Post by jasper on Mar 31, 2011 23:12:03 GMT -4
[/size]JASPER MATHIEU DEVEROUXTHIS IS THE LIFE
Nicknames: Jas, Jasy, Jay
Age: Twenty-two
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Instrument: Guitar
Band: FADED MEMORIES
Personality:
PROTECTIVE: Being the oldest (and only) son in the household, Jasper always felt the need to kind of “take charge,” in a sense. Though he’s clearly not the most masculine, manly-man around, and may even be cowardly at times, he knows when and how to step up if the need arises. Especially after his father died, his protective, family instincts really kicked up into high gear. He had a younger sister barely in elementary school and a mother left with next to nothing, of course he had to try to stand up and somehow fill his dad’s shoes. Of course, being only eight, this certainly wasn’t easy, as his age made him unable to really do anything substantial, like get a job, but he tried to help in small ways by taking care of his younger sister and keeping his room clean and other little family tasks. This trait stuck with him as he got older, and he grew into a sort of “teddy bear” like persona… well, if teddy bears were really thin and dressed like hobos. He likes playing that big brother type role for other people, and he gets super protective over his friends. If someone he cares about is hurt, you bet Jasper will fly into action. Sure, he can’t throw a punch and his chances of ever winning a fight are one in a million, but you can bet he’ll try if it means making someone feel better.
FRIENDLY: It’s not unusual for Jasper to be a little shy when you first meet him, but he is certainly never aloof or standoffish. He’s a little quiet, but not in a mean way or a way that would make you think he’s not interested in talking. That’s the thing – he is quite interested in striking up a conversation, but sometimes, he just doesn’t know how. Jasper’s kind of awkward when you first meet him. He’ll stammer and smile and bumble his way around the discussion until things finally settle and get more comfortable. But he’ll always try his best to be nice, no matter what, especially when meeting new people. Jasper very greatly values his friends, and will be fiercely loyal and most of the time pleasant once those first few awkward encounters pass.
ROMANTIC: Jasper is a hopeless romantic, yet living in a fantasy world. Though it’s been years, he is still somewhat hung up on his high school crush, and the mother of his daughter, Emma. He will never, ever, admit this, though, perhaps not even to himself. Because of this, he tends to pull back when he starts to get close to anyone, romantically, because he is afraid of moving on, and possibly making the same mistakes over again. However, when and if that barrier is broken, Jasper can be an absolute sweetheart. He’s loving and attentive, unafraid to show affection and let his girl know that he cares.
WORRISOME: Though Jasper tries to act easy-going and laid back, in the back of his head, he’s worrying constantly. He lives inside his mind, where his thoughts tend to race back and forth until he drives himself insane with anxiety. It isn’t uncommon to see Jasper on edge and tense, just completely consumed in his own daydreams. He’s constantly planning out his life, every little move, where he has to go, and what time, for how long, etc. It overwhelms him sometimes, but he does have a means of keeping it sort of under control: smoking. Jasper smokes like a chimney. He’ll light up one cigarette after another until his nerves subside. However, he has been, unsuccessfully, trying to quit, for the sake of his daughter and his own health. It’s the only way he gets any relief from his worries.
EASY TO READ: Anyone can walk up to Jasper and read him like a book. He wears his heart on his sleeve to the utmost degree. If he’s happy, you best be ready to go celebrate, because he will be jumping for joy all over the place. If he’s sad, or angry, well, maybe it’s best if you just leave him be, because you’ll surely know when he’s feeling down, too. He has absolutely no poker face. You will always know the main emotion that is going through Jasper’s mind at the time, which is kind of a blessing and a curse for him. For one thing, as mentioned, he’ll never be a successful gambler. But, at the same time, at least you’ll always know his honest opinion on something.
