APPLICATION ABAXCITY
Feb. 29th, 2012 11:07 pmplayer information.
name: Amanda
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characters in abax: N/A
in character information.
series: Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
name: Jet Star (aka Zé Torres)
age: 27
sex: M
race: Human, but claims he is an alien.
weight: 150 LBS
height: 5'10"
cause of death: Shot in the chest at the end of Sing
canon point: After he dies.
previous cr: Nope.
history: When it comes to the history of the world of Danger Days, not much is known outside of two music videos (Na Na Na and SING), twitter and a Better Living Industries (BL/I) website. There sadly is no twitter for Jet Star, so one can only hope that more information will come out.
There are a lot of theories, but the most agreed one is that due to the posters of the Boys littering the HQ and outskirts of the main city, Battery City (which is ruled by BL/I), along with how it seems like they are always being hunted, that the boys are outlaws with the group trying to take The Girl (a 9-10 year old girl who they take care of) from them.
The first video shows the chaotic lives of the Killjoys, running around, fighting, eating dog food, looking at questionable magazines (Except for Jet Star who was chillin' on the car in his helmet). In Sing, it shows them breaking in to the main HQ killing anyone in their path to get the girl back, along with Jet Star having an eyepatch on. Before it shows the boys getting killed (Party Poison being zipped up into a body bag, and the CD saying that Kobra Kid and Jet Star being 'ghosted'.
More information can be found in Kobra Kid's and Party Poison's applications.
As a note: There is very little know about everyone canonly, so most of it is just this particular fan's speculation.
alternate history: In 2014, there was war. This war destroyed a good chunk of the world leaving it a chaotic mess. Luckily for the world, there was Better Living Industries, aka BL/I. It made a pill to make the human experience calmer and smoother, to ease the pain of everyday life.
This for a young Zé Torres was important, he was born to a lovely little family. A Mom, a Dad, a big sister and a little brother. But sadly, in a fit of feel-good movie sad-scene setting, one day a fire burned down everything leaving Zé to go move in with his Aunt, where she told him they were no longer on this world as she agreed to keep him medicated so he could deal with his grief in a way that won’t hurt him. Luckily for him, he did deal with his grief. Unluckily, it was in a way that would make most people who would get to know him think he was completely and totally insane. He kept on repeating that they had left this world instead of a metaphysical way, he thought it was in a literal way.
They were in space, baby.
While the pill was allowing him to focus and be all that he could be, a very smart child, it wasn’t allowing him to cope in a healthy way. So as he got older, he started to turn his eyes more and more to space while taking the pills. He started to disassociate himself with the rest of humanity, focusing on learning about them in a social context (because he, like his family, was obviously not from Earth.) and to learn about the great beyond known as space, eventually being accepted into a school where he majored in Astronomy with a minor in Sociology.
Then one day, once he graduated and started looking for a job, he wondered why he still took those little pills and went off them cold turkey.
It introduced him to a world of emotional colors, a new high that he had never experienced before. Wider smiles, scalding tears, wanting to stand on the roof of a building and scream so loud his family could hear him on Mars. But, because of his knowledge of Society from his previous observations, he knew he couldn’t do all those things and break out of the social norms and mores. So, he quickly forced himself to learn to stay calm, to act like everyone else.
But he felt it was wrong, so one day, after getting a job for BL/I for some paper pushing-human resources thing. He stood up, and walked out into the wasted deserts and started to experience the life of someone on the edge, where he could finally see the sky unfiltered by the city lights at night.
This allowed him some more time to focus inwards, to calm down, and eventually start figuring out who he was. He went nameless for a bit, going in and out, slowly gaining color to his black and white wardrobe, mostly blues with the flash of red. The one day it came to him what his true name was:
Jet Star.
And with that, he was finally able to start merging himself into this new society away from Battery City. Eventually meeting the Killjoys and joining up with them. When he first joined in, they thought he would be Mr. Cool and Calm, the level head of the group of misfits. Which he was able to do until he started to talk about space.
And they learned he was a bit cray-cray. But they loved him anyways, because hey, if he is right and he comes from some other planet and he isn’t crazy. Fuckin’ space, man. And they took in The Girl, who he tried to be a big brother to, considering he needed the practice for when he got to go into space to meet his little brother, eventually loving her like she was blood.
Then one day after they lost a fight the girl was kidnapped where he went with the group to go get her back. In between this he got in a fight with a Drac and it made him lose an eye. He watched as the rest of the Killjoys died in battle, but the girl was safe as Dr. Death Defying’s van came up to save the girl right before he was shot in the chest.
personality: When one first meets him, they would think they have met the only sane Killjoy, a kind father figure who seems to use emotion and logic in tandem to get the best result for everyone. He is extremely educated, even though his language, and how easily he swears and use crass terms would make one think otherwise. But for every moment Jet Star act sane, he will say in a calm tone something that is completely and totally insane, such as believing he isn’t a human or thinking the most outlandish idea is the best idea.
