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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Both thought little about the other and that will continue until the end of time, no one cares what either thinks. That's something that will never change. Whatever had led Mammon here was even something he wasn't sure himself but that wasn't something he was going to admit openly. So, take his visit however Jett can, assume what he wants, and believe what he wants. Mammon cared as much as the redhead did in all aspects of the term and word, brother. There was no sibling after him that he cared for. Either they served a purpose or they didn't, that was all it was.
Mammon's entire attitude was explained rather plainly if anything. He was born in a time quite different than those that came after and for whatever reason. He didn't like them and they didn't have to like him. The feelings are strongly mutual. But if one was to say that he was on a high horse? Might as well, that's how he was. He had a very strong influence but he doesn't need someone to understand that.
He was simply here because he had to be, whatever the reason that was. Maybe something called him here or something else entirely, that would be something that Mammon will have to question later. All he knew was that he was fucking bored and he had ways to take care of that. Simply not by drowning himself in whatever that was Jett was doing. And Mammon sure as hell wasn't trying to intimidate or impose fear in anyone here. Including Jett but he wouldn't know that, would he?
As for that little something Jett does fear, Mammon knows of. It will just be a matter of time before he saw it firsthand. At this moment, all he has done is hear about it, be reported on it, nothing else or more. Which is fine. It will only make things that much more interesting.
On the concerns of Ceres, no, Mammon didn't know her but he had heard of her. Spoken by the daughter herself. Mammon lingered on the talk about her for very little. He'd gotten just a faint reaction and that was disappointing on in on its own. Unaware of the inner happenings of course. Just as well. So, as soon as they were on the top of the building and Jett looking more and more disgusted, Mammon couldn't agree more on the matter that it was just as less fun for him needing to put his hands on him as it was being handled by him. Mammon wiped his palms on the sides of his legs as he turned to Jett.
"Your illness," Mammon said as his lips pulled back to reveal rows of sharp teeth. Like canines weren't enough, the bastard had more hidden in the back. Not that he could help it. It was part of him since birth. Mammon spoke of it like he was been coveting the thought of it, romancing it till the day he had it in his possession. If anything, one could assume that it was calling out to him.
Take me, have me, and all that you want you will have.
Presumably, that's something Mammon has been hearing in the far recesses of his mind. Now, if it was him and his madness at work is beyond anything Mammon cares about right now. All he has been seeing when closing his eyes is a black hole that would swallow him and he basking in it. If this was something that would transpire as he foretells it, is something he is yet to see. Maybe this will be the end of his very existence, who knows. All he does know is that he is eager like an addict is for his next fix.
"If you want to die, then rot alone but leave that sickness of yours behind. I will have it." He must sound like a complete fucking moron but he was dead serious. The look in his eyes made sure he wasn't taken for one.
Yaaas
Cass -> Replied
Agnes -> Replied
Maya -> Replied
Pipsqueak -> Replied
Scarlett Emaurri -> Replied
Casey May -> Replied
Mammon -> Replied
Victor - Replied
Threads Selective, but open. (Replies are about 2 weeks out due to the fullness of threads.)
The better to hold you with.
(Nah you good, hope you are moving towards feeling better!
And it works great! No stress, I will get one back to yah soon <3 )
"What do you want?" The first question is asked and Mammon is looking at him mildly thoughtful, digging for some form of response. He could brush that aside and let it fall on deaf ears, but where was the fun of that? He was here because he was bored, needing some kind of entertainment, even if it was at someone else's expense. In this case, Jett. Here he was recoiling from his very brother, amusing.
Mammon tilt his head as he watched Jett's gaze wander in what resembled a daze, so, it's happened again and it didn't look like he was all that keen on this happening. Was he really fussing over something like this? Mammon's brows shot up as if he were about to burst out laughing. Then, there's that look in his eye, directed at him with what is absolute disgust. This was coming from a leech? Can't expect much from a closet case who is afraid to express himself for what he is. He'd shrug his shoulders lightly brushing away the thought. But the words weren't going to be excluded.
