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 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)
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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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Every moment that passed, every second that ticked, this entire exchange was simply getting more unpredictable. Being this close, the siren was able to see the shift of emotions on this strange man’s countenance– that in itself wasn’t far from bizarre. From a deeper verdant green to a striking shade of near electric purple, Tamara saw how those irises crackled and changed, like a ticking bomb impending to detonate.
What the hell?
There was a hasty hiss of pain as she hit the asphalt, and beneath her, the rough surface was unforgiving. But at least the salty breeze rushed in, filling her lungs with a sharpness that she welcomed. The cold followed quickly, settling deep in the chest, rolling in just like the waves, carrying the chill that finally graced her skin and raced up her spine. Her eyes snapped back, irises flaring gold, a glare flashing daggers. And yet, the defiance shifted quickly—confusion held its place, her scarlet eyebrows knitting together. She rose to her feet, unsteady, poised to bolt if another attack happened.
It didn’t. He… he wanted her to sing? Again?
“Just who the hell are you?”
The water was right there. Tamara could feel herself backing away, yet at the same time, she remained transfixed. Morbid curiosity? Primal fear? Was it the desperation that bolted it back? Locked behind a stifled breath, it felt like something she had to witness, one that she could never turn away. Slowly, amid the urgency of it all, the siren found her voice. Faint at first, easily tossed by the draft, gradually increasing and drawing its strength from each lungful of salty air.
Her voice drifted through the night, first like a whisper, but it wasn’t just sound—it held something more, perhaps something he, at that moment, might have coveted. Was it silence, was it peace? Was it reprieve? Each inclining word that spilled from her lips seemed to shimmer in the air, as though forming something intangible, weaving its faultless pull with every breath taken in and out. Unlike before, this one wasn’t simply a laced hint of sorcery– it was magic, primeval, fully condensed, which made it seem like even the rest of the damned world beyond would bend to her will if she so desired.
Even the surroundings itself seemed to hum, the blowing current reverberating as it carried its note, each swelling rise and drawn out fall an incantation. In that moment, even the entire occurrence was a confusion to this entity. But he asked for it. Tamara delivered.
No, she knew nothing about the voice. She knew nothing past this hostile demeanor. But all she knew right now is that she needed to be listened to.
And by all means, she will be heard.
There was this sense of rememberance as she stood there before him. The moments of company she seemed to look forward to when he would show up to check on the eyepatch repairs he let her take on. Dark turquoise hues scanned his face at the memory...and didn't seem to find any hints of fabric across his features. This puzzled her as he read the words across her screen, brows pulling together enough to scrunch the skin between them.
His tone seemed to wipe that gleeful grin from her brims in a slow fashion, her eyes opening a bit more as she felt her chest pang with hurt. What had happened to him to treat her with such hostility..? She didn't remember anything that she did that would have caused it. In fact, the last memory she had of them was him leaving satisfied with their conversation, and his order she had completed. Come to think of it, that was the last time she had seen him for the long while...
When he began to walk away from her, she stood there in that spot for a long few seconds, watching him turn right past her. Her fingers lightly tensing around her phone, her screen having an unfinished text blinking with the cursor.
'I missed my favorite custo. . .'
Worry began to burrow into her belly, as she felt as if something she said perhaps threw him off from seeing her again. Was it the patchwork? Did it not hold up to his standards? Did she refer to something back then that he didn't like?
Did something happen to him?
Diya's breaths seemed to quicken the longer she stood there, racing through the possibilities that it could be, even it was only a few seconds of silence of her there on the crumbled sidewalk. That's when her feet finally began to move, stamping across the cement as she rounded that corner, and closer to the person she would call a friend at one point in her life. Jett! , her mind screamed as she reached forward when she got close enough, fingertips just barely brushing along his right shoulder.
. . . ! ! !
It was as if she was sticking a sewing needle into an outlet.
