Jasper Scarrow

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001. NAME• Jasper Thamos Scarrow
002. NICKNAME• Jasper, Jasz, Jazzy, Fur-face
003. AGE• real 25-ish?
004. BIRTHDATE• October 29th
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• travels often for work, however retains his family estate right outside London, a house in Paris, a loft in New York, along with his mother's house in LA.

001. YOUR FACE• Matthew Gray Gubler
002. HAIR• Jasper's hair is thick and considered medium length for a guy, with it capable of hanging over his eyes in front, and the back easily touching his collar. The color and texture of his hair varies directly with how much time he has and what exactly he puts in it. On some days he lathers it with gell in order to scrape it straight back, causing it to appear very dark and rather stiff and clumpy, with the ineventible strand coming loose to hang framing his face only to be continually wiped back. On other days he leaves it however it dries, giving it a fluffy appearance that drifts rather haphazardly where ever it wants. It appears a medium chestnut brown on such days, sometimes lightning so far as to a very dirty blonde if he's spent too much time in the sun.
003. EYES• Made up of varying hues of chocolate, they most often appear dark and brooding, with the iris having a tendency to melt seamlessly into the pupil. In bright sunshine they warm into a thick maple syrup hue that is apt at catching light and internalizing it so that they seem to glow with a fire deep inside of him. Wearing red has a tendency to bring out the chestnut highlights in them, which he choses to avoid, and in his canine form they seem slightly darker and more of a bloody orange than the infamous bright gold.
004. HIEGHT• 6'1", although he doesn't look it
005. WEIGHT• 130lbs, skinny as a twig
006. BODY MODS• Hidden from view and easily missed, he actually has a tatto of a rat (his favorite animal) on the back of his neck, often covered with hair. At one point he had his family crest tattoed on his left palm, but with time it has faded to near invisibility.
007. FASHION/STYLE• Born and raised in high society, Jasper retains his childhood imposed dress code of semi-formal with button down shirts or polos, and nice slacks or tight cordoroy jeans. Occasionally he strays to a more nerdy look with sweater vests or some other fashion mistake, but usually he appears quite casual. On the rare occasions that he does dress down, he prefers the comfort of tight jeans, loose shirts, and the occasional New Yorker over-coat. Very rarely is he ever found in a t-shirt or a hoodie, which is probably a good thing since they make him look like a little kid instead of the punk appearance others achieve.

001. LIKES• cars: especially fast cars like his Aston Martin and Lamborghini, women: although his failure with them is depressing, books: anything and everything, coffee, coffee, coffee, real chinese food, rats, dogs, driving too fast, being productive, music of every kind, intelligence and intelligent conversation
002. DISLIKES• being a monster, wasting time, traffic, trying too hard, poverty, children, smoking, drinking, being so damn skinny, being late, being early, italian food, cats, pointless modern art, people who can't speak english but live in America, people who can only speak english and expect the world to also
003. FEARS• losing control over himself, that he secretly likes what he is, ants, that he'll die alone, that he'll never achieve anything
004. STRENGTHS• wicked driver, incredably intelligent, very open mind, mildly ocd, but in a good controllable way, is a natural linguist and can speak 13 languages fluently and read/write 8 (which is part of the reason he can't stand people who can't learn english), remembers almost everything he reads, good at listening to people
005. WEAKNESSES• a complete lack of social skills, hopeless with women, can't lie worth a damn, gambling addict, sucks at remembering things he hears (aka lectures), fails to understand most people
006. ODDITIES• has three pet rats (because one would get lonely), will debate almost any subject you give him, yet is extremely indecisive about his own opinion, has a talent for knowing how to manipulate people, however he rarely recognizes or uses it
007. ORIENTATION• straight
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• despises materialism, however he'd put his cars before himself and everyone else any day of the week; is not religious, but believes in most of the morals that religion teaches
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• The ability to understand Jasper Scarrow is a rare, and coveted gift. He has a very high IQ, which is only exxagerated his talent for languages and his love for reading. He has a very open mind from reading so many different opinions and views, and often has a difficult time forming a strict and solid opinion of his own because of it. He simply sees and understands too many sides of an argument, making him an excellent debator, but poor at taking sides. There are very few things that Jasper is not indescive on. His disgust with smoking, alcohal, and drugs is solid and unchangeable. He rejects it on every level available, and not just because he's light-weight when it comes to holding his liquor. He is highly addicted to coffee, and often drinks three to seven cups a day, the stronger the better. He'll take it any way he can get it, from straight black to over-sugared, syruppy, and topped with whipped cream. Although he thinks the latter is a perversion of quality coffee beans. He is equally addicted to his cars, putting them first before anything else. They get regular check-ups and he keeps at least two quality cars in all of his garages. He loves Aston Martins above all others due to sentimental reasons, claiming they have british class unlike supposedly better cars like the Bugatti Veyron. His greatest weakness happens to be betting, although he keep strict restrictions on how much he is allowed to spend in one month. It started with cars, and expanded to horses, dogs, and the occasional fight.

