Jett

Jett Morningstar | 236 Years Young | Retired Butler

Son of Lucifer & A Slut Vampire

"Where do I go from here.."
Origins: Jett was born a bastard child, and raised oddly normal for a supernatural. His mother was a whore for blood. While she retained rank as a pureblood Vampire, the plasma had become a drug addiction, which caused her to fall quickly. In a dangerous deal with Lucifer, Jett's mother fell pregnant. Of course, Lucifer never had time for his spawns, leaving Jett to his mother. Due to the fact that Endora, Jett's mother, was a Vampire and Lucifer a fallen angel; Jett was birthed without an exact name for his species. He bare's no fangs or blood-thirst, as well as no wings from his father's side. This leaves him...mostly normal. Our red-head retained most of his mother's traits and near to none of his father's, leaving him much weaker than most of Lucifer's spawns. None-the-less, Jett was gifted with his mother's abilities; ones that would put most demons to shame...A Healers Touch.

Past: Although Jett was a wanderer for a good portion of his early years, it wasn't without purpose. His mother was dead now. Jett expected this outcome from a young age. Her hellbent ways and thirst for plasma ultimately were her downfall. Jett despised his father with every fiber of his being. Even strongly disapproving of his mother's ways, Jett still cared for her, even as far as feeding her with his own blood. Jett always longed for the power he was denied at birth. The throne would one day be his. Perhaps that day was closer than he thought, or would he be sadly mistaken.. After a meeting with a Starcaller known as Amir. Jett found that the two had similar goals. Yet Amir's strength and power-control already seemed strong enough to face his father without help. Silently Jett plotted. Amir wished to kill Lucifer, and it seemed he would attempt to with or without Jett. His father's death would mean, the throne open. With his mind made up, our red-head vowed to serve Amir. For the longest time, Amir knew nothing of Jett's true plans or even the fact that Jett had Lucifer's blood running through his veins. His life as a butler for several loyal years came to an end when Amir began to slip even further into insanity; ultimately casting Jett away.

Presently: Ceres, a Fae from Katalam became his world quicker than he'd have thought. The two were good friends. She was a captured pawn in the game his twisted Master, Amir had been playing with Lucifer. Jett witnessed many bad things done to Ceres in Amir's clutches; her wings had been cut, her body beaten and her innocence ravaged. He eventually convinced Amir to free her. The two would not meet again for several years. Down the line, Amir cast Jett aside. Jett would eventually find his way to Ceres where the two were inseparable. She as his friend, and he her guardian. Getting herself into a situation with the Void, Ceres had lost all Fae concepts. She became a mage, the void fueling her power. Ceres, like his mother Endora, was hellbent on one thing, Killing Amir. Her twisted will was unclear, and Jett still does not know the reasoning behind it. She would eventually get her wish, at the cost of her own life. Jett was there, witnessed, and even helped the poor girl carry out her plan. He couldn't leave her alone, and she'd have carried out her plan either way. Jett was rescued from the battlefield by his sister Vivette. Ceres's overload of the Void's magic had killed her, but also her fearsome target. Jett remembered it clearly, she combusted with magic. Her body simply couldn't contain it. Now the Void that once ran through her veins taints his own body. While Jett has seen instances of the curse, he's yet to be fully engulfed in its insanity.

The Trickster: A title that no longer belongs to him. While Jett was always known as cunning and witty, he's actually mellowed out more than normal due to the Void's poison. This is alarming to the few that know him. Jett has always come off strong and for better words.. a jerk. Those personality traits aren't lies, but underneath, our red-head has the heart of a lion. He's always been a white knight and fails to follow in the footsteps of most children of Lucifer. While his depression from losing Ceres has a drastic impact on his mood, he does still retain his earlier traits.