A charge of electricity spun up her arm in a surprising jolt, causing her to stumble backwards, dropping her bag onto the ground, grasping at her wrist with her other hand. Phone went clattering down across the pavement, leaving her sending forth a startled sound from her throat. Eyes widening as she stood there, staring at him.
What...was that?
Nes' shoulders shook with a boisterous cack of a laugh at the pumpkin spice comment. "Hah, you have quite the presumptuous way of looking at me. Just because I like coffee does not mean I would ever go to Starbucks. They support lots of anti-alt people stuff anyway. So fuck them. But that's beside the point." No, but she needed to point it out regardless. " And I don't like pumpkin spice anyway. But nice try, Mr. Figured-It-All-Out. I can see that that's how you deflect blame or turn of topic onto yourself. Must turn it around to others with that grand assumption of them that fits your perspective to make you feel better about your dark thoughts, right?"
Just because she was nice, didn't mean that she needed to continue taking thing bullshit slung at her by some pent-up dude who had sister issues. Though Nes was really beginning to wonder what he meant by sister, and if it genuinely was familial at all.
He honestly did know how to push her buttons, didn't he? And she was seriously good at letting him smash them, wasn't she?
"So, is it just because it's charity it's suddenly easy work? Last I checked, you're the one who oh so daringly throws yourself in front of the monsters that could nearly kill me every chance you get. Is that also charity? Do you consider that easy?" Honestly, girl, you're talking to an emotional brick wall, he wasn't going to listen to any of this shit.
But damn if it didn't feel good to say it. It was about time she finally stood up to someone and was snappy back to them. Take a note out of her mentor's page. Alice would be proud!
Now if only she had the prowess not to be embarrassed when the more promiscuous stuff was brought up and remained unphased, that would be great. "If you are implying you're hung like a horse under it no thank you. I mean-TUH, for you to get dressed."
No matter, she had the door open as the poor lad's hand was hung in the air to knock, his pale lips having formed yet not able to even say, 'Room service!'
"Thank you!" Neseva said quickly before he could fumble, the silver tray that held their food was where her eyes were, and she held her hand out to take. "I don't have cash, but I saw a tipping option on the room app, I'll send you one, okay?" It was easy to play merrily. And her warm smile and batting pretty eyes were enough. Not that she had anything to hide. Yet she felt like she did to let off some of the steam from the previous emotions she was feeling. She was allowing herself to get far too worked up over Jett's words. She needed to stop before they started affecting her power.
The server boy was quick to push the trey in her hands, offered a nod, and then briskly began his walk away. Leaving Nes to lock the door as she turned to meet Jett's company once more. Gingerly she took the tray to the counter of the kitchen area, put it down, plucked his plate his plate of pizza, and walked to him. She was nice enough to even come to his side and held out the Italian cuisine to him. "There's soda in the minifridge if you want one." Oh, was she going to fetch that if he wanted? She was far too nice. Sadly that was always how she was, it was hard to kick those habits. "Can grab it for you?"
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Lovely to hear back from you, and that is perfectly fine :) Real life comes first. As for plots we could do something around what Harlow was trained to be, a Huntress of the Immortal. We could base that around possibly Harlow coming after Jett, obviously Harlow's heart isnt in it and this job has always sort of been forced on her From The Hunters Socitety. If you havent read my information yet Harlow was born into a family of Immortal hunters, shes already on thin ice for trying to escape the society so it's been a struggle for her growing up where she never felt she truly belonged. However you would like to go about that let me know, we could have Jett try to help Harlow escape and they are on the run for a while together? Let me know what you think, I'm very open to other idea's so feel free to add anything in you'd like.
What a lovely page you have here, very intriguing character also. If you'd like to write sometime let me know :)
Diya kept herself focused on her cellphone. At least, that was until she received her beverage. Happy to take the glass into her hand, running her thumb across the condensation that was forming along the side from the melting ice. Her lips met the rim, taking a small sip. Until she figured out what she was going to do to get home, she was going to nurse this drink as long as it took.
