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Jan. 23rd, 2013 09:27 pm[Character information]
Name: Jet Star
Canon: Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
Canon Point: Post-"Sing"
Age: 29
Appearance: Jet Star is 6'1, with huge, poofy brown hair and brown eyes. He's often dusty/dirty and not scrawny, per-se, just malnutritioned, like the rest of the 'joys. He's usually got some sort of calm or slightly amused look on his face.
Inventory:
(1) black jacket
(1) pair of biker gloves
(1) american flag bandana
(1) "spaceman" helmet
(1) empty holster
(1) pair of sunglasses
(2) packs of cigarettes
(1) map of the zones + hand-drawn star chart
Abilities:
Basic hand-to-hand fighting skills, decent ability with a gun. Jet's the medic on the team, and while he doesn't have formal training, he knows how to patch up soldiers on the battlefield, and he knows how to do it well. He used to be able to play the guitar, and he probably still can, but he doesn't exactly have one to practice on, these days. He also knows how to manage manchildren.
History:
Jet Star was once Ray, but he'll never tell anybody that. In fact, that part of him is a big part that he actively represses. Jet's nobody special, he doesn't have a magical killjoy-coming-out- story, he had a normal life and a normal job and a normal everything. He grew up in a normal family; his father often moved for business, but Jet loved him and his mother very much. His grandfather was a big influence on Jet as a child, as well as Jet's three younger sisters. He died before the bombs hit, to Jet's eternal relief; he never would've accepted the pills. When the bombs did hit, it destroyed the country and the world, destroyed the city Jet was living in at the time, a small town outside of Salt Lake City. Thankfully, his family made it out in one piece, and they all moved to Battery City to find peace. His father got an accountancy job in BC, and Jet followed in his footsteps.
Jet was left to take care of his younger sisters a lot of the time. He loved them to death, and they loved him equally. While Jet was close to his parents, it was nothing in comparison to his sisters, and when he's feeling especially melancholy, he misses them dearly. But for the most part, Jet doesn't dwell on his past. For Jet, the world began when he was assigned to the night shift of his boring, normal filing job.
To get into that, though, one would need to know about Krista.
When Jet was eighteen, he met a girl. She had long brown hair and the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. She was kind, quiet, smart, and she and Jet hit it off immediately. They were best friends for years, and then, they were more, and then they were engaged, and Jet was the happiest man in the world. They loved each other as intensely as the pills they both took would allow (not nearly enough) and had so many plans for the future. Jet was twenty-five when they were married, and he could not see life without Krista.
When he was assigned to the night shift of his job, he didn't complain. It meant less time for him and Krista as a couple, but they worked around it as much as possible. But that wasn't the important part of his shift. No, Jet's office was right next to a window, and he had a clear view of the night sky.
He was absolutely fascinated by the stars. They were beautiful to him in the same way that Krista was. He found himself researching the stars on his time off, and then when he'd finished his work early, and there was something about them that made him feel different. Between his increasing love for Krista and the stars, Jet started to think there was something wrong with him. He felt so strange, so out of place and muted, and the only way he could think of to fix that was to stop taking what was evening him out. So he did. Jet stopped taking the pills, and it was a whole new world.
Off the pills, he could feel so much more intensely. It was too much for the city, it didn't feel right, and Jet's family, his friends, they noticed the change. Krista most of all noticed the change, and she was confused about it. He was more obssessed with charting the stars more than ever, and he was excited, for the first time in his life, and he wanted Krista to come with him. There was so much more, out in the desert, he'd heard all these things from these brightly colored people, and he wanted in, and he was going to leave. He wanted to see the stars outside of this tiny world.
But Krista refused. She wouldn't go, and she acted like Jet was crazy, like he'd completely lost his mind. It completely derailed Jet, and he had no idea what to do. And for a long time, he thought that maybe he should just go back to his old life.
In the end, he couldn't. In the end, he told Krista he had to go, and she promised she wouldn't say anything, but... she wouldn't come with him. She couldn't. She was so comfortable in her life that not even the promise of more, of adventure, could get her to go. Jet kissed her goodbye, packed up his things, and left.
His world expanded. He forgot as much of his life in Battery City as he possibly could, didn't think about it. He drifted from place to place, watched the stars, and found his name among them. Jet Star seemed good enough for him, and he grew into it over time. Adopted two boys named Party Poison and Kobra Kid - and from there, the three of them pulled Fun Ghoul into their orbit. This was the family that Jet needed, and he looked over his boys like a hen looks over her chicks. The inclusion of their Girl, their motorbaby, only made him more protective.
And when she was taken by BLI, Jet Star and his boys couldn't just leave her. He was prepared to die for her safety, and... well, he did.
