[center][h3][color=#4169e1]Jasper Simmons[/color][/h3][/center]
As was the way he'd been raised, Jasper's morning began bright and early, just as the sun was breaking the horizon. He never set an alarm anymore, trusting in his internal clock, and it had yet to fail him. His day began at seven o' clock, utilizing the small gymnastics setup in his room. Gymnastics training took up 35 hours of his week, as he spent two hours every morning and three hours every evening. The only time his schedule was shaken happened to be if there was an emergency that required his service, though he always made time to stick with the training regimen. Another two hours - one in the morning, and one in the evening - was spent on his archery and hand-to-hand combat. Predator had trained him well, and though he was no longer with his mentor, he wasn't going to slack on what he'd started. The fellow archer had preached constant preparation and vigilance, and Jasper had taken his mentor's words to heart.

Come nine o' clock, the dark-haired teen was more than ready for breakfast. Careful to neither disturb nor run into the other occupants of the tower, he headed into Central City for his favourite diner. They served the [i]best[/i] pancakes, and Mauve, the owner, never asked him where he came from or why he was alone. Because he was only seventeen, Jasper's parents were still supporting him. They lived in another state, and though they were grateful that he had settled in one place, they didn't like that he was no longer with the man they'd trusted to look after and raise their son. He did what he could to reassure them, especially given the fact that he was managing to keep his identity a secret despite living in the tower. It wasn't like he could get a place outside of the tower, but he wasn't about to go running around in costume all of the time just because he lived in the tower. It wasn't easy to do, but sneaking around was one of Jasper's specialties. He was determined not to let the public know he was Quickshot.

It was ten o'clock when he returned to the tower, still avoiding his teammates. He snuck up to his room, gathering his bow and training arrows, and then back down to the 'yard' of the tower. Outside, there were targets set up for him to practice his archery, and he took full advantage of them. Shot after shot, he hit the bullseyes, and when he grew bored of that, he collected his arrows, placing them back in the quiver. Lining back up with the targets, he shot patterns with the arrows, like an X (which was perfect) and then a star (which was a little wonky, but it was better than the last time he'd tried) and went through his arrows much faster. Since he was outside, he missed the commotion inside with Korand'r and his cooking, though it was probably for the best. Jasper preferred not to get too involved with his teammates, though he knew logically that it meant they wouldn't work together as smoothly as they would have if he'd just suck it up and socialize with them. At the very least, he was hoping to get to know Ava, the only other person the team that didn't have some manner of super power.