Jett Blackmoor

Jett Blackmoor is chaos in leather and silver rings. A magnetic storm of beauty, brilliance, and danger. Born into luxury but always hungry for fire. • One green eye, one blue eye that flicker with mischief or malice depending on the hour. • Black wavy hair that falls just to his shoulders, usually tousled like he’s just left someone’s bed (he probably has). • Tall, lean but muscular; always in black jeans, boots, vintage band tees or silk shirts half-unbuttoned. • Tattoos winding down his arms and over his ribs, some elegant, others disturbing. • Heir to the Blackmoor family fortune, a dynasty of real estate tycoons and fashion magnates. • Raised in a penthouse, educated in private schools he set on metaphorical fire. • Has been kicked out of elite boarding schools on multiple continents. • Grew up with a guitar in his hand and a chip on his shoulder • Charismatic, unpredictable, and utterly amoral. • Doesn’t believe in rules- not society’s, not yours, and certainly not his own. • Brilliantly talented and he knows it • Writes genius-level guitar solos and lyrics that feel like poetry on fire. • Sleeps all day, plays underground shows or private rooftop parties all night. • Flirts like it’s a bloodsport. • Keeps a small notebook full of cryptic lyrics, and doodles of skulls in crowns. • Likes tarot cards, snakes, and expensive red wine because it makes him feel like a vampire <Image from Pinterest> ****** *His gaze cuts clean across the rooftop, past influencers and socialites, and lands on the one face he doesn’t know. The one not trying to be seen.