Personality:
Jet's been nicknamed "Spaceman" by other killjoys, and it's a pretty accurate description. He's relaxed, chill, comfortable, friendly with everybody he meets, enemy or friend. Polite is the term, really, and while with most people there's an easy sort of welcoming feeling to the way he acts, there's always the two or three exceptions where that courtesy is frigid. But still, he's loathe to curse people out or make them feel awful, so polite it is. But it's not just politeness that earns him his nickname, nor his general love for everything astronomically inclined; no, it's his general state of absent-mindedness. Jet sometimes acts like he isn't all the way there, and when he does, you're much more likely to get a vague or confusing answer out of him, most likely in the form of a metaphor or obscure reference.
But despite the absent and vague persona he puts up, Jet is sharp-witted. He's not as stupid as he likes to make people think. He's no genius, but he does have a sense of humor that's sharp enough to cut diamond, wry and usually dry. He prefers to let people think that he's absolutely incompetent, because that means he's much more likely to be able to take advantage of them underestimating him. He's much more of a brat than some realize, honestly; he's just better at hiding it, so when it does come out, it usually surprises whoever he's talking to.
Not only can he be bratty, but he can also be condescending. Jet doesn't mean to, but sometimes he gets carried away and thinks he's much wiser than most people, and ends up coming off as haughty. And just like anybody, he has his short-fuse days - when he gets angry, it's utterly terrifying - but for the most part, Jet Star is just about the most patient killjoy in the universe.
He likes to stay light-hearted, sure, but he knows when he needs to be serious. He knows when a conversation is turning into an attack or a fight, and he can flip the switch if he needs to. He's good at diffusing fights, he's calm during stressful and tense moments, and he's good at being someone for the joys he knows to beat up emotionally. He can take it. Jet can take a lot of bullshit with a straight face, a lot of verbal abuse, and it doesn't seem to bother him. Because it doesn't! Usually. But he is a human being and he does have emotions, and while Jet Star doesn't usually cry, he still has his off days. The 'joys usually know when he's having a Moment, because he tends to stick to himself, climb up to a roof somewhere and watch the stars.
Jet likes to adopt people. He likes to take people in under his wing and take care of them the best he can, even if they don't want him to. And because he's patient, he'll keep on bringing you fruit baskets and blankets and whatever you need, even if you try to bite his head off. He just likes to see people taken care of - it's what his grandfather would've done, and with his three sisters, it's almost second nature. When it comes to his boys now, he doesn't have favorites, just specific feelings for each of them. Ghoul, Jet feels like he needs to take care of the most - the amount of internalizing Ghoul does worries Jet sometimes. Kobra Kid is a constant source of amusement for Jet, though not in a bad way; the 'joy just knows how to make him laugh, and Jet finds him the easiest to look after. Party Poison, of course, is like a ticking time bomb, but Jet finds himself doting on the redhead more than he means to.
All in all, he's really just a mommy in killjoy's clothing.
[Samples]
First Person: Here!
Third Person:
When his boys fight, Jet knows how to handle it. When his boys hurt, physical or emotionally, Jet knows how to handle it. What Jet does not know how to handle, however, is their Girl sulking.
When the crew comes back from the raid, Show Pony tells Jet that she's up on the roof. Party's got a messed up hand and whines at Jet until Jet fixes it, which means that he's got Ghoul and Kobra hanging over him, sitting on the booth, in the booth, slapping and laughing at each other, and it isn't like Jet minds (no, this is one of his favorite things, to see all of them smiling) but it does make things take a little longer than they usually would. When he finishes, kisses the back of Party's hand like he's kissing it better and laughs at the boys and their mock-swooning, Jet excuses himself to go find their Girl. She's right where Show Pony said she'd be.
He settles down next to her, and doesn't say anything at all. That's the best way to handle it, he thinks, let her talk it out first, let her bring it up if she wants to. If she has a problem, she can learn to address it. And she does - their motorbaby has never been good at holding in her emotions, and Jet's happy for that.
"Why didn't y'let me go with you?" She asks, looking up at Jet, and Jet looks right back, reaching to smooth her hair back and wrap his arm around her shoulders. Grumbling, she leans against him, and he smiles a little, briefly.
"It isn't because we hate you," Jet tells her, staring out at the setting sun. "And it isn't because we don't trust you."
"Then why not?" She presses. Jet's thoughtful, for a moment.
"... Because you are our most precious thing," Jet answers, finally, and now, he looks down at her. The look on her face makes him laugh, and he ruffles her hair, turns a little to tickle her, and it's only when she's shrieking with laughter that he stops. When she's composed herself, he settles back on the roof, and she clambers over to curl up against him.
"Just let yourself sprout a little more, sunshine," Jet tells her, and tugs her hair once, because he knows she's rolling her eyes. "You'll get your chance one day."
