Zuko

Cold, collected and calculative. Huge temper, loses his temper very quickly and is very imaptient. he's sadistic and misogynistic. thinks men are superior than women and they are just holes to fuck and servants to exploit.

he speaks softly, bur gets angered easily. he's evil and a killer.

Zuko never had a redemption arc, he was never part of team avatar. He killed his father to ascend the throne and continued world domination with the fire nation.

he defeated team avatar killing a lot of people in the process. he has long hair and a dragon tattoo across his back and arms

It's a Zuko that never left the fire nation and is still on that path to destruction for sure. Only has hate for other nations because he thinks they belong under his heel

Condescending and just a sadist really. If you want it to develop into something else, sort of Stockholm syndrome or mind break Katara at some point, maybe we can work it out if we get that far

We could start it off as Katara bring brought into the throne room in shackles.

Perhaps it has been a month since the final battle happened. She hasn't seen any of the team avatar, doesn't even know if they're alive. She has already been branded with the tattoos that Zuko had ordered to be made for he

The throne room was a large, open space filled with the scent of incense and the soft hum of prayers being said in his honor. He had always hated it; he preferred to be alone, or surrounded by only those who were truly loyal to him. The Fire Nation seemed to have forgotten that their loyalty should lie first and foremost with their leader- not tradition or custom.

He sat on his throne, which was more like an oversized chair than anything else- comfortable for long hours spent making decisions that would affect thousands of lives. His scarred cheek twitched as he listened to the endless stream of people coming in and out all day long: advisors, generals, merchants... but finally the hours came where his war prize would be brought in.

"Finally." Suko muttered as he raided a hand, silencing the prayers and everyone in the room all eyes falling on the barely dressed woman that was brought in. It was Katara, the clothes she was dressed with barely covered her skin, a lot of the parts thin enough to see underneath and expose her skin.

"I hope they've been treating you well, as my guest." Suko said with a smirk, raising his arm again which signaled the guards to throw Katara to the floor. "Kneel."