Currently: Traveling to Katalam, Russia

Health: 100%

Current Thoughts: "Just a bit longer...Your sacrifice will not be forgotten, Princess."

 Name: Jett (No Last name given) 

Age: 235/ Birthdate: Dec. 25

Occupation: Ex-Butler

Personality: The Trickster at his finest

Species: Mixed breed, no name.


Jett was born a bastard child and raised oddly normal for a supernatural. His mother thirsted for nothing but blood, being of Vampiric descent. While his father was known worldwide as none other than, Lucifer the Morning Star. 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.

Although Jett was a wanderer for a good portion of his early years, it wasn't without purpose. Despising his father with every fiber of his being, 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, Jett and Amir parted ways. With Jett as his grounding, Amir eventually ran into issues. He'd lost his healer, his entertainment, and more importantly his very foundation. His final act against Ceres, a dear friend of Jett's, made our red head's final decision. Not only did Jett flee from Amir's clutches but also stole his most powerful possession.

Jett's talents, as a supernatural are quite unique. He isn't much of a fighter unless you push the right buttons. Inherited from his mother, Jett is an outstanding healer. With 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.

Aside from his outstanding healing abilities, Jett retained a few of his fathers weaker skills, allowing him small offensive bouts if needed. Jett's single red eye ties in with the abilities that his father passed down to him, though his natural eye color is green. Our-redhead's signature trait 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, has taught Ceres, an imprisoned Fae of his past Master, a few of his minor spells.

 Classification: Assassin

* Note that skills with "quotes" around them must be spoken from his lips *

  • "Haste" - Once spoken, any allies he is directing the skill at will gain a speed boost. 
  • "Blood Boil" (Name and Skill inherited from his mother) - Once this word reaches Jett's 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 any allies it is directed to will gain a strengthening boost for their skills and physical strength. Side Effects: The listener's eyes may radiate red.
  • "Whither" - Upon speaking this word, rain will begin to fall. Once the drops touch the ground, they become toxic. With enough rainfall, toxic puddles will gather upon the ground. Touching the toxins could result in illness, melting flesh, and/or draining of energy. 
  • Sacrifice - Jett will mutter in tongues to himself. All of his energy will 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. 
  • Resolve - With the snap of a finger, Jett is able to echo his voice through his mind. ~ Telepathy~ This skill is used to speak long distances or cast his spells if he is unable to speak. 
  • "Cleanse" - Upon speaking this word, his 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.
  • "Stone Skin" - Upon speaking this a transparent shield forms around his target, defending them from on-coming attacks. The barrier is easily broken but can easily be put up again.
  • Kiss of the Snake Charmer *Special Skill*(Name and Skill inherited from his mother.) - This ability is passive and uncontrollable by Jett. Removing his eye patch. Jett reveals his crimson 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 our redhead. 
  • Calling *Special Skill*(Skill inherited from his father.) - Muttering in tongues, after a small channel time, Two identical clones of himself spawn on either side of him. 
  • Enhanced Senses - I.e, speed, strength, hearing, sight. All supernaturals usually possess these traits.


  • Physical Strength - Jett's speed comes at a cost. While he, himself, possesses heightened strength, powerful blows will quickly halt him. This also means Jett cannot wield heavy weapons due to being slowed down.
  • Silence - If Jett is muted, he is unable to cast most of his spells. This can be purged by him, however.
  • Kiss of the Snake Charmer*skill* - This is one of Jett's most powerful skills, yet one that he uses wisely. While this gives him the power to control someone upon eye contact. If the victim has a more powerful/advanced mind than he, this skill will backfire damaging Jett. Typically he'll get massive head pains.
  • Cosmic Energy - Although not yet tested, it is believed Cosmic energy is a weakness of his, much like it is to his father.
  • Mana Draining Skills - Jett's magic pool is extremely large, much like his father's, however, it can be depleted just the same.


Jett keeps his ties shallow, the few people on his list of contacts have an extensive history or bond with him. A lover is almost out of the question for him. Taking after his father, our red-head enjoys the excitement of one night stands and the fresh scent of a new partner. He sees Sexual desires as a necessity rather than a need for a relationship. However, Jett is extremely loyal once mated, and can always be sucked into a relationship, it's just very unlikely.

Orientation: Male/Female

Relationship Status: Single: N/a.

Current Interests: He's been chasing the tail of a particular Knight. This is more for his thrill than anything.


Notable Convos:

Jett: "You're the only one that can kill him. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Ceres: "Yes. I have something I must protect."