Anything Else? NOPE.
Name: Jet Star
Canon: Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
Canon Point: Post-"Sing"
Age: 29
Appearance: Jet Star is 6'1, with huge, poofy brown hair and brown eyes. He's often dusty/dirty and not scrawny, per-se, just malnutritioned, like the rest of the 'joys. He's usually got some sort of calm or slightly amused look on his face.
Inventory:
(1) black jacket
(1) pair of biker gloves
(1) american flag bandana
(1) "spaceman" helmet
(1) empty holster
(1) pair of sunglasses
(2) packs of cigarettes
(1) map of the zones + hand-drawn star chart
Abilities:
Basic hand-to-hand fighting skills, decent ability with a gun. Jet's the medic on the team, and while he doesn't have formal training, he knows how to patch up soldiers on the battlefield, and he knows how to do it well. He used to be able to play the guitar, and he probably still can, but he doesn't exactly have one to practice on, these days. He also knows how to manage manchildren.
History:
Jet Star was once Ray, but he'll never tell anybody that. In fact, that part of him is a big part that he actively represses. Jet's nobody special, he doesn't have a magical killjoy-coming-out- story, he had a normal life and a normal job and a normal everything. He grew up in a normal family; his father often moved for business, but Jet loved him and his mother very much. His grandfather was a big influence on Jet as a child, as well as Jet's three younger sisters. He died before the bombs hit, to Jet's eternal relief; he never would've accepted the pills. When the bombs did hit, it destroyed the country and the world, destroyed the city Jet was living in at the time, a small town outside of Salt Lake City. Thankfully, his family made it out in one piece, and they all moved to Battery City to find peace. His father got an accountancy job in BC, and Jet followed in his footsteps.
Jet was left to take care of his younger sisters a lot of the time. He loved them to death, and they loved him equally. While Jet was close to his parents, it was nothing in comparison to his sisters, and when he's feeling especially melancholy, he misses them dearly. But for the most part, Jet doesn't dwell on his past. For Jet, the world began when he was assigned to the night shift of his boring, normal filing job.
To get into that, though, one would need to know about Krista.
When Jet was eighteen, he met a girl. She had long brown hair and the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. She was kind, quiet, smart, and she and Jet hit it off immediately. They were best friends for years, and then, they were more, and then they were engaged, and Jet was the happiest man in the world. They loved each other as intensely as the pills they both took would allow (not nearly enough) and had so many plans for the future. Jet was twenty-five when they were married, and he could not see life without Krista.
When he was assigned to the night shift of his job, he didn't complain. It meant less time for him and Krista as a couple, but they worked around it as much as possible. But that wasn't the important part of his shift. No, Jet's office was right next to a window, and he had a clear view of the night sky.
He was absolutely fascinated by the stars. They were beautiful to him in the same way that Krista was. He found himself researching the stars on his time off, and then when he'd finished his work early, and there was something about them that made him feel different. Between his increasing love for Krista and the stars, Jet started to think there was something wrong with him. He felt so strange, so out of place and muted, and the only way he could think of to fix that was to stop taking what was evening him out. So he did. Jet stopped taking the pills, and it was a whole new world.
Off the pills, he could feel so much more intensely. It was too much for the city, it didn't feel right, and Jet's family, his friends, they noticed the change. Krista most of all noticed the change, and she was confused about it. He was more obssessed with charting the stars more than ever, and he was excited, for the first time in his life, and he wanted Krista to come with him. There was so much more, out in the desert, he'd heard all these things from these brightly colored people, and he wanted in, and he was going to leave. He wanted to see the stars outside of this tiny world.
But Krista refused. She wouldn't go, and she acted like Jet was crazy, like he'd completely lost his mind. It completely derailed Jet, and he had no idea what to do. And for a long time, he thought that maybe he should just go back to his old life.
In the end, he couldn't. In the end, he told Krista he had to go, and she promised she wouldn't say anything, but... she wouldn't come with him. She couldn't. She was so comfortable in her life that not even the promise of more, of adventure, could get her to go. Jet kissed her goodbye, packed up his things, and left.
His world expanded. He forgot as much of his life in Battery City as he possibly could, didn't think about it. He drifted from place to place, watched the stars, and found his name among them. Jet Star seemed good enough for him, and he grew into it over time. Adopted two boys named Party Poison and Kobra Kid - and from there, the three of them pulled Fun Ghoul into their orbit. This was the family that Jet needed, and he looked over his boys like a hen looks over her chicks. The inclusion of their Girl, their motorbaby, only made him more protective.
And when she was taken by BLI, Jet Star and his boys couldn't just leave her. He was prepared to die for her safety, and... well, he did.
