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Jette Raynehell

"Aww! Don't be such a goodie-goodie!"

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a character in “Stella Academy”, originally authored by ~Evil Cream Puff~, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Jette Raynehell
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Basic Information




House: Garuda

Age: 17

Appearance: Jette awkwardly stands at 5'10" though he appears shorter due to his rather poor posture. His subtle slouch walks the line between wanting to disappear and wanting to be noticed by others. As such, a childish pout is usually Jette's neutral expression. His eyes are large, the color of a murky lake and hide beneath an unruly mop of satin blonde hair. His unkempt locks fall to just above his shoulders. Jette's skin is slightly pale and free of blemishes. His body is thin; fit but not because of any extra effort on his part.

Jette's upper body and arms are covered in tattoos of varying designs and colors. A black emblem-like shape is inked down his neck and across his chest while his arms sport wavy, flame patterns. The boy is quite proud of these markings and acts as if they are some sort of accomplishment on his part. As such, he frequently wears his shirts open as a way to show them off. Much about Jette's appearance suggests a strong sense of vanity and pride.

Personality: At once, Jette comes off as troubled. What's more is that he seems to be aware of this and embraces his faults, choosing to indulge in temptation and live on a whim. He is often curt to those around him and takes pleasure in belittling others. He can also be extremely childish, commonly picking on people and throwing tantrums when things do not go his way. Mentally and emotionally unstable, Jette seems to experience every emotion to the extreme - and his mood swings abruptly change without warning. If it can be seen as redeeming, however, the boy is as sincere and genuine as can be. He keeps very little hidden and has no problems with expressing himself.

Despite his constant mood swings, certain traits seem to remain true to the boy's personality - Jette shows enough positivity to prove that he has the capability to be a good person. Wanting to fit in and have friends to talk to is a common fantasy of his. The young man has been known to openly show kindness, compassion, and generosity. These qualities are, sadly enough, frequently clouded over by negativity. Although Jette sees himself as better than most other people, he has a tendency to develop obsessive, almost romantic feelings for those he feels have bested him.

It appears as though tormenting others and invoking negative emotion in them (much like his own outbursts) gives Jette a sense of pleasure. He has an odd duality of low self-esteem and over-confidence. Jette also has a tendency to give people insulting (albeit playful) nicknames, despite the fact that he dislikes his own name. To say he is a bully is not sufficient. The vibes most people get from the young man are unsettling yet somehow fascinating, like a disturbing painting that becomes hauntingly beautiful the more one looks as it.

As strong as his personality may sound, Jette sometimes lets on that he is much more fragile than people think. The day may come when his unstable mind could shatter, leaving him broken and insane.

Likes & Loves:
✯ Sugar in any form (though he dislikes anything watermelon-flavored)
✯ Romance novels/manga (TOP SECRET!!!)
✯ Picking on others
✯ Indulging himself
✯ His pet rabbit, Remy
Dislikes & Fears
☒ People he deems "too sweet"
☒ Competition
☒ Dogs
☒ Mildly claustrophobic
☒ Possesses an odd fear of never finding love



Mana Arm




Weapon name: Lazarus

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Known more commonly as a meteor hammer, this simple weapon consists of a large weight connected to a long chain that enables it to be swung with great force. Its potential for sheer destruction yet difficulty to control is the perfect compliment to Jette's unstable personality.

[color=Red]Weapon's ability: Empathetic Slave - While the weighted end of Jette's meteor hammer boasts incredible destructive capabilities, the chain on which it is connected possesses a unique and frightening ability. Should Jette ensnare an opponent with the chain of Lazarus, their minds and emotions become one with his own. Establishing this connection enables Jette to force any emotions or feelings he wishes onto his victim. Given the fact that his own mind is unstable, this ability could potentially cripple a weaker minded opponent and leave them at Jette's mercy. Truly, only those of strong will have the possibility of overcoming this trickery. While Jette personally loves this ability himself, the fact that it may appear less flashy than the abilities of his peers is a sore spot for the boy.




