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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Fantasy, Violence, Realistic, 18+
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(Sorry, been caught up editing profiles. I'm sure you can understand. But I hadn't any particular directions in mind. Vic is my main man and I am good with going with him if only because he is so versatile I can put him anywhere. But if any of the others captured *your* interest i don't mind going with something with one of the other Arcana)
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(Ah no problem, on both accounts. Let me know if yah ever have time in the itinerary for another.)
The Hunt Begins
Overbearing as always, Julias breathes down Scarlett's neck as she taps dutiful at the keys of a laptop. Space would make her job easier. However, he won't allow her that if the squeeze to the top of her leather chair is any indication. Click, click, click. A street-view map opens with a blooming red circle that gradually shrinks as the technology works on pinpointing an accurate location.
"Where is that?" Julias asks, pressing a grimy finger to the screen. Her jaw ticks with the effort to not rub the mark he leaves.
"A casino from the looks of it," she replies. Zooming in on the location would reveal as much. Neon lights in the shape of a woman assault her vision. She blinks and swivels the camera toward the entrance of a casino. It is an old snapshot from a few months ago. Scarlett leans back in her chair. Much to her dismay, Julias does not move away. "There are cameras in the area, I can hack them if you want," she suggests.
"No, no," he cooed, far too close in her ear. If she shivers, she will swear it was cold in this room. "Let's have fun with it. No use in passing an opportunity for extra money. You and that crazy fucker do shit like this all the time, yeah? Record me."
"That costs extra."
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An hour later Scarlett sits in the passenger seat of an SUV. She fiddles with a camera. Sets a few quick-select filters in case the lighting of their scene happens to change. It's a simple task that keeps her enraptured. Distracts her from the metal click and slide of a gun to her right. Humans are so resourceful, she thinks.
Wordlessly, they exit the vehicle parked on the side of the road. Pink neon reflects on the puddles that fill potholes. Scarlett reaches back for the hood of her oversized jacket and slips it over her head. She is to remain behind the scenes. Playing the role of a mere shadow watching the following gruesome details come to life. Scarlett needs no soul, needs no thoughts. She is only a pair of eyes from which sick-fucks can view. The thought curls the corner of her mouth into a secret smile.
At her side, Julias crouches with his back pressed against the SUV. There's a cigarette between his lips and it takes all of Scarlett's inner strength to not stare at the way the ember burns at the end of it. He keeps a hawk-like stare on the back alley to the left of the main entrance. "Still got his location?" He asks without looking at Scarlett. She hums a noise of confirmation, eyes drifting to her cellphone where Jett's location is displayed. "I think he's moving out."
The Ludlow Coffee Supply Shop
Dark eyes settle their gaze upon a door, one that is later pushed open, and what welcomes that gaze is something out of a police report. There was nothing that was left out of it, bodies ripped, limbs scattered about with little to no care. This, he thought, was the work of someone or something that is on a destructive path. All that stands in the way will meet an untimely end. No one was safe, it seems. The same gaze as before lifts and drags along the quiet bloody display, amongst the mess is the culprit. He seemed oblivious, almost as if he were sedated after this gruesome fix. As he drew his gaze away, accidentally that very gaze landed upon an incomplete name that had been drawn with the blood of the fallen. When he began to part his lips to speak, he looked away from the name and back to Jett.
“Bad day?” Mammon’s words barely carried but his tone wasn’t one to fall on deaf ears. While a good distance from Jett, he was clear enough as if he were speaking directly against his ear. His attention wanders once more, possibly waiting to be answered in whatever way Jett wanted, one way was better than none. Mammon shoved with his foot at the mess of bodies as if he were looking for something. Really, he was looking for the last body that fell. Hopefully warm and if such a body did exist then Mammon will be crouching close, hand pushing through the mutilated flesh and right through the rib cage with a slight push and pull till he was tossing the bone aside. Mammon was after the heart, though no longer beating, it was still good enough to eat. Suppose he liked the tough muscle, it was nothing his peculiar teeth couldn’t cut through.
He went through that muscle like one would a slice of watermelon. An easy bite, followed by that succulent slurp of flavors. With a thumb and index finger, Mammon gathers the blood that stuck to his mouth, afterwards he’d be dragging them down an eager tongue. “Jett,” he calls as he stands upright and looks in his direction again. If Jett hadn’t answered then perhaps now? If he still refused, then perhaps right when Mammon was standing right in front of him, hands cupping his face. “Can you hear me?” He would ask, only if it had come to this point. If not, then good. As such, once his attention was attained, then Mammon would look around before returning his attention back to him. “What’s the occasion?” He’d ask something again, though wasn’t expecting an answer of any kind to that or any other question regarding what has transpired in the coffee supply shop.
