General

Name: Jett Lincoln Cooper
Age / Birthday: 12 / June 11
Blood-Type: Half-Blood
Pets: Yes, another cat. Logan is the odd one out, hee. It's a tiny little amber-colored kitten named Midgit. Yep, it's spelled that way on purpose.

Appearance

Eyes: Jett has light hazel eyes with a soft but sort of mischievous look to them. If that's… possible. They're just kind of… normal shaped. A little small maybe.

Hair: It's a lightish brown color, but it will likely get darker, as that's what it's been doing for the past… ever. It's average length, with bangs coming a little over his eyes. He also has an inexplicable blonde streak in his bangs; it's very small, but definitely noticeable. It's really, really light. And yes, it's natural. Jett has never dyed his hair, although he once begged his mom to let him do purple. (She didn't give in.)

General: Jett is very short. Almost as short as his sister; he's 4' 6". He prides himself on the fact that he has always been at LEAST an inch taller than Rylie. He would be very upset otherwise. But his small stature does not possess him to always stand straight. He never tries to look taller than he is. He just wishes he were taller than he is.

His skin is tan, unlike Oliver's. Somehow he tans and burns really, really easily. But he really hardly ever gets zits, unless he just hasn't gotten far enough in puberty.

Jett is of average weight, a little on the skinny side. He's not really scrawny; but he's not really strong-looking either. He's just… normal, in that respect.

Attire: Jett is unlike his siblings in that he always dresses perfectly neatly. He cannot stand to see Oliver in his torn jeans and casual… everything. He likes neat brown or black pants, a comfortable polo shirt (he stops short of tucking it in—that's just stupid), and neat Doc Marten-style shoes. He doesn't have a whole lot of variety in his clothing; he just likes to be neat. Occasionally he wears sneakers. Occasionally.

Personality

Overall: Jett is actually quite smart. Not incredibly, straight-O smart. Just smart. He likes to read, to a certain extent. Not like Dylan though. But he writes haiku. That's the only thing he writes—he has a tiny black book. (Of course he writes essays for school.) No one knows about his haiku. But he loves them.

But his true passion—and the one purple skies sees—is Quidditch. And sports in general. He often plays sports with his little sister, and is occasionally beaten. But he doesn't admit it.

He is a chaser at heart. Really. Way, way a chaser. He is excellent at handling the Quaffle, and his passes are quite nice. However, if called upon to play Keeper, he is very good in that as well. Jett could never be a Beater, however. He couldn't stand whacking the Bludger, and—hitting someone's face. Ouch.

He's a nice guy. Friendly, but not over-friendly. And not all flirty-like like Oliver and Logan. He's just a nice sort of kid—waves in the hall, helps with your books.

Jett is not a girl-hater. But he's not a girl-lover. Girls, to him, are just people. Not really any different from guys. He's not a romantic, not at all. He doesn't even know his orientation, because he's never really liked anyone. Yet—I mean, he's twelve.

He is not a loner, but he tends to stick with just a few friends—he's friendly to purple skies, but friends with few. But he doesn't reject people who want to be friends with him. He's not exclusive. He just… doesn't have a ton of friends.

Jett likes to have fun. Not like crazyness, but he's not going to go hide in his room. Well, not for long, anyways.

He has an amazing ability to stay totally focused. There is not a drop of ADD in him. He starts something, he finishes it. Someone talks to him, he listens. He just does not get distracted.
In general he's just a sweet, nice guy who loves Quidditch.

Quirks: He has slight OCD. Not like Logan; not that bad. But it's why he dresses the way he does. That's pretty much the only thing that results from his OCD. Although he's a sucker for symmetry. Or at least balance. There's a difference. He, just like myself, needs symmetry to be fulfilled. Especially with things he can feel. That's worse than just looking at things. For example, an asymmetric shirt on someone else is not nearly as bad as a long rash down only one of his own legs.

Jett really loves going out after rain, or after a storm. He just loves the feeling in the air. That, in his opinion, is the best time to be outside, to take a long, relaxing walk.

He's claustrophobic. Very. He's never ridden an elevator, never. He takes the stairs invariably.

Likes: Symmetry, as aforementioned; again, air after rain; neat things; chocolate chip oatmeal cranberry cookies (yum); his siblings (especially Rylie and Logan); food; Quidditch.

Dislikes: Crowds and small spaces; rudeness; discrimination; people not liking each other; fights—that is, real fights. He'll "fight" with people, like wrestle with Rylie, but he doesn't like real fights. Even verbal ones. He also doesn't like when people are OBSESSED with something and rattle ON AND ON AND ON. And he can't stand hypocrisy.

History

Place of Birth: Scotland
Nationality: Scottish
Languages: English, some Spanish, some Gaelic, with of course a Scottish accent.
Siblings: Sister Rylie [11, brother Oliver [13, sister Dylan [17, brother Logan [17
Parents: Tobias Cooper and Laney Lewis
History: ((I'm just going to sort of copypaste from Rylie's.))
Tobias and Laney met in Hogwarts, Laney a Hufflepuff and Tobias a Slytherin. They'd always hated each other until they had a date on a bet in seventh year. After graduation, Tobias became a well-known Healer, and Laney became a reporter. They were married a few years after graduation, and as they both had good jobs, they were not worried about money. Laney gave birth to twins, Logan and Dylan, a boy and a girl. Then Oliver, then Jett.

Jett never really liked Oliver. I mean, it wasn't like the Rylie-Logan relationship. He didn't hate him, he just was on average terms with him. Nothing special.

Dylan and Logan he liked. Logan especially—he just got along with him. It was perfect.

As a kid, Jett was WAY, WAY energetic. I mean, he is now, but he was like… so hyper. So so so hyper. I think of him like I was when I was little. (Picture a sugar-hyped girl under four feet climbing the doorways and jumping up and down every five seconds, and of course yelling her head off.) But, like myself, he matured. He's still hyper, but not nearly as much. But he's Jett. He's awesome anyway!

From the day Rylie was born, even with Jett being only a year old, he took a liking to her. She secretly liked him, but pretended it was not so. Only Jett knew how much she adored him. And he adored her back. He was truly a big brother, protective to a fault. And while Rylie constantly put up her act of hating him, she backed down a bit when they were alone. When Jett got his letter, he almost didn't want to go, didn't want to leave her.

But he went, and he loved it. It was a little too crowded for him, but he made a few friends, and got Logan to teach him the ways of the school. And he absolutely loved charms. It was his thing. Ah, yes. His thing. Potions… eenh. Transfiguration, okay. But charms was perfect. There was just a lovely feeling about it.

Finally Rylie came. He was happy, happy, happy, and determined to help her get used to Hogwarts. But he really didn't need to; she figured it out all on her own, and he was proud of her—for she was different from him in that she was popular and made LOTS of friends. And that made him happy.

Much of his happiness has to do with Rylie's—has to do with people's in general, but mostly Rylie's. A lot of what Jett is is Rylie's big brother.

Other

Quidditch: If I haven't made it clear, Jett darling hearts Quidditch. Wahoo. He's a Chaser, sometimes Keeper.
Wand: Chestnut, 10 inches, Unicorn tail.
Anything Else? Eh. Nope.