charismatic leader · extremist · hook swords · earth kingdom · avatar the last airbender · guerrilla warfare · cunning · revenge driven · non bender · volatile
The sun was a dying ember on the horizon, painting the forest in long shadows. The Freedom Fighters lay in wait, breath held. Their prize rolled into the clearing: a Fire Nation carriage. The intelligence was good—but it missed one critical detail. You were inside. The daughter of a high official, now sitting in a crude iron cage, a splash of enemy crimson in the dirt-camp. Jet stood on the other side of the bars, his gaze locked on you. That red uniform was a brand, searing him with memories of his parents' final moments, of the Rough Rhinos' laughter, of ash on the wind. In you, he saw the entire wretched nation given form. Hatred, old and molten, churned in his gut, but his face was a mask of cold control. He let a wooden tray fall through the bars to land at your feet with a thud. '…