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PLAYER
[journal] alienchrist
[age] 10/28/1984 (26)
[previous characters n/a
CHARACTER
[series] Avatar: The Last Airbender
[full name] Jet
[age] 16, aged up to 18
[gender] Male
[canon point] From the Book 2 episode “The Drill,” right after Jet’s resolved to get “Li” (Zuko) to join the Freedom Fighter’s, and before he finds out Zuko and Iroh are from the Fire Nation. At this point, Jet will still be more interested in living this supposedly changed life, and naturally remember no details of his brainwashing or death since they haven't yet occurred.
[reference] http://avatar.wikia.com/wiki/Jet
[personality] Jet is very much a child of war. Certainly, he has every reason to hate the Fire Nation for what it’s taken from him, but the mixture of grief and loathing inside him is incredibly volatile, and more or less defines him as a person. Jet is warped. While he is shockingly depersonalized from his own destructive ways and the suffering of others, he grows attached to others easily, expecting loyalty and approval from those he sees as ‘like him’, which results in a deep sense of betrayal when that image is shattered by something as simple as dissent. Yet for all he is immature and illogical when it comes to his own disappointment, he is capable of sophisticated emotional manipulation toward the very people he holds in such esteem, furthering the image of someone who’s willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants, including breaking hearts.
In spite of this ruthlessness, Jet is a well-loved leader. He's a great storyteller, playing up the passionate emotions of his listeners, and skilled at recognizing a person's strong points and weak points - utilizing the strong points and taking advantage of the weak points. However, this skill falls apart beneath the weight of his ego. He takes being proven wrong very, very hard, to the point where he won't believe he's been mistaken and may even destabilize when his actions or beliefs are called into question.
Jet has lacked guidance and made his own way for half his life. Manipulation is a child’s way to attempt to control the world, a survival technique that Jet likely didn’t know how to ‘turn off’ and was not truly made aware of until he ran into people who defied it. It’s my belief that the two-tiered mess of flooding the village and losing Katara did have an effect on him, hence his sincere regret and desire to make a change.
That’s not to say he’s suddenly sweetness and rainbows. Some part of Jet will always look to play the upper hand. He’s fended for himself - and for those weaker than him - for far too long to ever really give that up. In that way, he’s a classic rogue. He has no use for the laws of others. However, he does have a very defined sense of right and wrong... it’s just that where those lines fall are rather wide of the classical definitions. Right, to him, is surviving and protecting himself and his own, and those he sees as in need of his protection. He’ll aid any who fit those definitions till he’s bone-weary, but heaven help you if you’re someone he sees as an enemy, for any reason.
[orientation] Unknown. Jet tends to flatter people to get what he wants from them, and while he flirts with Katara when she has an apparent attraction to him, his true feelings for her are not stated, aside from him wanting to be a friend and help her even after their falling out.
[appearance] Aged up two years, Jet will look much the same, though his features will have become slightly more defined and he will have grown and filled out a little more.
[wish] That the Fire Nation withdraw from the Earth Kingdom peacefully.
[requested house] Inoshishi
[misc notes] I may choose to canon update Jet when he is well-established in the game, if I feel it would bring sufficient interest/conflict into plot, but at this point have no immediate plans to do so.
Jet's tattoo will be located over his solar plexus.
SAMPLES
[network post]
[Even surrounded and clothed in unprecedented finery, there's something about Jet that just reads overgrown ragamuffin or maybe overconfident young punk. Maybe it's the way he has his feet up on the furniture, or his kimono too loose, hanging open. It might have more to with his rebellious hair - or perhaps the secrets lay in his expressive and impudent eyebrows.]
I heard that life's good in Ba Sing Se, but I didn't think it was gonna be this nice. And this is just how it is for folks at the bottom of the foodchain?
Yeah, I get it. Work hard to make your dreams come true.
[Jet sticks a long blade of grass in his mouth, obtained from who-knows-where.]
I guess it can't hurt to try. But if this isn't gonna get me the results I want... it'll be time to find some other way.
[His grin is too wide and too white, and speaks of fun and violence.]
[smut drabble]
Jet is still fighting, even with his wrists pinned over his head. A little sweat trickles into his eyes and sticks them, but he won't turn his defiant gaze. Of course he's fighting this. Fighting is all that he knows, all he wants to know. The bite marks sting and throb in time with his ragged breathing, and he hates that he's loving this. He shouldn't enjoy this work. This type of contact isn't a pure expression like the swing of a hook-blade or the well-aimed gleam of a smile at a pretty girl. This is him setting a price on his dignity and giving it up when someone pays what he's asking.
Jet dismisses such a disparaging thought as soon as it enters his mind, even as he's forced to his knees. He's not selling himself, he's employing a strategy. One he's damned good at, actually. This is just a continuation of old tricks, affected affection like an arm around the shoulder, a laugh at a lame joke, a confession of admiration. It's always been necessary to pleasure people a little to make them more agreeable. In a way, this is actually a more honest way to do it.
He laughs softly to himself as he wrenches his arms free. Pulls the stick of hay from his mouth and tosses it away somewhere. "Right," he says, getting close enough to breathe over skin. The heat is incredible, the small rather damp and ripe - it turns his stomach a little. Jet grits his teeth in his grin a fraction of a moment, collecting himself without really letting it show. "Let's do this."
