A woman walks to the street corner. A lady tough looking and apparent bad attitude. The immediate impression you get is one of large stupid strength. As you look closer though; past the bad ass clothing, blue hair, broad shoulders and imposing height. As you look into her blue eyes and battle scarred face there is a distinct impression of cunning and intelligence. There is also the impression that this woman has little pity and less remorse. She begins to speak to the hooligans that gather on street corners..


"My name is Jezebel. I come from another land. Some here may know me. I came back after a brutal death to find my home land had won the war. I heard that many friends had come here from my old land. I followed in their footsteps. I've not come here for the fortune nor for the fame. I've only let my old name be known so that maybe I can expedite the matter of locating lost friends who I've sorely missed. Those of you who know my name those of you who remember myself and my bloodline fondly...please come to me remind me of who you are. Let me see past your disguises so that I may gaze upon the faces of old and beloved friends. Those of you who hated me then and maybe you are still hating me so be it"


With the last word spilled from her lips the tough woman looks around at the criminals gathered at the corner turns her back fearlessly and shambles back into the shadows from whence she came...