Jedediah is a second generation Eggling of unfortunate circumstance and concerning behavior. Not only does he have an ongoing career cleaning up murders, but he has both committed a few of his own. He loves tabletop and card games, gambling, smoking, drinking, and the sight and taste of blood. He is ambivalent about sex; he enjoys the act itself on occasion, but often finds the advances of others insufferable due to his low drive and lack of attraction.

Neoplasm

Growing up as an Eggling, Jed never found himself alone. Even as one of the first dozen second generation Egglings to have been spawned, he was surrounded by siblings and half-siblings as he grew. And as he grew older, he was put in the role of a caregiver for his younger relatives. Even for one as cold and aloof as he, he was trusted simply on the grounds that he was mature enough to not hospitalize his siblings if they acted out. He could keep them alive and could ensure they wouldn't demolish the property they were housed on, and that was enough.

Jed was apathetic to his given role. He spent most of his time cooking, cleaning, repairing the home, or hosting games that his siblings would not bore of. In some way, his lack of reaction toward attention-seeking destructiveness reduced it overall. He eventually fixed it, of course, but there was none of the screaming or frantic repair attempts the adults in their lives were known to engage in.

The other disincentive was his punishments. It wasn't chores that they could skimp out on, nor words that they could ignore. If Jed were truly annoyed by a particular individual, he had an array of options to choose from. Ruin dinner? No meals for a day, then. Won't stop interrupting a game? Hogtied and gagged in the closet. Bite him? He bites back, harder. He was never caught nor punished for his abuse, on the account that the true parents of the young were almost entirely absent.

Patricide

Jed's indifference slowly grew to resentment. He learned of what the first generation of Egglings had done to the second due to his learnings of the outside world. Humans did not typically do this to their young; nor did they burden them with dozens of siblings when they did. He learned that two individuals in particular bore the most responsibility for his generation's ignorance and entrapment: his sire, Mortimer, and Puck.

He spoke with fellow caregivers, slowly and carefully sorting out who he could involve in his plan. Much like how he punished his younger siblings, he intended to punish those responsible for eating away all that he knew of his life thus far. He soon realized he was looking in the wrong places for cohorts; none of them had the same desires that he had, nor would it grow within them.

Instead, it was a younger half-sibling that held this hunger. One that would never cease biting no matter how often he bit back, one that lavished the taste of blood yet always craved more. One that had taken up cooking, oft to the point of pushing Jed out of the way so that he could braise the meats. His name was Esser, and he was born of the exact culprits Jed sought to punish.

He barely even had to plant the seeds into his head. The idea of what Eggling flesh might taste like, how it may be good to eventually try. How they should probably leave to find such a meal, as they did not want their siblings to steal their prize. The idea that, as his parents arrived to drop off another egg, they should sneak into the trunk to follow them where they went.

Esser was so ravenous, he ended up doing the hard part for Jed. The little bastard broke in, slaughtered his parents, and opened the door for Jed to see the results. While Esser butchered and prepared the corpses for a feast, Jed cleaned the house to a shine. Never did a meal taste so splendid to him before; though he could not determine if it was because of Esser's skill or the closure that the revenge had brought him.

Pestilence

Shortly after the deaths of Mortimer and Puck, Jedediah committed to further changes in his life. He secured himself a job as a third shift janitor, moved into a studio apartment in the city. No longer was he to watch over a horde of unruly Eggling whelps. Instead, he sought pleasure. Gambling, drinking, smoking; expensive habits, but he was always careful to maintain his budget.

He was eventually approached by a stranger. A fellow Eggling, a fellow second gen. Maybe a bit younger than him, but still an adult. They had heard of what he had done for Esser, his talents in cleaning. They explained that sometimes, humans needed similar things done. That he would be paid well. He was offered a time, a place, a date; and an up-front incentive.

He showed. He acquainted himself with the team in the back of a van; and they were all Egglings. The first job went smoothly. As did the one after. And the next. Night after night, Jed found himself showing up to work with the team rather than his more legal job. Not only was he paid well enough to enjoy whatever he liked, but he enjoyed the work. Suiting up, mopping up blood, liquefying bodies, wiping fingerprints from every surface.

With his wages, his general aggression and cockiness grew. His colleagues almost never pissed him off, but strangers often would. This was especially true when he had a significant gap between jobs; whether or not he knew it, he craved the sight of blood. If his clients wouldn't draw it, he would be the one to do so. In at least a few instances, he's had to have his team come help him to clean a more serious mess than what he ordinarily got himself into.

Haze | boss

Crooked whore with a cock and a grin too big for her own good. She makes him uneasy, between her opaque plans and her regular sexual advances. But the pay and the job are the exact right fit.

Esser | half-brother

A cannibalistic piece of shit; Jed always finds himself getting him out of trouble. Whether that be with someone Esser shouldn't have picked a fight with, or a bloody mess he made. Esser also happens to be the reason for Jed's career choice.