Post by Jasper Stone on Jul 15, 2011 20:43:07 GMT -8
Stone, Jasper
DEMIGOD
3rd Year at Camp
Age: 17
Son of Hermes
Alliance: Resistance
DEMIGOD
3rd Year at Camp
Age: 17
Son of Hermes
Alliance: Resistance
Appearance:[/b][/size]
Eye(s): Green
Hair: Brown in color and kept short.
Height: 6’2”
Build Type: Tall and limber with broad shoulder, but something more akin to a runner’s build than anything else.
Brief Description: Jasper stands at a fair height of six foot two inches, with green eyes and short brown hair. He also shares the common trait among most of Hermes’ kids of having ‘impish’ features. Jasper does not have an overly muscular upper body, instead having stronger legs from all the running he’s done and his parkour. That is not to say he couldn’t stand his ground in a fight, however; being agile is just as good as hitting heavy, after all.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Michael Stone (Stepfather), Debra Stone (Mother)
Other Family: Nathaniel Stone (Stepbrother)
Pets: none currenty
Brief History: Jasper was born in Chicago, and lived there for the first fourteen years of his life. When he wasn‘t in trouble with the cops for his latest shoplifting feat or car jacking stunts, Jasper was avoiding his alcoholic stepfather and causing his mother to worry like crazy. He kept out of the house by keeping busy, which accrued to him joining a parkour group and taking fencing lessons at the local gym. Jasper‘s mother tried to raise him as best she could, but in his eyes, she failed utterly; he still loves her though, despite that feeling.
He was basically raised by his older stepbrother Nathaniel, who was four years his senior, and he taught the young Son of Hermes how to survive in the mean streets of Chicago early on. This led to Jasper learning how to hotwire vehicles, pick locks, and how to fight. He was always an agile fighter, using his abilities as a traceur to wield the environment to his advantage whenever possible. He was fourteen when his heritage began to show itself, and someone from the Camp was there almost instantly to show him the way to their haven. He was claimed by Hermes that very night be the fire, and has been in the cabin of the caduceus wielding God ever since.
Due to his growing up the way he did, Jasper has a few trust issues, having trouble trusting people as he always has the feeling they will stab him in the back. Once you get to know him though, and look past his hardened exterior, Jasper is a likeable guy with a glib tongue and a good heart. He may not always do the right thing or enjoy pranking as much as the other Hermes children, but he always does what he thinks is right, and will protect those close to him with his life. He may be a prideful dick at times, but he always cares; even if it's hard to tell when he's acting like an ass when you first meet him. Once you work past that little bit of him, he's a pretty decent fellow.
Personality:
Likes:
- Fencing
- Training
- Solitude
- Parkour
- Concealable Weapons
Dislikes:
- Large Fires
- Small Spaces
- His Father and Stepfather
- Police
- Children of Ares
Skills:
- Fencing - after taking classes for a few years, Jasper is adept with a blade.
- Stealing - one of the few things that he has in common with his demigod brothers and sisters.
- Parkour - running up a wall is easier than going around it, after all.
- Sneaking - another useful skill he inherited from his godly parent.
- Cunning - quick thinking and the ability to plan for any contingency is always helpful.
Weaknesses:
- Large Fires - a fear of huge conflagrations isn’t the most helpful of phobias.
- Small Spaces - good old claustrophobia; never leave home without it kids
- Emotions - as badly as he tries to deny their existence, they are inside of him, and they effect him profoundly when they surface.
- Cigarettes - he would kill someone for a pack of them at this point.
Passions:
- Fencing
- Parkour
Fears:
- Large Fires
- Small Spaces
Hobbies:
- Parkour
- Collecting Old Weapons
Fighting Specialty: One on One fighting - give him a fight against a single enemy, and Jasper can take him with ease.
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: Jasper, as with most Children of Hermes, is extremely flexible and athletic, which allows him to do activities such as Parkour. He is also gifted at being silent and sneaky, allowing for him to steal or pickpocket from unsuspecting people on the street or even in their home. Jasper can also teleport, allowing him to escape unfriendly situations or into a certain position. However, he can’t move too far away using this ability, and it drains him of his energy almost completely.
Fatal Flaw: Jasper’s Fatal Flaw is hubris, his believing he is better than all and lower than none. Every time he gets away with a steal or some other such act, he feels as if nothing can touch him and that he is invincible. His own pride often blinds him to the fact that he is being a huge dick, which is, sadly, quite often.
Theme Song:
I lie awake on a long, dark night
I can't seem to tame my mind
Slings and arrows are killing me inside
Maybe I can't accept the life that's mine
No I can't accept the life that's mine
Simple living is my desperate cry
Been trading "love" with indifference yeah it suits me just fine
I try to hold on but I'm calloused to the bone
Maybe that's why I feel alone
Maybe that's why I feel alone
Me...I'm rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I'm covered with skin that peels and it just won't heal
The sun shines and I can't avoid the light
I think I'm holding on to life too tight
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Me...I'm rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I'm covered with skin that peels and it just won't heal
The day reminds me of you
The night hides your truth
The earth is a voice
Speaking to you
Take all this pride
And leave it behind
Because one day it ends
One day we die
Believe what you will
That is your right
But I choose to win
So I choose to fight
To fight
Me... I'm rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I'm covered with skin that peels and it just wont heal.
I'm rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I'm covered with skin that peels and it just wont...
Covered with skin that peels and it just wont...
Covered with skin that peels and it just wont heal.
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Steve - but you can call me Jasper
Age: 16
How long have you been role playing?: Longer than 5 years, less than 10
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced): 4 stars
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Role Playing Sample: (From the Zombie Apocalypse RP I am 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.
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.