Jett: "You realize you might not come out of this alive, Princess..." 

Ceres: "Yes, I'm ready."

Ceres and Jett have a long history together. From the first time she became a captive to his Late Master, the two formed a bond. Their bond only strengthened later in life once the two reunited on the outside. Jett has taken a liking to Ceres and treats her as a younger sister. He had realized at one point in time Ceres may have wanted more; though her hellbent reality of Jett's father has kept her feelings for him at bay. Jett prefers things this way. With his Late Master at large, it appears Jett may be the downfall of his most trusted Ally.



Notable Convos:

Amir: "Are you sure you're not a Demon, Jett?"

Jett: "Of course, whatever gave you that idea, Master?"

Amir: "You're as cunning as a snake."

Jett: "Checkmate. Care for another round?"

Jett's first imprints on this world were made alongside his former Master, Amir. This was a relationship Jett opted into willingly in order to slay his father. Using Amir to do the dirty work that Jett was not fit to do seemed the perfect plan. However, Amir was far more unstable mentally than Jett had planned on. Over the course of time, Jett found a way to detach himself from Amir. His sister allowed him the opportunity to escape. Before leaving, Jett was sure to swipe the one thing that Amir could use against not only him but his Sister as well as Ceres. Jett is no hero, but with Amir's Medallion of Absolute Law out of his clutches, not only he, but the world is a much safer place.


Notable Convos: 

Jett: "Mother, you need to put down that bottle, we need to get as far away from here as we can."

Endora: "Dear son, why don't you trust me?"

Jett: "That's not it, I don't trust him. You've angered my Father." 

Endora: "Silly boy, I can handle myself. Now come here and let me drink from those sweet veins."

Jett: "....... Fine."

Endora was Jett's mother. It was clear to say Jett was an accident. Endora was drawn to the blood of Lucifer. Through whatever deal/argument the two got into on that fateful evening, Jett was conceived. She raised him alone and did the best a mother could do for a deadbeat. In more cases than not, Endora was drunk. The alcohol kept her grounded, but also kept Her and her child from bonding. From a young age, Jett became her blood mule. He did this reluctantly but willingly in order to keep his mother happy and healthy. Her death came swiftly while Jett was away. Although he seems alright with her passing, Jett mourns his mother quite often. Her death started his smoking habit.


Notable Convos: 

Viviette: "Because, of course in his sense, his son and daughter, brother and sister, would be looked highly upon fucking each other senseless? Screaming brotherSister! Into the air in luxuriating bliss into the air without copulation?"

Jett: "I could give a damn."

Viviette: "Could give a damn, you say?" 

Jett: "We aren't humans dear sister." 

Jett met Viv out of sheer luck. Many years back, she and his Late Master we an item. Sadly, their relationship was destined for failure. However, knowing of Jett's origins, she began to speak to him far more than she did his Master. Over several years, the two have kindled an odd bond. Although they are not siblings, Jett still calls Viv his sister. She's a spawn of Lucifer, While he is a child of Lucifer. The nickname derived from their similarities. Although Jett calls Viv his sister, this doesn't stop him from doing everything he can to get in her pants. He doesn't have a romantic interest in her and only does this for sport. Viv however, knows this and fails to comply with his game.


Notable Convos: 

Jett: "C'mon, we used to be on the same side once." 

Valkyrie: "We were never on the same side."

Jett: "At least not willingly."

Valkyrie: "I suggest you steer clear of me, otherwise I'll take care of you myself."

Jett: "As you wish, False King." 

Jett encountered Valkyrie for the first time not long after joining forces with his Late Master. She was charmed by Amir, though the two never amounted to so much as a kiss. It wasn't long after that Jett realized Amir held much more over Valkyrie than just his good looks. Eventually, Valkyrie broke free of Amir, and the two met later down the road. In an effort to kindle something, Jett outstretched a hand to Valkyrie. However, it appears her strength has passed his own. Although the two would prove an even match, Jett has chosen the safe route. The two have yet to meet since. 



Jett is an excellent chess player.

 Endora, Jett's mother was murdered by his own father.

 Jett's fighting style and abilities leave him vulnerable to physical attacks. 

 He is an excellent chef.

 Jett is a gambler, which is currently his source of income. 

  Jett Keeps his father's identity a secret from most.

 Jett's enemies often refer to him as the Trickster. Implying his fast speed and cunning ways in battle.

 His title The Rook was given to him by his old Master. It's grown on him.

  Jett is a softy and has been seen putting himself in harm's way for others multiple times.

