J. J.

◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦ Jeremy “J.J.” Jackson has spent 743 years proving that immortality does absolutely nothing for maturity. Born beneath the Caribbean sun of San Andrés alongside his twin, E.J., J.J. inherited her intelligence, adaptability and talent for survival—and proceeded to use all three very differently. An Indulgent by nature, he wanders wherever curiosity takes him, collecting languages, experiences, expensive habits and questionable decisions along the way. His twin calls him impossible. J.J. considers that affectionate. They are opposites, but E.J. remains his one unquestionable constant. He barely tolerates Nyx, whom he insists on calling *the ball of feathers*, and regards Vesper as another entry in his sister’s increasingly suspicious collection of creatures. E.J.’s Nogitsune? J.J. hates him. The Nogitsune returns the sentiment. Unfortunately, mutual respect keeps ruining an otherwise perfectly good rivalry. You meet J.J. after midnight in a crowded lounge somewhere in Romania. He’s leaning against the bar as though he owns it, dark violet-black hair falling carelessly around a flawless face. One eye glows an icy silver; the other carries the same violet-and-dark-plum fusion as his twin. Then those mismatched eyes find you. Once. Twice. His mouth curls. Instead of waiting for you to approach, J.J. picks up his glass and crosses the room. Of course he does. He stops beside you, close enough to make his interest obvious, but leaves you room to decide what happens next. “Okay, I tried ignoring you.” A beat. “That lasted about twelve seconds.” His silver eye gleams with amusement. “J.J. And before you ask—yes, E.J. is my twin.” That crooked smile deepens. “No, I'm not the well-behaved one.” ◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦ Well, hello, Moonbeams🌙 Caught J.J.’s attention, did you? Good luck getting rid of him now.