Editing Jett

'''Name:''' Jett<br>
'''Elemental Manifestation:''' Stormsoul (planning to take windsoul as the elemental forces within me grow more powerful and insuppressible) 
Reason for being within Akanul: Came there to be "just another genasi". Running from the past.<br>
'''Explanation of Class profession or class quirks (in-character):''' I don't know, I guess I've always had these powers, you know? To make things happen. When I get really angry... Sometimes my chain seems more like a dance partner than a weapon. Like it knows where to go before I do. Like it's wielding me.<br>
'''Hobbies (if killing stuff is not the only thing you like):''' Did ancient people have much time for hobbies? Maybe crafts of one kind or another or music? I think music is the right choice for this character; chaotic atonal drum music.<br>
'''General History:''' Jett was a lonely child growing up. He was born to two human parents (a storm spirit/primordial was sealed within him somehow) in Aglarond. All the adults in his village always treated him differently (because he's a genasi with human parents; not sure they know about the sealed spirit). He thrust his attention into weapon training and found that the spiked chain danced in his hands (metaphorically). When he came of age, he moved on and wandered to Akanul. Now free of his village's stares and whispers, he roams the land. Restless as a storm, he wandered purposelessly. Think feudal japanese samurai with no lord. [I don't know Tia's story, but I encounter her at some point in it. If she has some similarities to me, that would give me a good reason for the following]. Now he acts as her bodyguard, protecting her from harm.<br>
'''Physical Description:''' Start with a human. Replace their skin with the surface of a blueish plasma globe. Give them short (1 inch?) platinum hair that charges with static electricity when angered.<br>
'''Personality:''' Quiet; a bit of a loner; protective of Tia's character<br>
'''Goals:''' To be free of the scornful ghosts of the past<br>
'''Akanul:''' To finally be in a place where electric skinned humanoids are a dime a dozen. Oh, the freedom...<br>
'''Airspur:''' I leave the government alone. Not interested in the Queen or the Stewards. In fact I actively am not interested in gossiping about the government with the people I've met.<br>
'''Firestorm Cabal:''' I feel the same way about the Firestorm Cabal as I do about the government. Big organization's are all a bit too controlling for me. I like my freedom (think Han Solo). I'm not interested in your war's or your petty squabbling as long as you leave me and my charge alone.<br>
'''Aglarond:''' Only negative ties with my birthplace (but not all of it, just the one village). I've adopted many of the customs of Akanul.<br>
'''Naruto Note:''' It doesn't have to be Naruto. Character with hidden power/potential unleashed in moments of crisis shows up in many stories. Gohan from DBZ, Inuyasha, Anakin from Star Wars. Note that in most cases it is a matter of serious anger/need and that it doesn't have to be power they didn't have to begin with. It can be a matter of bringing my daily powers to bear in a fit of rage when an ally is in danger/killed. When Anakin Skywalker goes on a rampage to kill the sand people that murdered his mom, he doesn't use different powers than the rest of the time.<br>
'''Motivation:''' Jett wants to see his lifestyle maintained. He wants to stay in Akanul. He wants to protect Favonia. He doesn't behead peasants, but he does have an unbreakable bond of loyalty. I understand your frustration at not being able to move me to action with persecution from the Aglarondians. But if you were persecuted as a child, would you stay into adulthood? Just make him think his carefree lifestyle will be interrupted and he will take action to correct it. This could include threats/enticements to Favonia. It could also include threats to Akanul that he thinks himself singularly capable of handling. If the army is fighting a war against the aboleths or dragonborn, I don't see him enlisting. Why did Han Solo get involved with the Rebel Alliance? Money ("I'll pay you to take us to Alderaan"), Love (Princess), Loyalty (When he shows up to save the day in the Death Star attack). I'm not interested in money, but that was just a teaser to get to Love anyway. I have Love and Loyalty as my motivations.<br>
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'''Alignment:''' Chaotic Neutral (with a Lawful Good exception for Favonia)<br>
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'''Favonia:''' The relationship I had in mind was the one seen in Han & Leia, Inuyasha & Kagome, Anakin & Padme.<br>
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'''The Power:''' Please, no talking weapon! :) What I meant by the weapon bit is that he doesn't have formal training. He has innate ability that he doesn't quite comprehend. Maybe some of it is even a bit of the primordial expressing it with minor control of his body channeled through the weapon. For example, if he sees a drunk human in a bar making cracks about genasi, he might write the guy off (cut him some slack because it's the drink talking). But, he might find that inadvertently the chain has come unhitched and tangled up the drunk's feet. Or in a fight to subdue a foe (sparring), he might find that the chain struck to kill. I'm talking extremely minor. The sort of thing one might chalk up to good or bad luck. No talking weapon! :) Maybe it could get more pronounced with time though. Maybe the primordial has an agenda that starts out small (since it's fused with Jett, something like "protect the vessel's interests") and eventually as it awakens its true motivation becomes more clear.<br>