Still, she wondered in her head what she was going to get for dinner. Perhaps this drink was leaning her more towards Italian.
The sound of the stool hitting the ground seemed to startle her out of her thoughts, turning her eyes up to the direction of where the sound came from. And what did she see? A man getting up from his spot at the other end of the bar, directly in front of her, beyond the bartender that didn't seem too pleased with him for playing around with his furniture. A shallow breath left her slight parted brims, watching him with this...searching look. She had seen him before....maybe even spoken to him.
But where?
It wasn't until he was almost to the door that the answer seemed to hit her. Her spine felt this jolt of alert as she sat straight up in her stool. Her fingers tensed at the end of the bar counter. It was him! He appeared..different than the last time they had met.
Shaking herself out of her mind, she quickly placed a bill on the counter, snatched up her bag from it, and hopped off of the stool. Sneakers gave a gentle squeak on the unpolished floor, as she hurried through the slight crowd to try and meet the man she would consider an acquaintance. At least...at one point.
She managed to get through the cluster of drunk men hanging off their girlfriends near the entrance, and out into the air of New York City. The air quality was not much better than the inside of the bar.
Before he got too far, Diya managed to get around the man, and stand in front of him, her hand held up to try and stop the man. Her cheeks gaining a brief color of pink from her fight to get to him on the way out. After a single moment, she motioned with her hands, signing his name. Yet...she couldn't remember if he could read her motions.
Instead, she quickly fished out her phone, and typed rapidly across the screen, before turning it around.
'Jett! It's been forever!'
Owing Victor
The night was seeming to be a good one. Quiet, as it normally was in her life.
Closing the door to the tailor's after a long shift, the keys in the lock, jingling as she turned to shove them into her jeans pocket. Shrugging up her tote bag onto her left shoulder as she approached the curb. Looking down at her phone at the time. At the bus schedule for the evening, swiping up and seeing that the normal bus she took was...out of service?
Her thumb tapped across the application, trying to dig a little deeper into why, but there wasn't much information. Her mouth opened to let out a giant exhale of breath, tilting her head back. Long dark tresses falling back, and swaying in the mild breeze. She supposed it was time to walk home, then...
Stuffing her phone into her pocket with her keys, she moved back onto the sidewalk, and began to pace her steps down the road. Her head drooped a bit, examining her worn sneakers as they scraped against the cement. What to do when she got home? Was it Chinese food? Italian?
....
Finally looking up when she felt this pang of something in her chest. She was...in Hell's Kitchen? She walked all the way here..? Was she on autopilot..?
The seamstress came to a stop there in the middle of the sidewalk, gazing around her at the surroundings. She walked in the opposite direction. Her hand gripped the strap of her tote bag, her shoulders folding forward with a hefty sigh.
It was going to be a long walk back.
The woman turned, and tilted her head to the side, and spotted the neon sign that was flickering above her. Well...might as well get a drink while she waited for a bus in this area.
The door creaked open, not from her. The crowd of people in front of her pushed through, and she followed behind. That strong feeling...in her chest continued, and even got stronger when she was coming into the bar. Heartburn? Is this because she hadn't eaten today yet..?
Trying to brush it off, she turned her attention towards the bar counter. Seems there were a few seats that were available. Managing to push herself from the group of people that blocked her with silent touches to their backs, she got to the counter with an exhale...setting down her bag on the other side of the bar. Hoisting herself up onto a stool, it squeaked mildly under her height.
When the bartender swooped by, she looked over at the small paper menu next to her, and pointed towards a simple glass of Spritz...
Alone once again, Diya focused her attention to her cellphone, laying flat against her part of the counter, mindlessly swiping it around to try and find another bus route home, other hand pressed its palm against her cheek...
//Yeah! If you could send a starter on Diya's page, we can get this ball rolling!
Heh, little sidekick. Funny.
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