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"[color=SlateGray][i]At first I thought you were some kind of idiot. Then you spoke and removed all doubt.[/i][/color]"

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[indent][indent]A smart mouthed cynic with a snarky, dry sense of humour whose bluntness borders frequently on downright insulting. Pragmatic to a tee, Jet isn’t one to leave anything to chance where his own wellbeing is concerned. He’s short fused and impatient around others and doesn’t feel the need to filter his opinions. He has his pride and isn't over eager to prove anything to anyone except himself. In that sense he can be his own worst enemy. Jet will berate the shortcomings of others and himself mercilessly; projecting his own insecurities with little compassion or empathy. That isn’t to say he lacks those qualities, but his knee jerk reaction to most people is to err on the side of caution and scrutiny. There is no beating around the bush in Vacuo; you either get the job done or you perish. Jet remembers this lesson well and will do anything to get what he wants.[/indent][/indent]

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[indent][indent]A scrappy, unassuming kid standing at an average 5’7” height  with a lanky build just shy of 118lbs. His hair is an unruly mop of hickory with bold eyebrows a shade darker, sitting above a pair of pitch black eyes. His nose is slightly crooked from a few repeat scraps in his younger days and sports a black stud on the left side; his right ear also has a silver helix piercing. Jet’s years working the scrap heap under the Vacuan sun has left his cheeks, neck and shoulders littered with freckles and sun spots. He also has a distinct mole slightly to the left of his lips.

His apparel consists of a pair of ripped, tawny trousers that have definitely seen better days, ratty black and grey sneakers with worn, red soles and a beige singlet sporting more than a few oil stains. He wears his brother's hoodie at all times; mostly tied around his waist due to the unagreeable climate. A black leather utility belt fastened around his waist is equipped with his various dust chambers, ammo cartridges and satchel charges. His right hand has a single fingerless glove that is attached to the wrist mounted mechanism in which he keeps his grappling hook. His visor is a dilapidated pair of mechanical goggles where the screen in the left lens flickers on and off erratically.[/indent][/indent][hr][b][u][color=slategray]Full Name[/color][/u][/b]

[indent][indent]Jet Sullivan[/indent][/indent]
[b][u][color=slategray]Alias/Nickname[/color][/u][/b]

[indent][indent]Slate[/indent][/indent]
[b][u][color=slategray]Gender[/color][/u][/b]

[indent][indent]Male[/indent][/indent]
[b][u][color=slategray]Age[/color][/u][/b]

[indent][indent]Fifteen[/indent][/indent]
[b][u][color=slategray]Kingdom of Origin[/color][/u][/b]

[indent][indent]Vacuo[/indent][/indent]
[b][u][color=slategray]Race[/color][/u][/b]

[indent][indent]Human[/indent][/indent]
[b][u][color=slategray]History[/color][/u][/b]

[indent][indent]Born and raised in the Vacuan wastelands, Jet and his older brother Slate are no strangers to the harshness of their homeland. Their mother left, their father drank himself to death, the young boys were left to fend for themselves growing up. Other members of the settlement took pity on them, but Vacuo was no place for charity; the brothers would have to work to earn their keep. A retired huntsman turned mechanic named Diesel gave them food and board to work the scrapyard. The work was grueling; long days under the sweltering sun, stripping parts for scrap to sell to travelling junkers and tinkers. Jet fondly remembers Diesel not as an opportunistic entrepreneur looking to capitalise on the misfortune of children, but as the only person who was willing to throw them a bone - to give them something to cling to as they toiled day in and day out. He had taught them the ins and outs of his junkyard as well as many other tricks of the mechanic trade. Jet was quite the tinker for his age, taking apart broken machinery and rebuilding them into various tools and devices to help ease the physical burden of their work.

As the two grew older Diesel saw fit to train them as huntsmen. With grimm and bandit attacks on the rise their settlement could use all the able bodied warriors available to them. They didn’t have the formal training of those who attended the academies, but Diesel’s tutelage was satisfactory enough. So much so that Slate was able to pass the entrance exam for Shade with flying colours; Jet hoping to follow suit in a few years time.