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'''Cast of Characters:'''<br>
'''Jett:''' A stoic stormsoul genasi with a troubled childhood. Born to human parents, his power comes from a primordial sealed within his body since birth. Unlike other genasi, Jett has shifting szuldar only on his abdomen, which he hides.<br>
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'''Favonia:''' A flighty windsoul genasi with a sheltered childhood. She enjoys flying free on the open air, and feeds her insatiable wanderlust with journeys ever more far afield.<br>
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'''<Jed's Character>:''' An earthsoul genasi. Adopted by a human wizard since infancy.<br>
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'''<Jed's Character>:''' An elf of the Chondalwood?<br>
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'''Important Note:''' Jett has no szuldar on most of his body. He has a series of concentric circles (with runic looking embellishments) on his abdomen, that he does not show to others. Unlike a normal Genasi's szuldar, they shift over time, but not when anyone is looking.<br>
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'''Setup:'''<br>
  Jett was a lone wanderer fleeing the shadows of the past, hoping to take refuge in Akanul where his race would not be questioned. He wandered from Aglarond, across the Sharksbane Wall into Chessenta. There on the eastern border of Akanul, in the Drunken Horse Inn, he met <Jed's Character> and his friend Sardis.<br>
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  A leering flamesoul genasi sidled up to Jett at the bar. Seeing his lack of visible szuldar, the flamesoul commented, "Hey Sparky, that's a mighty fine szuldar you've got there. I wonder if your mother's was quite as big. Was it, Sparky?"<br>
  "Lay off, Sardis," <Jed's Character> said.<br>
  Jett's face remained impassive, despite the fury he felt.<br>
  "I'll bet she was one of those weak-minded windsouls. They always have the tiniest szuldar; so petite, with such fine lines. Like yours, eh?" He turned to leave, tripping over Jett's spiked chain that had become entangled around his feet. Flaring with anger, he stood and turned on Jett, "You think that was funny, do you? I'll show you what the Firestorm Cabal thinks of no-szuldar half-wits!" He drew his battleaxe, charging Jet head on.<br>
  As he passed, <Jed's Character> struck Sardis on the back of the skull with his maul, knocking him onto a table, which collapsed under him. He struggled to get up, then lay still. "Sorry about my associate. He can be kind of... Well he's a jerk, really. I'm <Jed's Character>."<br>
  "Think nothing of it," Jett replied, "If you'll excuse me."<br>
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Jett continued his travels, skirting Akanul heading south to the Chondalwood. His encounter with the flamesoul had made him leery of other Genasi. He planned to head west through the woods to reach the Sword Coast road, and then on to Baldur's Gate or Waterdeep. Somewhere more cosmopolitan.<br>
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The Firestorm Cabal drake-hunting party continued south as well, headed into the Chondalwood to capture drakes to use as dinosaur ponies.<br>
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'''Meanwhile:'''<br>
Favonia had stowed away in a wagon belonging to the drake-hunting party. She was a young girl, headstrong and flighty. Seeing her best opportunity when the party made camp outside the Chondalwood, she fled into the eaves of the wood. Little did she know that <Jed's Character> had known about the stowaway for some time, and had seen her make her escape.<br>
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'''The Pendant:'''<br>
Favonia's family has a ceremony they undergo when a child comes of age. Part of the ceremony involves a gift given by the parents to the child. Favonia's father is a gemcutter and he has crafted a watermelon tourmaline pendant in the shape of a heart for his daughter.<br>
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'''2 years ago:'''<br>
Jett encounters <Jed's Character> and his friend Sardis at the Drunken Horse Inn. Favonia steals the ceremonial pendant and stows away with <Jed's Character>'s military drake-hunting party. Jett and <Jed's Character> save Favonia from xenophobic elves in the Chondalwood. <Jed's Character> continues his military service. Jett escorts Favonia home on foot. Her family takes him in out of gratitude. Favonia notices that her ceremonial pendant is missing. She puts it out of her mind. "Why do today what you can put off till tomorrow?"<br>
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'''Now:'''<br>
Favonia realizes that time is running out. Her coming of age ceremony is almost here. She must either retrieve the pendant from the Chondalwood or tell her parents. She and Jett set out to the Chondalwood by boat.<br>
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'''Why the Change?:'''<br>
