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Jett Morningstar | 236 Years Young | Retired Butler 

Son of Lucifer & A Slut Vampire

"Where do I go from here.."
8380476252?profile=RESIZE_584xOrigins: 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.

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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. 

 

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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.

 

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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.

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  • "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.

 

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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.

 

dDNwbTQ.jpg?profile=RESIZE_180x180 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

dDNwbTQ.jpg?profile=RESIZE_180x180 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

dDNwbTQ.jpg?profile=RESIZE_180x180 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

dDNwbTQ.jpg?profile=RESIZE_180x180 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

dDNwbTQ.jpg?profile=RESIZE_180x180 MAYA (coming soon)

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dDNwbTQ.jpg?profile=RESIZE_180x180 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

dDNwbTQ.jpg?profile=RESIZE_180x180 ENDORA (coming soon)

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dDNwbTQ.jpg?profile=RESIZE_180x180 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

 

 

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

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

Jett keeps his father's identity a secret.

 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. 

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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  • Hello, I seen we are friends and I think we may have written together before but I'm not entirely sure. I took a break but now I'm back, wanted to know if you'd like to write together. If not no worries, if so we can start plotting something up for the two!

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  • Cameras kept onto the anomaly behind dark glass domes scattered across pillars and the ceiling surrounding the area. The blonde bunny on his lap was rather reluctant to leave from it. In an instant, a black bag over Jetts head   tightened around his neck, blocking his vision entirely. Heavyweighted hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him up to his feet. The lady situated on him slid off, the sound of her high heels clicking off to another table. Two men had Jett in the bind he was in, one of them had him by the shoulder and kept the opaque black bag tight around his neck. just enough for him to barely breathe. The other kept his wrists bound and had a grip on his shoulder. Both had a supernatural strength to them, like they were designated to handle special cases around the casino. 

    A heavy metal door creaked open and slammed shut behind him, there was a shift in temperature, the humidity of the casino was replaced by crisp, frigid air of the street, and had his head ducked into a car. Jett was pushed into the middle seat and squished between the two men as car doors shut. 

    "Do you know why you're in here, Sunglasses?" Came a feminine voice from the front seat, low and cold.

  • There was something. It was suffocating, it was imploding. It seemed to inflate and breathe like a sentient oil spill. It was bad. And she felt it. It was near impossible not to feel, there was far too much negative energy seeming to ooze from its source that flew that third eye of hers open only to be repressed and attempting to force itself closed, but it was like it, and her senses were pried open by the amount of energy. And like most that came from death's wrong hands, it felt foul. Out of place. And that the lives were snuffed out far too soon.

    In any case, this wasn't human, and any that fell in that category instantly became Nes' problem. One could say that the girl bit off far more than she could chew far too often. And she probably did. Nearly got killed several times because of it. Yet in her eyes, it was worth it. It was worth it. To see those people get out happy again. To even make peace if she could. To see a balance between the supernatural world, and the measly human one. It was worth it. 

    Was this though? Or was she biting off more than she could chew again?

    The steps to where the abundance of turmoiling energy was like lead the further that she pushed through to get there. Seeing the faces of people who did not see it, or were hushedly walking away from it were so placid compared to the strain that crested Neseva's brows. She attempted to pick apart some people's minds, and hear what they may not. None of it, besides the normal bustle of normal city life. 

    But how?

    Something had happened. And with the clear pitch to the air from sirens, Nes hoped that it wasn't too late that she could find this unknown destination and slip in before the heat did. After a few blocks more of the fast walking and the suffocation of the energy at its strongest, she was able to turn in on the glass exterior of what would have been an innocent good smelling coffee shop. Neseva pressed through the first sets of doors into the foyer, nearly gagged then quickly turned so she could lock the door once it shut behind her.

    Way too open, anyone could look inside and see. Exerting what little power she could, she broke the lightbulbs to at least darken the area more, even if the blood around already did that. Neseva was no stranger to bloodshed and morbid scenes, but it still never ceased to disgust her. What did this, who did this, and why? A long look was taken at the poor man at the counter. Who would have to find out the news of his death? Who all were late to work in here just because they wanted a coffee? All of this death, and for what? Who--

    There was a presence, but an empty one. It was impossible not to step on sticky patches of blood but she did try as she made her attempt around the tables to where she felt a living life and one that was quickly depleting. That one could not be saved sadly, though Nes did turn her attention to the one that seethed all that energy. Turmoil, pain, loss, anger, detachment, abandonment. There was a lot to gather here; Nes did her best not to let any of it soak too badly into her and foul her own mood. One thing did quickly become apparent though. She'd met this man before. Not many times, not enough to really know or be able to call him an acquaintance, but she knew him. And it made the dead man at the counter seem all the more purposeful in how he was despatched.