Mammon pats Jett’s cheeks for a minute before withdrawing. What blood the other might have had was then transferred onto Mammon himself. Did he care? He’s had meals that were far messier than this, so, no. To him, this mess was a waste of a meal, his stomach clenched with a bit of anger that he hadn’t been part of it but it subsides all the same. He gave a bit of a laugh that rumbled from deep down, moving over to where a name had been started but never ended, Mammon grabs for a limb of random choosing and brought it to the end of the name…
C.E.R.E.S
He stepped back to have a look at it and nodded his head before turning in Jett’s direction. “There you go,” he said and returned his attention to it. “Still clinging onto her, are you? She was doing the same with him until she finally got the hint. And now, if I’m not mistaken, that vicious cycle continues but I could be mistaken with my assumptions that her daughter has a similar thing going on with you?” he lolled his head in a lazy manner as he turned to him once again.
Mammon claps his hands together. “In all seriousness, what brought this upon you?" As he asked he gave a nod towards the whole mess. Mammon wasn't worried, he just wanted to know and that's it.
||I know that. I have so much information on Casey I just haven't put into writing yet, can't decide if it should go on her profile or in more blogs.
I can see that starter working. Casey can tell if someone else isn't fully human, or potentially bad, call it animal instinct if you will. So she could be trying to approach someone else and reject Jett because something feels very off about him.||
[My weekend was so hectic, sorry for the delayed reply! I like this idea very much. The Order is currently in possession of Scarlett's relic. An object that when in the possession of, can essentially lead to a person controlling the djinn. Jett could very well want to storm The Order to get his hands on it in order to have his wish granted - even though Scarlett can't grant said wish. She might see this as opportunity for her freedom. From the hands of a crazy organization into the hands of a crazy individual, so to speak. I like it. If you're good to go, feel free to send that starter! Otherwise, ask and I will be happy to start us off too.]
||Sound's good! I do have two blogs as well that have more information on Casey's story as well, I feel like I'm never done finishing my page. I'll go over your page again as well to think of a possible story as well.||
https://wrealms.com/blog/without-a-jacket
https://wrealms.com/blog/cold
This... it wasn't at all typical, Nes realized. Closer, taking a closer look at him now that she could see in his eyes, it was not him there. Hardly in a sense. So... Her eyes drifted around the rest of the cafe, at the carnage there.
Fucking hell. Did she need to start looking at this like a DID case? Was he dissociating? Her lower lip found hostage between her teeth. If he was really in an episode, she shouldn't try to wake him.. er... coax him out of it. She didn't remember his eyes being that color before. But at the same time, he was a supernatural, they often did have strange changing eyes. Even hers were prone, but it was more of her pupil blowing out rather than the color actually switching pigments.
Her thoughts were jarred away when she caught movement from him, his head shifting. Her lips parted, willing to call out his name for any sign of recognition in his haunted gaze, that he knew who she was --for the most part-- the annoying girl he hated. However, quicker than she'd anticipated, his hands were on her shoulders and she could not stop the yelp of surprise, she had not prepared for it. Again, reminding herself how fragile she really was. A loose cannon. He could snap her in half in that moment and poof, there it would go. Nes gone. Panic bubbled in her gut like a geyser. His feral face did nothing better to help it.
Thankfully just as she was about to give her woes of loss, he let her go and she nearly stumbled back in shock. It was only her sheer refusal to let her ass land in blood that kept her upright enough in the squat. Little couldn't be said for the baggy flannel shirt now with two handprints on each shoulder. Fucking spectacular.
"What's your--!" She paused, mid anger, she felt it fizzle in that air as it depleted around her as soon as it had come. Watching him hold him. Metaphorically feeling his mind slip back into itself. Feeling his own mind once more become dominant in his head. It was surreal, and she decided that she disliked that. Felt wrong. But, it was him again. Both in mind and his physical appearance. Green eyes back in tow. She huffed, politely ignoring his bloody hand and she brought herself off her hunches. Standing only a few inches below him, dark brows aimed down vexedly. But with a sigh, she had to remember her status and position. Seeing his own turmoil and how he was coming into it.
Gingerly, Nes pulled her already bloodied flannel off of her shoulders, leaving her now only in her shorts and the band T that she wore, and pressed it into his hand to help with him cleaning himself up a little bit at least. "I'm getting you out of here." She told him. "No arguing with me, we're leaving. Clean yourself up."
She didn't wait for his reply, instead grabbed her phone and turned the camera on, took several photos of the damage, brought up a single contact, Dancer, and sent the photos along with the name of the cafe. Alerting the Society of the trouble here. This all took less than two minutes. By that time her attention was directed back to Jett. Pushing her phone into her back pocket once again she walked to him, taking him by the shoulders now, albeit, gently. "Come on, let's go through the back." She told him while aiming him toward where she thought where an exit would be through the kitchen. Shifting him away from larger puddles of blood and her stepping over them.
"I asked you earlier, is there a place that we can go? A place I can take you to?" A place away from here, out of the fray and line of sight. A ping on her phone told her that Dancer had gotten the message and a team would be sent here soon for clean up. The kitchen exit thankfully was not alarmed, she reached around him to unlock the door then pushed it open and pushed him out of it. Outside, there was no metallic smell of blood anymore. She let him, and herself breathe the shit air of NYC. A hand went around his upper waist, the other placed on his forearm, again, guiding him away from the door and down the alley. Either waiting for his response on where to go, or she'd have to just find one.
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