Post by Jasper Hale on Nov 2, 2009 1:01:46 GMT
(Jasper Whitlock Hale)
'CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS
AND LIVE IN HILL TOP HOUSES DRIVING FIFTEEN CARS!
[/colour][/center]'CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS
AND LIVE IN HILL TOP HOUSES DRIVING FIFTEEN CARS!
NAME: Jasper Whitlock Hale
NICKNAMES: - Jazz
- Jazzy
AGE: Physically Twenty years old, although he is in fact One Hundred and Seventy years old
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
SPECIES: Vampire
AFFILIATION: The Cullen Family
DIET: Vegetarian
POWER: To both feel and manipulate the emotions of others
CANON OR ORIGINAL:Canon
THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAP
AND WE'LL ALL STAY SKINNY CAUSE WE JUST WON'T EAT!
[/colour][/center]AND WE'LL ALL STAY SKINNY CAUSE WE JUST WON'T EAT!
PLAY-BY: Jackson Rathbone
HAIR AND EYES: Honey blonde hair and the golden eyes of a Vegetarian vampire
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: Six foot, Three inches tall and One Hundred and Sixty Eight pounds
BODY TYPE: Lean, but muscular
I WANT A BRAND NEW HOUSE ON AN EPISODE OF CRIBS
AND A BATHROOM I CAN PLAY BASEBALL IN!
[/colour][/center]AND A BATHROOM I CAN PLAY BASEBALL IN!
LIKES:
- Alice Cullen
- Spending time with his family
- Baseball
- Hunting
- Solitude (every once in a while)
- Philosophy
- The feel of rain on his skin
DISLIKES:
- Being apart from Alice
- His want to drink from humans (although this is not so strong now)
- The scars that cover his arms, neck, jaw and back
- The Wolves (although he doesn’t like to admit it)
- The Volturi
STRENGTHS:
- Alice
- His ability
- He is a strong fighter
- His knowledge of newborn vampires
- Protective
WEAKNESSES:
- Alice
- His ability
- His want for ‘real’ blood
- His distrust of the Volturi
HABITS:
- Biting his nails
- Hiding all his emotions
SECRETS:
- Although he tells his family he no longer craves human blood, Jasper still finds it difficult to stick only to the Vegetarian diet.
- He wishes he didn’t have his ability – it often frustrates Jasper to feel the emotions of all those around him.
PERSONALITY: Jasper often keeps himself to himself and his militaristic mindset means he often comes across as cold and unfriendly. This is certainly not the case. His warmer side is seen through his love for Alice - he's do anything for her, and protect her even if it meant giving his own life.
Soon after leaving Maria, Jasper went through a period of severe depression. He has a strong conscience and his wrong doings almost drove him to suicide. Now that he is living amongst humans again, he often tries to act as a soothing presence. He wants those around him to feel at ease as this, ultimately, helps him to relax a little more too.
As a human, Jasper was often described as charasmatic and likeable. His difficulties in following the vegetarian lifestyle and also dealing with the pain he inflicted on others whilst with Maria mean he has become a shadow of his former self. Nevertheless, his time with the Cullen family seem to be breaking this barrier down and he is well on the way to becoming a much more open person once more.
I NEED A CREDIT CARD THAT'S GOT NO LIMIT
A BIG BLACK JET WITH A BEDROOM IN IT!
[/colour][/center]A BIG BLACK JET WITH A BEDROOM IN IT!
MOTHER: Esme Cullen - Adoptive
FATHER: Carlisle Cullen - Adoptive
SIBLINGS: Edward Cullen – Adoptive Brother
Bella Cullen – Adoptive Sister-in-Law
Rosalie Hale – Adoptive Sister
Emmett Cullen – Adoptive Brother
OTHER FAMILY: Alice Cullen – Wife
Renesmee Cullen – Neice
PETS: None
HISTORY: Born in Texas, 1843, Jasper spent his entire childhood preparing himself to join the army. In fact, unable to stand the wait any longer, Jasper lied about his age and joined the Confederate Army in 1860, claiming he was already 18. It seemed not to matter, though, as his passion for the job and his ability to follow orders to the very finest of details saw him reach the position of Major in just over 2 years. A kind leader, Jasper treated every man in his troop equally and became protective of them. Upon his disappearance, there was mourning throughout the ranks.
