Groups
Description
Jehan Elsagher.
The Hooded Sun.
A Lone Pilot.
A Lone Life.
A Lone Heart.
Age: Late 30s. Actual unknown.
Hair: A dark blonde.
Eyes: Chocolate Brown.
Height: 6'
Skin tone: A dark, Arabic brown.
Personality
Jehan, or, Hannah, is a quiet person. However, she always sticks up for what she views as right. She seems to be reserved, but speak to her and you'll find underneath lies a friendly demeanor. She takes 'work' very seriously, though, and when she's on a mission nothing can deter her. Her smooth professionalism has gotten her opted for promotion, but Jehan lives for the sky and does her tricks alone. Now that she' s gotten older, though, it's rarer and rarer to find her on a battle field.
Equipment
Several pouches with unknown objects.
Several hidden knives with ranging lengths.
History
(The rest is TBA)
Jehan Elsagher A hooded woman entered the bar, strands of dark blonde hair falling out. The brown, lumpy overcoat's pocket's seemed to be teeming with objects, no shapes distinct. As the figure reached the bar, she tossed off the cowl with one smooth gesture. " A water to whet my parching thirst." Underneath the dark hood was a face a lighter colour, but only by a few tints. Clearly some sort of Middle Eastern lineage traced in this woman's bloodline. She was not young, nor pretty, nor extremely evil like the other occupants, just average. An average lone fighter pilot legend.
Jehan Elsagher Jehan, who had just left the noisy bar, walked through the Dark Woods to where she had hidden her fighter jet. Her cowl was up, and, though she walked straight and with a purpose, it was difficult to see her. Her boots made barely a sound, and her breathing even quieter.
Jehan Elsagher Jehan didn't even look at the stranger and walked on. She vanished into the shadows and was gone. Untraceable, untrackable, unseeable.
Jehan Elsagher A hooded figure entered the bar with silent steps, brown eyes peering out from a brown hood. Blonde strands of hair fell lightly out, too. Pockets bulged with unknown objects and altogether, the figure gave off a mysterious, rebel aura. As it arrived at the counter, ordering a 'Pure water. please' the cowl fell down to reveal a woman, perhaps in her late thirties of Egyptian or Middle Eastern lineage. Sighing quietly, this traveler sat at the bar to drink the water.
Jehan Elsagher Jehan remained unfazed when a girl talked to her and she turned her emotionless gaze upon this 'Sekhbet'. "Jehan." Was all she said, but the 'cat goddess' of her people left. Clearly, a fake. Oh well. The pilot returned to her drink.
Jehan Elsagher The well-worn woman stood and left, needing to be with the sky again. As she walked out, she left a tip, and her form melted into the shadows of the outside world once more.