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The day started off normally. The skies were hued a pale gray, blocking the sun in a thick layer of clouds. Clumps of white rained down from the heavens, sticking to the ground, looking as if everything had been dusted with powdered sugar. From up on the islands, everything looked picturesque. Straight from a photograph, perfect in every way.
Jasper often took this for granted. He had lived on this planet many, many years. He lived so long that even unnatural beauty didn't faze him. With beyond perfect vision, he was able to pick the flaws of everything seemingly perfect thing. He could find the darkness in everything. Everything was corrupt, everything dirty. Nothing was ever as it seemed, not even the allure of the islands.
the truth itself will speak
For so many years, the agender feline lived in the dark. He had no hope, no ambition. He was cynical and cold, like a machine. He had been programmed to kill, a robot without feeling. The only emotions he felt was when he took someone's life -- and only then, he felt theirs. The pain that burned through their body, the horror, the fear that washed over them, he felt. He felt every shred of pain, of sorrow, of remorse. And that had its effect on him. He found ways to cut off his empathy, to not feel anymore. He wouldn't have wished this on his worst enemies, this feeling of despair and hopelessness.
volumes when we're dying.
It wasn't the life he would've chosen for himself. Even his mortal life wasn't something he was proud of. An abusive home, leaving to join the Rebels, no friends or family to call his own. But even that was better than meeting her. He would've rather died a thousand times than met her. It was too late, though. She had her eyes on him and not even God could've helped him.
Maria. His creator, his 'savior'. She had been starting an army, a different one than he was used to. He found her, along with her other friends, and thought he was helping. That's all he wanted to do -- help. He just wanted everyone else's life to be better than his. His life was a shitty goddamn mess, so why should anyone else's be like that? No one deserved that. He didn't think life could get any worse, but he was oh so wrong.
all was bathed in silence
After she changed him, she used him. She made him carry out her dirty work, killing and fighting thousands. With his particular abilities, he was able to do this easily. He thought she loved him, thought she cared about him. All he wanted was love, someone to appreciate him. This was not love. It was hardly anything more than a partnership -- and a parasitic one at that. But he thought, oh how he thought, she actually cared for him. He thought what they had was love.
we spoke to ourselves with
For decades this little charade went on. Jasper, killing and training others while Maria simply instigated the whole ordeal. This was the only life he knew -- fighting. As much as it physically pained him to do so, he continued. For Maria. But he grew depressed. He grew tired of this life, tired of hurting others. Maria knew; she could tell something was up. So she did the only thing she could think of -- planned to have him killed.
the lies that lay beside us
Things never came to that, of course. Jasper left before she made the full arrangements, as he felt her sudden mood shift. He ran away with a few of his friends, but even that didn't fulfill him. Chronically depressed, he left Peter and Charlotte and after a few years, then stumbled into BlizzardClan. Life wasn't necessarily better living in a group of mortals, but it wasn't worse, per se. A lot of things happened in his short time in BlizzardClan, including meeting the love of his life, which definitely changed things, but he left to be with his mate.
we kissed on the mouth then
For whatever reason, he came back. And there he was now, missing Alice more and more by the day. He knew a few months wouldn't be too long, especially since he could see her whenever he wanted, but she was the only thing that made him happy. She was the only thing that made him feel alive.
all was bathed in firelight
Jasper's brown eyes were on the sky. Only his body was there. His mind was far, far away. Step by step, he trudged down the stairs, his movements mechanical and robotic. He was merely a vessel at this point, no consciousness present. He only noticed the intruder when he nearly ran through them.
we kissed on the mouth when
The rogue wasn't a typical one -- they were like him. Immortal, nearly impossible to kill. Their crazed red eyes widened and a snarl ripped through their throat, the hair along their back standing on edge. Jasper reacted instinctually; he crouched down and leapt forward, tackling the vampire in record speed. This should've been an easy kill, something that he could've done in his sleep. If only things were that simple.
"Matas la." Kill her. The words rung in his head, the familiar voice causing him to panic. Jasper yelped and tumbled backwards, dread coursing throughout his body. It was her. How could it be? He left her long, long ago. His head frantically snapped around, expecting to see the other vampire, only to be met with the familiar comforts of the forest beneath his home. His ears pressed against his head and he hyperventilated, his body shaking.
The rogue loner ripped at his leg with venom-coated teeth, consequentially snapping Jasper back into the moment. He raised a trembling paw and slammed it across the other's head, watching chips of marble skin fly from them. "Buen trabajo. ¡Otra vez!" The words echoed in his head once again, starling him enough to fall. Taking their chance, the wounded vampire dashed off, knowing they would quickly lose this fight.
"¡Lo dejas ir!" Maria screeched in his ear. Jasper collapsed in a heap, his claws digging into his ears. "Stop it!" He wept, trembling in fear. This couldn't be happening. It was simply illogical. But still, this felt so real, so genuine.
"¿Por qué me dejaste, Jasper? Why did you leave me?" The vampire shook his head, bottom lip quivering. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The words fell from his mouth, repeating and repeating again. If he could produce tears, he would be crying like a newborn baby. He hugged his body close to the ground, crumbling rocks beneath him with his strength.
or worse, that i was dying...
He was too young to be broken.
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( ooc ) 1099 words. this is kinda shitty bc im outta spoons buuuut idc haha. td;dr: basically, jasper had a breakdown and is currently a Mess at the bottom of the stairs. but yeaH go nuts kiddos
GENERAL
jasper whitlock // npc x npc // agender // he/him pronouns // 19 months physically // 172 years mentally/spiritually // blizzardclan // warrior // ex head combatant // heavily scarred russet tabby // eyes change color based on hunger // demipansexual demipanromantic
PERSONALITY
cold // stoic // majorly empathetic // cuts off empathy // self-loathing // militaristic // polite // southern gentleman // overprotective // uncontrollable thirst // has ptsd and dpd // logical
POWERS
super speed // super strength // project & manipulate emotions // eye color manip (uncontrollable) // vampirism // super senses // venomous fangs // glows in sunlight // granite skin
INTERACTION
extreme physically // medium mentally // attack in bold white // okay to powerplay peaceful, nonviolent, or healing actions unless otherwise stated
OTHER
based off jasper hale from the twilight series // ic opinions strictly ic // links to be added
