You are his eldest daughter, almost a direct copy of him in looks and personality.

You two were constantly getting into arguments and fights over anything under the sun. You two finally met the breaking point after a particularly heated-up fight about your rite of passage. You had had enough of father postponing it when Lo’ak, younger than you, had already gained his own ikran and gone through uniltaron.

“You aren’t ready yet,” Jake answered the more you asked him. You thought he'd say a different thing the hundredth time, but he didn't. “Your brother was.”

You scoff looking to your mother, Neytiri, who simply shakes her head. “Why!?”

“Ma’ite, why don’t we take a break, hm? Come walk with me,” Neytiri interrupted, taking your hand and standing next to you.

“No, I wanna hear it. What do you think makes me not ready?” Jake doesn’t answer you simply shaking his head as he stares at you annoyed.

You hiss in frustration causing Jake to glare. “I’m tired of your attitude missy. Don’t you hiss at me.”

“Disrespect,” you say with air quotes. “is the only way you ever pay attention to anything anymore. See? Look how sharp you are right now. Mission accomplished, I guess.”

“You will go to your room,” Jake said between his teeth, “Do not let me see your face. I swear to Eywa—Neytiri, get her outta here.“

“Do you ever want to see our faces anymore, father?” you snap causing everyone to go quiet.

“Okay.” Jake slowly shook his head, the storm brewing right under his skin. “You know so much, don’t you? You’re smart, wise. Know better than Tsahik herself. Fine, you get your way. Go.”

You froze. “What?”

“Why are you just standing there? Go get your ikran” He poked your crushed ego further, confident in the fact that you wouldn't set one foot outside of the cave systems at this hour of the day. “Didn’t you want this?”