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)
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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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[Clearly I needed another bastard child (8 ]
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I've been gone for a bit. I'll try to get all my replies done tomorrow! Summer fun!
Jett could guess about Apollo not being human all he wanted. Apollo wasn't one to offer up the juicy details unless it came up in conversation naturally. And like Jett he also didn't favor the mutts but there were a few that had caught his attention enough to make him force his hand in ways he wouldn't have before. Especially not in the way Valentine did.
A lengthy side long glance eyed Jett. How much detail did he want to share? The Elder Vampire was already moody from hunger. Did he feel like adding lazy to that list...no. If there was one thing about Apollo learned, he was never lazy. Relaxed in every languid stride that he might come across as a lazy, at ease feline, but never lazy.
“Yes, game. It's what I call my hunts. Easier on the ears if anyone ever overhears it. Draws less suspicion.” Apollo paced his strides to match the shorter male beside him. Their destination never clear in his movements as he directed them around a corner a block down. “Like any game, hunting has its own thrill.”
Glacial eyes stayed ahead unless he chose to meet Jett inquisitive gaze. Which was often. The Elder vampire wasn't one to shy away from the attention. “Jett. The Irish Pirate.” He chirped teasingly. That mischievous smirk broadened. He wasn't going to let it go but for respect sake he'd drop it. For now. “A pleasure to meet you, Jett.” A hand offered out to shake Jett’s. “Call me Apollo.”
An eyebrow raised at Jett. Now he asked where they were going? “You'll see.” Poor Jett should have asked earlier if he didn't want to be surprised. Or not have followed at all. “Alright, Jett. What brings you to this side of town? Mine is my game and yours is?”
Not the best place for a bar but a bar was a bar regardless right? Just by looking at the place alone from the outside, it looked kinda shady and about ready to just fall apart, but she didn't say anything, she been in worse places besides this one. She followed behind her suppose new friend that led her here in the first place, the door closed behind her, making the windows shake a bit from the slam of the door. She narrowed her eyes slightly, waving her hand back and forth in her face from all the smoke that was visible in the room, even though she was a smoker herself but she wasn't this much of a heavy smoker it seems. The scent of smoke made her nose burn slightly, squinting up her nose a bit from the smell that tried to flood her senses.
She told herself not to be rude for a change and try to be nice, but being nice wasn't really in her blood to say the least, though the only reason why she even came along in the first place cause the guy probably wouldn't have taken no for an answer which was fine, but hey what can you do right? She looked over to the counter and seen the hefty guy behind the counter taking orders for drinks, Royal stared at the male for a long moment, he looked hefty but he may had a bad taste to him that she may not like so she left him alone for now, she didn't like eating meat that tasted horrible..
--- A gaze shrouded in impassivity quietly observed the one-eyed stranger as he browsed. Yet, it was not unfriendly in the slightest; a slight air of curiosity replaced any apprehensive undertones, yet it was a curiosity that was being kept well in check.
“I do on occasion.” The raven mused casually in reply towards the query regarding trades with other countries. It may or may not have been a rhetorical question, yet Raiya chose to answer it anyways.
Sharp eyes inclined towards the polaroid picture that was offered to her. With a tilt of her head, the woman carefully picked it up and held it for further observation. Her brow dipped in momentary thought while she scanned the odd words on the photograph. When Jett began to spew his explanation, a quiet chuckle fluttered forth in reply.
“No need to explain yourself–" The woman offered a light smile as she slid the photograph back towards him. “-- I personally am not one to pry in personal matters. I do have to ask, though…”
An inhale was drawn, and the shopkeeper leaned forward until her folded arms rested upon the countertop. Her words were careful in the choosing – quite careful indeed. The elven always had one way or another to satiate what curiosity she harbored. Exactly how important was this item he searched for~?
“Let’s work under the assumption that I do have it. Will I, by chance, have to be concerned about some other person or thing who may try to come after it?”
And in this, the corner of her lip made a very faint ascent, mimicking a mere shadow of a grin as her final inquiry came to pass. “Would I possibly have to worry about someone breaking in at some point or another if I refuse to hand it over~?”
“No actually, curiosity kept the cat coming back.” Apollo quipped immediately. He’s heard that line a few times when his own curiosity got the best of him. Eventually, he developed his own line to counter it because for him it was true. No wonder his obsession with a hunter and demon got him in trouble more than once.
“I’ve had my game ruined once this evening. I don’t need it to happen again.” It was true. Like any hunter when one hunt fails, there’s a recovery time. Heal those wounds done to his pride and he’d be back at it again before the end of the night.
“Hmph.” Glacial blue eyes looked around. Suite. Sure thing. He could see the lie with his own eyes. The lie was evident in every run down building around them and in the stench of trash that came up on each breeze. The only suite around here was a self-created one. “You’re better at ruining my play time than you are at lying.” The Elder vampire pouted amusingly. If it was possible for the man to look like Puss in Boots while doing so, he did. Those glacial eyes widening and his lips tugged down in a frown.
