Jet

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• The Prince

  

  ♕Name♕ Jet Pyrite Flame ♕Title♕ Prince of Dreams ♕Sign♕ Aries ♕Species♕ Felis Adorablus ♕Scent♕ Cotton Candy ♕Orientation♕ Straight

  ♕Height♕ 5'4" ♕Weight♕ 129 lbs. ♕Eyes♕ Aquamarine ♕Alignment♕ Chaotic Evil ♕Fur♕ Orchid ♕Handedness♕ Right

  ♕Read/Write♕ English/Katsurian ♕Languages♕ English/Katsurian ♕Skills♕ Logistics, Creation, Cooking ♕Family♕ Opal, Ruby, Pearl ♕Diet♕ Sweets, meats, treats ♕Addictions♕ Power, Control

  
  
  ♕Personality♕A true narcissist, Jet considers himself to be wholly above and superior to everybody else. Spoiled and arrogant, everything had to be his way or no way at all. To achieve this, Jet could become manipulative, violent and deceitful. Though he was still able to maintain his childlike charm. To visitors he could be innocent, friendly and cute, but if the mood struck him right the prince could also be dark and downright cruel. While the Princess was away, this world was his and everybody would soon know it.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  *JET 1 ATK 1 DEF
  *The easiest enemy.
  *Can only deal 1 damage.

  

  
  
  

  ♕Biography♕ Born into the dreamscape, a place of madness where anything is possible. This young prince grew up to have anything his child mind could imagine. If his subjects would not bring it to him, or his mother not will it, he would simply think it up himself. Whatever 'it' might be. These were the perks of being royalty within the dreamscape. As a child, the prince was bouncy and bubbly. He thoroughly enjoyed playing small pranks or tricks on his mother and the servants that lived within his castle walls. Jet lived a happy childhood and to him everything seemed right in the world. He was loved unconditionally by his tentative mother Ruby. The servants entertained and played games with him whenever he wanted. He received the best education that one could get in the dreamscape, and was well respected and cherished by all of his subjects. Each year the entire city erupted into a celebration for his birthday! Nowadays though, there were no celebrations. He was feared by others and lives a mostly secluded life. Jet could normally be found locked away in his room or at his mothers side on the throne. This life of fear and seclusion would bring out a resentment in the young prince, aimed towards the very subjects that he was brought up to love and lead. The incident that had lead up to all this fear and resentment happened only a few years ago. A simple game of tag is what started his decent into darkness. While running away from the seeker, the prince tripped, fell and landed on his wrist. With a sickening snap the boy was filled with more pain than he could have ever imagined. Being just a boy, he couldn't help but cry out for his mother. Tears streamed down his face as he sat in the middle of the city with a crowd quickly gathering around the children who were playing the game. Quiet whispers passed among the crowd that had gathered. 'Were they all laughing at the poor, fallen price? Why did no one try to help him?' Lashing out in anger, the prince blamed the poor kid who was chasing him. It was HIS fault the prince had fallen and it was HIS fault the city folk could see tears streaming down Jet's face. It embarrassed him, it enraged him, and he needed to show his subjects who the boss was. In a bout of rash anger the prince conjured up two black tentacles which emerged from the ground and preceded to pierce that poor child's heart. Nothing was ever the same after that day. Valentine City was a nonviolent and tranquil place, nothing this bad had ever happened in it's history. Murder was a completely foreign subject to its citizens. The whole event turned into a scandal that the Princess herself had to personally put to rest. Jet would be confined to the castle and would never be allowed to set foot outside of it again. There were no more games to be played or fun to be had, everyone looked at him differently now, even his own mother. Lonesome birthdays passed as the young prince was confined to the castle. Nobody ever came to see him, he had no friends and had nothing to entertain himself with. Developing into a handsome young man, Jet would grow dark and distant from everyone, including his own mother. A special disdain grew in his heart for his mother's creations the "dreamborn." One day, the Princess happened across Jet in his room, who was surrounded by dolls that closely resembled some of the many servants of her castle. The dolls were decapitated, mutilated and mangled by various sharp objects the prince had imagined up. The Princess watched through his cracked door in horror as the gleeful prince stabbed through the chest of one of the unharmed dolls. The Princess could tell what sort of monster her son was becoming and completely blamed herself. It would only be a matter of time before the young prince worked his way up to real dreamborn and maybe even the visitors themselves! She couldn’t bring herself to confront her son about it. Nor could she find it in herself to harm or remove him from the dreamscape. So one day the Princess called Jet into the throne room. She smiled at him, kissed him on the forehead and told him that she would be back. Though the Princess would never return. Instead she had elected to allow Jet to do his own thing while she created herself a newer, brighter dreamscape. Now in complete control of the dreamscape. The prince was free to do anything he wanted as he awaited his mother’s return.

  ♕Playstyle♕ Always Whisper Friendly 1:1 RP Group RP Plot planning Character development Long Term Violence Sometimes Short term Fights Fade to Black Time skips Blood and gore Death Possible "What If" "The Real World" Never Romance

  
  

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  In the world of the dreamscape, the prince is a god. Blessed with the ability to conjure up anything he imagines. He is able to manipulate gravity, light and the world around him. He is able to teleport, mind walk, mend souls, create life, change the weather, as well as conjure and control all of the elements. He is able to regenerate, make himself invisible, duplicate himself or others, and change his size or appearance. Of course, certain powers would take more concentration and exhaust him more than others would.