A Sickness: The Void is no joke. It grants great power but with it great pain not only to the holder but the people around him. The sickness is recessive but tends to surface at the worse of times. It has begun to mess with his brain in horrible ways. Jett has recently blacked out and slaughtered a small Pho Noodle Cafe of civilians. He also has terrible dreams of void cursed demons far worse than what Hell has to offer. The curse has begun to take a toll on his metal.

Brilliant Green: Jett is a natural-born redhead. It's always been one of his most stunning features. However, close in second place is his electric green eyes. These were a hereditary gift from his mother's side. All healers in his mother's bloodline carried these exotic green hues. While Jett is built well, he's not over muscular. Toting his famous careless wifebeater and black jacket, Jett doesn't dress to impress.

Jett's Inheritance: Jett grew up and lived his whole life with an uncommon trait called Heterochromia. His green eyes were his natural skin color, but his right eye was always red. This triggered Jett to wear an eyepatch literally everywhere he went. The red hue was a gift, or more so a curse, from his father. While it gave Jett a few of his Father's abilities. It had also proven to hurt him in turn. Since the Void's coming, the Red eye gene has gone recessive, leaving Jett with his natural green hues.

The Sickness: While the Void only pokes it's head out on minor occasions, it stirs within the redhead. When the curse takes over Jett, his eyes (like all Void creatures) will shift to an electric purple color.

A Dangerous Chanter: Jett's talents, as a supernatural are extremely unique. He typically isn't much of a fighter unless you push the right buttons. Inherited from his mother, Jett is an outstanding healer. He has the ability to use recovery magic as well as other supporting magics; this makes him a well sought after ally. Although Jett possesses such brilliance in the supporting aspects of magic, he's yet to use it on anyone other than himself and his Late Master, Amir.

A Signature Trait: Aside from his outstanding healing abilities, Jett retained a few of his father's weaker skills, allowing him small offensive bouts if needed. Jett's mostly recessive crimson eye ties in with the abilities that his father passed down to him. Our-redhead's signature trait, however, is his speed. At normal speed, he's no different from that of an average demon. Though with a spell, spoken from his tongue, he has the ability to quicken himself and allies; literally multiplying his speed to unknown numbers. He's in no way the fastest creature in the world, but faster than most is better than none. Almost all of Jett's spells must be spoken from his lips, meaning they are extremely hard to replicate unless his voice is present. Still, he's been known to teach Ceres, an imprisoned Fae of his past Master, a few of his minor spells.

"Haste" - Once spoken, Jett's speed will greatly increase. He can use it as long as his stamina permits it. This skill can also be directed at others.
"Blood Boil" (Name and Skill inherited from his mother) - Once this word reaches an enemy's ears, their blood will begin to heat causing them to lose focus and fight more poorly. Note: This ability takes a lot of stamina to maintain.
"Bloom" - Any plants in the area will open and secrete a pollen that, if inhaled, puts the breather in a sleep/drowsy state.
"Crush" - Once spoken Jett or any allies, it is directed to will gain a strengthening boost for their physical strength. Side Effects: The listener's eyes may radiate red. This is Jett's second most used ability.
Sacrifice - Jett will begin muttering in tongues. All of his energy will then leave his body and travel to his targeted ally. All of his energy enters the target, knocking Jett unconscious in the process. The target gains a huge power boost and a restoring aura that quickens the healing process.
"Cleanse" - Upon speaking this word, Jett's hands will begin to radiate a warm green aura. This green light is a healing aura. If Jett lays hands on an ally while in his healing state, their wounds will begin to heal.
Kiss of the Snake charmer *Special Skill*(Name and Skill inherited from his mother.) Jett reveals his crimson recessive red-eye inherited from his father. Jett's gaze becomes contagious. If one locks eyes with him. Their body falls under his control for a set period of time; usually around 5 minutes. *If the user has a more powerful mind than Jett, this could backfire causing serious harm to the redhead.
Enhanced Senses - I.e, speed, strength, hearing, sight. All supernaturals usually possess these traits.