STUBBORN: Don’t try to change Jasper, and don’t criticize him. He will get extremely, extremely defensive and probably just stop listening to you. It’s childish, how rigid he is in the things he does, and in his beliefs. He is often easily embarrassed, and becomes very distressed when he feels as though someone is trying to “attack” him. Trying to get Jasper to admit he’s wrong is like trying to get a four year old to take medicine: it’ll happen eventually, but not after a bitter fight. He’s resistant to change and honestly would rather run from his problems than face them. In his mind, pushing things under the rug is easier than dealing with the pain and anxiety and worry.
Likes:
- photography
- music
- sketching
- reading
- writing
- film/movies
- romance
- vodka
- tattoos
- video games
Dislikes:
- change
- obnoxious chewing
- being late
- fake laughs
- boredom
- swimming
- instability
- feeling confused
- being "out of the loop"
- disappointment
Goals:
- overcome his problems with smoking
- provide a healthy, positive life for his daughter
- make his family proud
Fears:
- messing up his daughter's life
- embarrassing his family
- loneliness and being abandoned
- change, even if it is for the better
Secrets:
- still misses his ex-girlfriend even though she cheated on him and left years ago
- deals with a lot of anxiety yet often refuses to talk to anyone about it
Appearance: 200 words
History: 300 words
BEHIND THE MASK
OOC Name: Madeline!
RP Experience: A few years or so, on and off
Contacts: AIM / Skype / PM
RP Sample:
The Cat-Scratch Club: despite it being one of the most sophisticated and well-known gentleman's clubs out there, Jasper Devine couldn't help but feel like some sort of sleaze anytime he so much as walked by, let alone went inside it. Just the thought of watching a bunch of half-naked women swinging around a pole made him feel so... dirty, as if he was absolutely desperate for companionship, or some sort of cheap thrill ride. Plus, his reputation was already pretty horrible as it was; he didn't need everyone else in town thinking he was some sort of manwhore who was out for a good time to make things even worse... not that Jasper really thought much about what society thought of him, of course. But, still, he was definitely guaranteed to never find a girlfriend if everyone considered him to be some sort of trashy slut, so, it was probably best to steer clear of that kind of stereotype, at least until he graduated, and broke out of all the drama and gossip that high school was packaged with.
However, as awkward as Jasper felt about being there, it did give off those heated vibes that came with the nightlife, thus making it a wonderful spot to take pictures, purely for the fact that it showed reality at it's finest... or perhaps just most twisted. The intense passion and lust burning in the eyes of men and women alike was that of profound ferocity and desire, and reflected in the dim, multi-colored lights that flashed around the dancers and viewers, it made for truly awe-inspiring photos. The behaviors of those inside the club were barbaric and animalistic, thus showing a darker, more extreme side of Paigeville, driven by desire and pleasure -- the complete opposite of the quiet, homely state of being the town was known for. Thus being the reason why Jasper had taken the trip there, all by his lonesome, with nothing but his own mind and camera for company: for the realism he was able to capture within his photography.
And so, with one more quick glance over his shoulder, he bit his lip, held his breath, and slipped through the large, tinted-glass doors that held the divide between the complexities of the real world and a land of erotic fantasies, a place that offered an escape, where men and women could forget their conflicts and delve into their own sensual phantasms, if only for one night. He hesitated in the threshold for a moment, his eyes wide and jaw dropped, clutching the camera that hung from his shoulder in the same manner that some sort of perplexed or shocked child would clutch their teddy bear or blanket. Part of him was tempted to just run back out again, back to the sweet innocence that was his home, or the cute little park down the street -- back to some place he knew to be safe. But, his tense muscles refused to contract and turn around. He felt much too bewildered to move. The place was like an elegant car wreck: hideous and terrible, and yet, oh so intriguing. The kind of thing you didn't want to look at, and yet couldn't take your eyes off of. It was disgusting... and yet Jasper had never been more fascinated.
