Post by Traipser on Nov 2, 2008 18:43:32 GMT 12
Name: Jasper Airion
Nickname/Codename/s: My brother calls me Jazz, just to annoy me.
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Position: Spy
Personality: I keep to myself. Don't talk much, just listen. When someone's talking, I usually do something else, like writing sotries or something. You might not think I'm listening when I do that, but I am. Yes, I have emotions. And oh, can I joke (Here he laughs). And I care. Care for friends, family and the rest of Twilight's. 'Cept for the sodden fool who's leaking info the the Gov'.
Description: Well, I've got real pale skin. I'm a bit under-weight. Some bones, like my ribs, stick out. I've tried hitting my rib bones with those xylaphone sticks, you know, like you see in cartoons, but it doesn't work. My hair's a real dark maroon color, and my eyes're a dark, ice color. You know, really light, like ice, yet somehow really dark.. Anyway, alot of people get creeped out by my eyes. Say that they make them feel cold. I find that funny. Anyway, besides from being skinny, I'm stil la bit muscular. I'm real fit to. Love athletics. The clothes I wear the most... Hrm.. *He looks down* Well, these clothes.. I guess. My black jeans with goldish seams, black seakers and this black tee-shirt with yellow eyes peering out and the faint outline of a black panther. Now, tattoos and scars? Ain't got no tatts.. Do have scars, though. *Holds up left hand, palm facing towards his body* That long scar along my knuckles, got one the same on me other hand. Oh, I did get in a fight, and I've got this long scar on my right shoulder. Got it from a blasted sword. Now I can't move me arm any higher than just a bit below shoulder level. Oh, and there's this scar, too. *Rolls up the sleeve on his left arm* The scar starts here, on my palm, at the base of the thumb, and then, well, it just keeps going up my arm 'till my shoulder. It curls around my arm. You know, like a snake?
History: Parents? Family? Siblings? *A sad look comes to his eyes* Don't know. I never knew them. But why don't I? I remember everything from when I was little! The tastes, smells, fears... But not my parents. They're like a blurr on the edge of my vision.. 'Cept there ain't a blurr. There's just... nothing. So, what happened to them? And how'd I survive without some adult? I mean, I was a kid, maybe three years old, that's when the memories stop, become blurry. I can remember every single day of my life, up until the age of three. So, something must've happened to them, my parents, when I was three or younger.. Anyway, I taught myself how to survive. There were theses people, see, that came out a night sometimes, away from the other people. Any way, there must've been two sides or something, because the people sometimes fought each other. I watched them, remembered the moves they did, and then practiced them myself. I was... thirteen or so when I got into my first real fight. I was beaten, and almsot killed, but the leader of the guy that attacked m called the guy back. I was left there, lying in the dark, bleeding out of a series of wounds. And no, that's not where I got any of my scars from. I got my scars somewhere else.. I never talk about that. The only ones that know are the ones that were there.. on that day. Anyways, back to the story. I was left in the dark, bleeding from a series of wounds, and I was only thirteen. Actually, I was glad that I was gonna die, 'cause then I'd be reunited with my parents or something, right? Well I didn't die. Went into a deep sleep, woke up eight days later and found myself in a bed somewhere. Turns out I was found by a member of Twilight's Rain. He took me back to the base, where some doctor guy fixed my wounds. Hh\e then got to telling me, when I was better, about where I was and what was happening. Twilight's Rain? Spies? The evil Government? Woah, that sounded like it was all outta a story book or something. Anyway, I got to believing all that later. I mean, some of the people there practiced weapon skills, others fighting skills. Then I saw some familiure faces, like the ones I'd seen at night where they fought. As I said, I slowly got to believing. So this guy, Pierce, takes me to his boss. He's the head of Twilight's. Takes a bit more convincing, but then I start to believe everything. Aaron, head of Twilight's, said I should join them. He said that he'd seen me watching them when they fought, and he said he'd go someone to follow me, and they saw me when I was practicing and junk. Anyway, I joined, and the guys there are real cool. A couple of them are even trying to help me figure out more abot my past.. about my parents and family.
Family: Never knew my parents. Don't know if I have any siblings and have no idea about any other family members. I'm guessing not, since they didn't come to help me when... when my parents.. dissappeard?
Weapons/Gadgets: I've learnt to carry around a semi-automatic pistol, black, with a built in silencer. Yeah, and I carry around this pocket knife some guy gave me.
Other: I'm an epileptic, very bad case. I was formally from London, 'till I came here, to Miami. Also, I have a pet. His name's Traipser, and he's.. well, he's a snake. Big snake. He usually hides in the folds of my shirt, goes wherever I go.