Pansexual | Single | No Interests

Most of Jett's ties have been cut. This was not his intention, both enemies and allies of his have come to traumatic endings in these past years. A lover is almost out of the question for him. Taking after his father, our red-head enjoys the thrill of a one night stand. He sees sexual desires as a necessity rather than seeking out a meaningful relationship. Taking after his father, Jett has no preference in gender or species. However, he has been seen leaning more closely towards Human-like females in his past. Jett can always be sucked into a relationship, it's just very unlikely.

CERES (Princess)

A captive Fae of Jett's late Master. During her time in captivity, Jett was tasked with caring for Ceres. Eventually, the two formed a bond of friendship. Over time, Jett convinced his Master to release the Fairy. As soon as the order was given, Jett freed Ceres. While their interactions ended for several years; the two rekindled their friendship later down the line when Jett finally drove his Master to madness. In their time apart, Ceres had dove deeper into chaos. Not only did the Fairy lose herself to the Void but also regained control over its power. Hellbent on finding her love interest, Ceres couldn't see the love Jett fell deeper into day by day. Her death tares at Jett's mental. Her curse has passed on to him, one that he bares to the best of his ability. Only in his fit of Void trances does he see Ceres. While his body commands havoc during these trances, his mind is finally at peace. VIBES VIBES

NESEVA (Pipsqueak)

Jett met Nes by a freak chance; He at a bar and she on a hunting mission. After her interference in several affairs that night, Jett finally decided to help her on her mission in order to get the Hunter out of his hair. Needless to say, Nes oddly reminds him of someone. He's done much in their short time together to keep her from harm's way. In the past, he's even gone so far as jumping in front of a feral Vampire for her sake. While he sustained injuries from the incident, he's never shared that information with her. After parting ways, Neseva continued her hunting missions. This time, it tied her directly to Jett. While she had been bound by her duties, Jett was slipping slower and slower into madness. She now may be his only hope in conquering the Void's sickness. VIBES VIBES

AMIR (Master)

Jett spent the majority of his life with Amir. Straight out of Hell, Jett was able to swindle his way into a butler position for the King of the Cosmos. His goal? Use Amir for the strength he himself did not possess. Years of work paid off. Before long, Jett became Amir's alpha servant and more so his consultant. For a King with such vast knowledge, Jett was able to eventually turn his mind against him. In the end, however, Jett cast his plans aside for Ceres and abandon Amir. This threw the King into a turmoil that even Jett did not expect. Ultimately, Jett was dragged along in battle with the King when Ceres dove into a war she couldn't fight alone. The outcome? Only Jett survived. VIBES

VIVIETTE (Sister Dearest)

A Knight of Hell that Jett has spent a few years not only living with but working for. Jett deeply cares for her whether she sees it or not. At one point in time, he even called her his 'sister'. A grand compliment coming from a Son of Lucifer. Originally, his only plan was to take the prize that was once his Master, Amir's. The duo's relationship didn't work out, driving both Viv and Amir deeper into their own chaos. The only difference, Jett was there for Viviette. He now holds composed anger towards his sister as she's left him in his time of need. The abandonment Jett currently feels due to Viv's disappearance continues to loom. This also keeps him away from his current residence on the top floor of the No Sonno Cafe. He currently has no plans on returning 'home'. He's abandoned all of his belongings there as well as any thoughts of life with his sister in the picture. VIBES VIBES VIBES

MAYA (coming soon)

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VALKYRIE (False King)

A Mistress of the Void that Jett knows far more about than he leads on. He was there when his Master first took her in. Jett also witnessed a sense of love blossom from Valkyrie for his late Master. Though he knew all along, his Master's plans. As Valkyrie came to her senses, the two would find themselves on opposite ends of the battlefield more often than Jett had hoped for. A fearsome warrior she is. While she calls herself King of the Void Realm, Jett has known Valkyrie long enough to tell something in that statement isn't correct. Since the great war and his Master's death, Valkyrie has made her feelings towards Jett clear. He does not cross her path, even if she holds the reigns on his Void Sickness. VIBES