Additional Information




Themes
General: <a href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKDJhdMvpHc>Battle Hymn of the Soul</a>
Battle: <a href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CavUYnKX5XE>Innocent Freak</a>
Battle II: <a href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sC1B44rcUsI>I Feel - Akira Yamaoka</a>

Physical
Handedness: Right
Fitness: Body is naturally toned but his arms are a bit skinny. Jette is aware of this and finds it an annoyance.
Allergies/Medical conditions: None diagnosed, though many doctors would have a field day with his mental condition.




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So begins...

Jette Raynehell's Story

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Jette Raynehell


The ancient spires of Stella Academy stood in regal contrast against the clear backdrop of the midday sky. Soon, dusk would set in and light the towers and grounds ablaze in warm shades of gold and crimson. For generations this structure has stood, not only as a noble symbol of strength and knowledge, but also as a comforting beacon of hope for humankind. If the walls of Stella Academy could talk, they would speak of decades of tradition, rich history, and the countless memories made by the many students who have called these hallowed grounds their home. It was beautiful.

Jette hated it.

A lone satchel slung across his chest, the boy stood in silence, glancing up at the academy towers. Towers that would soon be his prison once more.

'And just like a fool canary, I fly right back into my cage.'

The boy scoffed in disgust. Truth be told, Stella Academy wasn't all bad. The grounds were pretty nice, and some of his classes were actually rather interesting. It was the people he couldn't stand. The students and teachers who marred what might be a pleasant learning experience.

All the older professors seemed to do is go on and on about tradition and history and how every student there has a greater purpose in life and blah, blah, blah... It was sickening! How dare they just lump all the students in the academy into one large group? To say they were all the same! Bullshit. Jette was most certainly not like the other students at Stella, always running around blabbing about their Mana Arms and trying to show one another up. And everyone always wants you to be so involved! Track and field, book club, science club, swim team, bird-watching club, fencing, volleyball, baseball, home economics, debate team, tech club, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera -

'Gahh! It's maddening!!'

Why the hell does everyone have to always be doing something!? Teachers were always telling the boy to join an extra-curricular activity and some students even had the gall to approach him directly with some lame-ass sales pitch. All the talking and chattering and begging made him wish the entire school would just crumble down on top of everyone inside.

So why even bother returning?

Jette wasn't entirely sure of that answer. Despite how much of a hassle Stella Academy was, another, quieter part of his mind held on to the flimsy hope that maybe, just maybe his time here would be spent making friends. Like the countless manga and comic books he'd read, school life - academy life in particular - was supposed to be filled with memorable moments and life changing events taking place alongside the many friends made during your time there. It sounded great, in theory. But what a drag it -

A sudden tickling sensation against his chest made the boy giggle aloud.

"Hey! Ahaha... Remy! Are you finally awake?"

Jette held open the side of his hoodie, revealing a tiny, white rabbit curled up in the inside breast pocket. Large, dark eyes stared up at him as a tiny yawn escaped the creature's mouth.

"We're almost there. You remember the drill, right? No moving until we're back in the dorms." Jette spoke to the rabbit in a soft, childish voice that oddly contrasted his appearance.

With his worries about returning to Stella seemingly pushed out of his mind, the boy's pace began to quicken. Heart fluttering with an odd sense of anticipation, a smile slowly crept across his face. A smile he did not even notice was there.

"I wonder if that dunce, Geneveaux got back before us... He better not have taken the bed by the window!"

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Character Portrait: Tessa Phers Character Portrait: Zero Hunt Character Portrait: Saphiron Geneveaux Character Portrait: Jette Raynehell
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ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS. THERE WILL BE AN ASSEMBLY IN THE MAIN HALL IN TWENTY MINUTES, AN ASSEMBLY IN THE HALL IN TWENTY MINUTES. ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY. THANK YOU.

Saphiron Geneveaux

Hmmm, well I’m already in the main hall. I definitely don’t want to be caught in the middle of everyone rushing to get choice spots. Maybe I should go see if Jette is back yet… And with that, Saph quickly exited the main hall and made his way back towards the Garuda dorms.

On his way towards the dorm Saph caught the glimpse of blonde hair and red hood, slightly crouched over himself, and knew that Jette was sneaking Remy in this very moment. I’ll probably just get in the way…I’ll play with Remy later!