Stopped one night by Maria, Lucy and Nettie Jasper's life changed forever. They saw him as a valuable assett; one to keep. Maria changed him herself, hoping that his experience in the army would prove useful for her when creating an army of her own. Maria was fond of Jasper, noting his ability to control the emotions of the other vampires around him. He was able to create a strong bond amongst the newborns and train them to levels that were almost unimaginable. He even helped Maria overcome her sisters when they tried to rebel against the cause. But even this wasn't to last. As Maria asked Jasper to kill off the newborns who were no longer useful to them, he realised just how sickened he was with himself. Choosing to run away that night, he left the camp with two other vampires: Peter and Charlotte.
Living as a Nomad, Jasper fed from the humans they came across. But his ability to feel their emotions as they died drove Jasper into depression and he soon stopped feeding altogether. Leaving Peter and Charlotte, he wondered alone reaching Philadelphia full of self loathing and thoughts of suicide. But salvation waited for him in the form of Alice. She had seen the pair together, living happily with the Cullen family on a strict vegetarian diet. She was the light at the end of his tunnel and he followed her happily, instantly in love with the girl.
IT'S LIKE THE BOTTOM OF THE NINTH AND I'M NEVER GONNA WIN
LIFE HASN'T TURNED OUT QUITE THE WAY I WANT IT TO BE!
[/colour][/center]LIFE HASN'T TURNED OUT QUITE THE WAY I WANT IT TO BE!
ALIAS: Abbie
HOW YOU FOUND US: Stephy!
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: About a year?
ROLE-PLAYING EXAMPLE:
Watching Snape, Draco could see the professor's thoughts were elsewhere. He felt awkward standing there in his office, like he was interrupting something. He dropped his gaze to the desk again, letting his eyes linger over the drawer with the hidden photo. For a moment, he let his mind ponder who it could be of. Draco had never been aware of Snape's personal life - be it family or friends - and figured the poor man lived alone. He wondered if it could be a photo of a childhood sweetheart or perhaps even a favourite student; much like the new teacher: Slughorn. Draco almost laughed. His lips twitching slightly but not forming a smile, he let the thought bury itself away. If one thing was certain, it was that Snape was not capable of positive feelings. Although people often told Draco he was the professor's 'favourite', he knew himself that Severus no doubt just had more tolerance for him. He was quite sure, however, there was no 'like' in the relationship. Finally bringing his attention back to Snape's face, Draco was surprised to see the man's eyes carefully scrutinising him. He held back a flinch and, although he tried to hold the other man's gaze, let his eyes drift slowly round the room. Occasionally, he would glance back to the professor only to find he was still being examined. The thought made him uneasy and his posture suggested the very same. Swallowing heavily, he took a small, almost unnoticeable backward step from the desk and looked down at the floor.
Snape's words were cold and they bit at Draco's self esteem. He was embarrassed and knew Severus had spotted his weakness. Even as the professor, although reluctantly, agreed to offer him some form of help, Draco didn't let a smile grace his lips. He simply nodded once curtly and finally took a seat opposite the man. His hands were folded in his lap, yet he found it impossible to keep them still. Pulling at his own fingers, Draco looked almost impatient, "You don't seem particularly happy about it, Sir. If you're so reluctant to help, why bother making the promise at all?" Draco spat bitterly as he cast a sideways glance over the rest of the room. His voice shook slightly - a mixture of anger and fear. As Snape laughed, Draco swiftly returned his attention to him and sent what he hoped was a dark look in the professor’s direction. His face dropped, however, and the look was much more pained than he had wanted. Draco wanted to stand up and shout. He was tired of being laughed at. He knew Bellatrix and no doubt many of the other Death Eaters doubted he had what it took to complete the task. They wanted it for themselves...The glory, the honour; they were jealous of the ‘Malofy boy’. For this reason alone, and perhaps only this, Draco was determined to fulfil the task. He wanted to show the Death Eaters just what he was capable of. He wanted to be the one who was laughing...