[journal] alienchrist
[age] 10/28/1984 (26)
[previous characters n/a
CHARACTER
[series] Avatar: The Last Airbender
[full name] Jet
[age] 16, aged up to 18
[gender] Male
[canon point] From the Book 2 episode “The Drill,” right after Jet’s resolved to get “Li” (Zuko) to join the Freedom Fighter’s, and before he finds out Zuko and Iroh are from the Fire Nation. At this point, Jet will still be more interested in living this supposedly changed life, and naturally remember no details of his brainwashing or death since they haven't yet occurred.
[reference] http://avatar.wikia.com/wiki/Jet
[personality] Jet is very much a child of war. Certainly, he has every reason to hate the Fire Nation for what it’s taken from him, but the mixture of grief and loathing inside him is incredibly volatile, and more or less defines him as a person. Jet is warped. While he is shockingly depersonalized from his own destructive ways and the suffering of others, he grows attached to others easily, expecting loyalty and approval from those he sees as ‘like him’, which results in a deep sense of betrayal when that image is shattered by something as simple as dissent. Yet for all he is immature and illogical when it comes to his own disappointment, he is capable of sophisticated emotional manipulation toward the very people he holds in such esteem, furthering the image of someone who’s willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants, including breaking hearts.
In spite of this ruthlessness, Jet is a well-loved leader. He's a great storyteller, playing up the passionate emotions of his listeners, and skilled at recognizing a person's strong points and weak points - utilizing the strong points and taking advantage of the weak points. However, this skill falls apart beneath the weight of his ego. He takes being proven wrong very, very hard, to the point where he won't believe he's been mistaken and may even destabilize when his actions or beliefs are called into question.
Jet has lacked guidance and made his own way for half his life. Manipulation is a child’s way to attempt to control the world, a survival technique that Jet likely didn’t know how to ‘turn off’ and was not truly made aware of until he ran into people who defied it. It’s my belief that the two-tiered mess of flooding the village and losing Katara did have an effect on him, hence his sincere regret and desire to make a change.
That’s not to say he’s suddenly sweetness and rainbows. Some part of Jet will always look to play the upper hand. He’s fended for himself - and for those weaker than him - for far too long to ever really give that up. In that way, he’s a classic rogue. He has no use for the laws of others. However, he does have a very defined sense of right and wrong... it’s just that where those lines fall are rather wide of the classical definitions. Right, to him, is surviving and protecting himself and his own, and those he sees as in need of his protection. He’ll aid any who fit those definitions till he’s bone-weary, but heaven help you if you’re someone he sees as an enemy, for any reason.
[orientation] Unknown. Jet tends to flatter people to get what he wants from them, and while he flirts with Katara when she has an apparent attraction to him, his true feelings for her are not stated, aside from him wanting to be a friend and help her even after their falling out.
[appearance] Aged up two years, Jet will look much the same, though his features will have become slightly more defined and he will have grown and filled out a little more.
[wish] That the Fire Nation withdraw from the Earth Kingdom peacefully.
[requested house] Inoshishi
[misc notes] I may choose to canon update Jet when he is well-established in the game, if I feel it would bring sufficient interest/conflict into plot, but at this point have no immediate plans to do so.
Jet's tattoo will be located over his solar plexus.
SAMPLES
[network post]
[Even surrounded and clothed in unprecedented finery, there's something about Jet that just reads overgrown ragamuffin or maybe overconfident young punk. Maybe it's the way he has his feet up on the furniture, or his kimono too loose, hanging open. It might have more to with his rebellious hair - or perhaps the secrets lay in his expressive and impudent eyebrows.]
I heard that life's good in Ba Sing Se, but I didn't think it was gonna be this nice. And this is just how it is for folks at the bottom of the foodchain?
Yeah, I get it. Work hard to make your dreams come true.
[Jet sticks a long blade of grass in his mouth, obtained from who-knows-where.]
I guess it can't hurt to try. But if this isn't gonna get me the results I want... it'll be time to find some other way.
[His grin is too wide and too white, and speaks of fun and violence.]
[smut drabble]
Jet is still fighting, even with his wrists pinned over his head. A little sweat trickles into his eyes and sticks them, but he won't turn his defiant gaze. Of course he's fighting this. Fighting is all that he knows, all he wants to know. The bite marks sting and throb in time with his ragged breathing, and he hates that he's loving this. He shouldn't enjoy this work. This type of contact isn't a pure expression like the swing of a hook-blade or the well-aimed gleam of a smile at a pretty girl. This is him setting a price on his dignity and giving it up when someone pays what he's asking.
Jet dismisses such a disparaging thought as soon as it enters his mind, even as he's forced to his knees. He's not selling himself, he's employing a strategy. One he's damned good at, actually. This is just a continuation of old tricks, affected affection like an arm around the shoulder, a laugh at a lame joke, a confession of admiration. It's always been necessary to pleasure people a little to make them more agreeable. In a way, this is actually a more honest way to do it.
He laughs softly to himself as he wrenches his arms free. Pulls the stick of hay from his mouth and tosses it away somewhere. "Right," he says, getting close enough to breathe over skin. The heat is incredible, the small rather damp and ripe - it turns his stomach a little. Jet grits his teeth in his grin a fraction of a moment, collecting himself without really letting it show. "Let's do this."