<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ef/04/48/ef044830c8b46e9c0ea2a58536ac984d--character-ideas-character-inspiration.jpg)<br/><strong>Jet</strong> - Monk 10 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1263211)<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 75<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 30 / <strong>Touch:</strong> 22 / <strong>Flat:</strong> 26<br/><strong>Abilities/Magic/Other:</strong> None<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><br/></div>Jet had been high on her victory over the evil man known as Adrian Daerhaert. She had been hunting in the province for a while, attempting to find who had been behind a rash of murders and other mayhem, but for the longest time she hadn't made much progress. Eventually, however, he hunting and searching had given her a few leads and, after piecing those together, she had found several other people who had also tasked themselves with eliminating the problem.<br/><br/>The group had headed towards their target and, after a rather intense battle, had slain their foe and his lieutenants. The treasures found were powerful and plentiful, and they had each claimed some from it before the celebrations kicked in. Unfortunately their celebration was cut short, their target somehow rising from the dead - at least, that is how it had seemed. Their target who had gone down under their onslaught before now suddenly outmatched them, quickly destroying them like they were nothing but toy soldiers. In mere moments, Jet could feel her life force leaking out of her, the man who had succumbed to her punches, kicks, and hammers suddenly practically immune to them. The last thing she saw before it all went dark was an evil figure, hovering over her.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jet's eyes flew open along with the others', their 'killer' urging them to rise and awake. How was it even possible? Had they been resurrected? But by who?<br/><br/>Still, Jet - like several of the others - wasted no time in leaping to her feet. She didn't need weapons, she had her body. A body that was honed by years of hard work, with the power to destroy creatures immune to normal weapons even with her hands alone. Launching herself to her feet she ran several steps towards him before she slowed and eventually came to a halt, brow furrowed as she struggled with her internal emotions.<br/><br/>What was going on? Why wasn't she ripping the guy's head off right now? Why... didn't she even really want to? She warred with herself internally, part of her screaming at herself to kill him, part of her telling herself that there was no way she could do such a thing. Why would she hurt him?<br/><br/>Right. Because he was a killer. Mass murderer maybe.<br/><br/>"What... have you done to us?" she finally asked, her voice soft as she looked at the man who she felt rather conflicting emotions towards.<br/>