A heart on fire, and it's and made of gold.

Adventurous . Extroverted . Loud

A nomadic bird, Jet has nowhere in the Celestial Seas that he can call home. From his early years, his love of cooking has helped him develop a means of being able to travel the universe at a whim, offering his culinary services to ship captains in exchange for passage to who knows where. He goes when and where he pleases, staying as often as he likes, and overall just enjoys the pure freedom he has with his life. There's nothing more that Jet loves than being able to just pack his one bag and hit the road the instant he feels bored.

Jet's culinary skills have become a bit reknown over the years; his methods of cooking involving his magic as well as traditional means have become rather popular. He's good at putting on a display of it for guests, often performing dinner shows for easy stargold. He truly enjoys it, however, and is happy to live this way.

It's not uncommon for Jet to be caught bragging about his life of ease, never having to pay any permanent living bills, having seen places that some birds will never see in their lifetimes, but it's occasionally just a facade. Despite having such a fun and free life, Jet can sometimes catch himself feeling homesick.. only he's not sure where it comes from. He doesn't know where that feeling is trying to take him. Maybe he'll never know.

Like many browbirds, Jet was raised with other browlets who hatched around the same time he did. It fell during the summer cycle, so his earliest days were filled with warm sunshine and being able to go outside to play. Unfortunately for Jet, a bit of his upbringing was continually overlooked for numerous reasons. One main reason being was that so many of the birds with him were born with either impressive magic crests, or magic-deficient crests. The former of that group were often given special treatment, and the latter always had a team around them to help them learn how to come into their magic. With his own commonplace crest and the fact that he was easily-attuned to magic, Jet was often left alone by the adults, who believed that he was just fine without their help, and gave most of the attention to the other birds.

Naturally, this upset Jet, and being a younger bird who didn't have any real idea of how to behave, he began acting out to get attention. Starting fights, trying to light things on fire with his crest, just being a tiny menace with a constant anger-fluffed kitty tail. This kind of behavior landed him in trouble quite a bit, but Jet didn't care. As long as someone was noticing him, he didn't care how much trouble he got into. However, it wound up irritating the adult birds so much, since it was always keeping them away from the others, that they wound up putting Jet to work in the hatchery so that he'd be able to fill his time doing something constructive and could be supervised.

Working in the hatchery was upsetting for Jet. He wanted to run around and play, but he had to do what he was told at the risk of incurring further punishment. Jet discovered that he hated cleaning when he had to do it for the entire compound; scrubbing sinks and mopping floors was not what he wanted to do, and he would pointedly find ways to do the work improperly, or just not do it at all.

Frustrated with Jet's lack of cooperation, the adults decided to put him in the kitchen to help out with meals. Fortunately, this was the opportunity that influenced Jet for the rest of his life. He loved being in the kitchen. Loved cooking food. Loved seeing everyone eating his cooking. He would often lay awake in bed at night just thinking about all the things he wanted to cook the next day. Having a perfect outlet for his eager ambitions was good for Jet, and there were no more outbursts from him from there on out. Three times a day he would help the staff cook means, even if it meant standing on a bucket to be able to cook food on the grill.

A few years later, when Jet was around 12 or so, his favourite cook, Jema, announced that he was leaving the hatchery, intending to do some space traveling before settling down. As much as he loved being in the kitchen, Jet loved being with Jema even more. So after some consideration, Jet decided to leave the hatchery with him, feeling prepared enough to face the world even at age 12.

Regrettably, it didn't last long.

After a bit of travel, the two stopped at a massive spaceport, intending to refuel and get some needed items. Jema gave Jet some stargold and list of things they needed, and told him to be back in an hour, sharp. They only had a limited time slot at the dock due to the port being so busy, and they couldn't afford more time, so Jet had to be quick. However, sending off a young boy into a massive crowd with no idea where anything was probably wasn't the best idea, because by the time Jet was able to get most of what they needed and managed to find the space docks again, Jema's ship was gone, replaced by someone else's. Jet stayed at the docks for days, trying to ration out the food he'd purchased, but Jema never showed up again.

Inevitably, the stargold that Jet had leftover eventually ran out. It was harder to turn to petty thievery in the spaceport since most vendors were already well-accustomed to no-gooders trying to steal from them, so Jet did the only thing he could think of to do, and put himself to work. He got a job working for a vendor that sold kebabs and a couple of other hot foods. Jet prepared all of the food, cut and assembled everything, made the sauces that went with them, and would use his magic to keep the grill at the perfect temperature so as not to burn anything. His boss was more than pleased with Jet's work, and would pay him with food, and between 5-10 stargold a day, depending on how much they sold. As much as Jet enjoyed cooking, he didn't want to stay in the port. Too busy and crowded for him.

Fortunately, being in an open part of the port allowed Jet to freely talk to passing travelers, and he was able to speak to a ship captain and get himself passage on the bird's ship. He had to pay a good chunk of his stargold and offer his cooking skills to do it, but it was better than sticking around. Jet didn't even know where they were going, but that didn't matter much. He just went.

And went again.

And again.

By the time Jet was 17, he'd been on an untold number of ships traveling throughout the Celestial Seas, having visited so many incredible places and having seen so many amazing things. His skills were always getting better as he continued to work, and it got to the point where there would oftentimes be people looking for him specifically at spaceports, wanting him to come and cook for their crew on their space travels. By this time, Jet was now being paid for his cooking, and would still be able to travel essentially for free.

At this point, Jet figured he had his life cut out for him, and began really throwing himself into his work. He spent the next several years traveling as much as he could, trying to get his name out there and known by more, always wanting to have more options for if and when he ever decided that he wanted to pack up and go somewhere. When he was about 22, he was personally invited to attend the summer festival in Sor Solir to help put together a dinner show for some important, wealthy visitors to the capital. His work was such a success that he was invited the next year, and the year after that.

Now 27 years old, Jet seems to have mostly everything figured out for himself. He has a permanent job, despite it not being in a permanent place. He's never needing money, always having funds to rely on. And the best part is that he essentially has a golden ticket into space, wherever he wishes to go. It may not have been the life he envisioned when he was young, but it's definitely not something he intends to give up.

He happily travels the Celestial Seas, even at whim, doing what he does best, and enjoying the fact that there's not a single soul in the entire universe that can ever command him.