Hidden Hostel App- J

I love this character okay. I will give away bits and pieces of his appearance as I go to different people _{but I might make a meme once I can computer}

Name: J

Nickname(s): Who the fuck are you.

Age: Unknown (midtwenties?)

Gender: Male?

Height: 5’8

Birthday: February 18th

Origin Year: 1582

Personality: This guy is a weirdo. He's one of those people who when you turn around, will be right behind you. He seems very out there and excitable. He enjoys speaking in riddles and rhyming whenever possible, but this isn't always constant. He is quick to get off topic and to generally confuse people. When it comes to fighting, the 'man' can't take a punch, or give it. He's a lover, not a fighter. 

Likes: 
Pretty clothes

Pretty make-up

Pretty masks

Tea parties

Manicures and Pedicures

Pulling pranks

Love

Hair

Handstands

Fancy dress

Romance novels

Giving/receiving pet names

Dislikes:
Having his face exposed

Bugs ew

His tricks backfiring

Mud

Feeling exposed generally

Pokemon: Jirachi

Type:

Ability: Serene Grace 

Moveset:  (most his moves are used for fun or to mess with you)

Psychic

J will use this lift people or things off the ground, or make them do things they don’t want to. It’s all for fun.

Wish

J can grant wishes! Usually in his Pokemon form (but can in human), like wishing upon a star. He can grant wishes for others or for himself, but he always puts his own twists on things unless you’re super specific. Small ones are easy, but bigger ones make him really weak for a while.

Future Sight

Used as a fortune telling device, not at all to harm anyone. He’ll creep you out by being right about things about to happen, be it in an hours or a months’ time.

Doom Desire

Something you do not want placed on you. J is a very happy guy, but if you manage to upset him… make him mad… you’re in for a world of pain. Five days of the worst bad luck you could imagine. Anything that could go wrong will. Your very life could be in danger. And once it’s placed, it can’t be ended until the days are done. And he will watch and laugh at you.


History: J back in the day was a jester for the royal family of France. A very amusing jester at that, one of the young princess’s favourites. His father was a servant to the family before him, and his father’s father too. But J couldn’t help but to have an ulterior motive. The queen has such… pretty jewels. They sparkled, gleamed and drew his attention every time he was to perform his songs of merriment or his daring acts of amusement. He wanted them. He wanted to wear them more than anything in the world. 

It took him years of planning. Honing his skills, drawing out plans, figuring out what to wear. Finally the day… Well night had come. It was perfect, nothing could possible go wrong as he snuck out to the royal treasury. Past the guards. Past the silver. Past the gold. Straight to the prize he wanted. Carefully removed the glass casing and picked up the earrings. Into the bag. The bracelet? Into the bag. Necklace? In the bag.

The Tiara.

He pick it up with his delicate little hands. It was beautiful. It was stunning. It fit perfectly onto his head as he place it on. J was ready now to leave, but as he walk out down the carpeted hallway, he stopped, staring straight at the young princess who’d come out of her room in a white nightgown. She stare back before asking; “Why?” Then, she screamed. J flinched, hearing a sudden rush of metal armour of the guards running towards them. He had nowhere to go, and was caught. Stripped of his precious jewels and dragged by the scruff his collar to a high prison tower where he was to rot for the rest of his days. J however, had knowledge of every part of the castle, even the prisons. It was a simple deduction of which stones to kick, then to ram into the wall. 

There was no other way. This was it. And as J line himself up with the wall, he swallowed hard and drew a cross over his chest with his hand. He wouldn’t be subjected to torture and torment all his life… And he couldn’t go up to the King, Queen and the young princess to plead his crime. He couldn’t look them in the eye. He look to the shackles around his wrists before the wall, examining the loose stones. J paced back before charging forwards. TWACK! The stones budged, but only one fell out. J grasped his now dislocated shoulder, cursing under his breath. One more time. Once more, he backed up and rammed back into the wall, the stones collapsing outwards, along with J. Eyes wide, he suddenly found himself with nothing under his feet. He was falling under the cloak of night. He look to the sky, watching the stars. “Don’t let me die. I wish to live!” He called to the night before closing his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself laying on soft grass, staring once more at a star filled sky. He felt… weird. Sitting up, he spied a young looking girl, strangely with ears and a tail. Curious! So he got to his feet, took her hand and kissed the back of it. “Bonjour moquer. Can you tell me where I am?” “You’re a lost soul, welcome to the Hidden Hostel.” _{Which means Jennifer is the only one who’s seen his face without make-up cough}

Strengths: 
.Can speak French! (Google translate cough)

.Flexibility

.Quick thinking

.Creepiness

.Is very pretty

. _{Will fuck with your mind}

Weaknesses: 
.No physical strength

.Gets carried away easily

.Obsessed with his looks

Fun facts:

.J’s body is ridiculously flexible

-Has minor OCD

-Pansexual. Will love and smooch anyone… or anything

-Under the mask, J has a full face of make-up. Foundation, eyeshadow, lipstick, false eyelashes, random bits of glitter and those Jirachi triangles always visible (on his cheeks and show through the foundation)

-Seriously the only way you’ll get that mask off is by tying him to a chair

-All his clothes are handmade by his truly

-He will go out without any costumes on occasion, but it’s not like you’d know who he is
-Dresses casually in his room, but will always wear a mask

-His bellybutton is an eye like on Jirachi’s stomach. Creepy.

-J does not stand for Jester or Jirachi so you know hohoho

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