| Jasper Fox |
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| Portrayed By: | Jackson Rathbone |
| Status: | Deceased |
| Age: | Old |
| Occupation: | Priesty Ex-Priest |
| Significant Other(s): | No one |
| Freak Factor: | Vampire |
Spoiler Warning: Plot and/or ending details follow. This knowledge is provided for Out of Character reading pleasure only, and is not to be used In Character without justified knowledge of the events (such as being present, or having staff permission).
Death
On Wed Jul 7th 2009 at 11:57pm on a sweltering summer's night. Jasper died. The Moon was full…
It was always me - Jasper did what he needed to…
Relationships
Final Thoughts on Everyone
| Name | Relationship | Notes |
| Adrian | Friend | I would never let you leave him like that. You did what you needed too. I don't blame you. |
| Andrew | Friend | Take care of Keith, friend. I am sorry I didn't say goodbye. |
| Brody | Best Friend | I am not mad at you. I love you and always will. I believe in you. |
| Doll | Best Friend | I am sorry I couldn't say goodbye. I wish you love, dear one. You'll always be my best friend. |
| Elias | Love | I forgive you. I love you. I believe in you… breathe. |
| Ian | Friend | Your words touched me. Thank you. I am not angry. Take care of them. |
| Jay | Friend | I gave you my words because I trust you. I am sorry we couldn't share more Jello. Peace be with you. |
| Keith | Friend + | I care about you. Please be okay. Don't do anything stupid. Good bye, dear friend. |
Description
Standing before you is a man standing a plain 6 feet high. On his head is wavy auburn hair which flows to his chin. The hair looks soft and silky. His eyes are bright green and slanted towards his medium sized nose. His cheekbones are high and eyebrows sharp. The man's lips full and slightly darker then his skin. His jaw is well defined and his skin is smooth and pale. His neck is thin, muscled and long.
He has broad, thin shoulders that are slightly freckled. His shoulders run to his slightly muscled arms. His black coat covering most of his midsection, torso and thighs. Underneath is a plain black button down shirt with the top two buttons undone. His wrists are thin and bony. Wrapped around them there are two inch wide plain leather bracelets, one on each wrist. He has large but thin hands. Like a piano player. His hands are soft but muscled. His nails are trimmed, short and well manicured. The dark grey pants he wears, hug his legs tightly. Their tailored style hug his legs. They hang past his ankles leaving enough room for black polished boots underneath.
Background
So…you want to know about my life. Very well. I was born 186 years ago in 1823. My father was a Captain of a Fishing boat of the cost of Maine. That's about all I know of the man. He died before I started remembering things. My mother was unable to care for me and once I reached schooling age she sent me away to the church. I don't remember much about her either. All I know is I am glad she did what she did. I know my faith. I look around and it doesn't matter how bleak things get I know something out there is watching over us. I look at nature and know something created it. I have always been able to help people to feel how I feel, which as a priest helps if you can guide your flock by their emotions.
I was trained in the cloth and I served in the cloth. I learned the languages of the bible and studied it night and day. It was the only way I knew until she showed up. A seductress with the wiles of Jezabel. She continually came to confess her sins to me as I walked to the church. She never came into church though. She would speak of killing people and demons. I thought she was a troubled girl with an illness. She wore fancy dresses and large hair so I know she had money. Probably the daughter of the Judge and he is too embarrassed to let her out in day light.
One night, however, she talked of dreams. I stopped. The lack of movement I will forever regret. With a blurr of motion I was dragged into the nearest alley and she bit me. I was so aghast that a woman was biting me until I felt the pierce. Her fangs sunk into me and I was breathless. I felt an emptiness filling me. She raised her hand and I saw blood. She continued to drink as her blood dripped into my mouth. I don't remember much after the first few drops.
I died… December 3rd 1842 in an alley on my way to midnight mass.
I woke up to a mouse crawling across the floor I was lying on. I could feel its heart beat, smell its blood. It seemed wrong. Everything was wrong. I was covered in dirt and smelt disgusting. I didn't move for hours, possibly days. Finally, I rose to my feet and cleaned myself. The hunger was overwhelming. I wanted to drink. I wanted to stop this hunger.
The next years were full of blood shed and anger. I was a demon. I was dead. I was lost in an ever swirling lack of life. I just fed, leaving body after body in my wake.
In the early 1900's, I found a school full of children. I sated my hunger on most of them. Their innocent blood trickling down my chin and neck. Allison, on of the younger students, walked up to me without fear and gently touched my face. I don't know what she did but suddenly I felt guilty. This child made me realize I have come to sin more then I thought possible. I will never know what happened to Allison as I left in a hurry.
I holed up near a farm for two years, eating the sick and dying animals. Every face I had ever killed looked at me in my dreams begging and asking why them. The worst part: I never had an answer for them. They were just convenient. It was my hunger against their survival and I won every time. I had become a monster so gruesome that my nightmares haunted me, every day.
Nothing I ever do will change my past but maybe God will forgive me if I follow him again and confess. I can't go into the church nor should I. I am a demon with human skin. I need to do more then just confess. I need to fight. I have to make sure the scales of justice are attuned. Those guilty men and women would be my food. I vowed to never kill another innocent in my life. The evil are fair game. I may not have the strength of some of my brothers but what I lack in strength I make up for in mind. Don't take me wrong… I can fight well. I prefer speed over brute force.
So here I am in 2009. I have seen long elegant fancy dresses change to mini skirts and daisy dukes. Horse back changed to Horse power. Candles for Electricity. All this advance in technology and man is getting worse not better. I have avoided the slayers for fear of my life…that she won't understand and she will just kill me because I am the enemy. I have been known to protect the innocent against better judgment which led to myself being tortured by my brethren for over a year but that didn't matter. My one year for the rest of their life. So what. God will bless me…I hope.
Significant People
Stats
*Attractiveness +2
*Fast Reaction Time
*Hard To Kill
*Reduced Damage
*Ex-priest
*Regeneration
Soundtrack
Wipe that smile off your face - Our Lady Peace
Mad World - Gary Jules
Falling Slowly - Glen Hansard
Get through This - Art of Dying
Logs
In the Library
College is Dangerous
Going Down
Jasper vs Bryn = Hospital for Jasper
The Call of Drama
PRP: BYOB Joystick
No Jell-O for You!
SRP: Eclipsing the Flock pt. 5
Other Urls
Night Time Ramblings - Jaspers Thoughts
Gallery