ENDORA (coming soon)

LUCIFER (Father)

Jett's father, an identity that he doesn't disclose to most. Even Jett's late Master didn't know of his origins until the end was near. While Jett did spend some time in Hell alongside his father, they were years wasted. At one point in time, Jett longed for the throne, much like all Sons of Lucifer. The trickster would use his late Master, Amir, in order to obtain this. Though towards the end of Amir's reign, Jett found interest elsewhere. His plans, his goals, dropped. He still doesn't care for his father and isn't sure how to react if the two were to cross paths again. His last vow; to not be a pawn to either side. Thus far, he's stayed neutral. VIBES

Jett is a heavy gambler. This is his sole source of income.

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Endora, Jett's mother, was murdered by his father Lucifer

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Jett keeps his father's identity a secret.

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Jett's blood is extremely tasteful to Vampires. It's unknown if this is from his mother's genes or his father's. Perhaps both. His plasma has been known to have addictive features that to some had become irresistible.

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Jett was a blood mule for his mother in her last few years. He did this quietly and willingly. He holds guilt for being part of her downfall.

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Writer's Writing Style (OOC)

Paragraph, Multi-Para, Novella

Writer's Favored Genres (OOC)

Fantasy, Violence, Realistic, 18+

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Adelaide February 19, 2017 at 8:06am

((I don't have a plot that I can think of. I'll throw a starter your way later on so you can expect that at some point :3))
ＲＯＹＡＬ February 19, 2017 at 12:59am

She didn't say anything for a moment as the boy kept talking, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side, curious one he was but than again everyone was curious about her. The way she carried herself and all, you couldn't help but get curious and ask questions yes? This was considered normal for Royal really, though its hard to believe that such creatures like her even exist after all this time has passed but truth is that she isn't the only one walking around, there are plenty of them hiding among the humans and she was one of them, problem was she didn't bother trying to cover herself or anything, she wanted to let everyone know that she would kill if someone should ever get on her bad side. Rocky wasn't so sure about the male and Royal knew this, which could only mean that he isn't what he seems to be and that was just fine with Royal.....so as long as he wasn't human or anything of course.

He asked her of what she was, he took a guess or two, indicating that she might have been a vampire at first. That was a common mistake because of her eyes, most people would always assume that she was a vampire because of her ruby red eyes but no, she wasn't a vampire and she sure as hell wasn't a damn lycan either. She hated those four or two legged creatures of the night, wolves were like her worst enemy next to vampires and demons; a soft growl escaped from her lips when he said lycan, she hated those filthy creatures with a passion, to even think that she was one was an insult to her but she let it side she let her anger subsided for now otherwise she would be on yet another killing spree and now wasn't the best time to go on one right now. She narrowed her eyes slightly at the male for a moment, a soft scoff escaped from her, shaking her head lightly.

"....You do best to choose your words wisely next time....don't compare me to those mutts of a lycan or vampire, I'm not neither one of those...."
Adelaide February 17, 2017 at 7:57pm

((I'm always down for writing with someone :3 if you have something you'd like to do go for it if you want me to come up with a starter i can see what i can do :3))
Jett February 17, 2017 at 2:21pm

Holy fuck replies | Going to try to get caught up today but I'm drowning in replies zzzzz
Diya February 16, 2017 at 8:45pm

//Don't worry about it, sweetie. It's quite alright.

Diya dipped her head up once she had collected her bag and her coat, seeing his moving, but not quite listening to him. The only true thing she heard him ask was if she was taking stuff home to work on. A simple nod was given towards the redhead. Her hand shifted through her coat, pulling out her keys. Glancing back up, she saw he was holding the door for her. Damn, he can be so sassy, then be do sweet things? A prize to be won here, everyone!

