Post by jasper lionsman on Feb 16, 2008 20:48:36 GMT -6
*The name is [Jasper, Lionsmen]
*Blew out [Eighteen] candles
*Is a gorgeous [Guy]
Personality
[Jasper could possibly be the best friend you could ever have. He's not an extremely loud fellow, and therefore isn't striking it well with the popularity, but he is a very kind hearted person, though sometimes it doesn't seem like it. Jasper is fairly intelligent -- he usually is one of the top scorers in exams and is expected to have an explicit career in the future in whatever career he chooses. Jasper only considers himself fairly intelligent; intelligent enough to be stable in the future. That's all that matters to him; stablitiy. Jasper is extremely secretive and quite, so if you wish to confide in someone, you can confide in him. You won't have to worry about him telling anyone; after all, who would he tell? Jasper is fiercely loyal and will take up a friend into having to murder for someone; if it is for the good of the friend.
Jasper, like everyone has flaws. Most of these come from trying to be to good of a friend and just screwing himself over in the process. Whether it's for just a random person he met yesterday or for someone that he'd die for, it doesn't matter. When being threatened, they are the same. At times, Jasper can be slightly clingy and overprotective to the point of driving the other person away from his grasp. Always safety of others before thinking about things, Jasper has accumulated a number of ex friends you couldn't count on your toes and your fingers. Jasper never thinks before he does anything. It ranges from physical actions to words. Seriously, if he thinks that walking into a wall will help humanity, he'll do it before thinking about that the wall MIGHT HURT. It's astounding he survives daily life.
As an all around person, Jasper is great to have as a friend inless he's to clingy. He can be extremely mean if he thinks you deserve it. He can be a kind and nice person to people he doesn't know or does know.]
Appearance
[Snobby, Innocent, All-American. These are a few of the things that run through people's thoughts when they see Jasper. It's rather easy to see him, for at a towering 6'6, he can stand over anyone, whether woman or man. Fully grown, Jasper looks like he's always on stilts. Like the clowns at the circus, he's an oddity. The next thing you'll probably notice is Jasper's lean muscle frame, which gives him the look of a lanky male model, but yet the prestine muscle that has uprooted from exercise by horse-back. His limbs are elongated and thin, making for perfect working of a horse. His fingers are thin and nimble, which move over the leather reins like a melody of a song. In sync. His broad shoulders also help out with the heavy lifting of hay, tack, and occasionally, an uncooperative horse leg. Though the occasional should be crossed out and put as always.
Jasper might have been a red-head at one time. Dark and light orange and brown freckles litter his skin, where every body part besides his face and upper neck, are covered with them. His skin shows evidence of an earlier paleness, which has now turned to a soft orange, thanks to his constant need to be outside. He doesn't have many tattoes, besides a cross on the left side of his upper chest, and a small name across his wrist. Whether who or whatever's name is on his wrist, it doesn't matter. For the ink is to small to read, though we're sure it wasn't a wild night that lead up to this little inking. His skin is rather stretched across his bone-structure which gives him a slightly uptight look.
Jasper's face is an unusual thing. His jaw seems to appear from behind his ears, sculpting down with a sharp angle that makes him look somewhat like a famed vampire is described as, and eventually ends in a small squared chin. From there you go up and see thinly sculpted pale pink lips. From above there is a sculpted place which connects his nose to his top lip, then further up is his thinly sculpted nose, which flares out a bit at the end, to produce the nostrils we all have and all eitehr hate, love, or are just indifferent with them. Jasper hates his nostrils. Why? We're not sure. Then we're on to his eyes, which are slightly curved off from his cheek, but not yet in it's own hollow. Inside of the hollows of his eyes are hazel irises and dark black pupils, and the whiteness that surrounds them. From there, a sharp incline will land you at thin brown eyebrows [ maybe at one time he was a brunette? ] From there, you get to a mid-sized forehead. No wrinkles or spots you will find in this endless trench inbetween Jasper's eyebrows and his hair. As you go up, you will find blonde hair, that is either messy or well-combed. And that's Jasper. ]
Riding History
[As a small child growing up in Manhattan, to get away from the cities boundaries sounded like a perfect plan. Every weekend from his early toddler years to his late adolescences, up to the time he turned fifthteen, Jasper half-grew up on his uncle's farm, being home-schooled so he could practice his show-jumping, dressage, and cross-country on a small and kindly Shetland Pony named Plum to his now ill-tempered, sharp Arabian, Cigar. Jasper excelled in Cross Country on no matter what horse he was put on, which was partly why he chose Cross Country as his Discipline. For his first few years on the farm, he was only allowed to ride the thick draft horses and occasionally his uncle's small mule. These served as the basic skill-teachers to Jasper's later career in horses. Though he hated riding them, they taught him everything he knows now.
After turning fifthteen, Jasper's uncle and father came to the same understanding; he needed a real horse and needed to go to a proper school. This was when Jasper and Cigar fatefully met, at a small farm in the Washington Foot-hills, looking at Arabians. Why Arabians? Because Jasper was intrigued with their grace and speed, and though they gave off a wane of ill-temperment, Jasper was sure he could handle any horse thrown at him. This was when Cigar's Ashes trotted up, muzzled and being held by two strong men. Of course, the young and stubborn adolescent picked that horse, out of a mild-tempered crowd. He soon found out he'd picked a wild beast from a sheep's paddock. And he would pay severely for that.
