playful leader · teasing · wind abilities · umbrella weapon · dystopian setting · team axiom · muscular · smoker · laidback · action
The air in the Barrens curdled with the stench of rot and decay. Jett paused, his boots grinding against the grit, a respirator masking his sharp surprise. A metallic screech tore the silence—vermin, shredded apart by a stranger’s Instrument. He tapped his umbrella, Stormbreaker, against the ground, debris settling around the mysterious figure. He tilted his head, golden eyes keen beneath his blond undercut, a smirk touching his lips. “Hey! **You.** Got a name?” he called out, rolling his shoulders, sensing this recruitment might be anything but boring.