Jasper Stone
Jul 7, 2011 23:26:54 GMT -5
Post by Jasper Stone on Jul 7, 2011 23:26:54 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Jasper Gabriel Stone
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 18
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Terrakinesis - the ability to manipulate the earth. (rocks, dirt, etc.)
Jasper has been training in his ability at the institute for a few years now, and has gained a measure of control over his power. He used to gain extreme migraines from even the smallest use of his ability, but after learning the finer points of how to manipulate it, he can now use his power for a sustained amount of time before the pain in his head begins to arise. He isn't quite strong enough to do much more than move some sections of earth or levitate rocks, but he hopes to eventually grow stronger. If Jasper uses his ability for too long of a stretch, or too often in one day, he has extremely bad migraines, and can't really think strait, let alone commit enough of his focus towards using his Terrakinesis effectively and safely.
Play By: Topher Grace
The Details
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Green
Any Piercings? N/A
Any Tattoos? Alchemical symbol for earth tattooed on either shoulder, solid black in color.
Any Scars? One reaching about an inch above and below his left eye.
General Appearance: Jasper stands at about six feet tall, and weighs in at somewhere near one hundred and eighty pounds. His hair is a dark brown in color and his eyes are a shade of green that he has never been able to put a name to. He is often seen wearing a pair of blue jeans and some dark t-shirt over that, and his battered leather jacket to complete the ensemble. And, no matter how hard he tries, there is always dust or dirt sticking to his clothes, often giving him a disheveled appearance. Jasper tries to keep himself as presentable as possible, but there always seems to be something eschew on his person; a constant source of annoyance.
Personality: Jasper isn’t the most open of individuals. He keeps everything bottled up and buried down deep, and tries to not let anything phase him. He isn’t one to get in touch with his emotions, and tries to think pragmatically and practically at all times. Jasper has a few trust issues, and doesn’t let anyone get close enough to learn much about him, except a few minor details. He likes to keep to himself, and while he isn’t a complete recluse, he interacts with others as little as he can help it. He is likely seen as a pariah because of his introverted tendencies, but it hardly matters to him. He is getting better at controlling his abilities and will eventually graduate the institute once they are fully mastered.
Your Vices
Likes: Nature, Reading, English, Women, History, Old Weapons, Fencing, Cigarettes.
Dislikes: Flying, The Ocean, Extreme Heat, Rich People, Math.
Strengths:
- Terrakinesis - He’s fairly decent with his powers, despite the migraines that come later.
- Cunning - Planning ten steps ahead is always useful.
- Determined - It’s always good to work towards a goal.
- Training - With experience comes power, and he's been at Hammel for a few years now.
- Fencing - Talented with a blade, which stems somewhat from his time in Chicago.
Weaknesses:
- Fire - Not a huge fan of huge conflagrations.
- Small Spaces - Ah, good old claustrophobia, always a helpful trait…
- Detached - Never good when you act like an ass and no one’s there to watch your back because of it
- Indecisive - Eenie, Meenie, Miney, or Mo? Hmm, this may be a dilemma…
- Emotions - He has them, and they tend to screw with his head more than anything.
- Cigarettes - He quit a while back, but he would kill for one of those gorgeous nicotine filled tubes.
- His Past - Everyone has a history, and Jasper isn’t fond of his.
Fears: Large Fires, Small Spaces,
Secret: Jasper is afraid of trusting anyone or anything.
Family Ties
Father: Michael Stone (Alive, Supposedly)
Mother: Debra Stone (Deceased)
Siblings: James Carver (Alive, Barely)
Any Other Important People:Uncle, Royce Carver (Alive)
History
Jasper doesn’t remember much about his past, or rather refuses to reflect on it at all if he can help it. He was born in Georgia, and lived there with his father Michael until he was ten years old. His mother, Debra, had died during childbirth due to an infection, and his father had never really recovered from the shock of the ordeal. He became something of an alcoholic, and while he wasn’t overtly mean or abusive to Jasper, he wasn’t in a good frame of mind either. Jasper lived a fairly normal life in Georgia, where he learned how to hunt, fence, and shoot. He was ten years old when his dad disappeared; just up and left with a hastily scrawled note left on the table saying goodbye. Jasper honestly hadn’t been surprised, knowing that dear old dad hadn’t been right in the head for years. It hurt, but it was a bearable pain. He called up his Uncle Royce out in Chicago, and soon enough he was living out there with him and his son James, or Jimmy as Jasper liked to call him. He was four years older, and cooler in Jasper’s mind, and thought himself the most street-smart person in the city.