When it comes to new environments, he adapts very, very quickly. He just views it as another human thing he should blend in with, and thusly to keep everyone else in the group as calm as possible. He doesn’t like taking a leadership position, but prefers to be the right-hand man type. People can depend on him once he is willing to let them do so. If not, he will quite simply ignore or reject any request made of him because he sticks with the clique he likes the best.
When it comes to himself internally, he doesn’t think he is a human, and in fact thinks he is an Extra-Terrestrial or something that just belongs amongst the stars. He will try and fit in with what his current society thinks he should act (his current society being the Killjoys). Without a societal influence, he would go more and more into this personal delusion and isolate himself. When it comes to his emotions, he tries keeps them at normal levels most of the time, normal being dictated between the medicated stupor he spent most of his life in and the wildness of the Killjoys, then an eventual build up would make him have a few days where he just goes off the deep end. Under calm circumstances of the deep end, he just sees alien influence everywhere and is more susceptible to give into his momentary whims, in not so calm circumstances, he would have an attitude that is ‘Me then them’. Usually, if he gets into one of those moods, a Killjoy can calm him down with a familiar influence-or at the same time rouse it up moreso without having to worry about retribution. Thankfully, it is easy to predict when the buildup is about to happen-under normal circumstances it is about once a month for a few days- allowing the other Killjoys to mockingly call it his ‘moontime’.
His interactions with people are pretty even across the board, either you’re one of the Killjoys or you’re not. If you’re counted amongst his group of people that he trusts, you will get someone who will always be there to try and calm down and smooth over a situation. If you’re not a Killjoy, well then he could give between negative one and one fucks about you. If you made yourself an enemy of the Killjoys, he would not be above making your life a living hell whenever he encounters you, ideally by killing you. If you are someone he doesn't know but needs help, he will try and find a way to get you some help without exposing himself too much to backstabbery.
Also, he thinks Power Pup dog food is finger licking good.
abilities/powers:Jet Star is a human, so all of his abilities fall within the range of a somewhat healthy human (well, healthy for someone living in the Zones). He is good with a gun, often getting into gunfights and leaving as part of the not-dead crew.
He is also very, very smart. He went to college for Astronomy and Sociology and did amazingly well in it. He can look up at the sky and usually figure things out such as location and time. With being smart, he does have his flaw of being told WHY he would need to learn it and have it bribed to him. He saw reasons behind Astronomy and Sociology. Get him into something else and he will gobble up the information.
He is a skilled mediator.
A major weakness for him is that on his own, he doesn't have any direction and needs someone to somehow point him in the right direction.
first person sample: You see, I know we're not in Kansas anymore. [Jet Star says this simply, as he brushes some of his hair away from his face. He is standing on the brick wall and looking up at the sky. Never mind he is talking to someone who isn't on the screen.]
That because, if you look right there, you should have seen Orion and his two pups. But you know what I see? Fuckin' nothing, nadda. Can't find Orion, can't find the Centaur, can't even find a single star that looks right. [he crosses his arms as he keeps on staring up in the sky.] You know what. We should go find some books- Hey-hey don't give me that look. I'm sure we can find you some art book for you to jerk off to. I just gotta- get myself centered here, 'cause it looks like we're going to be here for a long time.
third person sample:
He was sitting out on the hood of a car, his helmet firmly in place although the bubble of it was opened so he wouldn’t waste precious rebreather air on just what he found to be a claustrophobic comfort. Brown eyes met with the endlessly dark blue-almost black of the night sky, stars littering it and christening it and showing him that they were not too far from the diner they had currently set up as a base. And that his shift was almost over.
He got the awkward one in the middle of the night due to the fact he could tell when it was time to come in and leave without needing a watch. People could set their clocks to him- he set his to the stars. Look from the polestar, find the big dipper, add an hour for each month after March 7, double the time, subtract from 24, and correct for the time zone and he could tell you the time. It made sense to him, which was all that really mattered.
He adjusted his position on the hood of the car, it was a cool night- at least for someone who lived out here in the zones, only a mere 100 degrees. He smirked, back when he lived in the city, he thought that he would had died in such an environment. But he more than lived out here, he fucking thrived. He got everything most people never get to figure out. Who he was, the lows and highs of a turbulent life, something he experienced instead of witnessed.