Slowly but surely, he began to regain consciousness, feeling his motor skills suddenly kicking back into gear. He simultaneously shook his head and blinked rapidly in succession, hoping to bring himself back down to Earth a bit faster than the rate he was going. He chewed on the inside of his lip anxiously before finally moving out of the doorway, dodging and sliding gracefully in and out of the crowds of people in search of the bar. After such a thrilling experience that was walking into the Cat-Scratch Club for the first time, he was in dire need of something to dull his senses and relax the fast-paced beating of his heart.
Once out of the thick jungle of people that had swarmed around the stage, Jasper exhaled deeply, heavily releasing the breath he was holding in, the claustrophobia that had begun to swarm him dissipating like smoke in the air. He gingerly slid into one of the empty seats on the edge, still gripping the camera at his side, so tightly that the texture of it was beginning to embed itself into Jasper's palm. The sweet fragrances of alcohol and cigarettes suddenly began to flow through his nostrils, their scent already beginning to calm him down. His hazel eyes scanned the area behind the counter, hoping to catch the eye of the bartender. However, before he could spot whomever it was that was mixing drinks, his curious gaze wandered over to the stage, the three women upon it slowly beginning to capture his interest.
However, as awkward as Jasper felt about being there, it did give off those heated vibes that came with the nightlife, thus making it a wonderful spot to take pictures, purely for the fact that it showed reality at it's finest... or perhaps just most twisted. The intense passion and lust burning in the eyes of men and women alike was that of profound ferocity and desire, and reflected in the dim, multi-colored lights that flashed around the dancers and viewers, it made for truly awe-inspiring photos. The behaviors of those inside the club were barbaric and animalistic, thus showing a darker, more extreme side of Paigeville, driven by desire and pleasure -- the complete opposite of the quiet, homely state of being the town was known for. Thus being the reason why Jasper had taken the trip there, all by his lonesome, with nothing but his own mind and camera for company: for the realism he was able to capture within his photography.
And so, with one more quick glance over his shoulder, he bit his lip, held his breath, and slipped through the large, tinted-glass doors that held the divide between the complexities of the real world and a land of erotic fantasies, a place that offered an escape, where men and women could forget their conflicts and delve into their own sensual phantasms, if only for one night. He hesitated in the threshold for a moment, his eyes wide and jaw dropped, clutching the camera that hung from his shoulder in the same manner that some sort of perplexed or shocked child would clutch their teddy bear or blanket. Part of him was tempted to just run back out again, back to the sweet innocence that was his home, or the cute little park down the street -- back to some place he knew to be safe. But, his tense muscles refused to contract and turn around. He felt much too bewildered to move. The place was like an elegant car wreck: hideous and terrible, and yet, oh so intriguing. The kind of thing you didn't want to look at, and yet couldn't take your eyes off of. It was disgusting... and yet Jasper had never been more fascinated.
Slowly but surely, he began to regain consciousness, feeling his motor skills suddenly kicking back into gear. He simultaneously shook his head and blinked rapidly in succession, hoping to bring himself back down to Earth a bit faster than the rate he was going. He chewed on the inside of his lip anxiously before finally moving out of the doorway, dodging and sliding gracefully in and out of the crowds of people in search of the bar. After such a thrilling experience that was walking into the Cat-Scratch Club for the first time, he was in dire need of something to dull his senses and relax the fast-paced beating of his heart.
Once out of the thick jungle of people that had swarmed around the stage, Jasper exhaled deeply, heavily releasing the breath he was holding in, the claustrophobia that had begun to swarm him dissipating like smoke in the air. He gingerly slid into one of the empty seats on the edge, still gripping the camera at his side, so tightly that the texture of it was beginning to embed itself into Jasper's palm. The sweet fragrances of alcohol and cigarettes suddenly began to flow through his nostrils, their scent already beginning to calm him down. His hazel eyes scanned the area behind the counter, hoping to catch the eye of the bartender. However, before he could spot whomever it was that was mixing drinks, his curious gaze wandered over to the stage, the three women upon it slowly beginning to capture his interest.