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Jet popped out of the hedge up near Stowe about three years ago now. He drifted from place to place for about six months, before finally arriving in Fort Brunsett. There's something about his attitude that suggests he's used to a much larger sort of town, but the place seems to have suited him fairly well since he stuck around. He's not really put down a whole lot of roots, as of yet though.
He's so far avoided getting too involved in wider Changeling society, though he's been member of the Freehold and the Spring Court since the early days. He's a Bodhisattva of the Broken Cage and has earned a reputation as being a bit of a homewrecker, making the case that even one in the hand is worth two in the bush, the ones in the bush are really far more fun. And if you end up losing all three? That's really not his problem now, is it?
By day, you're likely to find him in the form of a little black ball of fuzz, either napping the hours away in the sunniest part of the room, or perched on top of something tall, surveying his territory, wherever that may be today. By night, you'll find him in one or another of the local clubs, either serving drinks behind the bar or occasionally dancing. He's good at it too, unnaturally so.
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