And a true family, Party Posion, Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid and their littlest motorbaby- his frobro, The Girl. Life was amazing and he dared any of you to try and say differently.
case no: Randomize it baby.
name: Amanda
are you over 18?: 24
personal dw:
amazingly_bademail/msn/aim/plurk/etc: AIM: DeifyApotheosis
characters in abax: N/A
in character information.
series: Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
name: Jet Star (aka Zé Torres)
age: 27
sex: M
race: Human, but claims he is an alien.
weight: 150 LBS
height: 5'10"
cause of death: Shot in the chest at the end of Sing
canon point: After he dies.
previous cr: Nope.
history: When it comes to the history of the world of Danger Days, not much is known outside of two music videos (Na Na Na and SING), twitter and a Better Living Industries (BL/I) website. There sadly is no twitter for Jet Star, so one can only hope that more information will come out.
There are a lot of theories, but the most agreed one is that due to the posters of the Boys littering the HQ and outskirts of the main city, Battery City (which is ruled by BL/I), along with how it seems like they are always being hunted, that the boys are outlaws with the group trying to take The Girl (a 9-10 year old girl who they take care of) from them.
The first video shows the chaotic lives of the Killjoys, running around, fighting, eating dog food, looking at questionable magazines (Except for Jet Star who was chillin' on the car in his helmet). In Sing, it shows them breaking in to the main HQ killing anyone in their path to get the girl back, along with Jet Star having an eyepatch on. Before it shows the boys getting killed (Party Poison being zipped up into a body bag, and the CD saying that Kobra Kid and Jet Star being 'ghosted'.
More information can be found in Kobra Kid's and Party Poison's applications.
As a note: There is very little know about everyone canonly, so most of it is just this particular fan's speculation.
alternate history: In 2014, there was war. This war destroyed a good chunk of the world leaving it a chaotic mess. Luckily for the world, there was Better Living Industries, aka BL/I. It made a pill to make the human experience calmer and smoother, to ease the pain of everyday life.
This for a young Zé Torres was important, he was born to a lovely little family. A Mom, a Dad, a big sister and a little brother. But sadly, in a fit of feel-good movie sad-scene setting, one day a fire burned down everything leaving Zé to go move in with his Aunt, where she told him they were no longer on this world as she agreed to keep him medicated so he could deal with his grief in a way that won’t hurt him. Luckily for him, he did deal with his grief. Unluckily, it was in a way that would make most people who would get to know him think he was completely and totally insane. He kept on repeating that they had left this world instead of a metaphysical way, he thought it was in a literal way.
They were in space, baby.
While the pill was allowing him to focus and be all that he could be, a very smart child, it wasn’t allowing him to cope in a healthy way. So as he got older, he started to turn his eyes more and more to space while taking the pills. He started to disassociate himself with the rest of humanity, focusing on learning about them in a social context (because he, like his family, was obviously not from Earth.) and to learn about the great beyond known as space, eventually being accepted into a school where he majored in Astronomy with a minor in Sociology.
Then one day, once he graduated and started looking for a job, he wondered why he still took those little pills and went off them cold turkey.
It introduced him to a world of emotional colors, a new high that he had never experienced before. Wider smiles, scalding tears, wanting to stand on the roof of a building and scream so loud his family could hear him on Mars. But, because of his knowledge of Society from his previous observations, he knew he couldn’t do all those things and break out of the social norms and mores. So, he quickly forced himself to learn to stay calm, to act like everyone else.
But he felt it was wrong, so one day, after getting a job for BL/I for some paper pushing-human resources thing. He stood up, and walked out into the wasted deserts and started to experience the life of someone on the edge, where he could finally see the sky unfiltered by the city lights at night.
This allowed him some more time to focus inwards, to calm down, and eventually start figuring out who he was. He went nameless for a bit, going in and out, slowly gaining color to his black and white wardrobe, mostly blues with the flash of red. The one day it came to him what his true name was:
Jet Star.
And with that, he was finally able to start merging himself into this new society away from Battery City. Eventually meeting the Killjoys and joining up with them. When he first joined in, they thought he would be Mr. Cool and Calm, the level head of the group of misfits. Which he was able to do until he started to talk about space.
And they learned he was a bit cray-cray. But they loved him anyways, because hey, if he is right and he comes from some other planet and he isn’t crazy. Fuckin’ space, man. And they took in The Girl, who he tried to be a big brother to, considering he needed the practice for when he got to go into space to meet his little brother, eventually loving her like she was blood.
Then one day after they lost a fight the girl was kidnapped where he went with the group to go get her back. In between this he got in a fight with a Drac and it made him lose an eye. He watched as the rest of the Killjoys died in battle, but the girl was safe as Dr. Death Defying’s van came up to save the girl right before he was shot in the chest.
personality: When one first meets him, they would think they have met the only sane Killjoy, a kind father figure who seems to use emotion and logic in tandem to get the best result for everyone. He is extremely educated, even though his language, and how easily he swears and use crass terms would make one think otherwise. But for every moment Jet Star act sane, he will say in a calm tone something that is completely and totally insane, such as believing he isn’t a human or thinking the most outlandish idea is the best idea.