The day outside was vibrant with sunlight, and awash with beauty. Saph was not one to spend time indoors on a day like this anyway. Instead he made his way towards the garden, and saw that Zero and a particularly comfortable looking girl with purple hair were sitting under a tree, not in a particular rush to be anywhere.

Saphiron knew that Zero was not one for a lot of conversation, and he looked particularly distraught right now holding an icepack to the side of his face. For some reason, he knew that this bruise had come from his sister Elysia. Why would one sibling hurt another…?

The girl sitting there was a mystery to Saph, mostly. He knew that she was in Phoenix house, but that was about it. They never conversed at all last year, but he’s seen her around the garden a few times.

“Hey guys! Wanna walk with me to the assembly? I think we’ve only got a few minutes left to be there!” He said this warmly and with a big smile, but with these two he didn’t know if that was going to have them come along with him, or mock him…

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The infiltration was a success. Jette had managed to make it to the Garuda dorms without being stopped by anyone. Not that anyone normally would think to stop him but...nevertheless, the boy would take what little adrenaline rush the rule-breaking gave him.

A quick glance at the simple dorm room showed that the bed by the window was unclaimed. Good ol' Geneveaux! At least that dunce knew enough to let him have it. A grin creeped its way across Jette's face. His roommate was okay...as far as roommates go anyway. Jette knew he could have done a lot worse. Like Zero. That pretentious loser was aptly named. Saphiron didn't talk much, so he wasn't really annoying. Although sometimes that made him more annoying. The kid wasn't very smart, that much was obvious to Jette. Still, there was something endearing about Saphiron's dopey charm that made him one of the few people Jette actually didn't want to get mauled by the Shari.

Reaching into his hoodie, he felt the warm fur of Remy and grabbed him, putting the rabbit gently on the bed.

"Excellent job, Remy! Nobody suspected a thing!"

He held his hand out to the tiny rabbit, who flicked at his fingertips with a single paw. Jette laughed to himself.

"Maybe later we can work on that trick again where you" -

ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS. THERE WILL BE AN ASSEMBLY IN THE MAIN HALL IN TWENTY MINUTES... ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY...

"Aaarrrrggghhhhh!" Jette growled and smacked his forehead. "Goddamn it!"

All this bullshit so the stupid professors could just say, 'Welcome back, kids! Now get to work! Oh, and don't forget to join a stupid extra-curricular activity! Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!'

Jette grit his teeth in irritation.

Still...it had been a while since he'd last spoken to anyone here. The boy had spent his entire vacation alone with Remy after all. This could be a good opportunity to, daresay, meet people and talk to them. 'Friends' seemed like too committed a word. For now, he'd settle with just talking to anyone who didn't suck.

'Hmph. Fat chance.'

With that, the boy gave a farewell pat to Remy before making his way to the assembly hall.

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Nearly twenty minutes later, Jette was regretting his overly optimistic decision to show up. The large influx of students had caused a sort of traffic jam, and now a huge crowd of blabbering, blithering idiots had him stuck in the hallway as people filed into the auditorium one by one.

'I should have just skipped this thing...'

Tapping his foot with irritation, his narrowed eyes caught sight of something rather peculiar... A girl was standing nearby. Like him, she was seemingly trapped in the maelstrom of students. Also like him, she was wearing a mildly disgusted look on her face. Or maybe that was the blood that was smeared across her once-porcelain cheeks.

'What the hell...?'

Jette stared at her, his mouth hanging slightly open in wonder. She seemed to be unaware of his gaze...and the fact that she did indeed have blood on her.

It was such a strange sight. Comical, even. Jette's lips curled into a smile as he stared at her, wondering about the story behInd the stain.

Was it fresh blood?

'Looks fresh enough I s'pose...'

Did she just come from a fight?

'She doesn't look so tough...'

Had she just murdered someone?

'A fellow student...? Oh! Oh! A teacher!?!?'

Jette wanted to get this girls's attention, and was suddenly startled when he actually realized it. He'd always had trouble talking to others. He never had any problem with expressing himself, and yet something always got lost in translation somewhere. Still, that was part of the reason why he'd agreed to come to this stupid school to begin with. He'd been here just over a year now and still spent most of his time pouting around. Time to change that. This lucky gal would be the first step to the new-and-improved Jette Raynehell. With a deep breath, he tried to speak, not actually thinking about what should come out...

