Jabber is not fae himself, but he has a lot of secretive back alley dealings with the world of the fae, mostly in retrieving magical ingredients for narcotics. Much of the realm of the fae is built on enticing mortals, after all. Those under his agency can also cross freely through fairy rings to get from place to place without much harm, and a couple of the those working under him are fae themselves. This connection has raised a few eyebrows, because you can’t take substantial amounts of resources from the fae without giving the fae something back, and no one’s sure what he’s paying them back with.
Jabber Wockee sure as hell isn’t his real name.
Jabber has backups, for backups, for backups. He takes every precaution with everything he does, because - between the nature of the fae world and the violence of the alternian criminal underworld - he knows he’s living on a dangerous edge. It’s a precarious balance that takes a lot of planning on him to maintain.
He is a complete and utter gaudy neon fashion disaster and he is entirely unaware of it. This orange polkadot scarf with that pulsating neon vest? Tite. He has the money to cater to his very particular tastes, and takes no precaution with indulging himself. He’s pretty big on self-indulgence.
His office has parts of it that can only be seen or accessed by drinking the right combination of potions. For example, there’s a wall of neon signs spelling out the names of colors, but are lit in the wrong color. For example, a sign reading “BLUE” that’s actually florescent green. The right combination of potions shifts your color vision in different directions, until all the signs are glowing the correct colors, and maybe possibly also revealing some secret message idgaf. The wrong combination of potions, though, risks leaving you writhing on the ground and seeing things you would rather not see.
Jabber is pretty ruthless in his organizing his drug ring and cutting out people who are a threat to him, but it’s all behind the safety of his business chair. He doesn’t like being there for the physical confrontations, and avoids it whenever possible. He’s pretty big on bodyguards, and when out on the field usually tries to have atleast 2 - one to fight in case things get ugly, one to help escort him into the getaway vehicle that someone else is driving.
Jabber is, first and foremost, an entrepreneur. He’s an opportunist. He is taking advantage of a border between the worlds of fae and alternia, smuggling substances across one to the other so people can buy the experience without having to cross into the dangerous world of the fae. Things might still be a little dangerous with him, though. Whether or not you beware the Jabberwock is up to you.
It’s harder to tell underneath his puffy suit jackets and flashy big hats, but he ver short.
He can’t caste any spells on his own, but the staff that he carries around with him can be charged up with a pre-set bit of magic and used on the fly. He charges it by brewing a cauldron full of the alchemical potion he wants to imbue it with, and submerging the rod in their for a while. He can change the kind of magic he imbues into it, he just has to prepare it beforehand.
He owns a couple of patches of land just for growing plants and fungi on. We got a mushroom aesthetic to keep to, people. Some of the potions are used in the farming process, to give the fairy mushrooms extra magical properties. The mushrooms cost less than the potions, because they are less concentration, and are what usually winds up in the streets.