Under these superficial loves and genetic qualities lies a much darker person. As a youth, he was always the quiet middle child, but even then something sinister turned beneath his conscience. He had the urge to squeeze his pets a little too hard, or the strangest fantasies of grabbing a knife and holding it to the throat of his latest bully. Well liked, normally, but every skinny kid whose too smart for his own good gets pushed around now and then. However, these impulses were controllable. They were even ignorable when his life was running smoothly and his temper kept under its boiling point. The Change unleashed the monster he'd always had chained inside him. He came to realize that he reveled in the power his wolf side gave him. He enjoyed hunting rabbits as a wolf and he enjoyed the smell of fear. He loved the extra boost it gave his confidence that he could hear more, see better, and smell everything. Best of all was the sense of complete power it gave him. Instead of being a meek rat in the corner of his father's meetings, he could step forward and confront them. It wasn't the wolf in him that allowed this. No, it was the knowledge that he could shift and rip their throats out easier than a sniper aiming from ten feet away. However, the final realization of this beast inside him, not the new wolf but the original monster, frightened him. Still frightens him. He fears that he likes it too much. He fears that one day he'll snap and kill another human being. He fears not about being found out, but rather of exploring the full depth of his own personal "dark side".

001. PARENT ONE• Lucas, family money/stocks/real estate (deceased)
002. PARENT TWO• Ellusia White, former lawyer, current judge (alive)
003. SIBLINGS• James: deceased, Matthias: disowned, Madelinne: alive
004. PETS• Rats: Athos(white&brown), Porthos(white&black), and Aramis(blue/grey). Dogs: Lady Macbeth(doberman), Oberon(newfi), Ophelia(gsp); watches his sister's vizslas Kovu & Vitani when she's away
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•
Despite what they tell the kids, Lucas met his wife in a strip club. She was waitressing tables in a bra and tights on stilletos six inches tall when he, a man in his mid fourties, took a shine to her. She had only just barely turned 21 and had come from a poor family, making her easily dazzled by the money he threw around. She played hard to get just like the other girls at the club told her to, but she'd never been very good at it and all too soon she was smitten. He lavished her with expensive gifts and made grand shows of love. In her world, a pair of diamond ear-rings were a sign of commitment, but in his they were mere party favors. It was quite shock to them both when she announced she was pregnant, and he announced he was already married. This small issue was resolved quite quickly when she came back with the news of a boy. He got a divorce, gave ten million to his ex and her bastard daughter, and married Ellusia.

Life, however, was not yet a fairy-tale. Lucas payed great amounts to get his wife acting deals and modeling gigs. More often than not, he payed more to get her the job than she was payed to do it. To put it more simply, she wasn't very good, and her style of classic beauty wasn't "in" at the moment. With James, her first son, being nearly three and another pregnancy ruining her figure, Ellusia gave up her dreams for something more practical. Law school. Once again her husband set her up with the finest. She went to Yale, and then on to one of the best law firms in the world. However, unlike her acting/modeling career, she was actually very good at being a lawyer. In fact, she excelled so well that the law firm Lucas had put her with began to give her real, high class cases instead of the cheap, meaningless pro-bono cases she had been. In the mean time, she bore two more children: twins.

Our story now deserts the parents to focus on the lead character, Jasper Scarrow. Abandoned at an early age to the caring arms of a nanny and the strict teaching of his personal tutor, Jasper never really knew his mother or father. Coal Fisher and Elizabeth Towers became his parents, as they eventually would to his younger siblings. When he turned ten and learned that he was to be shipped off to boarding school, it was them that he whispered his "good-byes" to, and them that he missed so hard that he cried his first few nights. Quickly it became obvious that Jasper took after his mother mentally as well as physically. With other students to compare himself against, Jasz prospered. He was almost always at the top of his class, and when he wasn't it was due to skipping a grade or being bumped into a more advanced class. Still, he stayed under his parents radar, being bragged about, but never actually spoken to.