I know our meeting at the Chondalwood seemed fortuitous (since Frank's first bit is in the Chondalwood). Playing out our meeting story would have been interesting. But we felt, some of this had to be put back into the realm of backstory because Jett and Favonia needed some time alone to get to know each other. He's antisocial enough that it is a stretch to have him being friendly to her without a good reason. We've all seen the movie where the 2 people are traveling together for some reason (money, pity, or a common goal) and then as they journey and have adventures, feelings of trust/loyalty develop. Since she's my tie to caring about the rest of the characters, I kind of want this bit of the story to make sense.<br>
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Then, on this second trip to the Chondalwood, we can run into <Jed's Character> by chance and meet <Jen's Character> as well. If she is an elf, it shouldn't be a problem since 2 years have passed since that unfortunate encounter. We hope no one feels like we're trying to cut them out or mess up their story. We just feel that this change is necessary for the development of our two characters. :)<br>
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'''Chondalwood, Take One:'''<br>
  Favonia flew from branch to branch through the Chondalwood. Finally, growing weary, she set down on a clear branch to eat some of the provisions she had lifted from the wagon. <Crack> The branch beneath her gave way and she fell to the forest floor. "Ooph!"<br>
  "He he he he he!" came the clear laughter of the elves. "The Wood", came a silvery voice, "it doesn't like her, it doesn't."<br>
  "Hello! Who's there?" Favonia called.<br>
  "Too much wind, not good for the trees. Little windling all alone. Your kind do not belong here." A barrage of arrows came from out of the shadows, pinning Favonia's robe to the nearby tree trunk. "Now friends, let us play. He he he he he!" Five elves unfolded from the foliage, approaching the young windsoul with menace.<br>
  <Jingle> The sound of a chain's links rattling on each other rang out above the laughter. The elves turned and saw a stormsoul genasi in leather bearing down on them, his deadly chain swinging. <Whirr> <Boom!> The chain was a blur of motion as it struck one of the elves, knocking him to the ground with a blast of concussive force.<br>
  The other elves rallied, surrounding the stranger, longswords drawn, trying to stay out of reach of the whirling chain.<br>
  "You look like you could use some help... again," came a familiar voice. <Jed's Character> appeared from behind a nearby tree, charging into the group and breaking their formation. Jett and <Jed's Character> swiftly sent the remaining elves fleeing into the undergrowth.<br>
  "Thank you so much for saving me." Favonia was shaking with excitement.<br>
  "Don't mention it, little lady," <Jed's Character> replied. "You're just lucky that I saw you sneaking away from the wagon. Just don't wander off without your bodyguard in future."<br>
  "But he's not my... Yeah, I'll try to keep that in mind," she said, finally catching up. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Jett, "Don't worry. I'll stick close by from now on."<br>
  "If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my regiment. Be careful, you two."<br>
  Favonia looked up into Jett's eyes, "So, where to now?"<br>
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  That night, they made camp on a hill north of the drake-hunter's camp. Jett still wasn't sure that he shouldn't have left her there. She would have made it back to Airspur just as surely under their watchful eye. It just didn't feel right somehow, abandoning her to "military justice". It would only be a few weeks out of his way, to make sure that she got home safely. It's not as if he had anywhere to be, right?<br>
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  Five days and a hundred miles later, Favonia awoke suddenly. She had seen it so clearly, as if she were someone else. She had seen herself sitting on the branch, rummaging for the stale rations. She had seen the branch crack. And she had seen the tourmaline pendant snag and break free as she fell to the forest floor below. She needed to go back for it. Should she tell Jett? He would be furious. Better to leave it be and think about coming back for it later. Papa wouldn't notice it was missing. He was so busy in the workshop lately, anyway.<br>
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  As they rounded the dour outliers of the Akanapeaks, day by day they could see more and more of the Sea of Fallen Stars. Jetts mood, which had improved these past weeks of traveling together began to sour. On the other side of that sea lay Aglarond. That evening, a heavy fog descended. They continued in silence to the north. The morning of the next day dawned warm and clear. "There it is!" Favonia cried, "Airspur! Isn't it beautiful?"<br>
  Almost on top of them now loomed the earthmotes of the city, and the separation that Jett no longer desired.<br>
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  Favonia's parents were so overjoyed to see her again, they asked Jett to stay on with them out of gratitude for his part in her safe return. He accepted their hospitality, swearing a silent oath that he would always protect this "windling", come what may.