"Hey..." It was barely a whisper.

"Uhm...you...hey, I..." Jette felt his face growing hot. The sensation irritated him.

"What are...I mean...I'm...argh! Dammit!" Giving up, his mouth was once again ahead of his mind as he called out...

"What the hell is with your face!?"

His voice was caustic but his eyes shone with instant guilt. And with that, the ice had been eloquently broken...

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Fallon Sky B.

The instant she got close to the area, Fallon wanted to turn away and go back to her precious garden and help fight against the evil white devil-duck that kept pulling the plants from the roots. The crowded place made her seem ever so small, and because she was often unseen unless she made a scene, Fallon was simply being pushed around; this made her scowl grow even deeper, creasing her forehead and making her seem older by years.
She didn’t even notice the curious stare from a person who was only a few feet away from her- hell, she didn’t even hear him come up to her and greet her.
“Uhm…you…hey, I…” Now this caught her attention. Fallon turned towards him and looked upwards. Her grey eyes examining him from head to toe to reveal an awfully tall boy- or at least to her- with blonde hair that was seemingly unkempt but seemed to suit him in a way; he was stuttering something and whatever it was, it made him slightly gain color in his face and she could tell he was slowly growing irritated. “What are…I mean… I’m…argh! Damnit!” The agitated exasperation in his voice made her take a small step back. “What the hell is with your face!?”

Fallon just looked at him for what seemed like seconds, her eyes blunt and her face emotionless before her hands rose to her face, now knowing that what he was talking about was the blood. She touched it gently, before slowly jerking her hand away from her cut.
“Oh,” She began, looking back up at him. “You see…” Suddenly, Fallon raised her hands as if she was in some dramatic scene. “I spent all break planting this huge rose bush,” Her hands swelled in the air to show its extent. “It was really important because I was out sick throughout break so I had to hide and sneak out at night to prevent that quack doctor from seeing me.” Her hands shot down under her chin as though she was planning something evil for the doctor. “Anyways, Mr. Duck- oh, this white duck that follows me around all the time- yeah, well he hates plants so he always tears them apart; I usually don’t mind because its Mr. Duck, but the rose bush was just too far!” She stomped a little, remembering her little adventure that made her all hot in the head.

“So he went inside the bush, and I went to go get.” Fallon smiled at the tall boy, standing up on her tip-toes to try and get eye level with him. “But the stupid Turducken went all crazy and attacked me with thorns!” This time, Fallon raised her hands over head to try and seem bigger, but instead, stumbled backwards and bumping into a person in front of her. “And now,” She said, counting on her fingers as if there were more. “I’m here.” She looked up at him and walked towards him. “What’s wrong with your face?” She asked in retort, not really meaning anything but decided to ask him to not ‘seem rude’, or as others said she was when she didn’t ask them the same question in return.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Fallon Sky Banthon Character Portrait: Seran Nyx Character Portrait: Tasnim Lane Character Portrait: Zero Hunt Character Portrait: Lonan Cain
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Lonan Cain


Lonan laughed at Elysia's comment. As they began to walk, he noticed Elysia fall behind to talk to some freshman.

"So, you ass hat, who did you terrorize this time to have to break into my bloody room?" He said to Seran, with a half smirk and a soft laugh.

Getting closer to the hall, Elysia manage to catch back up to the two.

"Well, nice of you to join us miss tour guide." He said, with a joking smile.

"At least they haven't started yet. Anyway how was the break for the both of you?"

"Nice enough..." He said. "Though a bit boring. I didn't get to see my father much, he was in Reynden for most of it on an important business trip. I mostly just hung out with my little brother and some old school friends. Oh, and my cats. I miss my cats. Mimi is total-" Realizing he was rambling on, he cut himself short. "Because everyone wants to know about your uber-manly love for cats." he thought. He looked over at the other two, curious about their breaks.




As they arrived at the now-packed assembly hall, they unsurprisingly struggled to find seats. The three had split up to look for a trio of unoccupied ones. Finding a perfect place for them to sit on the ground level, somewhat close to the stage, he waved over to Seran and Elysia to come over to where he was, though they weren't very far away. Just on cue, the assembly began. The lights dimmed slowly, and a tall figure walked on stage.