James stepped in as a surrogate older brother to Jasper, and showed him how to survive in the windy city; namely how to hotwire a car, pickpocket random civilians, and how to work a blade in a knife fight. Jasper looked up to and respected James, and it was because of that blind faith that the two ended up in the hospital. James had run his mouth off to a group of kids, one of the hundreds of gangs in the city, and one night while Jasper and James were walking home from the mall, they were jumped by some of that group’s members. James had said they could take them, and so Jasper had stayed by his side to help fight them off instead of running like he should have. The end result was the scar over Jasper’s eye and his surrogate brother landing in the hospital. The group had literally beaten the shit out of him, and his mind had never fully recovered from it. James is still in the hospital to this day, comatose. Jasper blames himself for it of course, and that led to him getting into further trouble for a few more years until his Uncle stepped up and talked some sense into his thick head. Jasper was fourteen at this time, and was starting to piece his life back together when his powers started to develop.
It wasn’t long before Jasper knew he was one of the meta-humans that were always talked about. He found he could manipulate the earth if he concentrated hard enough; especially helpful for the gardening he’d help his Uncle with at times. The Hammel Institute found him a week or so after his power began to manifest. How they managed to do so isn't something he knows, but he assumes someone saw his powers at work and the Institute found him through them. By the time he was fifteen, Jasper was enrolled in the institute and learning to better control his abilities in Vermont. He is now eighteen years old, and has been enjoying his time at the institute, learning interesting bits of information along the road to graduation.
Roleplay Example
(A post from a zombie apocalypse site I am also apart of)
Jasper enjoyed being on 4th street; it was the one place where a man could get ammunition, supplies, and practice killing both survivors and Lessers alike. Oftentimes when Jasper tried to trade for supplies a group of rogues would try to follow him back to his warehouse and jack his shit; after he killed the first handful of idiots that tried, the rest left him alone. That was one thing that every survivor had to do in this city; earn a reputation for being one you don’t want to fuck with. Once you prove you can handle yourself and that screwing with you is as good as signing a death sentence, no one will try to touch you. Granted, the Overminds and Reavers don’t give a shit about your reputation, but at least you have just them to worry about without having to deal with survivors as well.
This day Jasper came to 4th street to try and find some information, which was just as expensive as weapons and ammunition depending on what it was about. Most of the time no one cared about information in these parts, but for those few who needed it, there was a high price. The last time Jasper had tried to pull information out of a survivor he had accidentally killed them; apparently the human body can only withstand one tenth of an amp before death, and he had broken that threshold with room to spare. That particular incident had caused the numerous survivors of 4th street to shy away from Jasper whenever he came this way, and most refused to do business with him. It was a bit of a shame, but nothing he couldn’t overcome; a few well placed punches would usually loosen their lips.
He required information on Overminds, particularly one known as Isis; that bastard had given him a run for his money in the Hospital not long ago, and Jasper fully intended to returning the favor. This Overmind was different from the others he had fought though, hence the needing of information from the scum of 4th street. There was supposedly a man living in an abandoned apartment complex that knew something of import, and Jasper was headed there now. His eyes scanned around him constantly, not completely trusting that his reputation here would completely save his ass from being mugged. If Jasper was an asshole, at least he was a cautious asshole. He constantly watched the high windows of the buildings around him that weren’t razed to the ground, making sure there weren’t snipers waiting to take him out.
Jasper continued on his way, occasionally stopping to inspect a pile of rubble for anything useful, enjoying the quiet of the day. He frowned as this thought came to him; quiet, on 4th street? That never happens. There is always the sound of shambling Lessers or gunfire from survivors. Something was off here, and that sense of survival instinct sparked once more inside Jasper, the same instinct that had kept him alive all these years. He walked towards the nearest alley and dipped inside and hunkered down to wait, and see what happened. It was only midday, he had as much time as he needed to inspect the situation; he had nowhere to be, and enough supplies in his pack to survive for days if needed. He was likely just being paranoid, but paranoia was exactly what kept humans alive these days. He sincerely hoped it was just his mind playing tricks on him though, and it was simply a slow day on 4th street, and not some Reaver or Overmind who had leveled the residents. He rubbed his eyes, already one of his famous migraines starting to begin plaguing the fringes of his mind. He was overtired, overworked, and the constant war between his darker half and his newly recovered humanity were starting to effect his thinking.
Jasper sighed and got to his feet. Screw it, if there was something out in 4th street he’d fight it, and if he died it didn’t matter; death was a welcome option by this point. The thought of the blissfully dark sleep that is oblivion seemed like a good one to Jasper. He’d go down fighting of course, but maybe death wasn’t such a bad option in the end; at least his mind would finally be at peace with itself, even if he was going to Hell.
What About You?
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Name: Jasper
Age: 16
Experience: more than five years, less than ten of RP experience.
How Did You Find Us? Random surfing of Top RP sites.
Ready To Play? As long as my app. is good enough? Hell yeah, I'm lookin' forward to this. ^.^
