KEIRAN, JETTA BLAISE

[JETTA BLAISE KEIRAN]

* jetta b. keiran ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Jetta Blaise Keiran

NICKNAMES Jet, Blaise

DATE OF BIRTH October 31st

AGE sixteen

GRADE/YEAR eleventh grade

ELEMENT fire

SEXUALITY bisexual

MARITAL STATUS single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Andrew Biersack

EYE COLOUR grey-blue

HAIR COLOUR black

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 6'1", 150 lbs

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES lip piercing(s), pierced ears, subtle wrist scars

CLOTHING STYLE Casual more often than not; plain shirts and skinny jeans with the same pair of Converse every single day. Every now and again he might wear a hoodie or a leather jacket.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• loyal
  
• intelligent
  
• reliable
  
• creative
  
• confident
  
• curious
  
• emotionally passionate; strong feelings
  
• involved
  
• witty
  
• poetic
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• violent
  
• quick-tempered
  
• stubborn
  
• dramatic
  
• sarcastic
  
• cynical
  
• impulsive
  
• guarded
  
• petty
  
• masochistic
  
• self-destructive
  
  

LIKES

• caffeine
  
• wars
  
• verbal fights
  
• solitude
  
• politics
  
• rock music
  
• his element
  

DISLIKES

• enemy elements
  
• smooth jazz
  
• boredom
  
• loud or unintelligent people
  
• people in general
  
• swimming
  

STRENGTHS

• intelligent
  
• articulate
  
• team player
  
• resourceful
  

WEAKNESSES

• self-destructive
  
• extremely biased
  
• too emotionally involved
  
• makes bad life choices
  
• teleological; doesn't value himself and is prone to putting his wants above his needs and future
  

FEARS

• being emotionally open or exposed
  
• to an extent, water elementals
  
• himself
  

BEST MEMORY
Likely the first time he was allowed and expected to set something on fire. He enjoyed the feeling of power it gave him to be around others like himself, and he felt very accepted - what with using his "gift" and all.

WORST MEMORY
Having to leave home for the academy, and being unsure of what would happen next. He felt very afraid and wasn't sure if he was going to crash and burn.

LONG-TERM GOAL The most important thing to Jet is his element, and he wants to get as good as possible with it and one day teach at the academy (or he could work at the tattoo parlour.)

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Jacklyne Carolyn Keiran (41), homicide detective.

FATHER Alexander Blaise Nagel (38), prisoner.

SIBLINGS N/A

OTHER Sterling Sean Keiran (44), uncle. Oliver Phillip Sykes (39), Jacklyne's longtime boyfriend.

HISTORY
Jetta was born to a single homicide detective; the story of his father is a complicated one, but it's generally understood that the man was a childhood friend of Jet's mother. They went their seperate ways when Alexander left mysteriously, but met up later down the road and... Well, one thing led to nother, which led to the existence of Jetta. Soon after that series of events, Alexander was arrested for the same murders Jacklyne was trying to solve. When she found she was expecting, she quit her work and moved in with her brother, Sterling. The siblings took care of Jetta, given his father's middle name in honor of that wacky, shady, and apparently elemental man that contriuted to the kid's DNA. Shortly after the birth of Jetta, another childhood friend of his mother popped up, and very quickly there was another adult in the picture. They were generally happy, and Alexander Nagel wasn't missed, nor was his secret known.

As Jetta grew up, he displayed the same violent tendencies as his father. The boy got into many fights throughout middle school, and he had few friends. He never quite settled in with any crowd, either; he was just an angry kid on his own. His powers woudn't manifest until roughly age 14, when his angry spells began to cause problems of the fire damage sort. His home life was much more stable than his school life - he was close to the three adults raising him, and as far as he was concerned, the only father he needed was Oliver. Jacklyne began working again at that time, and often when she solved a case, she would tell her son about it. He learned many things about how the minds of others work especially criminals, but also he caught the message his mother was trying to show him: if he continued on a violent path, he would end up more or less exactly like his father. Jetta didn't want to end up in prison (heaven knows what would happen to a pretty guy like himself), but he just couldn't control his temper. Thus began the fear of himself, and of what he could do.

