"I'm not an angel anymore..."
"I have sought out redemption..."
|Full Name|
Jasper Ashten Ryder
|Nickname|
Ash, Ryder, JAR
|Gender|
Male
|Age|
Twenty-Two
|Ethnicity/Race|
1/2 Russian and 1/2 British
|Sexual Orientation|
Heterosexual
|Room #|
277
|Prior Occupation|
Bartender/ Drug Dealer/ Counterfeiter/ Identity Thief
|Current Occupation|
Detective
"But I've merely come across damnation..."
Onyx
|Eye Color|
Azure with flecks of grey, hazel, and green
|Height|
Six Feet and Two Inches
|Weight|
One Hundred and Thirty Pounds
|Tattoos|
Jasper possesses sleeves on both his arms and a tattoo of a rose on his chest along with a sparrow on his neck
|Piercings|
He has plugs in his ears
|Scars|
There are various scars on his body from multiple fights he's been engaged in. He remembers how each and every one came about and he likes telling the stories behind them.
|Character Color|
#820c0c
|Description|
Jasper possesses a very edgy persona. He is a tall and lanky man that has the face of a young teenage boy, but the mindset and the drive of grown man. He is blessed with smooth porcelain skin that bares his body art with pride. His hair is pitch black and lush, soft to the touch whilst his eyes are a startling sapphire color that is flecked with grey, hazel, and green in the depths. He is described as hauntingly handsome, overall.
"I cannot be saved...I'm tainted."
|Personality|
{Cold, Distant, Passionate, Scarred, Demented, Hopeless}
Jasper is a cold, demented soul that has seen too much evil in such a small amount of time. His mentality has been tainted, no longer believing in a silver lining when there is so much gloom. He has detached himself from the world morally and emotionally; stealing, lying, and manipulating to survive in the fucked up world he lives in. He is a pessimist that has a rather narrow view of things, thinking that the earth is in black and white. He used to have morals, dreams, even aspirations, but those died when his innocence did. Now, his heart is like stone, hard and guarded from the pain of loving anyone.
Jasper has numbed himself as a defense mechanism, using caustic remarks and rude behavior to fend off anyone that dares to attempt to connect with him. This disconnection is caused by the subconscious fear of intimacy. He isn't sure if he could handle the burden of loss, betrayal, and death again, not without cracking. So ,he puts up a wall and a facade of faux emptiness. He still feels, however, he suppresses said emotions causing him to seem stand-offish and extremely serious. Jasper is resourceful, clever, and blunt. He said what he means and means what he say without preamble or hesitation. He isn't afraid to speak his mind and doesn't care if he hurts anyone's feelings. His voice is just as colorless as his personality; bland, monotonous, and dull. There is no longer any life within him. He is a shell of the man that he once was and has lost hope in redemption for all of his sins.
He seeks a majority of his refuge in the poisons of the flesh such as; sex, drugs, and alcohol. Though, when under the influence, Jasper is as free as a bird. He lives in the moment and gets himself into trouble. While intoxicated, Jasper finds beauty in the warped world and actually gains a personality that is reckless, bold, and just like he used to be.
|Hobbies|
~ Smoking
~ Sketching
~ Drinking
~ Stealing
|Habits|
~ Chain Smoking
~ He is an alcoholic
~ He taps his finger on his bottom lip when he is annoyed
~ He licks his lips when he is thinking
~ He smells his food before he eats it
~ He will play with his clothes when he's bored or tap on things
|Oddities|
~ Although, he isn't really religious, Jasper is intrigued by the idea of religion and will quote scripture when the time feels right.
~ He has ADD
~ Jasper likes when girls sing to him, he doesn't show it, but he thinks it's beautiful and it calms him.
~ He is a pyromaniac, preferring to set fire to objects when he is upset/hurt/sad
- Fast Food
- Horror Movies
- Quoting Scripture
- Fire
- Alcohol
- Emotions
- Pop Culture
- Love
- Awkward Silences
- Sitting Still
"Dirty..."
|Character Skills/Talents|
- Manipulation
- Singing (secretly)
- Cooking
- Sketching
- Self-Expression
- Trusting Others
- Refusing Alcohol
- Love
|Secrets|
~ Jasper is dangerously afraid of loving someone again because he isn't sure if he can heal from another dose of heartbreak.
~ He can sing rather well, but he doesn't like doing it in front of people
~ He was madly in love at one point in his life
~ He never pleaded his innocence after the murder because part of him still yearns to protect his ex-lover
~ There is still a small piece of him that is still wishes to be saved, despite his denial.
|Fears/Phobias|
~ Falling in love
~ Death
~ Heights
"I have sought out redemption...and I failed to achieve it."
|Biography|
|Place Of Origin|
Moscow, Russia
|Birth Date|
November 7th
|History|
Jasper was born and raised in the streets of Moscow, Russia with his mother and father. He lived a rather normal life, being the apple of his parent's eye and living up to their expectations. He was a sweet kid; obeying the rules, caring for others, and being a role model. He and his parents ventured to the states when he was sixteen and that was when he met her. He met her his first week in America, she was the most beautiful woman that he'd ever seen. Her name was Isabella and they instantly clicked. He didn't care that she was ten years older than him. He fell in love with her and was completely loyal to her. She showed him what actual living was like; taking him to concerts, paying for his first tattoo, and taking his virginity. She was light of his life, his soul mate, however, things took a turn for the worse.