Nickname/Codename/s: My brother calls me Jazz, just to annoy me.
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Position: Spy
Personality: I keep to myself. Don't talk much, just listen. When someone's talking, I usually do something else, like writing sotries or something. You might not think I'm listening when I do that, but I am. Yes, I have emotions. And oh, can I joke (Here he laughs). And I care. Care for friends, family and the rest of Twilight's. 'Cept for the sodden fool who's leaking info the the Gov'.
Description: Well, I've got real pale skin. I'm a bit under-weight. Some bones, like my ribs, stick out. I've tried hitting my rib bones with those xylaphone sticks, you know, like you see in cartoons, but it doesn't work. My hair's a real dark maroon color, and my eyes're a dark, ice color. You know, really light, like ice, yet somehow really dark.. Anyway, alot of people get creeped out by my eyes. Say that they make them feel cold. I find that funny. Anyway, besides from being skinny, I'm stil la bit muscular. I'm real fit to. Love athletics. The clothes I wear the most... Hrm.. *He looks down* Well, these clothes.. I guess. My black jeans with goldish seams, black seakers and this black tee-shirt with yellow eyes peering out and the faint outline of a black panther. Now, tattoos and scars? Ain't got no tatts.. Do have scars, though. *Holds up left hand, palm facing towards his body* That long scar along my knuckles, got one the same on me other hand. Oh, I did get in a fight, and I've got this long scar on my right shoulder. Got it from a blasted sword. Now I can't move me arm any higher than just a bit below shoulder level. Oh, and there's this scar, too. *Rolls up the sleeve on his left arm* The scar starts here, on my palm, at the base of the thumb, and then, well, it just keeps going up my arm 'till my shoulder. It curls around my arm. You know, like a snake?
History: Parents? Family? Siblings? *A sad look comes to his eyes* Don't know. I never knew them. But why don't I? I remember everything from when I was little! The tastes, smells, fears... But not my parents. They're like a blurr on the edge of my vision.. 'Cept there ain't a blurr. There's just... nothing. So, what happened to them? And how'd I survive without some adult? I mean, I was a kid, maybe three years old, that's when the memories stop, become blurry. I can remember every single day of my life, up until the age of three. So, something must've happened to them, my parents, when I was three or younger.. Anyway, I taught myself how to survive. There were theses people, see, that came out a night sometimes, away from the other people. Any way, there must've been two sides or something, because the people sometimes fought each other. I watched them, remembered the moves they did, and then practiced them myself. I was... thirteen or so when I got into my first real fight. I was beaten, and almsot killed, but the leader of the guy that attacked m called the guy back. I was left there, lying in the dark, bleeding out of a series of wounds. And no, that's not where I got any of my scars from. I got my scars somewhere else.. I never talk about that. The only ones that know are the ones that were there.. on that day. Anyways, back to the story. I was left in the dark, bleeding from a series of wounds, and I was only thirteen. Actually, I was glad that I was gonna die, 'cause then I'd be reunited with my parents or something, right? Well I didn't die. Went into a deep sleep, woke up eight days later and found myself in a bed somewhere. Turns out I was found by a member of Twilight's Rain. He took me back to the base, where some doctor guy fixed my wounds. Hh\e then got to telling me, when I was better, about where I was and what was happening. Twilight's Rain? Spies? The evil Government? Woah, that sounded like it was all outta a story book or something. Anyway, I got to believing all that later. I mean, some of the people there practiced weapon skills, others fighting skills. Then I saw some familiure faces, like the ones I'd seen at night where they fought. As I said, I slowly got to believing. So this guy, Pierce, takes me to his boss. He's the head of Twilight's. Takes a bit more convincing, but then I start to believe everything. Aaron, head of Twilight's, said I should join them. He said that he'd seen me watching them when they fought, and he said he'd go someone to follow me, and they saw me when I was practicing and junk. Anyway, I joined, and the guys there are real cool. A couple of them are even trying to help me figure out more abot my past.. about my parents and family.
Family: Never knew my parents. Don't know if I have any siblings and have no idea about any other family members. I'm guessing not, since they didn't come to help me when... when my parents.. dissappeard?
Weapons/Gadgets: I've learnt to carry around a semi-automatic pistol, black, with a built in silencer. Yeah, and I carry around this pocket knife some guy gave me.
Other: I'm an epileptic, very bad case. I was formally from London, 'till I came here, to Miami. Also, I have a pet. His name's Traipser, and he's.. well, he's a snake. Big snake. He usually hides in the folds of my shirt, goes wherever I go.