Jett's blood is extremely tasteful to Vampires. Not only is it filling but also invigorating. His blood puts most bloodsuckers in an ecstasy-like state. It is believed this is due to both Lucifer's blood along with his mother's Vampiric Pureblood cells.


Out Of Character

Current Threads

Selectively Open/Accepting - Must Plot - No one-sided plots, I give my input you give yours.

1. Ness - Replied

2. Dom - On Pause/Reassessing

3. Diya - Replied

4. Celestra - Replied

5. Open

6. Open

(When these are filled, threads are closed.)

Ceres - Thread closed till others in group catch up.Credits

For all text art: Cool Text| Character inspiration - Original NPC of Derek/ © Jett is owned by me.



Jett is currently going through a big storyline rollercoaster with a few friends of mine. With this being said, It is hard to plot around my main storyline. I do not do AU, please don't ask. Below are the only plots I can currently think up to bring to the table. Don't let this shut you down; toss out your own plots and we'll get something of our own going. Threads are not limited to the plots below.

 Jett has a child: This is perhaps a 'down the road' plot. I've been writing as Jett for years and figured it's about time for him to have a legacy.

Jett meets a vampire: Due to Jett's mother being a Pureblood, he's bound to run into them eventually.


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  • (Hey there! Jeezus, I feel really crappy for having this wait for nearly an entire year. Hope you'd still want to write together!

    Just a heads up, I will be changing this character, if you'd still be down to plot something? :0 )

  • They would be answers only he could get should he ask. Sadly he was not the only one who was being ghosted. Even some of Lynn's closest friends were. They were left to worry just as much as anyone else would. Should he text her, he would get a vague answer of a response. Whatever trip she was on, it had to be serious.

    "Ohhh, right, course you never 'worked here'. No, yeah, I get that. You really don't look like the kind of guy who really lifted a finger for things. Well.. these sort of things. Coffee things. No offense." Much likely taken. She was a blunt person, just blurted what came to her head. I wasn't an easy thing to really let go of as a person. She lived in the now, not the what if.

    "Raul? Ah, okay." Nes casually glanced over to the guy merrily preparing her coffees. Her head swiveled back to him. "Could be cool. Whoever the chick is you're raging about in your head. Not to mention Raul guy thinking about the owner of the place. Your boss? Or, was? Did you lose her? Was that it? Maybe that's why you're aura is a slump. Sorry. I'm not nosy. Okay, I am... I'll stop now. It's just kinda force of habit. Anyway."

    She swayed a little, pursing out her lips then looking back to him. "Um.. coffee? I'm getting one for my friend and I. It's my first time being here in New York. Surprise surprise. The Big Apple and all." Neseva chuckled a little, her shoulders shrugging. "Well, anyway. I can see you don't want curveless, annoying voiced me around so I'll get my coffee and skedaddle. I hope that you have a good day. See you around maybe." With a small wave, she was walking back to the counter.

    Raul was kind enough to be done with the first one, hers, and handed it off to her with a wink. It was a killer with the girls and Neseva herself smiled for it. The leaned against the counter awaiting for the next one. She reached out for her phone next, grabbing it and lifting it to see if there were any some odd hunts she could pick up.  There were many sightings. Disturbing witch activity. Something about two oddly dressed characters fighting some robot looking guy in a park? Weird. 

  • Sunsets: her favorite time of day and the most captivating. Every evening it appears as something differents. Reds, oranges, pinks, blues, and purples. Sometimes, if she looked close enough she would see gold rimmed clouds, something she'd heard someone call a silver lining before. Why silver? She didn't know, but she loved it. Butterflies flutter in her stomach at the thought of the way the sky changes color. It sun disappears on the horizon kissing the world good night in the same way the waves kiss the shores as they come in. 

    Barefeet kiss the sand as she exits from the back of the Hotel Loisir, sandals swaying in her hands as she walks. Her other hand holds the hem of her white summer likes dress up so that it doesn't drag in the fine white sands.  Turqouise eyes, the kind that are caught somewhere between a teal blue and a lighter green, only glance to the beachman who keeps in eye on the private space once before she turns them upwards to the sky. The man nods at her, having seen her a few times and knowing she was a regular at the hotel. Not that she could afford...truly...but she flirted her way in to a discount and whimiscally has been able to keep up the sharade for the Hotel to be another temporary home. 