Again Snape avoided an answer to Draco’s question. He didn’t like it. Seeing the reluctance to tell the truth only piqued the boy’s curiosity more. As much as he’d liked to have believed he’d been chosen due to his potential skill, Snape’s behaviour suggested otherwise. In fact, he began to fear he was being punished more than anything else, “If I didn’t want to know I wouldn’t ask! And if it somehow hadn’t occurred you, I’m already angry!” He growled in reply, leaning forward over the table a little. His temper was short, his emotions on the fritz. He could switch from irritation to pure rage in a matter of minutes. Staring back into his cold, stern eyes Draco saw his own reflection briefly. The sight of himself made him cringe and forced him to retreat a little. The weight of the task was most definitely taking its toll on him to the extent that it was impossible to hide. It was clear that Snape was, perhaps, disappointed with the boy’s fragility. Looking closer now, Draco was able to spot the nervous glances he got every now and again. It only added to his own anxieties.
Draco frowned slightly. He’d always assumed the professor hadn’t been aware of his visit to Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley and was hoping to fill him in about himself. That way it, at least, looked like he’d been doing something...He dropped his gaze for a moment, only looking up to see the glass of Pumpkin Juice being slid across the table to him. He took it gratefully, yet only took a small sip before placing the glass down again. He wasn’t sure if the professor’s next comment was a compliment or not...Yet a small smile tugged at Draco’s lips none the less. Yes, he knew he could be intelligent. He was possibly one of the most advanced students in the school when it came to non-verbal spells. The smile, however, fell again as Draco lifted his head to address Snape fully, “Of course I remember Borgin and Burkes. I’ve been back on several occasions...I suppose you’re also aware of the second cabinet in the room of requirement?” He paused for a moment, waiting for a sign of confirmation, “I’ve decided to repair it. How on earth that’ll happen, I don’t know. But if it takes me all year, I will get it done,” For the first time since Draco entered the room, his eyes flashed with determination. It was almost like a transformation; colour returned to his face and the grey orbs of his irises looked less dead. Yet the exhaustion was still obvious. It was almost impossible to hide now. But as quickly as the feeling had come, it was wiped away again. Snape seemed to have a skill; a talent at making Draco feel small and powerless.
“Bit selfish, don’t you think?” He muttered darkly as the real reason for his offer of help was revealed, “Not that I blame you...” He added quickly for fear of losing it again. Draco sighed. This was his problem: using brain instead of brawn. He’d hidden behind his tough exterior for so many years now, that when it came down to using his knowledge it was difficult to find. He knew that Dumbledore was just as aware of his magical skill as Snape was. It would make it difficult to surprise the old man...Glancing back to the door again, Draco’s insides began to burn with rage. A psych ward? He’d be all too happy...Turning his head back to Snape slowly he arched an eyebrow and pushed himself to his feet. The chair he’d been sat on squealed against the floor.
“Then perhaps you should call someone?” Draco hissed through clenched teeth. Again with the mood swings. They were becoming all too difficult to control. With his eyes still on Severus, Draco backed swiftly into the main body of the room and threw the books that had only recently been righted back to the floor again. Without pausing to look at them, Draco let his anger take over. Soon, chairs were flying into the walls, glasses were smashing and the white canvas that acted as a screen for the projector had been torn. Draco cried out incomprehensible curses as he went, not bothering to register the amount of damage he was causing. Beads of sweat began to roll down his forehead, yet still the boy did not give in. If this was the only way to be taken seriously, then so be it.