"Students. Please be seated immediately." He said, a microphone carrying his intimidating presence through the room. The man was no other than Vice-Chancellor Endrad, or as most students called him, behind his back of course, "Ender". He was a large man, with a slim, but intimidating figure, which was crowned by a serious, no-bullshit face, marked with a scar over the bridge of his nose, just extending just to touch his high cheekbones. His thick black hair was neck-length and always slicked back and his figure was always suited in a black designer suit. He was a stark contrast to the beautiful Chancellor, who's regal looks and scarlet hair had earned her the nickname "The Red Lion" though now it was more of a title then a moniker. She along with most of the other Academic staff, sat behind him, almost invisible in the dim light.

"On behalf of all the staff, we welcome you back to Stella Academy. We have but a few brief announcements before we let you finish unpacking your belongings and settling in. First off, we would like to address the rumours that have been circulating as of late. There has been a few, unconfirmed sightings of a class 3 Shari near the school grounds. Once again, it's presence is unconfirmed, but any further sightings should be reported to staff immediately and no student should engage the creature in combat under any circumstances.

Second, there will be a dance at the end of the week, to celebrate the first day of the festival of the dead. Then, on the final day of the festival, there will be a tournament held at the Holo-field. Participation in both events of optional, but encouraged. If you would like to volunteer for either event, please speak to Mr. Tevin as soon as possible.

Finally, keep in mind that while there is no class today, classes do start at 8:00 sharp tomorrow morning, so do not be late. That is all." He said, as the lights turned on and students began to file out of the building.

Lonan looked over to the other two as he got up. "Of course he had to end it with "Don't be late!". What a jerk." He yawned, stretching his arms into the air, "But a tournament, now that sounds fun."

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Jette Raynehell


"What's wrong with your face?"

Jette was unprepared for this sudden outburst. The girl's story had been a long and confusing one. Between her drawn out explanations and her over-the-top body gestures, his insides cringed with regret for ever having spoken to her. And then she'd retorted with that.

The boy felt his face growing hot as a hand instinctively reached for his cheek. How dare she!? Did she have any idea who he was?

"I...I...uhh..."

He should be disgusted...right? Get angry and yell in her face to shut the hell up...right? So when Jette heard his own laughter, he felt as if he didn't know himself any better than he knew this mystery girl.

"Heh... Hahaha!" There was something so...so comical about her! Almost endearingly so. Here she stood, alone, with blood on her face and some bullshit story about a duck cutting her with thorns...or whatever. In this moment, looking at her pathetic, bloody face, Jette decided that he liked something about this girl. It appeared as if today's social experiment was a success.

After his fit of laughter faded into a large grin, Jette was about to speak again when he was bumped to the side by another, larger student. Just then, more and more of them pushed by, seemingly filing into the auditorium faster now that the assembly was about to start. A sea of bodies separated him from the duck-girl and soon, he couldn't find her at all amidst the crowd.

And then the wave of all-too-familiar rage swept over him.

"Goddammit!"

Cursing aloud, Jette barreled through the crowd, forcing his way to the front and into the assembly hall. Green eyes scanned the dimly lit room to find a chair in the last row and he stomped over to it, dramatically flopping down with a thud. Seething with negativity, he waiting for this annoying little presentation to be over. Then he could get away from these disgusting people and back to Remy.

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The assembly was an even bigger bore than Jette had predicted.

Blah, blah, blah, Shari... Blah, blah, blah, dance... Blah, blah, blah, tournament... Gods! Would this ever end!? Jette passed the time by imagining what would happen if that fool Ender just suddenly burst into flames and exploded. The panic he envisioned made him chuckle aloud more than once.

Lost in his twisted little daydream, Jette only knew the assembly had concluded when he saw everyone stand up and begin to exit the auditorium.

'Finally!'

Slipping out one of the doors, the boy looked about the room. It seemed that everyone was picking up their pointless conversations where they had left off before the assembly. With a scoff, Jette began the trek back to his dorm. As he passed a group of students who looked especially familiar, he stared curiously. His eyes narrowed in irritation when he saw it was merely that annoying overachiever, Lon-Lon and a few of his friends. That dope Geneveaux was with them too. Turning his head, he continued walking past them.