Personality:
Jet's been nicknamed "Spaceman" by other killjoys, and it's a pretty accurate description. He's relaxed, chill, comfortable, friendly with everybody he meets, enemy or friend. Polite is the term, really, and while with most people there's an easy sort of welcoming feeling to the way he acts, there's always the two or three exceptions where that courtesy is frigid. But still, he's loathe to curse people out or make them feel awful, so polite it is. But it's not just politeness that earns him his nickname, nor his general love for everything astronomically inclined; no, it's his general state of absent-mindedness. Jet sometimes acts like he isn't all the way there, and when he does, you're much more likely to get a vague or confusing answer out of him, most likely in the form of a metaphor or obscure reference.
But despite the absent and vague persona he puts up, Jet is sharp-witted. He's not as stupid as he likes to make people think. He's no genius, but he does have a sense of humor that's sharp enough to cut diamond, wry and usually dry. He prefers to let people think that he's absolutely incompetent, because that means he's much more likely to be able to take advantage of them underestimating him. He's much more of a brat than some realize, honestly; he's just better at hiding it, so when it does come out, it usually surprises whoever he's talking to.
Not only can he be bratty, but he can also be condescending. Jet doesn't mean to, but sometimes he gets carried away and thinks he's much wiser than most people, and ends up coming off as haughty. And just like anybody, he has his short-fuse days - when he gets angry, it's utterly terrifying - but for the most part, Jet Star is just about the most patient killjoy in the universe.
He likes to stay light-hearted, sure, but he knows when he needs to be serious. He knows when a conversation is turning into an attack or a fight, and he can flip the switch if he needs to. He's good at diffusing fights, he's calm during stressful and tense moments, and he's good at being someone for the joys he knows to beat up emotionally. He can take it. Jet can take a lot of bullshit with a straight face, a lot of verbal abuse, and it doesn't seem to bother him. Because it doesn't! Usually. But he is a human being and he does have emotions, and while Jet Star doesn't usually cry, he still has his off days. The 'joys usually know when he's having a Moment, because he tends to stick to himself, climb up to a roof somewhere and watch the stars.
Jet likes to adopt people. He likes to take people in under his wing and take care of them the best he can, even if they don't want him to. And because he's patient, he'll keep on bringing you fruit baskets and blankets and whatever you need, even if you try to bite his head off. He just likes to see people taken care of - it's what his grandfather would've done, and with his three sisters, it's almost second nature. When it comes to his boys now, he doesn't have favorites, just specific feelings for each of them. Ghoul, Jet feels like he needs to take care of the most - the amount of internalizing Ghoul does worries Jet sometimes. Kobra Kid is a constant source of amusement for Jet, though not in a bad way; the 'joy just knows how to make him laugh, and Jet finds him the easiest to look after. Party Poison, of course, is like a ticking time bomb, but Jet finds himself doting on the redhead more than he means to.
All in all, he's really just a mommy in killjoy's clothing.
[Samples]
First Person: Here!
Third Person:
When his boys fight, Jet knows how to handle it. When his boys hurt, physical or emotionally, Jet knows how to handle it. What Jet does not know how to handle, however, is their Girl sulking.
When the crew comes back from the raid, Show Pony tells Jet that she's up on the roof. Party's got a messed up hand and whines at Jet until Jet fixes it, which means that he's got Ghoul and Kobra hanging over him, sitting on the booth, in the booth, slapping and laughing at each other, and it isn't like Jet minds (no, this is one of his favorite things, to see all of them smiling) but it does make things take a little longer than they usually would. When he finishes, kisses the back of Party's hand like he's kissing it better and laughs at the boys and their mock-swooning, Jet excuses himself to go find their Girl. She's right where Show Pony said she'd be.
He settles down next to her, and doesn't say anything at all. That's the best way to handle it, he thinks, let her talk it out first, let her bring it up if she wants to. If she has a problem, she can learn to address it. And she does - their motorbaby has never been good at holding in her emotions, and Jet's happy for that.
"Why didn't y'let me go with you?" She asks, looking up at Jet, and Jet looks right back, reaching to smooth her hair back and wrap his arm around her shoulders. Grumbling, she leans against him, and he smiles a little, briefly.
"It isn't because we hate you," Jet tells her, staring out at the setting sun. "And it isn't because we don't trust you."
"Then why not?" She presses. Jet's thoughtful, for a moment.
"... Because you are our most precious thing," Jet answers, finally, and now, he looks down at her. The look on her face makes him laugh, and he ruffles her hair, turns a little to tickle her, and it's only when she's shrieking with laughter that he stops. When she's composed herself, he settles back on the roof, and she clambers over to curl up against him.
"Just let yourself sprout a little more, sunshine," Jet tells her, and tugs her hair once, because he knows she's rolling her eyes. "You'll get your chance one day."
Anything Else? NOPE.
