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GENERAL CHARACTER STATISTICS

Character Name: Jasper Cain
Gender: Male
Species/Race: Shifter
Age: 26
Birthplace/original pack: Tatlow pack, same as Vera, but has been a lone wolf for years now
Occupation: recently laid off construction worker, works in some investments

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS


General Appearance: Tall, muscular from his work. He’s afraid time off will make him lose it, but it hasn’t been long enough to tell if that’ll happen or not. Mainly wears ripped jeans and old wifebeaters. Brown hair, green eyes.


MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS
Current Goal/Purpose: To get a job and keep his investments in stock going up. They’re keeping him alive, but getting a place to live again is first on his list
Talents: hard labor and keeping his nose out of other people’s business. Jasper is fine on his own…not the perfect way to live, but he can do it.
Inabilities: he’s not great at sympathizing, but he’ll do his best if it’s necessary.
Fears:Being caught in his current living space, not finding a job
General Personality: Jasper can seem like a hardass, but it’s just because he’s trying to take in everything around him before reacting in any way. So he’s quiet, and only does something rash when he feels it’s completely necessary. He’s protective of his friends, but lately with a lack of money to go out it seems like he hasn’t been able to hang around others in a while.
Inner Personality: Same. What you see is what you get. It’s hard to get Jasper talking about his “feelings” and all that mushy girly stuff, but he’ll speak up if necessary for the sake of himself and others.
Secret: nothing necessary to know now :)

HISTORIC BACKGROUNG
General History: Once part of the Tatlow Pack Jasper left at 24 when his longtime girlfriend (and fiancée) left him when she found her true mate in another pack. The man joined their pack, and while Jasper completely understood, it still broke his heart. Unwilling to stay and watch, and certainly unwilling to keep getting looks of pity from the rest of the pack, Jasper went ahead and left to live in the “normal” world, keeping his job. He got an apartment, but about six months ago lost his job, living place, and what felt like his life.
Present Life:Knowing the pack had a place that nobody hardly ever visited Jasper moved to the farm house and only plans on staying there until he’s not his feet again.
“Ah that’s okay. I probably didn’t look like a raccoon after running in the rain the last time you saw me either,” Alice laughed, taking her hood off and letting the bag drop to the floor beside her desk. She assumed her eye make-up was probably messed up after getting wet, when in reality it wasn't bad at all. Next she let the jacket lay on the back of the chair, hoping it would dry by the end of the day. Sleeveless shirts hadn’t been allowed when she was younger, but thankfully the school had let up on silly rules like that in recent years. “It’s Alessia, but only my family calls me that. Alice is what you would remember,” she smiled, already pulling out a notebook and pen. “What’s your first name?”

Not a few seconds later their teacher, Mr. D as most called him, was starting on the day’s lesson. Alice gave Lucas one last smile before turning forward and immediately focusing. There was so much going on around her it was hard enough to concentrate, she didn’t need distractions by talking to the boy beside her. He was nice enough, though, and his healthy, friendly attitude was nothing but relaxing to her. Most didn’t feel so calming, which was why she didn’t seek out the company of others unless she could subtly use her powers to help them out.

Mr. D, by the middle of class, had informed them of their first group project. Or partner project, actually. Everyone groaned, and while Alice didn’t say anything out loud she wasn’t terribly happy about it either. Group projects meant being put with someone who wasn’t going to do their share of the work, and if they did it would probably turn out horribly. “I’ll just put you with the person beside you, starting with Tara here in the front with Sam, and so on until you’re all coupled together. There’s an even number here, so that should take care of that.” Next he passed out papers detailing what their project would consist of, each couple getting one copy.

“Looks like we’re together,” Alice said, looking at Lucas. “I promise I don’t bite, if that helps. And I signed up for this class out of my own free will, so I think it might be fun. What’s the project over?” she asked, scooting in her seat to face him.
awesome character :)

As usual, I'm taking forever with my own character sheet. That's tomorrow's goal, I promise, along with the post that'll go along with it.
exactly. Great minds think alike, clearly.
Oh btw I changed her dad's name. Luke and Lucas were way too similar, I should have noticed that. Funny though, I usually name her dad Lucas and usually have her last name Reed...weird.
By the time Lucas got to their shared class Alice was already at the front by their teacher’s desk, profusely apologizing for missing the first day and asking if any work was given. As usual it had only been a boring day going over the syllabus, something he handed to her while pointing out a few things on the papers. He was great about it, and she wondered if it was just because she looked like a wet puppy standing there in her rain boots and soaked jacket.