Exiting the shop, the young woman turned around, waiting for him to leave before shutting the door tight, stuffing the key into the lock, making sure no one would get in tonight. Pulling the straps of her bag up her shoulder, she sighed, slipping the keys right in. Where was she going to go tonight? She had nothing to go home to. An empty fridge again, and the slight static of her television. Truly, it is a very lonely world when you can't talk.

Her heel swiveled her around, beginning her journey down the sidewalk. She expected the redhead to leave, content with his eye patch. What would he want with her anyway? A boring old seamstress? Nah. Nothing to hear see here.
Ω February 12, 2017 at 9:19pm

The tiredness that stuck to the man's face matched the enthusiasm of the other across the counter. With all luck the simpleness of his order would put the other at ease. A coffee cup to clean was a matter of seconds, in the end. There were no intentions to linger otherwise. Whether the other was watching or not, Lenn gave a polite nod of his head in thanks to the service. Emerald hues wandered about the space for a bit longer until it would be brought. The voices behind those hues were talking. Chattering away. Intangible things for the most part, noises. Sounds. They didn't seep through into his expressions the way they had in earlier years, for better or for worse he would call it progress. Just because he was now sharing hardly meant that they were not there.

"Thank you." The mug taken, he seemed show no regard to whether it was fresh or not. Coffee was coffee. Better dark, to ward off unwanted sleep for at least another night longer. He wondered just how long he could continue that regime, yet for now, it was better than the alternative. Lenn leaned back ever so slightly in his seat as if the drink's presence permitted some relaxation, letting the cup linger for a minute or to cool. Eventually he raised it to take a small drink before letting it settle on the counter surface yet again.

"Viviette." Lenn 'corrected' himself. Interest in his tone was as prominent as the steam that rose from his cup. He had been told differently from the woman, once upon a time. A glance was cast up from his cup at the other's tone. Nonchalant, seemingly with no intentions to bother yet it seemed he was prying all the same, wasn't he? As Jett wiped off the counter for the night he took another drink or so. Left to his silence. As the man on the clock returned Lenn glanced at the time. Another ten minutes or so he would bother no further. His eyes then landed on Jett. Within a moment's contemplation he responded. "Perhaps you could tell me something about the woman I have made a deal with, then."
ＲＯＹＡＬ February 11, 2017 at 10:55pm

A yawn passed her lips, shaking her head and making a smacking noise with her lips; she stretched out her muscles and sighed a bit, the day was sure going by so slow for her, she just wanted to go on ahead and do her job and go home and sleep. Now, of course she could have went home now and slept in until it was time to leave but she knew if she did that than she wouldn't be waking up no time soon, in fact she wouldn't even make it in time to the drop off site to make sure everything went smoothly like it was suppose to, guess she had no other choice but to remain awake until than. She crossed her arms over her chest, closing her eyes for a moment as she continued to walk, she could hear Rocky up ahead of her, she knew exactly where he was, as long as he didn't travel too far from her than everything was fine. She was unaware of the person that was watching her and her companion, if anything she probably had ignored the fact that there were people out and about.

Than someone walked right in her line of travel, she stopped in her tracks as she slowly opened her ruby red eyes, Rocky had halted as well, his hairs standing on his back lightly as he growled softly at the young man before his owner. Royal reached out to her dog and petted his head lightly, trying to calm him down, letting him know that he didn't have anything to worry about or anything, that she could take care of herself if something were to go wrong during this little meeting. She had guessed that the boy was talking to her, tilting her head a bit to the side a bit as a small smirk formed on her lips; she didn't utter a single word to the boy or anything, just watched him for a moment or two....it had to be a reason why he approached her all of the sudden no?
Raiya February 10, 2017 at 12:02am

--- The interior an odd place, indeed. It was not so much from the numerous and highly eccentric items that lavished every shelf in the shop, but the energies that whispered and thrummed from nearly every corner of the premises if one were to pay mind to them.

