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[babylonbadass]

Out-of-Character Information

Name: Luna
Are you over 15?: yup
Time Zone: Pacific (-8 GMT)
Personal Journal: lunayoshi
Reliable Method of Contact: lunayoshi 
Other characters in the game: Marine the Raccoon and Rouge the Bat
Anything Else?: Health is still fluctuating but hopefully I won't be down and out for weeks at a time anymore

In-Character Information

Name: Jet the Hawk
Game/Series: Sonic Riders/Sonic Riders: Zero Gravity | Sonic the Hedgehog
Canon Point: Post-Sonic Riders: Zero Gravity
Age & Birthday: 17, August 7th
Dorm or Living Arrangement: Dorm
Preferred House: Brawler

Personality:

Jet's one obnoxious, cocky little shit one proud hawk. Seeing as how his dad was the initial leader of the Babylon Rogues, Jet, being his son, received special treatment. Because Dad wasn't around to provide much discipline, Jet went around doing what he wanted, as kids are wont to do, and didn't often learn the consequences of his actions or how to deal with them. As a result, Jet acts pretty immature for his age. Temper tantrums are not uncommon, and he's prone to irrational frustration when things don't go his way. He's not spoiled, per se, just easy to irritate with zero coping mechanisms to deal with his anger.

His lack of discipline doesn't make him very fun to work with. Leadership is not his strong suit. Mostly, he goes around doing what he wants and dragging the Rogues with him. Luckily for him, they seem to have the same goals that he does, or are big enough pushovers that he gets away with it. To be fair, he never honestly asked to be the leader of a rogue group of treasure-hunting birds. If asked, he wouldn't peg himself as a good leader. He'd peg himself as a lot of other things, though, such as the fastest thing in the sky, or maybe the coolest bird ever.

Now, he is definitely not humble. Jet will take any bit of glory he can get and gloat about it as long as others will put up with it. His pride is probably his most cherished "possession." It can take its toll on him, however. He suffers from an inferiority complex stemming from some well-aimed cheap shots at his capabilities when he was young. Yes, being the high-and-mighty son of a head honcho garnered a bit of a backlash. Now he's constantly trying to prove that he's capable of whatever he strives for, thanks not to his bloodline, but to his hard work and skill. He wants to be able to say he earned every little bit of success himself. Thus, he'll also not resort to cheating. He wants to prove he's the best fair and square.

Oh, and he's greedy, craving both riches and fame. When a great treasure was revealed to be ancient technology instead of valuable gems, Jet dismissed it as a waste of time. It took Wave putting a spin on the technology's inherent monetary value to convince him it was worth pursuing to the end. 

Jet's also recently discovered an interest in history and archaeology. He was never properly taught it, and the evidence he recently uncovered regarding the ancient Babylonians piqued his interest. Where DID he come from? Was he really descended from aliens? If so, does he even belong on this planet? So many questions! ...But they can be answered later, after he's become rich and famous.

Backstory: 

The details of his adventures upon meeting Sonic are all listed on the Sonic wikia here.

As far as his past goes, he was born as the only son of head Babylon Rogue Gust the Hawk. He doesn't remember his mother, and his father never talked about her. Jet had little-to-no interest in her anyway. He latched onto his dad and didn't need much else in terms of parenting and emotional attachment.

His dad wasn't the greatest of dads. He was constantly busy with Rogue business, so Jet was often watched by other members of the group. Through them, he was taught the necessities of Babylonians: how to read Babylonian text, how to use Extreme Gear, where the most lucrative treasures are located. Important stuff. Gust spent the majority of the time he had with his son on the tricks he'd learned about how to best ride the Gear: pretty much how to use the air currents to pick up momentum and out-fly opponents. Having been given the tools to leave people in the dust, Jet was pushed to master it. Gust gave his son a moderate amount of encouragement, but Jet wanted more of a reaction out of him. He wanted to impress the pants off his dad. Gust was so busy leading the Rogues and was held in such high esteem among the team that Jet deeply wanted to dazzle his mentor. Jet's skills were nothing to shake a stick at, but it wasn't good enough for him. He wanted to be as good as his awesome dad and thus worthy of the title he was destined to inherit.

