Jasper Rae Phoenix
Glitch; Jas; Phoenix
X-Men Code Name
Jasper stands at five-foot-three, and weighs in at a measly one-hundred-thirteen pounds. She sports a soft build, curvy and lacking in muscle. Her finger tips are calloused from hours of typing, and she has a plethora of scars she prefers to keep hidden.
Manipulation of technology
Remote network access
Memory much like that of a computerMinor electromancy
May 'charge' and sustain off of electricity; she still needs to eat, but not as much
Manipulate electrical pulses, static, shocks
Generate electricity equal to the amount recently absorbed and stored
Sarcastic. Shameless. Snarky.
Jasper Phoenix has never been the most kind girl. She’s always had borderline cruel jokes and remarks for those around her, pushing those she speaks to away. Shame is a foriegn concept, for she who would do anything to survive. Everything from theft, to sex, to extortion is on the table - and likely hasn’t been skipped.
Impulsive. Intelligent. Introverted.
She grew up on books and educational programming - when there was a television around to watch it on. A quick study, and always good with numbers before her awakening. However, Jasper has never been good with people. She dislikes being around crowds, and using sarcasm to hide her social shortcomings.
Determined. Defiant. Devoted.
It’s not very often that Jasper meets a challenge she won’t face head on. If it probably won’t kill her, she won’t stop until she gets it over with. This persistence is applied to everything from getting an apartment, to hacking into secure servers. People? Maybe not so much. More often than not, when she’s told not to do something, that’s exactly what she does. She’ll do almost anything for her friends though.
Background”There’s nothing special about me”
That’s what Jasper would tell you if she was asked. Abandoned as a small child. Bounced from foster home to foster home. Bullied at school. Great grades though. Yet, nothing out of the ordinary.
What she would never tell you is how she ended up in foster care to begin with. Middle of winter on a school night, Jasper says goodnight to her dad - moms already dead and in the ground. When she woke up, he was gone with half his clothes, all the money in the house, and his passport. She stayed home for two days before the school called the police, worried about the little girl who never came in. They found her cuddled up in bed with a book.
That wasn’t the first time he vanished on her. ”It was the last.”
Not long after they found her, little Jasper was thrown into the system. She didn’t get along well with other kids and kept to herself mostly. Half the parents themselves weren’t the best in the first place. ”If I went to school, I could have stayed with Dad, and that would have been better than those fucks.”
She was fourteen, freshly returned from the hospital back to the ‘perfect’ house that was her current foster home. Dinner was left in the microwave, but she hadn’t bothered with it. She wasn’t hungry as is, even though her antibiotics would make her sick without food. Jasper flopped into bed with her laptop that night. It was plugged in, for fear of it dying while she was gaming with her few internet friends. ”Don’t game during lightning storms kids. Might get electrocuted.”
She felt the shock, before she fell back in bed. The surge had killed the power to the block, but Jasper was sparking with electricity. Luckily no one came to find her until the next morning, when she was rousing into wakefulness. She knew what she’d seen, but didn’t know what she could do quite yet. ”Never gone to bed hungry since. Look at the bright side, right?”
It was one of her foster brothers - the biological child of her temporary parents - who found her sparking in her room. She’d sat up by then, but it was time for them to leave for school and nobody was about to let her stay home. She didn’t know what was going on, or how to stop the tingling in her nerves, but when he touched her, it was as if he touched a live wire. He went to the hospital, and she moved out that day. ”Best decision I ever made.’
For the next two years, Jasper spent her time learning on her own. Her nights were filled with numbers and practice, her days with ridding herself of the sparks. She managed to blackmail a landlord into letting her move in, and did what she could for rent. She dropped out of school before she was sixteen, because she knew she couldn’t go to class like this. The Ashford institute found her shortly after she turned seventeen. One of their firewalls had caught her snooping into them, checking the place out to see if it was really for the best. ”I didn’t have much choice after that.”
She’s been there for several months since.
A bolt of lightning shocked one of the nearby towers, and she was electrocuted by the shock. Technically she died, but that awakened her latent mutant genes, and sparked her back to life. Literally.