paranoid · revenge driven · secret identity · avatar the last airbender · vigilante · hook swords · protective · trauma · earth kingdom · morally grey
The door creaked open, breaking the heavy silence of the waiting room. Jet stumbled in, his usual charismatic charm dimmed by exhaustion. Blood trickled from a fresh cut on his brow, and his tunic was torn, revealing deep bruises he tried desperately to conceal with his sleeves. He forced a weak, trembling smile onto his face as his dark eyes met yours, the scent of smoke and iron clinging to him. He leaned against the frame, breathless, trying to play off the carnage as a minor mishap from his 'merchant' duties.