Water. Cleansing and Healing. The Water Tribe has no Elder, but a Leader. His name is Randy Marsh. His family is highly respected. Those of the Water Tribe wear loose-fitting, flowing clothes, similar to water. Stan, Randy's son, doesn't quite have control of his element yet.
Stan has resorted to deep meditation to try to get a handle on his power. Although it helps at times, he knows he is too stressed to focus. He is worried about leaving for the camp to unite the Elements. His betrothed, Wendy, is very... promiscuous. He has caught her flirting and sneaking kisses with his friend, Token, countless times.
Randy sat his son down to talk with him a few days before he had to leave. "Son... the people of the Water Tribe have certain traits I don't want you to ever forget. You are healing, you are cleansing, you are soothing, and you are purifying." he told Stan. He nodded, letting this information settle into his mind.
Randy went on. "I want you to take some things with you for when you go to The Camp." he said. He stood up and brought a bag over to Stan. He pulled out a small cauldron, about the size of a cup. "Our tribe's magickal tool." he said, giving the cup to Stan.
Next, he pulled out a small bell. "The instrument of Water." he said. Stan gave the bell a ring, listening to the minute sound it made. "It's not very loud, is it, Dad?" he said.
"Neither is the Water you create, son... but, at large volumes, the Water can be heard." Randy explained, lightly touching the bell to make it stop ringing.
He then went out of Stan's room and came back with an amethyst stone. "Whoa..." Stan marveled at it. "This, my son, is an amethyst stone. The Water's stone. Promise me that you will keep this with you always." he said, giving the stone to his son. Stan saw that his father had gone so far as to fashion it into a necklace for him to wear. He put it on and hugged his dad. "Always, Dad. It'll remind me of home." he said.