    Pink rose petal lips part as she her breath catches in her throat yet again. Always, one to still her breath away. "Beauitful..." she mutters as she finds her spot not too far off from Jett. The words were loud enough for him to hear, as if she was speaking right to him even though she didn't cast a single glance his way. Braided bue hair fell freely and wildly around her face and over her bare shoulders like untamble blue strands of fire. Another wave kisses the shore and all the tension ebbs from her bones and body, washing away with the wave as it pulls back into the ocean. 

  • // I was planning something with her and her unnamed father. Something with him being a demon or something in a mob and is trying to hunt her down because he doesn't want her tapping into that kind of power/overthrowing him. But, how would you see her fit in with his story? Im curious .3.


    The woman stood there for a moment before gently rubbing her chin in thought. Red really wasn't her color...but the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to try it out. With a quick nod, the woman moved her hair from her face, picking up the box of eyepatches that he had picked through. 

    Her lips pinched slightly, moving to close the box. She did make a lot of them. Diya didn't know if he would ever use the rest of them. Nonetheless, she will take them home with her for now, in case he ever needed one. 

    Turning her head up after collecting her things, she was in a hurry to go home and start sewing a new dress. The black haired lady slipped right past Jett with a sparkling grin, and even a small twinkle in her eyes. Her delicate, soft, slightly scarred hand rose and gave the man a wave, before she took off down the street, towards her place of residence.

    It was going to take a lot of work to pull this off, but Diya has done worse. This will be a piece of cake.

  • //Holy shit I feel terrible I;ve left you waitng so long! I've been so busy with school and recovering from a kindey stone that I forgot this website existed for a few months! Please forgive meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.//

    No words came from the woman. Nothing, but a simple grin formed as he slid on the eyepatch. Maybe one day he can find a use for the rest of them. Maybe one day when he finds an occasion to attend, he can match his clothing with it. The mere thought of it made the young woman very happy indeed.

    Turning to the man, she grinned, simply slidding off of her seat, brushing her hands across her long skirt to rid it of any type of crumbs and other debris. Her face became warm again when she looked at his face. A tilt of her head was there for a moment before she took a moment to move forward, right in front of him and raise that tannish hand of hers. 

    Diya hoped he would move away from her. She even paused, waiting for his stillness, before she rose her fingers to his eyepatch, moving it just a milimeter to fix it. It looked a little crooked to her, and she was a perfectionist afterall. Her work meant everything to her.

    Once that was done, she immediately withdrew her hand from his face, bringing it down to be held by her other hand, twirling her fingers around as she thought for a moment where they would go tonight. Maybe somewhere fun? She couldn't think of anything, since she rarely left her home to do anything but go to work at the tailor shop. And it isn't like she had friends to begin with to take her anywhere.


    She gazed at him to come up with something to do.


  • Nes was off on her own then, to where? Who knew. Back to where ever it was that she was going. Her friends? The hotel? Both? It wasn't for anyone to say unless they really did know the girl. Regardless, she would have to shuffle back carefully, maybe grab some calorie-heavy food on the way to help her back on her feet again while she was at it since it was a needed thing for her failing head at the time. 

    She was sure, maybe, somehow, some way, that she and Jett would indeed see each other again down the line.


    No Sonno Cafe

    The place was the same as ever. It had the crisp smell of coffee. Raul was working double time with a few new hires. A little petite ginger girl named Taylor, she was currently being taught by Sally, another longtime worker there, who was laughing with the fumbly girl. Raul rose his dark eyes, and happily greeted the customer who walked in. To his surprise, he saw that it was Jett, someone that he had not seen in some time. And boy did the little Mexican man have something to say.

    Nothing crude, mind you, just... something to say.

    "Jett, it's nice to see you again. We miss having you around." Raul said, already getting started on the man's coffee, he never really changed his order anyway. He did twitch a little when Jett said 'sister'. He always called her that, though, Raul did often catch the man attempting to flirt with her. Lynn had told him it was simply an odd endearment of a name. It didn't help him at all in feeling better at all about it, regardless.

    "Lynn has been away for the last several weeks actually. Something about a business trip with some green haired lady that came in one day. She's taking the loss hard. I just hope that she's not going to do anything stupid..." Raul sighed, then plopped Jett's cup to him. 

    "Or.. maybe you haven't heard about the loss though... Um. Rissa, Ginger's mom, and Adam's wife, she was murdered. It was a freak break in, and Adam and Ginger were then kidnapped. I think Ms.Lynn is out looking for them, or hunting whoever killed them.. I don't know. She's one woman though. It just has me a little worried. Raul sighed gently than leaned against the counter. "Um, until she gets back though, I'm fully in charge. She would have offered that to you had you been here, I'm sure." Raul smiled some. "Anyway, is there anything else that you want?"