Eventually the scouts did find him, and he was whisked away from his happy family to attend the academy. His family couldn't afford to move, so a hundred or so miles now seperated Jetta and the only family he'd ever known. He was worried at first... But he quickly became emerged in the school and felt he found where he belonged. He didn't quite make friends, but he gradually learned to (sort of) control his anger. Nothing eventful happened in his social life; he remained distant, and didn't long for personal relationships. But he did need something to stand behind, after his whole life had been spent as a loner and a rogue. He had no trouble taking up his element, and he quickly became steadfastly loyal to it. Some could even argue that he lived for it. Jet advanced normally through school, and as the months went on he even became a very good student in most of his classes. Over time, he's also done a few bad things - he's tried smoking and likes it, he's also tried a fair bit of drinking and likes that too. However, so he doesn't get in trouble, he doesn't do it very often and when he does, he's very sneaky about it. The scars on his wrists, however, inflicted in times of anger or sadness, are sometimes not so easy to hide. It's probably best that he doesn't seek friends or such, as he's easily emotionally wrapped up, and past one-sided crushes have taught him to just keep his mouth shut.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME Dee

YOUR AGE I am 19 c:

RP EXPERIENCE Nearly nine years off-and-on

HOW'D YOU FIND US? Proboards Support

SECRET WORD Correct.

RP SAMPLE

The girl was bored and unable to find what she was looking for. As usual, she needed excitement - which at the moment, could not be achieved in the usual way. There were no parties, but the nymph's mind craved the overdoses and bustle of loud music and bright lights. She was dressed nice, looked nice, her hair was nice... Yet she was all dressed up with nowhere to go. She paced about her house, Starla on her heels; the feline's big green eyes always drew Kori in, from the moment she'd spotted the little cotton ball at the shelter. Now a long-haired and still very playful adult, the cat was bigger and could actually be left alone for a few hours. But you're not too old to be hugged! And so, Starla accompanied her owner on a walk through the house, taking her favorite seat in the house - that being safely in the pink-haired girl's slender arms. Where to go, where to go... Perhaps the candy shop? But I need to watch my weight... Even though she didn't actually need to watch her weight. Maybe the mirror could tell her.

And so the girl set Starla down and examined herself in the mirror. Dark and yet twinkling eyes - the eyes of intelligence - gazing from a pale face, flawless in most regards save the "beauty mark" upon her cheek. She didn't think it was that beautiful, but oh well. A tight corset top, black in color, showing off the body that apparently needed to be watched. Long and luxurious hair, so soft and healthy one would figure pink was a natural color rather than a dye. Knee-high heeled boots (actually, a little over her knees), at least making the short-statured girl feel better about herself in that way. It felt good to loom over others, but at 5'4", maybe 5'7" in the heels she was wearing, hardly anyone worth looming over was an option. Her skirt had a little of the gothic flair Kor sometimes included in her wardrobe, with chains hanging from it. Her right arm and ears were walking product placements, having various wristbands to express her tastes and her earrings were definitely DC in origin. Maybe one thing was missing... She needed excitement, and what made her happy? Doing things her mother wouldn't approve of. And her mother wouldn't ever approve of body modification. The corset piercings were bad enough, and thank the almighty whatever that legally Kori could no longer be grounded. But now that the girl thought about it, she wanted more. A smirk was seen in the mirror as the girl turned around to get her bag.

Three minutes later, she was walking along, going off of memory to locate where she thought she maybe remembered seeing a place vaguely like what she needed... And her memory rarely failed, as she had a way of noticing things. Little things that just stayed in her mind when she looked at a mental image. She remembered exactly where to turn, exactly where the dead thing had been two weeks ago... It had since been cleaned up, but the girl still wanted to avoid the lingering smell. She'd worked quite hard on making herself smell like strawberries and sugar! She would have taken a car, but she just loved the activity of walking. Especially since the weather was nice and spring had returned. How rude of her would it be to not greet the new season of life? Although nature was not her particular gift, she understood the bonds between a nymph and their element, and knew that many of her metaphorical sisters and brothers would be pleased about this time. That, and spring break. And summer break wasn't too far away! It felt odd no longer having anything to look forward to during the summer, aside from warm summer nights. The prospect of laying on her roof in a comfortable dress to watch the moon was delicious, like an exotic fruit; yet welcoming, like... Like, well, a comfortable dress.

Hey, this place looks about right. The girl entered, greeted by the tinkle of a bell. Lurking there was a rather interesting figure with long, black hair. He sort of reminded the girl of her brother, except her brother was short, and blonde, and had short hair and brown eyes... Okay, maybe she missed Seth. But no matter, because those eyes that missed nothing soon caught sight of the guy's shirt. "Hey, I like that band too." She nodded her head his way, taking an extra second to add his face to her book of People That Offer Services.

[TAYLOR THE CANADIAN]

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* accepted ,

WELCOME___TO THE ACADEMY !

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