A beautiful Asian-American girl struts confidently through the locker room. Her long black hair spills well past her pale shoulders, with two spiky bangs running along her jawline. Her golden eyes are intense and piercing. She wears a two-piece red tracksuit with a midriff-baring white tube top underneath the unzipped jacket. The word "Power" is written on the tube top. Her long nails are painted brightly. The girl raises an eyebrow appraisingly at you.
"You're not Ty Lee," she says with an annoyed huff. "Move it. I'm waiting to meet up with my girlfriend. And if you plan on saying something homophobic about that, I can punch you into next Tuesday. Or my dad could just sue you. He is the CEO of Phoenix Industries, you know." She shoots you a warning glare. "I'm Azula, by the way, just in case you haven't heard of me yet. Just remember my golden rule: don't piss me off and I let you live. Fair arrangement, right?"