Cut to the present. Gust has passed on, and over time, the Babylon Rogues have dropped in numbers and are almost entirely gone. All that remain are his two compatriots: Wave the Swallow and Storm the Albatross. ...When I say "present," I mean the status quo before Wave left. Jet became antsy without her, and having only Storm to talk to was driving him mad. He set off to find her only to discover this school she supposedly stayed at was now a gigantic sphere of black smoke. At least it looked like black smoke. He couldn't see anything through it so he recklessly flew into it to see if he could figure out what happened. Yeah, he almost immediately passed out and woke up in the hallway of some spooky mansion. Yay.


Anything Else?:

• He actually cares deeply about his comrades despite treating them like subordinates. He thinks of them as family, considering how they've stuck with him instead of bailing after he took over things.

• His gear is Type-J, which is specially designed for speed and acceleration. He also holds onto the Magic Carpet "gear" he obtained at the end of the events of Sonic Riders but never uses it. It sucks It's too precious to use in day-to-day stuff.

• Sometimes he has dreams about some sort of alternate reality where he's a heroic knight serving some corrupt king of darkness or something, he's not sure. For some reason, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and some other shady folks are there, too. And Blaze the Cat is supposed to be his sister? What the...? Weird dreams, man!

• He wears his goggles almost 24/7 and takes them off only to sleep. He keeps them under his pillow just in case some creep wants to steal them for some reason.

• The flame markings on his arms aren't natural; they're tattoos he got when he was 10. It's a Babylon Rogue thing. Gotta look kewl!

• When first meeting Jet, one might mistake him for a parrot based on his coloring and squawk-y voice.

In-Character 1st person sample:

This carpet! Urgh!! What a piece of junk!

We go through all this trouble, jump through all these hoops, and win all these races. For what? Not for the greatest treasure of our ancestors, no. For a goddanged flying carpet!

Now what, you may wonder, is so bad about a flying carpet? It's a carpet that flies. You can ride a magic carpet as well as any Extreme Gear. But that's what you'd think. In reality, IT CAN'T HANDLE WORTH CRAP!

You try to turn a corner and it just plows you into the wall! Then you can't even catch up to your opponents because it can't accelerate worth a darn, either! Ohh, it can go fast? It doesn't matter if you can't round corners without faceplanting into walls! It's so stupid!

Wave says it's a supposed prototype for original Extreme Gear. Yeah, well, if that's true, no wonder my ancestors wanted to build better ones! As a ride, this thing is completely useless! I'd be better off using it as a decoration for my office and trying to ride with gear plucked straight from the trash.

Screw this carpet and screw this danged "incredible treasure." Next time, I'm sticking to money.

In-Character 3rd person sample:

Jet stared at the racetrack in out front of him. He knew that if he was to beat Sonic in the next race, he'd have to nail that Stale Fish stunt. It was tricky for him, though; there was so much twisting involved, he was afraid he'd land facing the wrong direction and wipe out. So far, his attempts had played out exactly as he feared.

"Not this time," he thought to himself while clenching his fist. "I know what I'm doing wrong. I need to believe in myself and in my skill. If I stop holding back, I know I can move with enough agility to land properly. Just you wait, Sonic. I'll prove I'm the best Extreme Gear rider on the planet!"

Jet inhaled deeply and rolled his shoulders. The track before him consisted of a long drop that rose into a jump. It wasn't the height he was focusing on, however; he was thinking about how rough the dirt looked at the end of that jump. Rocky. Painful. But those kinds of thoughts just wouldn't do. Relax, remember?

He grabbed his Gear and took a few steps back. He took in a quick breath as he started his sprint. His hop onto his floating board was swift and precise, his glide down the track's ramp smooth and steady. As he neared the jump, he braced himself both in posture and mind.

"Here goes," he muttered.

He twisted and flipped immediately after hitting the air. Flawless Indy and Twist stunts. But here came the hard part: land with that elusive perfect Stale Fish.

Time slowed to a crawl in his mind. His delivery was much quicker than his previous attempts with each guide of the board exact in its execution. His acrobatics in the air were almost elegant in their gracefulness. As the ground neared him, he could tell: he was going to land properly and facing the right direction this time.

Except he misjudged the amount of twisting needed to land safely. Despite landing facing forward, the excess flipping caused him to lose his balance on impact and sent him flying off his board, practically launching it out from under him and forward at rocket-like speed. With a few rolls, tumbles, and a trail of dust behind him, he finally stopped with a facefull of dirt.

He was glad Sonic wasn't around to see that unfortunate display of ego shattering.