Jasper drove his first car, a BMW, when he was fourteen. Unlike other physical sports that he failed at on a phenominal level, Jasper picked up driving like it was second nature or another language (he could already speak english, spanish, french, and japanese by this time, as well as read greek and latin). Instantly, it became his first love. He was driving in, and betting on, illegal street car races before he even had his permit. When he turned 16, he asked his father for an Aston Martin for his birthday. It was the only material thing that his father initially refused to get him. However, Jasper decided to take a page out of his younger brother's book and took things into his own hands. A week after his birthday, Jasper pretended to be their driver and took his father out in the Rolls Royce. It might have been a very nice, expensive car, but it was not made to be driven like a sports car. Which is exactly why, when Jasper proved to be an incredable driver, handling it with instinct and precision, drawing out it's soul as he raced it through the city without so much as a hint of damage, his father approved and bought him exactly what he wanted. Complete with a racer's harness instead of a regular seatbelt, and an upgraded engine.

Oh, I must apologize if I've given the impression that Jasper is the oldest son, the one to bring about his parent's marriage. In actuality, he is their second son, preceeded by his perfect older brother James. Blond hair, blue eyes, with the strong jaw and musceled chest of a male model, he was his father's pride and joy. Until his untimely and mysterious death, that is. It was tragic and horrendous with the slightest suspicion of foul play. Despite Jasz never really knowing his brother, being three years apart and going to different boarding schools, he was quite affected by it. And at 17 he became his father's "unprepaired" heir. While he was not the perfect son that his brother had been (handsome, charismatic, and a flirt) he was more than competant to take over where his brother had left off. Freshly graduated from high school (a year early from an advanced magnet school) he began to attend college classes between board meetings and advisement appointments.

At 18, Jasper was changed into a werewolf. He had decided to drive his newest car, a porsche, from Rome to Paris. The car needed breaking in, and despite the flying lessons his father had demanded he take, Jasper didn't like planes. He got into a mild car accident in the middle of nowhere when veering to avoid a stray "dog" that darted across the road. He lost consciousness, but when he woke up two days later in a hospital, he had a broken arm, a fractured leg, a punctured lung, three bruised ribs, and a very strange bite mark on his shoulder. The werewolf had grabbed his shoulder, accidently biting too hard, and dragged him from the wreck before it had exploded. Well meaning perhaps, but at the next full moon, Jasper became a very furry version of himself.

When Lucas suffered a stroke three years later, Jasper began to fully manage his family's accounts. A year before that, Ellusia had left her husband, and when Lucas finally died only six months after his stroke, he died alone, instilling Jasper's fear of a lonely death. Now, Jasper has full power over his inheritance, his father's old holdings, as well as his sister's trust fund and her inheritance (that only kicks in once she finishes college).

Yo', my name is Anti, and I've been the walking dead for 18 years, and I've been grave robbing for 5 years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of RPGC? and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• I also plan on making his brother & sister ^^
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE• not my best, but my most recent humanoid post

Noise assulted his delicate ears before he'd even stepped from his beloved Aston Martin. Its sleek chrome look had glided so effortleslly through traffic with just the lightest touches, his foot heavy on the pedal. Now, as his tires rolled to a stop in front of the infamous Club Hex, he could feel the pounding of the music, the pulse of a several dozen hearts, the ground quaking from the power of the little place's attraction to the young and immortal. Already he could feel the burn in his throat, the throbbing in his dehydrated veins, the pain in his starving muscles. It could be worse though, and this made everything more bearable. A sigh hissed from his pale thin lips, expressing everything he couldn't never say, alone or not. Anxiously he brushed his fingers through the once thick lush black locks; natural gloss gone, color faded, and a light film of grease dirtying the hair even though he'd washed it that morning. Eyes caught on the mirror as he prepared himself to enter a close capacity of humans. Their irises had begun to change color, the brown of their natural dark chesnut melting away to leave behind only the most vibrant red hue. It hadn't progressed enough for most to notice, but She would. There wasn't a way that she wouldn't be able to see the differences in him.