The horse was extremely green, which meant that when Jasper went for his french-schooling, it was mostly an up-hill battle just getting Cigar to go into a trot. So, after a long and tiring year of un-greening the horse and getting him ready for competition, Jasper came back to America to shake his foundations. Then his father shipped him off for more lessons, though this time at an Olympic ranked school. ]
Desired Riding Level
Intermediate--Adavanced
Discipline
Cross Country
Overall History
[Jasper was born originally in the storm that is New York, New York. Shortly after his birth, his mother, Marie Lionsmen, took off, leaving Jasper's CEO father, Nathan Lionsmen, to raise the young son by himself. Eventually Nathan cracked when Jasper decided at the age of three that he didn't want to live in New York anymore, and Nathan sent the child immeadiately to leave with his estranged sister and brother-in-law, Trent and Sarah Desoto. So three-year-old Jasper was abadoned by the only father he'd ever known at the time to the hands of his aunt and uncle, who he'd never even heard of, much less met. Trent and Sarah could never have children and were glad of Jasper's blonde angelic temperament around their large 20-acre farm. Here Jasper encountered his first animals, for in New York, he'd never even gotten to pet a dog. So, seeing his first cow was of course, a tramatic experience.
The child excelled in his studies, which were carried out by Sarah, who had been a school-teacher at one point in her early 20s to late 40s. The child also excelled in horse-back riding, which was introduced with a Shetland Pony his father had bought for him as a five-year old present. He learned to lope before he learned to add. He learned to jump before he learned to subtract. As you can see, that was a big month for Jasper. Once he'd competed in Beginner Competitions and Junior Fairs, using a nifty off-shore account, Jasper was able to compete in foreign competitions and become a rising star in junior competitions. It was when he was to old for beginner competitions that he fell flat.
For Five years, Jasper just rode in his own personal competitions, where he'd just compete against his own times. He became a withdrawn person, and just hung out or talked with the horses in the barn. Being home-schooled had it's problems, as he only had two rather elder people to talk with. So, when he turned fifthteen, his father and uncle made a decision. Jasper was getting a horse, not a pony, and he was going to a French school to make his career even more explicit in the coming years of that awkward phase inbetween a real adult and the outer comings of teenage years. He found his horse, Cigar, in the foot-hills of Washington, where it rained and it poured. The horse was extremely green and Jasper had to go to the French School just to get the horse to get into a trot. When he came back to America, the horse quited enough for a rider with a strong hand to stay on for more then ten seconds. That was when Jasper got sent to Berlington, to excel his skills to the max. ]
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RP Sample
Scruffy blonde hair plastered to the boy's pale forehead caused him, or so an onlooker would think, to stagger over a few rocks. Really it was because Seth couldn't remember the last time he'd taken or even glanced upon his medication. It was causing him to be woozy, something that often didn't happen to Seth. He was always the picture of alert. Right now, he felt like he could go to sleep while walking and not notice. If it hadn't been raining, blood would still be plastered on his face, dribbling down to bleed into his white underarmor, which thought showed off his six-pack quite nice, also betrayed the fact he hadn't changed shirts since that night, when he'd become a monster he really didn't know. Someone or something that just. . appeared. Whenever he felt hot, touchy, angry feelings, it was like something tribial engulfed his whole body. His mind went numb, and something like an alter-ego took over. Right now, Seth was suprised he hadn't ran into a car. That would have been bad. He decided to stray from the road.
The truth about it was that even though his slight paranoia and ADD, Seth didn't really need his medicine for those purposes. He was somewhat addicted, though it was more that his brain depended on the supplements that the pills possessed. If he didn't have them, he was mentally malnourished. Gripping a tree, Seth was able to stand upright. For some odd reason, he found himself softly humming 'Breaking the Habit' by Linkin Park. Just because it was a song that he listened over and over to when he was at Roscoe's house. Roscoe's house was in the Seattle ghetto. He'd had some odd experiences this week.
But he had always morphed that week. Always. Because though he'd ran away from Lalaine, he wasn't sure if she'd want him back. But he wanted to be ready, incase. And if not, he'd just stop altogether and be a husk of the person he was. He'd probably curl up in a small ball and die. That sounded great. Well, if she didn't want him at least. It'd make him feel really bad if she didn't want him back. But then again, he'd probably ripped her into two slowly and surely. He gulped.
Seth accidently just stumbled into the Meadow, and eventually just sat down on the side of the Meadow, his heads surrounding his face as he softly washed the dirt off his face with the rain water that was trickling into his face. He eventually had most of the dirt stinging off his face and bleeding into the rather full of water ground, when he heard the soft murmur that was the sound of crying. Looking up, Seth choked quitely. Lalaine. He just stared in soft transfixation at her for awhile. He was still shocked by her now angular and sharp bone structure. It made her gorgeous, though she'd been gorgeous before then. She'd always been gorgeous. But now it was a little intimadiating. But he breathed eventually, emotions flooding faster then a freight train into his mind. . . Lalaine.
