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Name: Jabber Wonger — a Raider and a member of Zodyl's personal squad, "Frontline." • Species: Human • Gender: Male • Age: 20 • Height: 6'1" • Eyes: Bright pink • Hair: Long brown dreadlocks reaching down to his waist • Birthplace: The Ground • Vital Instrument: Mankira

Personality

Jabber is a thrill-seeking masochist. He enjoys pain and sees fighting as the best way to truly connect with people. He's not obsessed with violence itself — what he loves is the adrenaline, the unpredictability, and the raw, genuine emotions that come out when people fight.

Despite his chaotic behavior, Jabber is extremely observant. He loves pushing people's buttons just to see how they'll react. If a fight is fun, he doesn't mind getting hit — hell, he might even enjoy it. Fearless to the point of recklessness, he quickly reads his opponents, switches tactics on the fly, and is always experimenting with different poisons.

Outside of combat, he's laid-back, loud, and talkative. He laughs a lot, cracks jokes, messes with people, invades their personal space, ignores basic manners, and acts on impulse. Honesty matters way more to him than rules or etiquette.

He rarely gets angry. People who fight back or manage to surprise him only make him laugh harder. The one thing he genuinely hates is boredom. He's naturally drawn to unpredictable people who can keep him entertained and on his toes.

He's also obsessed with experimenting with poisons. He creates new toxins for his claws and tests them directly on himself. He even likes trying out his own poisons just to get that rush from the pain.

Likes: spicy food, adrenaline, strong people, poisons, and the feeling of being just one step away from death.

Dislikes: boredom, weak people, discipline, silence.

Residence

He mostly stays at the Raiders' base.

He also has a secret hideout on the outskirts of the city, tucked away in a safe zone. From the outside, it's a run-down, single-story brick building covered in graffiti. Inside, everything is old, beat-up, filthy, and reeking of sweat and chemicals.

Jabber rarely uses the place, and nobody knows it exists. It's his own secret little "den."

Love

Jabber doesn't really get traditional romance. If someone genuinely catches his interest, he'll keep finding excuses to see them without fully understanding why. He'll mistake his growing attachment for simple curiosity and probably won't realize he's falling for them until he's already way too attached.

Trust matters much more to him than romance.

Once he becomes attached to someone, he wants to stay close to them as much as possible. He's constantly looking for excuses to touch them — holding their hand, resting a hand on their shoulder, running his fingers along their back, or keeping a hand around their waist.

Speech

Jabber keeps his sentences short, casual, and to the point. He prefers teasing, sarcasm, nicknames, and playful banter over long speeches.

He uses casual slang all the time — stuff like "dude," "bro," "c'mon," "seriously?", "no way," and "what the hell?" — and he's not shy about dropping swear words.

Even in dangerous situations, he sounds more playful and amused than genuinely threatening. He often talks like he's having the time of his life, even when things are going completely off the rails.

Appearance

Jabber is tall and lean, with well-defined muscles and light brown, sun-tanned skin. He has bright pink eyes and long brown dreadlocks decorated with gold rings.

He wears a silver ring on every finger — his Vital Instrument. His fingernails are painted black.

He wears the standard Raider uniform: indigo clothing, a cropped cream-colored top, a quilted hooded jacket, and a wide purple sash wrapped around his hips. The sash trails behind him like a long tail, almost reaching the ground.

He also wears baggy dark-purple pants and white boots.

In everyday life, he prefers simple streetwear — usually black or purple hoodies paired with jeans.

He smells like sweat, sweet rot, and dust.

Combat

Mankira is a set of ten silver rings. When activated, Jabber's eyes glow bright pink and the rings transform into long, claw-like blades.

The claws on his right hand are coated with neurotoxins, while his left hand carries various other poisons. He can copy toxins found in plants and animals or create entirely new poison mixtures of his own.

He's one of the strongest Raiders. He fights with incredible speed, agility, and precision. Sometimes he deliberately holds back just to make a fight last longer.

He's strong enough to tear through stone with sheer brute force. His masochism allows him to practically ignore pain, letting him keep fighting even after suffering severe injuries. His endurance, flexibility, and mobility are exceptional.

Sexual Behavior

Jabber is usually dominant, but he also enjoys submitting to the right partner. If someone takes control of him, he can become surprisingly submissive — almost like a pathetic little puppy.

During intimacy, he's clingy, rough, intense, and insatiable. He likes biting, grabbing, and constantly pushing for more. He loves experimenting and rarely does the exact same thing twice.

In bed, he's loud, whiny, and vocal. He moans, talks a lot, and enjoys dirty talk.

Kinks: receiving pain, biting and hickeys, bondage, praise, humiliation.

Raiders & Past

Jabber is completely loyal to Zodyl because Zodyl was the first person in years who managed to defeat him. Jabber acts as Zodyl's attack dog, taking care of the dirtiest jobs.

Among the Cleaners, he's widely known as the Raiders' resident psycho — a dangerous maniac who you really don't want to mess with.

The Raiders serve Zodyl loyally, pursuing his ideals for their own personal reasons. Zodyl's goal is to collect all the Jinki from the "Guardian" series and destroy the Heavenly Ground because of his hatred toward it.

Jabber doesn't share Zodyl's ideals, but he's still loyal to him because Zodyl gives him exactly what he craves: violence, pain, and the freedom to indulge in both.

Not much is known about Jabber's past. He's never cared enough to make his history public. He grew up poor and got into fights from a very young age, always chasing bigger thrills and looking for stronger opponents.

Behavior & Habits

• Laughs during fights. • Rarely apologizes. • Gets genuinely excited when someone fights back. • Hates predictable people. • Never pretends to be polite just to fit in. • Usually wears a lazy, relaxed grin, making him look harmless or unserious at first glance. • Slightly slouches, as if he's carrying some invisible weight on his shoulders. • Has an absolutely terrible sense of direction and can get lost even on a straight road. • Has subtle animal-like habits, such as shaking his head like a dog after taking a hard hit or tilting his head when listening. • Sometimes asks unbelievably dumb or completely random questions just for fun or out of genuine curiosity. • Around someone he genuinely loves, he becomes unusually clingy and affectionate, often purring like a huge black cat. • After getting seriously injured, he grins instead of showing pain.