    Ding ding!

    Raul sprang up again with a, "Welcome to No Sonno Cafe!"

    "Thaaaanks! --No mom, I came into a coffee shop, didn't you just hear? Jeez. I'm grabbing coffee for Nikolas and I...." A long pause then a sigh from the esper, "tooootally mom. We stayed up all night banging. Right." A scoff, a flash of poofy brown hair, then there she was.

    Nes was cad in cargo shorts that hugged at her thin thighs, a blue shirt was tucked into the pants, it had the paint job of a Hershey's Kiss white print reading 'Wild One' on the little tag hanging off the top of it. It all indeed with a heavy flannel shirt that hung off a shoulder slightly, it came down just past her bum. 

    "Wait, mom, lemme just order." Nes looked at Raul, then peered her golden eyes over to the oddly red-haired male and her jaw slacked just a little. "H-Hey, mom, I gotta go actually. This place is kinda packed and it'll get too long. TTYL, love you byyyye~!" She hung up still as someone was speaking on the other side of the phone. She then turned back to the bartender. "Hi, can I.. wait, do you have, er frappe's?"

    "Not by name, but you can always order blended."

    "Awesome. Yeah, one super duper mocha caramel blended latte, and one just black coffee please, also blended. Tiny bit of sugar."

    "You got it." Raul nodded at Jett, then went off to do his normal work, leaving Nes and Jett alone. 

    "Fancy seeing you here, you worked here before? That's cool. Why did you leave?"

  • Nes wouldn't spout that, 'cigs are bad for you'. Because anyone with a right might should be able to see that anyway. He had his own reasons. And she could see that on the poor guy. Too bad he tried some shitty attempt to cover it up. It wasn't working out very well for him though. For someone like her, he was an open book.

    Despite all of that shizz though, there were bigger issues. Like her trying to do too many things at once. She soaked up with what little reserve of strength she had attempting to hold that one up. She needed to be careful not to do too much at once or else she'd be lost to it.

    Her golden eyes shot to him, pupils flickering in a few sizes as he stepped closer, her expression became grave. She was ready to step away as because you don't know me like that, dude. But he didn't go for her and instead snuffed the flame. She leaned her shoulder into the wall in an attempt to calm her head which was pulsating, she could feel her erratic heartbeat in her temples. If she cut out the rest of the sounds around her she could hear it in her body. That could be dangerous though, she didn't trust the guy.

    "Why do you have one green eye? That's odd. Or did you hurt your eye?" She panted, then stopped talking for a second while she tried to calm down, only to jump in horror when his hand went down in a strength she did not think that he had and he went for the vampire's heart. She was going to do something more humane.. maybe that worked though.

    She flinched when she saw the still beating heart. She's seen some crap, didn't make her immune to it though. She wasn't all for that brutality.

    "Gee," she eventually would breath. "Thank you. You're such a helpful fellow." Was he really? Why would he even do that if he didn't want to help? Bah, she couldn't think about it and didn't want to. It was too much on her poor little head right now. "What can I ever do thank you more for it?" She was gaining her strength back. Pushing herself off of the wall. A little unsteady on her feet, she wavered a little, then straightened up with a fizzy head. Tiredly she brought her eyes back up to him.

    "Thanks though, Ariel, really. And, Jett? Whoever broke your heart, or hurt you or even someone you lost... I'm sorry. Just keep your chin up. You'll be able to get by with it, I'm sure." Her smile was soft. "You seem like a strong enough person who would. Well.. might not see you around, guy, but good luck with it all." She placed her hand to her forehead and gave a mock salute towards him, then turned on her heel, tripped; then went on again as though nothing happened. 

    She could see it in his aura every time that she looked to him. He was hurting, His colors dark under that placid expression that he tried to share. He was a demon or some sort of demon. The black around his aura told him that. A hybrid or other. It was below that though he showed his true colors. Hurt, possibly lost. He was an open book for a girl like her to see. Whatever it was that did hurt him, Maybe he would be able to get by it? or see something better in time? She likely would never see him again. Maybe it was fun while it lasted though. If she could help him in some little way then that could be the win of it.

    Mission accomplished, on to the next one.

  • "I mean," she shrugged. "Yeah, that's one of the things I am, sure. If you wanna guess the rest of em though, be my guest." Because she loved guessing games. It was like chess, and she often won at chess because.. she kinda cheated. 