When he was eighteen, Jasper began to notice that she was changing...she became stand-offish and wouldn't allow him to touch her. Concerned, he sat her down and talked to her. After much coaxing and whispering sweet nothings, she finally told him of her dilemma. Her boss was sexually harassing her at work and threatening to fire her if she didn't give him what he wanted. Crossed, Jasper took it upon himself to save Izzy from the manipulation. She was working late that night with just her boss, but Jasper wasn't comfortable with that at all. He visited her office just to convince her to quit and start anew, but when he entered the office he wasn't prepared for what he witnessed.
The man was a bloody heap on the floor, liquid essence dripping from his neck like a stream and coating the beige carpet. Isabella was frantically crying, body jerking as tears overflowed. Jasper was stunned and afraid. He pulled her into his arms as she clung to him with crimson fingers, begging for his help and the teen did just that. He told her to flee while he got rid of the body, unfortunately someone heard the commotion and the police caught him red handed as he was dragging the body through the lobby, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. He was incarcerated and tried for first degree murder.
He spent three years on trial, pleading his innocence, yet keeping the real culprit under wraps because of his love for her. After the jury determined that he was indeed innocent, he was released from custody and given a second chance...sadly, the jury may have thought he was innocent, but the citizens in his town were convince of his guilt. He attempted to find work, but no one would hire him due to his track record and his grungy appearance. He managed to snag a bar-tending job at an old pub. During this time, he survived caustic remarks and hateful glares, but he didn't care. He wanted to see Isabella. She never returned his phone calls or replied to his text messages. It was as if she was wiped off the face of the earth. A year passed and Jasper found himself indulging in the pleasures of the flesh and the comfort in a bottle. Money wasn't coming in as much as he wanted, so he stole and lied to get what he needed. He sold drugs, committed credit card fraud, and stole from the wealthy to make ends meet. He grew colder, meaner, and immoral. He valued nothing, loved no one, and hated everything. The sweet little Russian boy died and in his place was a ruthless man. On the night of his recruitment into The Gift of Innocence, Jasper saw Isabella for the first time in months, however she wasn't alone and was in the arms of another man. It was not only the day that he was recruited, but also the day his heart truly shattered and the old him really died.
|Family Tree|
Father|57|Clyde|Deceased
Mother|54|Olive|Bedridden
|Happiest Memory|
"Izzy and I got caught in the rain once...we were soaked to the bone, so I tried to keep her warm with my body heat. I held her in my arms, looking down into those unforgettable green eyes and I was hooked. It was the first time I ever told her that I loved her...it was the first time I've ever said anything so true."
|Saddest Memory|
"There was blood on her fingers. God, she was so frantic and hysterical. She wouldn't listen to a word I was saying as she stared at the body. Izzy looked up at me with a look I've never seen before and I knew that this was going to change everything."
"It's over. It's all over."
Sail!
This is how I show my love
I made it in my mind because
I blame it on my A.D.D. baby
This is how an angel dies
I blame it on my own sick pride
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Maybe I should cry for help
Maybe I should kill myself (myself)
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby
Maybe I'm a different breed
Maybe I'm not listening
So blame it on my A.D.D. baby
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
La la la la la
La la la la la oh!
La la la la la,
La la la la la oh!
La la la la la,
La la la la la,
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail with me into the dark
Sail!
Sail with me into the dark
Sail!
Sail with me into the dark
Sail!
Sail with me
Sail!
Sail with me
I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while she got freedom
'Cause when a heart breaks, no, it don't break even
Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even... even... no
What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK?
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces
They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
'Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don't break even, even... no
What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you?
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK?
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces
(One still in love while the other one's leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
('Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even)
Oh, you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains, ooh
'Cause you left me with no love and honour to my name.
I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while she got freedom
'Cause when a heart breaks, no, it don't break...
No, it don't break
No, it don't break even, no
What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you?
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK?
(Oh glad you're okay now)
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
(Oh I'm falling, falling)
I'm falling to pieces,
(One still in love while the other one's leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
('Cause when a heart breaks, no, it don't break even)
Oh, it don't break even no
Oh, it don't break even no
Oh, it don't break even no
|Other/Misc|
|Wants to gain|
Salvation
|Anything else|
~ Jasper has a faint Russian accent
~ Jasper carries a bible on his person because he finds the stories interesting
~ He carries a switch blade, a lighter, and pack of cigarettes at all time
~ When using his gift, Jasper's sapphire eyes shift to a void-like black that clouds his whites in a blanket darkness
~ Jasper is blind and deaf to the present when he is under the influence of his gift. He can only see the past or future of the object, and still feel everything that is happening to his body in the present.
|Password|
I prefer romance, dramatic, modern, and original RPs and I've been RPing for about three years.
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Every day
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Every day