    "You're projecting." Was the first thing she said upon standing in front of those empty eyes and looking down on the redhead. "That man didn't deserve that just because you don't like the one working at the other coffee shop. None of these people did." Would he even hear her? How long did she have before the cops came?

    This was too much. Something had to be done about it. She needed to play this gently for she had no idea what he was capable of if this was nothing but what was clearly hands-only alone.  "Listen, I know I'm the last person you want to see..." Swallowing the best of her jobly pride and fear, she knelt in front of him and softened her voice to sincerity. "Is... Is there someone I can take you to? Somewhere you'd like to go? Get away from this?" She would have to call in her own heat, and let the Society know. For now, though, she had to handle an already chaotic bomb down to docile again.

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  • -Queue an eye twitch, then casually adds the cost of that vase to rent.

    ...but also later on, leaves a few extra iced cookies on the shelf for him. Made with love by Cass herself- 

  • They seem to be waiting for something, or rather, someone

    It was the familiar smell of blended cigarettes and liquor that Tamara came to know each night, simply inhaling that felt like a relief. There were many other bars like that around the quiet place spread around, far in between, each of them nearly holding the same atmosphere. While the venue, to her, wasn’t anything too special or memorable, it was always the folks around that made it so, and probably the food that came afterwards.

    The dusty, dull tapestry slightly parted to a young woman in a black dress and an embroidered cardigan, making her hasty, almost breathless entrance. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but on that stage, she was a flushed, scrupulous thing, slimly built and prudently dressed, tumbled burgundy curls held up by pins in a messy, plaited bun. Kitten heels barely made any sound as she took her place in the spotlight, moving along before keen eyes like it was second nature.

    It was obvious that the drab mood actually lifted the moment she showed up, the place just becoming a tad bit cozier and warmer by the moment, and from the way she waved at a few people from the audience who perked up when she finally appeared, perhaps most, if not all of these were familiar faces to her. It took her a moment to set things up, but the people seemed more than happy to wait, a few of them now chattering amongst themselves.

    “Hey, Tammie, you’re late tonight!” While it was yelled across the room by an older gentleman who must have one too many drinks already, it was obvious that it was called out in good spirits. “We thought you’re not showing up!”

    “A few things just came up– sorry!” the woman grinned. The smile on that flustered face looked radiant. A beaten-up, trusty guitar was her selection for the night over the assortment of the others as she finally took her seat. A brief, fine-tuning was in order. With one sweeping look across the lounge as she obviously gave it a bit of thought, Tamara finally started.

    Heartbreak and yearning felt so appropriate. 

    Pale fingers first strummed through, each delicate hum of the string caught cleanly in the microphone that perhaps, amplified many songs way before her.  

    “Love of mine, someday, you will die, but I will be close behind,” 

    “I’ll follow you into the dark…”

    She always starts the night with something so dreary, some whispers in that bar would say. But that was probably a thing that was the most endearing about this performer, one thing amongst many others that hooked this small town’s audience. Other than the polite, almost old-fashioned quirks, her gentle voice held that unsullied longing each time she warms up, one that cannot simply be translated into words but breathed so clearly in a song. With emotions carefully laced in between melodies and strings, Tamara Harper typically made her rounds in the town, singing her evening lullabies to anyone who was willing to lend an ear, even just for a while.

    It was as if she was feeling things through someone else, crooning it out. And everyone, even that gruff-looking bartender far off in the counter that typically intimidated many incoming patrons, adored her for it. 

    “No blinding light, or tunnels to gates of white,”

    “Just our hands clasped so tight…” 

    Or maybe it was something else.

    A trained ear accustomed to anything related to the intricate workings of the arcane or the supernatural might pick up the slightest strain of charm, so controlled and ever so gently released, no more than a flutter. Not that her plain voice alone couldn’t be good enough, when this has been used so many times without fail, but for Tamara, as she sang her way through that wintry night… it just felt so right.

    Or so, so wrong. When was the last time she picked up pain so intense like that? 

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