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[Jasper Devine]

Name: Jasper Mathieu Devine

Age: Twenty-two

Band Member? Techie? Fan?: Band Member

Name of Band & Position: Yell Yeah!, Vocals/possibly keyboardist?

Personality: Jasper is a retarded art fag.

No, seriously.

He's very artistic and creative. The kind of guy who would rather take a long walk and stargaze and listen to music rather then watch a football game. Come to think of it, Jasper really doesn't like sports that much. He'd much rather watch a concert or read a book then watch some people run around a field. He likes peace and quiet, and often is found out by a beach or sitting at some cafe reading a book. He loves to read. Jasper is rather intelligent, and knows a lot about a lot of random things. Mostly things that have to do with music, or Chicago, where he grew up. Plus, he's a bit of a grammar/spelling Nazi, with the exception of texting. On the internet, though, he very rarely uses any kind of chat speak.

However, Jasper isn't completely introverted and peaceful and serious. He's actually rather funny, and quite fun to be around. Though, sometimes he can be a little shy around people he doesn't know, mostly because he's no good at small talk and making clever conversations. But, normally, that passes quickly. He's really random, especially with his friends, and even a little spastic sometimes. But people love Jasper. He's a very lovable guy. Though he dresses tough and very... differently, Jasper is kind to everyone he meets, even people he doesn't know. Very rarely does he get extremely pissed off, and even when he is, he is able to carry his anger out in a dignified and civil manner. Most of the time. There is the small occasion where, when provoked enough, Jasper will go off and punch you in the babymaker... not literally, but, you get the point. This is quite rare, though. He doesn't really like violence, unless you mess with his friends or someone he loves or something.

Jasper isn't exactly the calmest or most elegant person in the world, despite he may seem it. In fact, he's quite the opposite. He's a tad paranoid at times, which often causes him to act spastically and scare very easily. He's skittish and prone to accidents such as tripping over nothing or walking into walls. At first, these things were a tad embarrassing, but, Jasper's learned to deal with them.

Jasper is a heavy drinker, almost to the point where you could call him an alcoholic. Unfortunately, he also has quite a smoking addiction. The two things a parent would hate most for their child, right? He likes to party, and most definitely likes to have a good time. Sometimes this isn't always a bad thing when you act like a responsible adult. However, sadly, Jasper isn't exactly a very 'responsible' adult. He can get pretty careless at times, especially after he's had a few.

He's a bit of a romantic. However, rarely does he meet a girl he's interested in dating. No, he's not gay or anything, but, Jasper has yet to find a girl that really sweeps him off his feet. Sure, he's had a few relationships, but many of them fell through. But, when he really does fall for someone, he's all for expressing it. Gifts, attention, affection, romantic dinners, clever dates, anything to let whoever it is he's in love with know how much he loves them.

Screw the rest of America, Jasper Devine is the one who's most definitely got talent. He plays the piano, the guitar, has an absolutely gorgeous voice, writes music, writes lyrics, isn't half-bad at drawing, is great photographer, and a killer film-maker. But, Jasper isn't one to brag. In fact, he's quite modest most of the time. He'd be the last one to say he's pretty, or is really good at something, despite his friends would probably say otherwise. But, though Jasper may deny it, he really is an extremely skilled young man.

Jasper can't drive. Well, he has a license, but God only knows how he managed to pass. Since he was sixteen, he crashed his Aunt's car a grand total of twelve times, mostly due to his inability to pay attention to the road and his spastic tendencies. However, he has yet to crash his own car.

Jasper is also a little bit of a germophob. He greatly fears getting sick or catching some kind of terrible disease. Not to the point where he won't step outside or anything, of course, but, he's not taking any chances. For example, those fingerless gloves he wears all year round aren't simply a clever fashion statement. He refuses to directly touch a door, sanitizes and washes his hands more then any normal person needs to, and will not go in a public restroom or shower.

Frustration comes quick for Jasper. He's a little bit of a perfectionist sometimes, and when he can't get something right, or understand something the first time, it bothers him. In addition, he's very obsessive compulsive -- things need to be organized and in their proper places or else he'll probably end up throwing a fit. This is especially true when it comes to his appearance; Jasper refuses to leave the house unless his hair looks to his satisfaction. He worries a lot how people perceive him, so therefore, he puts a lot of time and worry into his appearance.

The poor boy can't sit still to save his life. Jasper constantly fidgets and moves around, doing such paranoid things as tapping his heel on the ground, clicking his pen, or playing with his hair, sometimes without even realizing it. It gets him in trouble on occasion during classes, but, he can't help himself. It's like some kind of undiagnosed mental disorder that's always affected him, unfortunately.