Snape's words were cold and they bit at Draco's self esteem. He was embarrassed and knew Severus had spotted his weakness. Even as the professor, although reluctantly, agreed to offer him some form of help, Draco didn't let a smile grace his lips. He simply nodded once curtly and finally took a seat opposite the man. His hands were folded in his lap, yet he found it impossible to keep them still. Pulling at his own fingers, Draco looked almost impatient, "You don't seem particularly happy about it, Sir. If you're so reluctant to help, why bother making the promise at all?" Draco spat bitterly as he cast a sideways glance over the rest of the room. His voice shook slightly - a mixture of anger and fear. As Snape laughed, Draco swiftly returned his attention to him and sent what he hoped was a dark look in the professor’s direction. His face dropped, however, and the look was much more pained than he had wanted. Draco wanted to stand up and shout. He was tired of being laughed at. He knew Bellatrix and no doubt many of the other Death Eaters doubted he had what it took to complete the task. They wanted it for themselves...The glory, the honour; they were jealous of the ‘Malofy boy’. For this reason alone, and perhaps only this, Draco was determined to fulfil the task. He wanted to show the Death Eaters just what he was capable of. He wanted to be the one who was laughing...
Again Snape avoided an answer to Draco’s question. He didn’t like it. Seeing the reluctance to tell the truth only piqued the boy’s curiosity more. As much as he’d liked to have believed he’d been chosen due to his potential skill, Snape’s behaviour suggested otherwise. In fact, he began to fear he was being punished more than anything else, “If I didn’t want to know I wouldn’t ask! And if it somehow hadn’t occurred you, I’m already angry!” He growled in reply, leaning forward over the table a little. His temper was short, his emotions on the fritz. He could switch from irritation to pure rage in a matter of minutes. Staring back into his cold, stern eyes Draco saw his own reflection briefly. The sight of himself made him cringe and forced him to retreat a little. The weight of the task was most definitely taking its toll on him to the extent that it was impossible to hide. It was clear that Snape was, perhaps, disappointed with the boy’s fragility. Looking closer now, Draco was able to spot the nervous glances he got every now and again. It only added to his own anxieties.
Draco frowned slightly. He’d always assumed the professor hadn’t been aware of his visit to Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley and was hoping to fill him in about himself. That way it, at least, looked like he’d been doing something...He dropped his gaze for a moment, only looking up to see the glass of Pumpkin Juice being slid across the table to him. He took it gratefully, yet only took a small sip before placing the glass down again. He wasn’t sure if the professor’s next comment was a compliment or not...Yet a small smile tugged at Draco’s lips none the less. Yes, he knew he could be intelligent. He was possibly one of the most advanced students in the school when it came to non-verbal spells. The smile, however, fell again as Draco lifted his head to address Snape fully, “Of course I remember Borgin and Burkes. I’ve been back on several occasions...I suppose you’re also aware of the second cabinet in the room of requirement?” He paused for a moment, waiting for a sign of confirmation, “I’ve decided to repair it. How on earth that’ll happen, I don’t know. But if it takes me all year, I will get it done,” For the first time since Draco entered the room, his eyes flashed with determination. It was almost like a transformation; colour returned to his face and the grey orbs of his irises looked less dead. Yet the exhaustion was still obvious. It was almost impossible to hide now. But as quickly as the feeling had come, it was wiped away again. Snape seemed to have a skill; a talent at making Draco feel small and powerless.
“Bit selfish, don’t you think?” He muttered darkly as the real reason for his offer of help was revealed, “Not that I blame you...” He added quickly for fear of losing it again. Draco sighed. This was his problem: using brain instead of brawn. He’d hidden behind his tough exterior for so many years now, that when it came down to using his knowledge it was difficult to find. He knew that Dumbledore was just as aware of his magical skill as Snape was. It would make it difficult to surprise the old man...Glancing back to the door again, Draco’s insides began to burn with rage. A psych ward? He’d be all too happy...Turning his head back to Snape slowly he arched an eyebrow and pushed himself to his feet. The chair he’d been sat on squealed against the floor.
“Then perhaps you should call someone?” Draco hissed through clenched teeth. Again with the mood swings. They were becoming all too difficult to control. With his eyes still on Severus, Draco backed swiftly into the main body of the room and threw the books that had only recently been righted back to the floor again. Without pausing to look at them, Draco let his anger take over. Soon, chairs were flying into the walls, glasses were smashing and the white canvas that acted as a screen for the projector had been torn. Draco cried out incomprehensible curses as he went, not bothering to register the amount of damage he was causing. Beads of sweat began to roll down his forehead, yet still the boy did not give in. If this was the only way to be taken seriously, then so be it.
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