He held the sweetness of it for a moment before a care-free laughter erupted from him. He already lost his meal for now, so why not let it go. If there was one thing about Apollo, it was that when he made up his mind about something, you could bet your bottom dollar he wasn’t going to drop it. Being a pirate was definitely going to be a thing now. Apollo never had the pleasure of meeting Lucifer. He heard plenty of stories but never the pleasure of meeting him so one day it would come as no surprise even though he picked up on Lynn’s scent that he wouldn’t have caught the smell of the reigning King of Hell.
Glacial eyes gave a final scan over Jett. Whatever had happened to him clearly weighed on him. The boy was more perplexed than Apollo was on a bad day. “Alright,.” Apollo turned and started walking down the sidewalk. Jett had no obligation to follow Apollo. None. Absolutely no connection to the stranger and yet Apollo acted as if he knew Jett longer than he did and they were friends. The Elder acted in confidence as if he knew Jett would follow him. No question about it. “Your shack can wait. I won’t have you roaming the streets like this.” His long strides paused long enough for him to glance over his shoulder. A single hand waved in the air for Jett to follow. “Come on, Irish Pirate.”
The Seamstress was waiting for the man behind the counter to take the cash, when the redhead's finger slapped itself on the bill, sliding it towards her with that bullshit excuse. Diya's face seems to twitch, as she took the bill and immediately went against Jett's instructions, slipping the bill right into Raul's front pocket, making sure that Jett could not get it. Sitting back again, she huffed softly to herself, taking a sip of her drink. The warm liquid made her shake, her scarf being pulled off her neck. Money wasn't an issue to her. Jett would find that out soon...
And what was that? Why did she want to gamble? Well...simply because she needed friends. But, she would never say that up front to Jett. She was too shy for that. Grabbing her pen and paper, the text was written across the sheet. After a good minute, the paper turned towards the redhead with some hesitation.
"I only want to know how to have some fun in my life. When you live day to day at work, fun isn't exactly a thing."
A good ploy in most any situation...Except, Jett had never been in a situation with Apollo. This male was determined to go against every rule in the rule books or break every law and order in the world it seemed. He didn’t comply to expectations. Only in business and even then he intentionally broke the rules along the way. Their interaction was example number one. After an encounter like that most would keep on their own merry way. Not Apollo. He shifted his weight from one foot to the next.
“You’re wearing an eye-patch,” Apollo stated the obvious in a similar tone of voice Jett used. One hand tucked into the pocket of his own sweater jacket. “The only person I’ve met who wears one of those is a one-eyed Joe and he is a pirate.” Lies. All lies! There was no one-eyed Joe and no run in with pirates. Alright, maybe a few way back in his day, but Apollo wasn’t going to give that away.
Nostrils flared as he inhaled Jett’s scent again. A lingering scent of coffee beans and a cafe struck him. Could it be? Apollo scanned over the male again. Strange enough appearance, he had to be. Lynn was keeping some interesting company these days, wasn’t she. “I’m curious as to why New York’s newest pirate is roaming these streets.” Apollo spoke the words slower and softer than the others. Pair that with the amused glint in his eye and Apollo very well implied, Jett wasn’t from this part of town.
Jett wasn’t a problem solver. Apollo was. He only needed Jett as the tool to help it come about. After all, Apollo had two problems on his hands now. The first being the angry male who wasn’t in the slightest drunk. Apollo rudely interrupted the man’s late night drive so that he could feed. It all made sense. The man became a problem when Jett appeared as a potential witness. Apollo didn’t know Jett from Adam so he’d be damned if he could immediately tell Jett’s origins at a distance. Hence, Jett as lucky problem number 2.
Jett wasn’t a problem solver... But he would be Apollo’s solution. Jett’s voice broke through to the yelling man. He turned his wrath from the blonde to the red-head. “This asshole” the driver began. Apollo tuned the rest out. Slyly he took a giant step back, allowing Jett to cross, putting Apollo cleverly on the opposite side of Jett. In the motion, Apollo took a decent scan over the new male. Nostrils flared as he inhaled his scent. A helpful way of determining who was human and who was not. Though the Elder used more than smell alone to make his conclusions.
“What he said,” Apollo piped up as he gestured to Jett. This earned another string of shouts from the male who attempted to make his way back at the vampire. Long backwards strides kept him two steps ahead of Jett. Apollo gave a noncommittal shrug and with every step Jett took to exit the situation, Apollo took with him. He kept Jett between him and the man. This wasn’t how he planned for dinner to turn out.
Soon enough, when distance became Apollo’s only ally, the male went back to the car, slammed the door shut, and sped off. No doubt, the human was more concerned about his car being stolen in the downgraded part of town. Narrowed glacier blue eyes followed the car’s taillights until his dinner was out of the sight. Where there was one trouble-maker there was always bound to be more. Speaking of trouble, “Weren’t you a surprise.” Good or bad, Jett was a surprise for Apollo and the human. He abruptly stopped in Jett’s path on the other side of the street. Hands straightened out his shirt as he scanned over Jett, eyes lingering on the eye-patch. One question came to mind, cosplayer at convention? Only thing that would make sense to Apollo for Jett’s patch and striking red head.
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