Exploratory visitors were frequent occurrences within Omnia. Many went to gaze in awe at the elaborate trinkets that danced and flashed alongside the crystals. Others came to brush the vases that bloomed with feathers, or to peer into the hollowed orbitals and bared teeth of beasts now reduced to nothing but insipid bone. Numerous faces came and left, leaving behind a habitual trait of leaving examiners be until they appeared to need assistance.

The shop keeper did not seem to worry about items being stolen while her gaze was away – she had other…. Methods of ensuring the safety of her items

Hell hath no fury like an Elven robbed

“May I assist you with something, or are you merely browsing~?”

Linguistics rose upon a well-balanced tonalities. They were emitted forth from lips that were dusted in a casual smile as a raven-haired woman made her presence known.
Diya February 1, 2017 at 9:25pm

She had jumped because she had saw the blood on her finger. The feeling wasn't even felt when she cut it. So it was a shock to her. But, nonetheless, she grabbed some tissues and wrapped them around the cut, digging around a drawer for an alcohol pad and one of the large bandages. She had a special drawer for the punks who came in for the patch jobs. Man, she really missed them.

After wrapping up her finger, she took the five and stuck it in the register, nodding towards him. But his statement made her confused. Fix it? Was he talking about her wound, or her being unable to talk? Either way, the confused gaze was given towards Jett. But, it was soon dropped as she heard the watch on the counter go off. She slapped it gently, then to the clock those blue orbs go. It was time to pack in for the night. Diya moved around some supplies from her counter, but put it in a tote bag. Seems she was taking work home today. But first, she had to get something to eat.

Digging around in the bag, she picked up what seemed to be a wallet. Opening it, an imaginary moth came flying out. It wasn't totally empty, but there was about $0.72 in there. Huffing, she looked towards the tip jar. Yeah. Empty itself. Dropping her head, her shoulders lifted, dropping in a sigh just then. Maybe she had something at home? She highly doubted it, but she guesses it's really her only option.

Taking the notepad, Diya stared at the sentence before crossing it out, using the pen to write another note for Jett. She scribbled around a few words that she messed up on, but turned it towards him when she was finished.

Thank you for choosing this tailor shop for your business. Don't forget to come back. I'm always here, at your service.
Ω January 28, 2017 at 4:40pm

So late at night, few pedestrians were about. Night had already claimed the streets outside, and as for the interior of the cafe, the man knew it was soon to close its doors. That would not stop the path of his boots on concrete upon their approach. if they had a pot made for him, he had the time. Coffee, and silence. Two things that proved effective in quieting the darker parts of his head. That peace, he lived off. Although he would not outwardly admit, perhaps it proved another opportunity to pick at the woman's head that owned it, as he had upon venturing in mere nights before. As the figure closed in on the door, it slowly swung open with a feint ring upon the hinge meant to alert those whom worked there.

In walked the stranger with a prompt closing of the door behind him. The man was tall in stature, unmistakably so. Cloaked in a black coat that reached for the floor, mixing with jet black hair as if the stranger's goal was to try and imitate the shadows themselves, in some form or another. A paler complexion and emerald hues meant he was at a loss to that. Those eyes made a broad sweep of No Sonno's interior. The space was clean. Emptied. Ready for those doors to shut, yet nonetheless there he was.

His head turned to the sound of a greeting behind the counter, a voice vaguely familiar from his last visit, even as the stranger had vanished before eye contact even, that night. Lenn looked nonetheless, catching sight of those crimson locks behind the counter. "Good evening." A quieted voice greeted. He made his way over to the counter to take a seat. Upon inspection, the corner of his mouth gave a bit of a smile. "I'll have a cup of coffee, please." He requested. Upon further glancing around the cafe he spoke up as he waited. "No Lynn, tonight?" He questioned, tone of voice almost prying in doing so.