Post by jasper stone on Nov 14, 2011 20:13:21 GMT -5
IF I'M A BAD PERSON
[/color]YOU DON'T LIKE ME[/center]
Jasper Gabriel Stone
hi, my name is Jasper. i got 17 candles
on my birthday cake, but i've blown
out 6 years of them. my other characters would be N/A
and the special phrase is
‘Son of Neptune’
on my birthday cake, but i've blown
out 6 years of them. my other characters would be N/A
and the special phrase is
‘Son of Neptune’
I GUESS I'LL MAKE
[/color]MY OWN WAY[/center]
NAME: Jasper Gabriel Stone
NICKNAME: Jazz
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
AGE: 17
BIRTHDAY: October 31st, 1994
SPECIES: Greek Demigod
IT'S A CIRCLE
[/color]A MEAN CYCLE[/center]
HEIGHT: Six feet, One inch
WEIGHT: 175lbs
DISTIGUISHING FEATURES: Tattoo of Icarus on his left forearm, tattoo of the symbol of Hades on his back and shoulders, a scar reaching an inch above and below his left eye.
PLAYBY: Topher Grace
I CAN'T EXCITE YOU
[/color]ANYMORE[/center]
LIKES: Darkness, Hellhounds, Training, Solitude, Rock and Metal Music.
DISLIKES: Intense Lights, Children of Aphrodite, Small Spaces, His Father, Being Judged Due to His Heritage.
STRENGTHS: Fencing and Parkour
WEAKNESSES: Paranoia and His Own Pride.
DREAMS: To Find Love.
FEARS: Small Spaces, His Rash Actions Getting Someone Killed, His Father’s Having Plans For Him.
FATAL FLAW: Hubris - Jasper thinks of himself as better than all and lower than none, and sometimes has trouble believing the world doesn’t revolve around his own prideful ass.
PREFERED WEAPON: Scimitar - curved edge for deflecting and parrying, as well as a thin heavy blade for added cutting power and a pointed end for stabs and ripostes. It is adaptable to whatever situation is at hand, much like Jasper himself.
ABILITIES: As a Son of Hades, Jasper has a few assorted abilities, such as being on good terms with most Hellhounds he meets, some power in the art of Necromancy and raising the dead, shadow manipulation known as Umbrakinesis, and a knack for Fearspeak, similar to the Charmspeak of some of Aphrodite‘s children; he can impose slight feelings of fear on others with his laced words. While he can’t do much with his Necromancy or use his Fearspeak too long, Jasper is adept at using shadows as distractions in a fight as well as traveling through shadows much like Hellhounds or his half sibling Nico. His powers tend to become much less controlled when he is enraged or emotional in some way, though it is never known if he‘ll gain more control or less during these small windows; usually the latter over the former thus far.
ANYTHING ELSE: Jasper is, truly, a Son of Hades. He has a glib tongue and a quick wit, one sarcastic comment or another always a breath away from being spoken. He can be someone’s best friend, or their worst enemy not a moment later. Jasper has a bit of a temper with a tendency to be an arrogant prick, but if you can look past those faults, he is a good person at heart. He may not always conform to the views of others, but he always does what he thinks is right in his own mind, and protects those he cares about with his life. Jasper knows that he isn’t one of the most likeable people, not only because of his parenthood but also his flippant and prideful attitude, but he likes the way he is; it just means those who get to know him like him for who he really is, and not for any other reason.
Jasper also emulates a mix of offensive and defensive fighting, with a kickboxing flare. He has been trained in blades for years, and so he can aptly wield a single blade in one hand, or one in either hand. He excels mostly at single combat, able to take down one enemy quickly and efficiently with his unique fighting style. However, give him multiple opponents, and things get a little trickier as he has to learn to anticipate all of their movements while retaining his own fighting pattern, whereas against a single opponent he only has to worry about thinking a few steps ahead.
WHERE'S YOUR GABLE
[/color]YOUR JURY[/center]
OLYMPIAN PARENT: Hades
MOTHER/FATHER: Debra Stone (Mother), Michael Stone (Stepfather)
SIBLINGS: Nathaniel Stone (Stepbrother), Nico DeAngelo (Half-Brother)
PETS: N/A
HISTORY: Jasper was born in Chicago, and lived there for the first fourteen years of his life. He was constantly avoiding his alcoholic stepfather, while his mother was often at work or trying to placate her husbands temper when she was home. Jasper and his stepbrother Nathaniel, who was four years his senior, were often out of the house and in the back alleys of the city, cutting deals with the neighborhood kids and getting into trouble of all different kinds. It was Nathaniel who basically raised Jasper, acting in the role of a father figure as well as big brother; this led to the Son of Hades learning how to shoplift, steal cars, and how to keep up a bravado when being interviewed by the local cops.
To keep busy, and out of the house, Jasper and his stepbrother joined different recreational groups; the dominant ones being fencing classes and the local parkour building. For years, the two of them were often spending hours everyday either learning how to handle a blade or finding out new ways of getting up and around vertical walls. The fencing came in handy whenever they got into knife fights with local gangs, and the parkour was helpful for avoiding the cops through the back alleys of Chicago. It wasn’t a great life, the two of them often scrounging through trash behind the local pizza joint for food when they didn’t want to go home, but it wasn’t the worst outcome possible for the young demigod. It taught him how to survive, and how to live with diversity. Jasper often thinks that his father influenced the events in his life as well as his mother’s so that he’d live that kind of life; one that would make him stronger, so that Hades could have his perfect little warrior if he ever needed him in the future.
It wasn’t long after his fourteenth birthday that creatures of nightmare started to sniff out his trail, and after he “accidentally” caused his stepfather to run away in fear from some unseen and imaginary shadow entity, a satyr located him and he was whisked to Camp Half Blood for the next three years. Jasper is now seventeen, and has been training and working hard at the Camp the entire time. He isn’t sure what to think of the Romans yet, though he doesn’t have an overt problem with most of them, he is a touch concerned about the Children of Pluto; though that’s likely more a personal dilemma on his part than anything else.
YOU'RE NOT A JUDGE BUT
[/color]IF YOU'RE GONNA JUDGE ME[/center]
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:
((From another RP website))
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.
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.
WELL SENTENCE ME TO
[/color]ANOTHER LIFE[/center]
THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY JESSIE OF DEMIGODS & MONSTERS. DO NOT STEAL/TAKE CREDIT OFF.
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