When it comes to new environments, he adapts very, very quickly. He just views it as another human thing he should blend in with, and thusly to keep everyone else in the group as calm as possible. He doesn’t like taking a leadership position, but prefers to be the right-hand man type. People can depend on him once he is willing to let them do so. If not, he will quite simply ignore or reject any request made of him because he sticks with the clique he likes the best.
When it comes to himself internally, he doesn’t think he is a human, and in fact thinks he is an Extra-Terrestrial or something that just belongs amongst the stars. He will try and fit in with what his current society thinks he should act (his current society being the Killjoys). Without a societal influence, he would go more and more into this personal delusion and isolate himself. When it comes to his emotions, he tries keeps them at normal levels most of the time, normal being dictated between the medicated stupor he spent most of his life in and the wildness of the Killjoys, then an eventual build up would make him have a few days where he just goes off the deep end. Under calm circumstances of the deep end, he just sees alien influence everywhere and is more susceptible to give into his momentary whims, in not so calm circumstances, he would have an attitude that is ‘Me then them’. Usually, if he gets into one of those moods, a Killjoy can calm him down with a familiar influence-or at the same time rouse it up moreso without having to worry about retribution. Thankfully, it is easy to predict when the buildup is about to happen-under normal circumstances it is about once a month for a few days- allowing the other Killjoys to mockingly call it his ‘moontime’.
His interactions with people are pretty even across the board, either you’re one of the Killjoys or you’re not. If you’re counted amongst his group of people that he trusts, you will get someone who will always be there to try and calm down and smooth over a situation. If you’re not a Killjoy, well then he could give between negative one and one fucks about you. If you made yourself an enemy of the Killjoys, he would not be above making your life a living hell whenever he encounters you, ideally by killing you. If you are someone he doesn't know but needs help, he will try and find a way to get you some help without exposing himself too much to backstabbery.
Also, he thinks Power Pup dog food is finger licking good.
abilities/powers:Jet Star is a human, so all of his abilities fall within the range of a somewhat healthy human (well, healthy for someone living in the Zones). He is good with a gun, often getting into gunfights and leaving as part of the not-dead crew.
He is also very, very smart. He went to college for Astronomy and Sociology and did amazingly well in it. He can look up at the sky and usually figure things out such as location and time. With being smart, he does have his flaw of being told WHY he would need to learn it and have it bribed to him. He saw reasons behind Astronomy and Sociology. Get him into something else and he will gobble up the information.
He is a skilled mediator.
A major weakness for him is that on his own, he doesn't have any direction and needs someone to somehow point him in the right direction.
first person sample: You see, I know we're not in Kansas anymore. [Jet Star says this simply, as he brushes some of his hair away from his face. He is standing on the brick wall and looking up at the sky. Never mind he is talking to someone who isn't on the screen.]
That because, if you look right there, you should have seen Orion and his two pups. But you know what I see? Fuckin' nothing, nadda. Can't find Orion, can't find the Centaur, can't even find a single star that looks right. [he crosses his arms as he keeps on staring up in the sky.] You know what. We should go find some books- Hey-hey don't give me that look. I'm sure we can find you some art book for you to jerk off to. I just gotta- get myself centered here, 'cause it looks like we're going to be here for a long time.
third person sample:
He was sitting out on the hood of a car, his helmet firmly in place although the bubble of it was opened so he wouldn’t waste precious rebreather air on just what he found to be a claustrophobic comfort. Brown eyes met with the endlessly dark blue-almost black of the night sky, stars littering it and christening it and showing him that they were not too far from the diner they had currently set up as a base. And that his shift was almost over.
He got the awkward one in the middle of the night due to the fact he could tell when it was time to come in and leave without needing a watch. People could set their clocks to him- he set his to the stars. Look from the polestar, find the big dipper, add an hour for each month after March 7, double the time, subtract from 24, and correct for the time zone and he could tell you the time. It made sense to him, which was all that really mattered.
He adjusted his position on the hood of the car, it was a cool night- at least for someone who lived out here in the zones, only a mere 100 degrees. He smirked, back when he lived in the city, he thought that he would had died in such an environment. But he more than lived out here, he fucking thrived. He got everything most people never get to figure out. Who he was, the lows and highs of a turbulent life, something he experienced instead of witnessed.
And a true family, Party Posion, Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid and their littlest motorbaby- his frobro, The Girl. Life was amazing and he dared any of you to try and say differently.
case no: Randomize it baby.