Jasper absolutely adores his daughter, Emelia. He always puts her well-being above all else, even his own, as most parents tend to do. Sometimes, however, he tends to get a little over-protective toward her out of fear he might lose her like he lost his girlfriend so quickly before his eyes. Despite, he tries his best to be a good father to her, though he often questions whether or not he is doing a decent job or not, whether or not the decisions he is making for her are correct. He does everything he can for that little girl, and currently, the relationship they hold is very strong, a bond Jasper hopes will never break.

Appearance: Jasper has big hair and an even bigger heart. His hair is brown, big, and fluffy, though it has been a few other colors, such as black. Occasionally he gets strands highlighted in blonde or some other strange color like red or blue, but normally he just keeps it its natural brown color. No matter what style it is, it always look full and lush and extremely poofy. It's quite amusing, actually. It’s usually rather messy looking, as if there is some kind of dead animal simply lying on top of his head, but it’s simply the way it’s styled. He takes good care of his hair, and often spends a good amount of time making it look the way he likes it, shiny and soft.

He has really big hazel eyes, that always look very curious yet cautious at the same time. When Jasper was thirteen, his vision began getting a bit blurry. He had trouble seeing far away, and after a trip to the eye doctor, it was confirmed that the boy needed glasses. He wore them religiously for about a year or two, before he finally switched to contacts. He still has a pair of glasses at home, as most people with vision problems do. He wears them on occasion, but normally sticks to his contacts.

Jasper's a little shorter than most guys his age. He stands at around five eight, while most men are around the height of six foot or more. He's a very petite and tiny for his age of eighteen. Most guys hit some kind of growth spurt by that age, but, not Jasper. He doesn't really care, though. Height was never something that bothered him, at least, as much as his weight and other things.

He's very skinny, as well, (though Jasper would definitely disagree) probably because he never really had a lot of food to eat when he was young and with his family… or maybe he just has a fast metabolism, or just doesn’t like to eat a lot. Either way, he’s a skinny little bastard with really skinny legs. He doesn't exactly pay attention to his weight (though he worries about it constantly) but, he's probably around one-hundred and twenty-five pounds.

Jasper is known for two things: his hobo-esk clothing style and his war-like makeup. Very rarely is he seen without his white and black striped scarf, though it's not very white anymore, since he wears it so often. He also is often seen wearing his black Tripp NYC Jacket, mechanic gloves that he stole from a gas station and cut the tips off of, and Nike terminator shoes. All once looked nice, and now are rugged and old. He also tends to wear thin, white (though this alternates on occasion between black, red, green, and purple) lines over his cheeks and under his eyes, similar to the mud soldiers tend to wear in wars and such.

Jasper has both his ears pierced, as well as his right nostril. He didn’t get them all done at once, however. His father took him to get his right ear pierced when the boy was very young, and he got the other when he was about fourteen with a couple of friends, with permission, of course. However, when he turned sixteen, he was feeling rather rebellious and spontaneous, so, he went out and got his nose pierced without any kind of parental or guardian consent. Both his Aunt (whom he was living with at the time) and his mother were rather upset by it, but, as most things, it was forgiven over time.

Hobbies:

+ Listening to music
+ Writing
+ Reading
+ Sleeping
+ Walking
+ Drinking
+ Partying
+ Smoking
+ Drawing
+ Trespassing
+ Daydreaming
+ Being with family/friends
+ Dancing
+ Playing music
+ Bike-riding
+ Taking pictures
+ Making films
+ Styling hair

Likes:

+ Photography
+ Music
+ Silence
+ Peace
+ Hats
+ Scarves
+ Sunrise
+ Sunset
+ Darkness
+ Writing
+ Reading
+ Poetry
+ Friends
+ Family
+ Chicago, Illinois
+ Lightening
+ Walking
+ Bike-riding
+ Art
+ Sketching/Doodling/Drawing
+ Animals
+ Filmography
+ Being himself
+ Girls jeans (size seven)
+ Styling hair
+ Cosmetology
+ the color white
+ the color black
+ Romance
+ Smiths T-shirt
+ Abandoned mansions
+ Vicodin
+ Vodka
+ Eccentric millionaires
+ Starving artists
+ Mac gloss
+ Trespassing
+ Accents
+ Walking in the snow while listening to music
+ IPod
+ Fireworks
+ Intelligence
+ Ambition

Dislikes:

- Loud noises
- Large crowds
- Being held back
- Cruelty
- Feeling unwanted
- Being alone
- Things that aren't clean
- Germs
- Obnoxious chewing
- Lies
- Being late
- Illness
- Writer's block
- Death
- Fake laughs
- Needles
- Clowns
- Bad grammar
- Bad spelling
- Boredom
- Car crashes
- Heart attacks
- Sharks
- Water
- The phrase "Right on!"
- The phrase "Have a good one."