A particularly large raid on their settlement had pushed the small town to the brink, but they were just barely able to fend them off. Though it was not without casualties. Among them was Slate, a mere month before he was to head off to Shade academy. Stricken with grief, anger and a thirst for vengeance against those who took his brother from him, Jet packed his things and departed for Shade in the dead of night. A note expressing his gratitude to Diesel was all that was left of the boy. Now attending Shade under the alias of his deceased brother, Jet hopes to train to be a huntsman in his place and have his revenge one day. Equipped with his brother's weapon and Scroll, he isn’t naïve enough to believe his deception will fool anyone for long. He just figures he’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it.[/indent][/indent]
[b][u][color=slategray]Semblance[/color][/u][/b]

[indent][indent][i][color=silver]Jet has yet to unlock his Semblance[/color][/i]

[color=slategray][i]Ward[/i][/color] keeps Jet acutely aware of flanking targets by primarily functioning as an aura fueled trip alarm he can remotely set up on any desired surface or object he touches. He is able to alter the trigger event to either silently alert him of an intruders presence or to create a loud ruckus when tripped.

Wards can also be fixed to devices. Triggering them in this case will cause the affixed device to activate its standard function. Jet uses this as a means to remotely detonate his satchel charges as proximity mines.

Jet can place long ranged Wards on targets by imbuing his sniper rifle’s bullets with aura and an additional dust type (Usually Combustion or Lightning). Whilst these wards do nothing on their own aside from mark their target at the point of impact, a successful strike at this exact point from either Jet or one of his allies will cause the dust to erupt.[/indent][/indent]

[b][u][color=slategray]Weapon and Fighting Style[/color][/u][/b]

[indent][indent][i][color=slategray]Obsidian End[/color][/i], once belonging to Jet’s older brother Slate, is a crudely engineered semi-automatic rifle composed primarily of salvaged parts and that good ol’ Vacuan scrapyard charm. The weapon can seamlessly transition between a standard rifle best for mid to long ranged skirmishes, to that of an unwieldy sniper rifle that ideally functions over great distances. The rifle fires gravity dust enhanced bullets in a three round burst, whilst the sniper furthers the impact of shots fired by imbuing those same bullets with lightning dust. The resulting electromagnetic dust creates a railgun effect to propel rounds with intense velocity.

Jet’s sidearm is [i][color=slategray]Tonitrus[/color][/i], a simple flare pistol that discharges a singular blast of electricity to shock a foe for a few moments. It has to be manually reloaded after each shot by taking the time to divert energy from the lightning dust within his primary weapon - but it is his best option in a close encounter to stun an assailant and create distance. Jet operates best when positioned comfortably away from the front lines, providing suppressive fire and support for his allies. When caught on his own, he favors hit and run tactics whilst whittling down his target with a rain of bullets.

Other tools he uses to help him while on the hunt are his trusty wrist mounted grappling hook - allowing him some extra mobility to stay on his toes or reposition to a better vantage point. He also wields an archaic visor as a way for him to scope in whilst aiming his sniper rifle. He usually brings about half a dozen homemade satchel charges imbued with combustion dust that need to be manually detonated after an arming period of a few seconds.[/indent][/indent]
[b][u][color=slategray]Strengths and Weaknesses[/color][/u][/b]

[indent][indent][b][color=slategray]+[/color] Tinker[/b]: He has a knack for engineering and mechanics.
[b][color=slategray]+[/color] Sharpshooter[/b]: He's a decent shot.
[b][color=slategray]+[/color] Cautious[/b]: He thinks before he acts and rarely makes impulsive decisions.

[b][color=slategray]-[/color] Unrefined[/b]: Below-average skill level when compared to the other first year hunters.
[b][color=slategray]-[/color] Uncoordinated[/b]: As good as he is with his rifle, he can barely scrape by in an up close and personal fight.
[b][color=slategray]-[/color] Skeptic[/b]: He doesn't trust easily and is doesn't like to accept aid from others[/indent][/indent]
[b][u][color=slategray]Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw[/color][/u][/b]

[indent][indent]His habitual pragmatism and cynicism have ingrained a constant sense of fear and uncertainty in him. As much as he would like to let his guard down and just enjoy himself, he knows from experience how easily everything can be taken away from you. Vacuo has hardened him and turned his heart cold; and he's scared that it'll stay that way for the rest of his life.[/indent][/indent]
[b][u][color=slategray]Misc[/color][/u][/b]

[indent][indent]His brother taught him how to ride a motorcycle. He used Slate's bike to get to Shade in one piece and treasures it more than any of his other possessions.[/indent][/indent][/hider]