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The Jackal  A devious mastermind, he foiled all of the plans of his enemy using sound strategy and clever tactics. Expert at warfare and a master of the fine art of marksmanship, he would travel around the Mediterranean basin, mercilessly killing all who stood in his way. While H’nd was excellent at the art of war by all means, he had a strong sense of honour and had a strong love and desire for freedom and liberty. A hero to his people, he was loved by all who came to knew him, and was deeply respected on the field of battle by his adversaries.

H’nd Vousesbi lived in the 18th century, and was born in the mountains of Kabylia, in present-day Algeria. He demonstrated a unique proficiency for shooting a rifle at a young age, and was taught by his father in the peaks and crags surrounding the village, where he practiced on small game. He fought his first battle against a neighbouring village at the tender age of 16, and demonstrated such a prowess at marksmanship that he was quickly demanded throughout the mountains of Kabylia, and was paid in exchange for helping a village combat its enemies. He gradually worked his way up, engaging himself in progressively bigger conflicts and higher up the chain of command, until one day, terrible news struck; his brother had been savagely murdered by the savages he was combatting.

Upon hearing this, instead of breaking down and crying or accepting the sad reality of the situation as countless other men had done before him, H'nd channelled hellfire through his palms and brought his brother’s assailants village crashing down around them, while single-handedly wiping out all the goons responsible for his brother’s death, though he was true to his sense of honour and spared the children and women. After exterminating his brother’s murderers, H’nd, also known as “The Jackal”, — presumably because of his epic skills in battle— realized he wanted nothing more to do with war and decided to retire in peace in his native village. However as H’nd was returning home after his murderous rampage, he caught wind that the Turks, after a long and successful campaign throughout Egypt, the Middle East, and the southern Mediterranean basin, were advancing upon his village.

Being the only person who could shoot a gun, H’nd knew he was in a dilemma. If he and his fellow villagers ran, the Turks would plunder their homes and kill any stragglers without difficulty; they were on horseback. If they fought conventionally, the Turks would slaughter them because of sheer numbers and superior training. So H’nd decided to do the sensible thing; he set up a trap along the mountainside and instructed his fellow villagers on how to load a gun. Each villager was set up into an outpost along the ridge, and, when the Turks came, the Jackal ambushed them. Being a master sharpshooter, he would go to each post, where he was handed a gun, and he would take a potshot at the enemy. Each and every shot of his found its mark. The Turks, who thought they were facing a gigantic and invisible army were terrified, and fled. Later, they sent an emissary who offered a peace treaty; in exchange for the surrounding regions, the Jackal would have to agree not to fight them. He wholeheartedly agreed, and for the rest of his life, lived on the taxes the villages around him paid.

H’nd protected and successfully defended his village from the iron grip of the Turks and defeated them with cleverness and ingenuity. His desire for freedom and liberty led him to take a stand against the Turks, and he snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. Though the odds were over 10,000 armed men against one lone jackal and a score of peasants, he managed to massacre the opposing army without suffering a single casualty. For a long time, he was the only one who had been successfully able to stop the Turks cold in their tracks. Though his heroic deeds have been all but forgotten because of the one truly undefeatable enemy, Time, he was a true inspiration to the people of his time.