    But like, was it really cheating when she was able to just do it? 

    Maybe she was born with it..

    Maybe it's Maybelline.

    Right, back on track now.

    Aaaand another cigarette, really? Did the dude have lungs made out of diamond or something? That was like three in five minutes, dude must go through a pack an hour.

    Nes had bigger fish to fry though. It was hard enough to keep the screaming creature from the existence of the girls' minds, and it was even harder to both influence them to leave and to keep the damn thing pinned to a wall. She was draining what would be her Mana store if she were in a video game. Willpower was only at 16 and all of that nerdy stuff. She needed to build that up, to do that she needed to practice, yet she couldn't keep this up forever. 

    While she was doing all the hard work though, guy was just kinda sitting around and letting it all happen, taking his sweet time to explain what it was the thing was. Vampire, yeah, okay. Feral? Then there was no hope for him. It was like a dog with rabies. There would be no coming back for the creature aside from bloodthirst and a threat to all and society. 

    "Basic to some, okay, I've legit lived under a rock my entire life, alright. I don't know everything that lives out in the world, alright? I do my best though. If this is what it is then..." Then she had no choice. "And I'm not a pipsqueak, I don't see you doin' any work here if I might remind you. Mkay? You look 100 pounds soaking wet, Ariel." Because really, dude had Little Mirmade hair, maybe she could get him a late Christmas gift of a fork. Call it nice.

    "It needs to die. It's too crazed. I don't have anything to do it humanly though..." And she really never did kill anything with her bare hands.. well, she did with the Wendigo, or was that more of an assisted kill? Oh well.


    Nes hunched over as though the energy left her. Her hand went to the wall to steady herself. The back of her wrist came up to her nose which she felt a hot stream of liquid run down it. Her shoulder came to brush against the cold bricked stone of the wall next. 

    Down at her feet, the crooked necked vampire was crumbled on the floor, neck broke, eyes lifeless. She knew that that would not keep it down forever, she would need to really kill it. For a second though she simply needed to catch her breath. "Aren't you..." She panted once then tried again, "going to chase after those chicks now?" Muttered from behind her hand, she trained her golden gaze on him. One sleeve still keeping back the blood, while the other rubbed her temple.

  • Weren't higher beings supposed to be more, well, mature than that? Maybe she was just holding the bar up a bit too high there for this guy. He didn't seem like the brightest bulb in the garden after all. He kinda looked like a hobo... A gangster hobo... Hah!

    "No, I am not playing PokemonGO, thanks though." Not now anyway. Level 35, bitches, the grind to forty was nothing cute to do. 

    Besides that point though, no, she was not playing Pokemon, she was actually getting information on things about this so-called dangerous vampire she had the privilege of missing. Instead, she had ran into some plucky dude that looked like an anime character.

    She was taking lazy steps away, clicking her heel to the ground first then the palm of her foot, making a pattern-like rhythm as she walked. Yet fear was tangible int he air. Just when she was sure that she had gotten rid of the Rood-Dude, here came some big and bad. She could sense it from the girls, the cowered thoughts scattered past the lust muddled haze they had been in. Neseva's head was up and turned just as K-Pop wannabe said that stupid little name. Her face scrunched but didn't have time to really react to it when she saw what was in his hand.

    Well, dude was good for something at least. Sadly, Neseva had no idea what that thing was. It didn't stop her from quickening her steps, her hand rose up the things body flew from Jett's grasp and went flying to the wall. It slammed there, the thing likely writhing and spewing anger. 

    Neseva walked closer, then smiled sweetly to the likely horrified girls. She looked the girls each in their eyes. "It's okay, listen to me, you're fine, okay? The alcohol is just getting to your head, see? Look, nothing's here. You're just a little drunk."

    Should they look, indeed, nothing was there though the creature was there and screaming. Yet in their minds, there was in fact nothing. Neseva felt a pressure on her head, stinging her temples. She couldn't maintain holding back that thing forever and implanting the scene of nothing at all being on the wall. They had to believe her, and thankfully, they did. Nes waved her hand. "Go on now, back to where it is you came from?" She shooed the girls. They'd likely mutter and growl but they walked away, and Neseva was finally able to drop at least one activated ability. She rubbed her head, then felt a sting behind her eyes.

    She turned to Jett, her face now a little wry. "So..." she panted, "any idea what this thing is, anyway?"

  • | So many ideas. You're good at brainstorming these. If I need any one to bounce ideas off of, I know who to come to now. :D Look forward to your post. |

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