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[b]Name:[/b] Jasper "Jazz" Lanes 
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Homosexual
[b]Age:[/b] 25
[b]Species:[/b] Lepus Othus (Alaskan Hare)
[b]Diet:[/b] Herbivore (Has a taste for 'Cricket Crisps', though)

[b]Height:[/b] 4'4"
[b]Weight:[/b] 73 lbs
[b]Physique:[/b] Androgynously Lithe and curvy with an athletic tone, making their perceived gender a tossup while on the run.

[hider=Appearance]Long-legged and well-groomed with a maintained physique allows them to pass as considerably classier than the modest flat they live in would suggest. Their snowy complexion and pink eyes hints to albinism, the blonde accents likely being flecks of temporary dyes. Inked-in freckles on the velvet of their face, eyeliner, fake glasses, nail polish accent the studs and bars in their ears and the 'premo' look is complete with devil-bite ring piercings in their lower lip.
Depending on the day, leisurewear may be plaid designer thigh-highs, high-tops, short shorts and a snug tank top under an oversized hoodie. 'Workwear' typically consists of smears and black/gray splotching on what isn't hidden under dark turtlenecks, tight jeans and boots, eschewing the piercings and other bright colors for a more discreet edge. What funds they rake in go to creature comforts and the various collection of 'hats' and disguises they shift between depending on which itch needs scratching.[/hider]
[b]Personality:[/b] The playful smirk, soft voice and feminine wiles are wielded like a tool as he tries to 'fake it til ya make it'. Jasper is loathe to talk about his past and prefers to hear others talk about themselves. What can be pried from him can often be construed as douche-y whimsical prose, snark or flat perspectives on current events and its impacts rather than committing to a stance. 'Un-personlike' behavior with a hollow affect, seemingly holding no value for friendship or acquaintances, though craving comradery and the proximity of others, he comes off as guarded and eerily fake, though not unpleasant or arrogant. Distant, but not fleeting, he seemingly prefers to sink into the background of groups in spite of their flourish and presentation. Hes aware that this mindset is wasting time and letting his life pass by, but after losing so much to the city, hes hesitant to invest himself in establishing new relationships. Fearful of rejection, loss and change. Jasper is vaguely dissociative and spontaneous with a weakness for substances and a want for mediums of expression.

[b]Short History:[/b] Jasper is from far out of state, having moved to New York with his family some ten years ago. The city wasn't what was expected or promised and he was alone, by the end of it. Terrible decisions and desperations dragged together the funds to stay afloat for a while as he figures out what to do with himself.
[hider=History] Jasper was born in the suburbia outside Juno to a middle-class family. His father was an upstart entrepreneur, his mother nurtured was a stay-at-home sort to care for him and his brother. In these simple and quiet times, he would garden and help out around the house, honing a skill with poetry which never went anywhere due to a lack of self-esteem and timidness towards the world. The concept of the arcane, however 'fantasy' the concept was in reality, always enraptured his wild creativity. It was something ethereal that gave voice to the shadows in the deep woods, something that made him want...more...from his works. Something he didn't feel could be found in respect or even acknowledgement. The dreams sat with him for the decade after his father had his 'big break' and the whole of their family's life was flown down to the cities with the promises of walls of glass and views out over the clouds.
Jasper's father, though making somewhat more, had caught himself in a loop of successes and falls for the predators of papers and ink; demons who damned with single strokes of black pens. Rooms were smaller, the laughter quieter, and the stars in the sky lost behind a veil of smog and neon. His mother simply disappeared one day, the police always 'doing their best' at every pleading question, though the case was silently closed with about as much grace as the final shrug they offered.
His brother was the one to make it big, landing a position as a chemical engineer and going his own separate way after Jasper fell into drugs...they...don't talk, anymore. Jasper dissolved the assets his father left after the weight of the city finally crushed him, and he moved into a roomy condo with a few others to split the cost. It was here where he gave his heart away to the wrong people. Sure the money was good, and he was fairly skilled at the offered work, but it was hardly what could be called a 'living'.
Dancing at dangerous clubs he likely shouldn't have been welcome in, splitting spliffs on rooftops, its always 'the last time', but resolution never came. He knew he was trapped in the spiral and quickly becoming an uninspiring person. His dreams and storied may have been dying, but they weren't [i]dead[/i]...at least not completely. It was just a matter of will and wiring, like his brother. He was going to make his name! He was going to get his own place and make rent Every Week. He was going to climb the glass towers and see the world from atop it all! He was going to make the world remember his name!
Instead the 'swamptown massacre' happened...bad leads to literal dead ends to find his mother, and he very well almost joined her. One name change, later, and 'Jasper' sits on the remnants of the savings paid from a sloppy hit-job he was set up for.
He has his own place, running utilities, quiet neighbors, and the bastards from the club have yet to catch on to where he went or if hes even still alive. He would disagree in calling the empty loft a 'life', but after two years in hiding with the occasional mischievous outings, perhaps 'surviving' is good enough.
These quiet days of Jasper Lanes.[/hider]

[b]Class:[/b] Lower-Middle
[b]Occupation:[/b] [color=gray][s]Poet[/s], [s]Stripper[/s], [s]Hitman[/s],[/color] Part-Time Waiter at The Warren, Petty Criminal 
[b]Relationships:[/b] Ms. Dodgerton the Landlady (Mole), Weasel Tom his dealer (Ferret)
[b]Speech Color Code: 8882be[/b]

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