Sample Role Play: The winter season was always Jasper Devine's favorite time of year, mostly because he was much more tolerable of the cold then he was of the heat. All the humidity ever did for anyone was ruin their nicely styled hair and just make them feel sticky and disgusting. Sure, it meant getting out of school, but what was there to do during the summer in London that you couldn't do in the winter? It wasn't like you could take a ride to the beach or something, since, they were pretty much nonexistent in this part of the United Kingdom. Even if you could, the beach really wasn't all that great until after the sun went down, with all those crazy awesome parties and shit; not that Jasper would really ever be available to go to one, anyway, seeing as he has a kid now.

Not only that, but things were just so much more beautiful and delicate in the winter, especially after it snowed. Seeing the streets and trees outlined brightly in white never ceased to be an amazing sight. However, today, all of it seemed to have melted away, leaving nothing but slush to cover the ground and ice bobbing up and down in the water. The only slightly unpleasant downside to an otherwise lovely time of year.

Despite the fact the sun was shining through the ominous, grey clouds hanging overhead, the air was frigid and brisk -- most definitely not a good day to walk out of the house without a jacket. Of course, the chilly winds that had begun to pick up earlier that day didn't help to make things warmer, either. It probably wasn't one of the best times to go outside; today was more of one of those, "let's stay inside by the fireplace and sip hot chocolate" days, rather then "let's go take a walk through the park." And yet, there Jasper and Emelia Devine were, at the park, wandering around aimlessly. Why? Well, because Emma wanted to, of course.

Her father catered to almost whatever that two-year-old wanted, bowed to her every whim. Making sure his daughter was happy was the most important thing to him, as it was to every other caring parent out there. Once you had a kid, the life of that little girl or boy became far more important then your own; or so Jasper had come to conclude. Which was exactly why he tried to keep Emma as content as possible. Well, for that reason and because of the terrible fear he had of one day losing her. He had already lost Juliet not even a year ago; living without his daughter was asking to much.

And so, because Emma felt that she would rather play at the park in twenty degree weather rather then stay home and make smores or roast marshmallows all day, the two walked side-by-side down the pathway through Mist Park. However, that really didn't last long, because Emelia took off into a sprint at the very first sight of the jungle gym. Great... An irritated sigh rolled off his mouth as he came to a stop, debating on running after her or just letting her go off on his own. Of course, there was always that thought that she would get hurt or someone would snatch her if he was there, causing him to pull his hands out of his pockets and take off after the little girl. She kept her father in shape, that's for sure, with all her running and high stamina. Where did little kids get all their energy from, anyway? Jasper was barely even an adult and he could hardly keep up with a two-year-old. How horrible was that?

Anyway, it took him a bit, but Jasper was finally able to catch up with the little girl, quickly scooping her up into his arms, making her squeal with delight. Almost instantly, a grin crossed her father's face, a small laugh escaping his lips. Somehow, Emelia always had a way of lightening his day, even when he wasn't in the best of moods. She was just so adorable; how could you not feel better after hearing her voice, or seeing her smile? "Hold it, kid." Jasper finally said, taking notice that her shoes were untied -- and there was no way you could trust a two-year-old to run around a playground with untied shoe laces and not trip at least ten times and then end up crying about it for about an hour. "Go sit down... let me tie your shoes." Jasper moved his obnoxious, brown hair out of his face with his right, gloved hand, glancing over at the bench nearby, where a young woman also happened to be sitting. Just after Jasper set her down again, Emelia obediently ran across the field toward the bench, pulling herself up onto it and taking a seat beside the brunette. He couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride that she had actually listened to him; not that he expected her not to, but most kids tended to put up a fight when they were pulled away from their fun, even for a moment. She really was a good kid... even if she could out run her father in a second.

Jasper walked across the lawn after her, shoving his gloved hands into the pockets of his black, feminine, skinny jeans, despite the fact he would have to take them out again in a few minutes. The smile returned to his face as he stopped in front of Emelia, bending down on his knees in order to tie her shoes for her, as he had promised to do. It didn't take him long, but Jasper had decided to fix her jacket, as well, since he didn't want to take any chances of her catching a cold or something while they were out here, being the rather germophobic man he was. Emma waited patiently for her father to finish, staring eagerly at the playground before her. A two-year-olds delight, huh? Well, it didn't take him long to be on his feet again, scrutinizing his daughter for anything else he might have missed. Finally, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead, laughing softly at her anxiousness to go over and play. "You're all set, kid." He said, standing up straight again. In that instant, Emma had jumped off the bench, taking off joyously toward the swing set. "Just don't wander to far, okay?"

[Scarlett Richardson]

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