Quite carefully he opened the door and slid from the black leather interior and out into the exposed arms of the night. At once an angel parted from the flock to rush toward him, offering a glittering smile. Without being consciously aware of it, the vampire's eyes flickered from the mortal youth's face down to the pulsing throat, pushed forward by the eager cocky raise to the chin and the puffed up chest as he tried his damnest to appear a man. Red brown eyes, with too much red and not enough brown, drank in the form from the thrown back shoulders to the neat crease in his pants and then back to the tender flesh of his throat. Oh, this was wrong. Absently, his hand rose as if to stroke the dear boy's solid jaw line, a strong line that would one day become hard and grim, a hook for all the women to drown under. Instead of participating in the act of possible damnation, Leandros dropped his keys into the child's hands and strode away, perhaps with more elegance than a human should have. When it was time for him to feed, the vampire always took on a more predatory gait, look, presence. It was undeniable and unavoidable.

Silently, as if in a direct revolt of the club's chaotic noise, Leandros slipped through the doors. The smell of human flesh was over-powering, only tempered by the cooler scents of fellow vampires, and the rank stench of werewolves. Perhaps those foul mutts would keep him from tearing the place apart in a feeding frenzy. It was a struggle to decide what to do, now that he was here. Should he join the throbbing mass on the dancefloor, let some girl or boy taunt him beyond reason with erotic moves and the pulse of their blood just running beneath the thin surface of their skin. Or would it be more appropriate to glue himself to the bar, waiting for his mistress to claim him while pleasuring himself with the mere scent and scene spread before him. No, it would probably be best to remove himself from temptation and head upstairs to the Mezzanine. There would be no humans wandering around like lost lambs ready for slaughter. Each would have a blood sucker for protection against him, but who knew who'd protect the human agaisnt their "protector". Neither pleased nor disgruntled with his decision, Leandros strode across the club, slipping through the crowd without touching a single person, his lungs stopped from breathing and his eyes glazed as he tried to block out the seduction of so many gallons of blood hidden by so much sweat stained flesh.

Dissapointment radiated through him when he reached the stairs without incident, which then triggered feelings of self disgust, pity, and anger. He took them in long leaping strides that appeared to be both gwaky and elegant at the same time. None saw him dissapear into the shadows of the upper section, and he was left in relative peace. There was the maddening smell of fresh blood, but not a single cozy couple to be seen. Memories assulted him, of the first time he'd met Claire here, that she'd cut her finger and he had drank away the rose red drops. At the thought of her, something he'd been trying to avoid all night, his knees felt weak and his head grew dizzy. His tongue could remember the taste of her blood, his hands the curves of her body. Desire was mounting and he had to stem it somehow. Almost violently he stomped across the room to his usual chair and flopped into it, narrowing his eyes as he forced himself to imagine a very familiar Claire. Her big eyes wide with fear, blurred with tears, and bright with desperation. Although it pained him as easily as a knife through his ribs, it calmed him immensly. She would know that he was here. Everyone who worked here knew that they were "together" and someone would run to tell her that her lover had arrived.

It had been a week since he'd last laid eyes on her. He'd chosen to fly off in his sleek little jet to the Americas after several of his American lawyers had begun to have panic attacks. They had fallen into an economy crisis that had everyone in a frenzy. Naturally, the vampire wasn't too concerned with the way of the child nation's money situation. It would eventually change and roll back to the golden age, and if it didn't, land was always money. As an act of good graces he'd had to lower his atronomical rent prices, but he'd also snapped up a hundred new properties. They all thought he was crazy and had no sense of money, having been "born rich" as they believed. What things they didn't know. It was there that he last fed. A man, recently unemployed and barely off the streets was desperate and had thought him an easy target for theft. Oh, but that thin and muscular body had been full of blood. The alley way, while deserted, saved Leandros from cheating on his beloved, as did the struggle his prey had put up. If only he could find such deliscious creatures to feed from here in Andorra. Impossible though. The crime rate was nearly non-existant when the streets were heavely occupied by supernatural beings. No human theif would survive, leaving only the gorgeous and innocent for poor Leandros' hunger. The vampire's eyelids fluttered closed as he tried to calm himself before Claire arrived. He had to resist her temptations.