“Thanks again,” she muttered, wanting to get a seat before the room got too crowded. The worst past was everyone probably already picked her seat, and Alice was paranoid about taking one someone had already “claimed”. Some students could get so weird and possessive about things like that. “Hey, where should I…?”

“Oh. We did things in alphabetical order, but we skipped you since you weren’t here. Just sit in the back, Ms. Conway,” the teacher said with a wave of his hand, leaving her looking for the last seat.

“Hey, uh…” Alice shrugged the messenger bag strap off her shoulder as she walked to the back of the class, passing row after row of seats quickly filling up. What was this kid’s name? They’d had class together before, she should remember… “Reed, right? Are you the last in class? By name, I mean. Last name. For seating arrangement,” she rambled, letting out a weak laugh at herself. “I’m just trying to figure out where to sit. I’m behind everyone else, which looks like it might be beside you.”
Claire blinked, staring at Nicholas for a few moments even after he’d finished speaking. “Mr. Rochford,” she suddenly grinned, reaching up to gently brush her hand against his cheek. “I do believe that was the most honest thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth. Thank you. That’s all I’ve wanted from you!” Claire let out a deep sigh, dropping her hand back to her lap again. “This entire time, all this silly fake romance and putting up fronts, and you’re being forced into this just as much as I am!”

Even as the carriage started to slow she kept her eyes on him, a content smile on her dark pink lips. “No more lying about why we’re here or what we want. Doesn’t this feel better? Yes, we’re both unhappy, but I feel like things are better now. Though that last bit sounded a little silly…you don’t know if I’m a wonderful person. Not yet, and that’s all right. I probably won’t be wonderful for quite some time, Nick. I enjoy making you miserable all too much,” she laughed, feeling them come to a stop.

“And Nicholas? I would love for my boy to look like you. He will. So enough of that, please?” she asked, her smile fading just a bit. “Ready to show me around? I’m excited to get a look at my bed,” Claire added, feeling the warm air come into the carriage as someone opened the side door.
Yeah that sounds great to me.
“It’s okay, Dad, go. I’m a big girl, and we like living so close to the school for a reason,” Alice sighed, holding the door open for her father. James Conway looked the part of a business man, making his daughter wonder for the hundredth time why he had to be at work practically ten hours a day if he was a supervisor. Watching people work shouldn’t be that hard, and yet he came home so exhausted, grateful his daughter had learned how to cook dinner over the years. Oor at least order take-out when needed.

“I know it’s a short walk, but it’s raining,” James groaned, having to speak over the splatter of water falling from the roof onto the front porch steps. “I promise we’ll go car shopping soon, okay?” He’d promised her one over the summer since her grades had been so satisfactory junior year, but he never did get to it.

“Dad. It’s fine, I like walking. Man made hoodies and jackets for a reason,” she grinned, waving him out the door. He had suitcase in hand and was ready to go. “You’re late.”

“I know, I know…bye Alessia,” he muttered, giving her a small nod before rushing out the door, leaving Alice alone with her thoughts and need to get ready herself. While her dad did a good enough job as a parent, neither had never been much for ‘I love yous’ or hugs, kisses. It was just the way things were.

Alice shut the door and went upstairs and showered, getting ready in her usual hour long ritual. She left her hair down for the day, dressing in dark jeans, pink rainboots, and a loose green tanktop with a jacket over top. It wasn’t the first day of school at East High, it was actually the second, but since she’d been getting over a cold the day before her dad had made her stay home. Well, that was her excuse, anyway. Honestly Alice had been having trouble keeping her mental shields up, and wasn’t sure if she could take the rush of emotions that would fill the school hallways on the first day. Everyone was either excited or angry to be there, and if she wasn’t on top of her game it could get overwhelming.

Today, however, Alice was ready to take on the world…or at least her classes. With one last run to the kitchen to grab a breakfast bar Alessia went outside, thankful for her boots as soon as her footsteps splashed in the first puddle. It was only a few blocks, but still she walked as quickly as she could without looking like what she thought to be an idiot. Soon enough she reached the school grounds, looking up at the large brick building. Everyone was running from either the sidewalk or parking lot, careful to not slip on the wet tile floor just within the glass doors. Hopefully it would let up before they all left for the day.
Do you have a preference for where they live? We don't have to be specific. Maybe a city, but not really big like New York. More homey than that. Houses have backyards, owning a car is common. I figure they need to live NEAR a big city, so her father has room to run his operation, but maybe not exactly in one. But that's probly just the country girl in me wanting a little comfortable room ;) Sound fair, best of both worlds?
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