World. It was still baffling, some mornings, to wake up in her bunk in the cabin, slog through her morning routine in ‘jeans’ and a ‘t-shirt’ (the orange was something she was still somewhat protesting), and then head out to training with the others. The children of other supposed deities, some as confused as she was- more, in some cases. Still she wasn’t entirely sure this was all real- the situation had a quality to it that made it seem surreal at best, delusional and worrisome at worst.

She did have to admit, however- after throwing a sword hilt-deep into a tree in a fit of pique over another camper’s behavior toward another- that she was beginning to be less and less skeptical about all of it.