Hell yeah! The Guy Himself! I don't have a lot of like, Complicated stuff about him because canon Jazz is just kinda Peak.
His Cybertronian name translates to "Breaks-Rhythm," like someone who marches to the beat of their own drum. He chose his name's localization himself after hearing jazz music
He's been in a relationship with Blaster longer than he's had a Tcog. They bonded over their love of music, despite the caste difference. They're best friends and lovers who don't exactly put a label on what they are to one another. Whatever it is, it's open and they often act as wingmen to one another.
Jazz wasn't exactly a troublemaker or a criminal when he was a miner, but he was constantly drawing the attention of enforcers who assumed he was Up To Something when he would loiter around clubs and music venues. Learning to disappear into the crowd and exert exact control over his EM field served him well in situations where this went badly for him
At the onset of the Cybertronian Civil War, Optimus immediately chose him to be part of command, since he's one of his closest friends and overall someone he can trust to get things done (even when that requires choices that Optimus would find unpleasant.) Unfortunately for him, Prowl- one of the enforcers he had encountered on a few occasions- was also chosen for a command position. Awkward.
Awkward, but not an issue because- as he finds out during his first real conversation with the mech- Prowl is directive focused first and foremost. Enforcing the law was his directive before, but now his focus is handling the tactical aspect of the war for Optimus. So, not only is that a nonissue, but the two become extremely close later on.
That's really all the more complex thoughts about him at this moment. Otherwise, Jazz is just very competent and good with people.
Less serious things my sibling and I have said about Jazz include:
He would fuck it up on the volleyball court if his tit weren't in the way
He thinks Round Energon (liquid energon in a mug) is a Fun Novelty
Playing music over his speakers is his primary stim, and he just kinda does that constantly
We have an arc that we just keep calling "Jazz and His Three Babymamas." More about that under the cut
Learned how to win arguments purely by being annoying during his time as a miner, carries that invaluable skill into dealing with Optimus' Bullshit
[send me a ✏️ and a character and I'll tell you about them in Sparkweave]
Jazz's Polycule + a couple little ficlets I wrote from his perspective under the cut
Ok so real quick RE:Jazz's Three Babymamas. It's Soundwave asking him to sire his third child (the Shockwave cucking is a complicated situation that I don't have time to explain rn), Prowl getting Jealous™ and insisting on having a sparkling of his own, and then Blaster showing up like "Hey Jazz I think you knocked me up by accident. Just like fyi". That's literally it. Its so fucking stupid. It's not even his fault. Why do we make it sound like a quan millz novel
(also I'm sorry that both of the ficlets are Prowl related. He's just screwed up in a very fun way to me and I like to explore him through Jazz's more stable perspective)
"Who said that to you?"
"I came online with an incomplete emotional suite," Prowl announced one day without prompt. Jazz has simply been sitting with the mech in companionable silence- what went for silence with the sabetour, that is, with music bumping steadily from his speakers- his friend's declaration shattering that peace into jagged pieces.
The former enforcer continued: "it wasn't caught during my first vorn due to the tactical computer added onto my processor. I process social stimuli through it, and thus passed every psych eval I was given. But I am still … Lacking."
"Oh," Jazz said, queue catching up with what he was being told slowly, "oh, Prowler…" What else could he say? This was the sort of malpractice that one would expect to befall a member of the disposable class- someone who was expected to do no more than perform their function until their gears stripped. Not an upper-mid caste servant of the government.
"I apologize for withholding this information from you, Jazz. You have the right to know, though, in the event that you tire of wasting time on a mech no more caring than a drone."
"In case I what? Prowl, who… Who said that to you? "
Not The Jealous Type
"that was fantastic, but we need to talk, mech," Jazz began. "You know it would take a lot to convince me to pass up on the opportunity to 'face with you, but I've also gotta say that was a little…. Much from you, Prowler. You're not the jealous type."
"No, I'm not."
"Yeah, you've never had an issue with us not being exclusive, not that you've told me," the spymaster noted, "and you'd tell me if you did."
"I would."
"So how come you've dragged me to your berth to jump my struts right after I told 'ya that Soundwave's asked me to sire for him?"
"I…" Prowl tried, trailing off. He had an enormously guilty look on his faceplate, which doubled as embarrassment for him. "I would ask that you don't misunderstand, Jazz. What I lack is not trust in your faith in our relationship or your love for me. You are clan, and you know how much that means to me. But Soundwave is not, and I refuse to let him forget that. You are not his, you are mine."
"Aw, sweetspark, you're telling me you thought he'd steal me away from you?"
"The chance was nonzero. He is less likely to do so if you are otherwise occupied with parenthood."
"He doesn't want me the way he wants Shockwave, and I don't want him the way I want you or Blaster."
"Even though he is more compatible with your and Blaster's interests?"
"I wouldn't call what me 'n him have compatibility, mech…"
