. . . . . ╰──╮ a cherry-cola milkshake sweating in the summer heat, a cat curled up on a leather jacket, beer bottle caps sewn into a crossbody bag – each one a souvenir from a place barely remembered.
in texas, 𝐉𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐑𝐈 is known to most as 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊. he have been riding with the diablos for 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒. he is originally from 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐎 and the 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 is known to be very 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 & 𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 but the other club members will tell you he is 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂 & 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. as the years go by, he have gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. he is usually at 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐎, working as a 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. he rarely ever drive a car but when he do 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 by 𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒 is usually heard blasting.
i. musings ii. edits iii. pinterest
basic infos.
∙ nicknames — to close people, he is still called jett, but others call him jeff when they can't pronounce his thai name right. the gang nicknamed him milk, a nod to the ever-present milkshake in his hand and the cat that follows him like a shadow.
∙ age — 29, born april 7.
∙ ethnicity — thai, southeast asian.
∙ languages — english, thai, chinese & italian.
∙ sexuality — homosexual (& bottom).
headcanons.
∙ he’s got a reputation for being a big eater, always the first to dig in and the last to put his fork down. milkshakes are his true weakness of it all – cherry-cola, vanilla, and passion fruit, to be exact. if you spot a few empty milkshake cups on the asphalt, chances are he passed through not long ago.
∙ he has a black and white cat that he always carries in his bag when riding with the gang, which is why he’s always at the back – the last one of the bike line or in the truck. though he never officially adopted the cat, it never stops following him. they say the cat was the one who adopted him. and no, the little one hasnʼt gotten a name yet.
∙ the front of his bag is covered in soda and beer bottle caps, a small collection from his travels with the gang, each one a quiet souvenir of the places they've been. he tells people he’s collecting them for a reason, that one day, when he finds his sister again, he’ll lay them out in front of her like a map of everywhere he’s been without her. every cap a story, every story a promise that he never forgot. a colorful, tainted map of the roads he could take again, this time with her.
background.
THE CITY OF THOSE LEFT BEHIND. reno was never meant to be a place to settle – it was a city of passing faces, of gamblers chasing luck and immigrants searching for a foothold. for jett jirapat chakri, it was where his mother landed after leaving thailand, where she remarried a man who never wanted a stepson. his real father stayed behind, a distant memory blurred by time, and in his place came a man who looked at him like a mistake. jett was never enough, never strong enough, never disciplined enough, never his. mistakes were met with sharp words and sharper hands, and the house never felt like home – just another battlefield he had to survive.
BROKEN HOME. his stepfather had expectations, dreams of a child who carried his blood, a son who could be everything jett wasn’t. so when his mother gave birth to a girl instead, the man walked away without a second thought, leaving behind a broken home and a woman who drowned herself in liquor to forget. his mother was never truly there, too lost in her own sorrow to care, so jett stepped up. he shielded his sister from the worst of it, held her close when the world felt too cruel. he told her stories about the life they’d have far from reno. he swore that one day, it’d be them against the world. at least, that’s what he believed.
THE SOUND OF THE WHEELS. but then the motorcycles came. they roared through the streets like they owned the world, untamed, fearless, free. they were everything he wasn’t allowed to be. the temptation was too strong to ignore. when the diablos gave him a chance, he took it, swearing he’d come back for her once he made something of himself. only, he never got the chance, until then.
HI, NONG. every year, he sent his sister letters, hoping to keep his promise, but they never reached her hands. his mother, bitter and empty, kept them hidden, swallowing his words before they could ever be read. jett thought she was ignoring him. mew thought he had abandoned her. one more cruel twist in a life already full of them.
HIS WORTH. proving himself to the diablos was another battle. he wasn’t the biggest, the loudest, or the strongest, but he was relentless. he threw himself into everything – into fights, into rides, into reckless choices that should have killed him more times than he could count. he was always the first to help, to step up, to take the fall for someone else. loyalty ran deep in his bones, even when it should have been self-preservation. one day, it was going to cost him his life. maybe he knew that. maybe he didn’t care.
WAS I TOO LATE? when he finally came back, older, more sure of himself, ready to make things right – his little sister was gone. he searched, but reno swallowed people whole, and she had learned how to disappear just like he had.
THE MILK. so he did what he had always done: he kept moving. newton became his world. the diablos became his family. at deseo, he worked the bar, a fixture of the club’s nightlife, quick with a drink and quicker with a joke. he had a reputation – foolish, charming, too trusting for his own good – but respect wasn’t something he had to chase anymore. he wasn’t just a ghost trying to prove himself. he was here, he belonged, even if he still felt like he had to earn it every day.
kept connections.
∙ mew wanphen — sibling.
note: beyond these, iʼm open for anything else. we can combine the connections [ tumblr / discord ] or we can freely develop them on dash. honestly, up to you! you can assume the connections but they need to be in line with both characters.
ooc.
wen, brazilian, he/him.
english isnʼt my first language and this is my first foreign roleplaying, just letting it know in case the mistakes are inevitably noticeable so bear with me. also, donʼt ever feel the need to match the length of my writings, either way is appreciated by me! <3
discord — wondy#2146 ( never feel intimidated to reach to me btw. iʼm just a silly player :p )