"Says the son of a back street whore. Drinking blood doesn't make you sophisticated you fucking doorknob," he spat his words without reservation and it was apparent that he wasn't at all disturbed by Jett's words. But since he was being so forthcoming with his hate for Mammon, why hold back the mutual feelings?
Whether he wanted to listen or not, Mammon didn't care. He was here, again, for the fun of it. It was moments like these that he had only witnessed from afar or had reported back to him. This was the first time he was able to walk amongst the mess. He would think to himself this time, what a damn waste. Days worth of meals, all gone to waste. For a fucking leech you'd think he would at least have a drink. Mammon looked over his shoulder to Jett but that is momentarily before looking back to the letters. He'd completed where Jett had no will to. Sad.
"CERES," he repeated with a song this time. His arms had spread away from his body before turning around. As soon as he did, however, a whole lot of noise started to pour into the facility. Authorities no doubt. That sort of thing happens when you spill a bit of milk around humanity. Looking around he's left thinking, this was a whole lot of fucking milk. Mammon shoved his hands into his pockets and looked back at Jett, Mammon must have bounced his shoulders a bit when he let out a snort of a laugh, almost insinuating, you're fucked.
He wasn't expecting much else out of Jett, he was such a letdown. Even looking at him sucked the damn life out of you. Waiting to see what Jett would do, Mammon looked over to the entryway to the place. It won't be long before someone bursts in with guns blazing. Typical human reaction. Mammon was pulling his hands from his pockets intent on mimicking the lot that he hadn't noticed that the corners of his lips had curled with crude humor. Bang, you're dead...
Mammon lets out a tired sigh. Really? He thought as he listened to him. He's expecting him to follow...didn't Jett want to stay and let things play out? He made this mess, sadly enough and he was going to run off with his tail tucked between his legs. Typical. Again, he shrugs to himself and follows out the back. Stupid humans hadn't come around back? "Don't you ever have a backup plan when you sleepwalk?" He asked as he crossed his arms when Jett held out his hand. For what purpose he wasn't sure. Because for someone who hates him so much, he didn't think he would. And so, Mammon looked down at the hand, then rolled his gaze up to meet with Jett's.
"You need me to hold your hand?" Mammon walked up to Jett and grabbed him by the 'scruff' and dragged him out of the alley enough to unfurl wings. If he needed to put distance between the crime scene and them, then all he had to do was ask.
Four blocks, that's as far as he would take them before he was unceremoniously dropping Jett on the roof of the nearest building. Seconds later Mammon was descending onto a foot and then the other. Both his wings tucked in and hid from sight. Mammon dusted his hands in the air as he spoke, "You don't like me, I'm fine with that because I don't like you. But I have to admit, you amuse the fuck out of me like you wouldn't believe." This was why Jett didn't feel any threat from his end.
He blinked a few before returning his full attention to the lesser sibling. "We moved four blocks away. Didn't think you needed any fancy teleportation of the sort."
A swift punch to his rib from one of the men sitting next to him in the backseat. "Answer the question." Barked the man into his ear just over the veil. The van was silent, Jett would feel himself shift around as the van lurched left and right in wide turns. The silence spoke volumes, as if the woman was waiting for the right answer. The more his answer digressed, the more he was punched.
Then the car came to a pause, the sliding door opened to let in the dusty air of the evening, the sound of ambulances and police cars wailing in the distance among the city's distant cacophony. "I'm going to tell you this once, and just once. There are no powers allowed in my casinos...understand, Sunglasses?" With or without a confirmation, he was uncuffed and tossed to the side of the side of the road with the bag still over his head. After removing it, he would be able to make out he was in an alleyway in the Upper West Side.
Yo mom
(I can for sure! Tonight or tomorrow likely. Juuuust let me know settjng and I can have vicky be there rooting around for a being of interesting/large margik output)
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