Covington, Jasper

[Samira]

This is my side of the story
Only my side of the story...

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About You:
Your Name:Sami
Age: 19 ...ohgosh I feel old...
Years Roleplaying: six? ish?
One Random Fact: I’m addicted to swing dancing, especially aerials and lifts!

Only my burden to bear
Nobody cares, nobody's there...

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Lyrics:No time for goodbye he said
As he faded away
Don't put your life in someone's hands
They're bound to steal it away
Don't hide your mistakes
'Cause they'll find you, burn you
Then he said
If you want to get out alive
Hold on - run for your life...

The Vitals:
Name: Jasper Covington
Playby: Ben Barnes
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Date of Birth: 23 June, 1995
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Country of Origin: England

School Records:
Position: Student
Talent: Fire
Years at Chalice: 9
House: Zeus

No one will hear
My side of the story...

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Painting the Portrait:
Appearance:
While he is tall, dark, and fairly attractive, “tall, dark, and handsome” never seems to be the phrase that comes to people’s minds when they see Jasper. “Dangerous” might be a bit more likely to come to mind. He stands about six feet tall and carries himself imposingly, head up and shoulders back, usually with a slightly mocking smirk on his face. His hair is black, except for one bright crimson streak. He doesn’t remember the origin of the red streak - it’s been there as long as he can remember, but it’s certainly not normal. His best guess is that it has something to do with his fire talent. He’s probably right. He has a habit of running his hand back through his hair, and he doesn’t usually notice if there’s fire in his hand to begin with. His hair, like the rest of him, is fireproof, and it tends to catch on fire without his noticing. When it isn’t a mess of flames, Jasper’s hair is rather long, a careless style that looks as if it should see a barber or a comb, but that tends to look attractive on him anyway. His eyes are a deep amber colour, and when he gets angry the pupils glow like embers. When he’s really angry his tongue tends to catch fire and he seems to spit flames along with his words.

Jasper usually wears black, with a leather jacket, but instead of looking goth he tends to convey the appearance of someone along the lines of Jason Bourne. Most of his clothes have little singe marks on them from the fire he constantly plays with - unlike his body, his clothes aren’t fireproof. He usually carries a black messenger bag around with him and tends to watch the world with an appearance of slight sarcasm and condescension. He can usually be seen leaning up against a wall or a tree or a doorframe, arms cross, an expression of complete disinterest on his face as he watches people passing. While he excels at almost everything, he manages to convey an air of complete disinterest in the world in general. It never looks like he’s actually putting any modicum of effort into anything, except, from time to time, keeping his temper. He’s most often to be seen with a fireball twirling on his finger, or a small flame flipping over and under his fingers the way a coin might on a prestidigitator’s.

Personality:
Mostly Jasper is sarcastic. He takes no pains whatsoever to be tactful or courteous. He exudes an atmosphere of disregard for everyone and everything around him, and he makes it plain when he feels annoyed by people. While he isn’t cruel he is generally rude without thinking about it. He doesn’t feel a need to have friends and so feels no need to be friendly. Water talents, especially, annoy him, as do people who seem nervous or self-deprecating. He is capable of being polite - charming, even - when he wants to; he simply seldom wants to. While he appears as if he couldn’t care less about anyone or anything, he is a close observer. He knows a great deal more about the people surrounding him than they know or would be comfortable with. He’s quite good at reading people and can usually tell how they’re feeling and whether or not they’re telling the truth - again, though, that doesn’t usually alter the way he treats them or acts around them.

Guilt defines Jasper’s most private thoughts. Those are the thoughts he keeps buried away and tries not to bring up. While he views fire as his friend and has it constantly moving in and around him, he also knows far too well the havoc it can wreak if it gets out of control and the pain it can cause to anyone who isn’t like him. While he appears strong and will never admit it, a deep part of him is coldly terrified that some day he’ll lose control of his unorthodox pet again and it will hurt the people he cares about. A huge part of his distance from the world is a result of this fear, the worry that anyone near him could be harmed.

History:
Jasper doesn’t remember much before the fire. He has a hazy memory of happiness, sunshine, laughter, and music. He’d say he had a good childhood with a good family. There’s always fire on the edges of his memories, though, and fire is what destroyed that blur of bliss. Anger always makes his fires stronger, hotter, harder to control, and his temper has never been his best feature. He no longer remembers what made him so angry, but if he thinks about it he’ll admit it was probably something fairly trivial. Whatever it was, it made him angry enough to completely lose control of his seven-year-old emotions and his fairly tenuous grasp on his talent. There was fire everywhere. The entire house went down, and his entire family died in the fire. The firefighters found him on the smouldering back porch, his clothes entirely burnt away, entirely unharmed by the fire but in a state of complete shock. Sometimes his nightmares bring back the sounds of agony and terror that he heard that night.

He bounced through about a year of social services and foster care before he was taken to Chalice, where he’s been a year-round student ever since. At first he hated it, but it quickly became home. While he doesn’t get close to the other students or the professors, he’s developed a deep fondness for the school itself, the atmosphere, the constant changing face of it. He also loves the preserve around the academy, and he gets along fairly well with the few semi-domesticated creatures in it and knows how to keep himself safe from the rest.

Family: All deceased.
Roommates: Thomas/Aiden ((still to be made by Waggy))

Details:
Likes:
Fire
Being left alone
Black
Scaring the heck out of newbies
The preserve around the school
Succeeding - though he does a great job of looking entirely apathetic
Nicole - though he won’t admit it
Black coffee
Dark chocolate
Big animals, especially the ones that really skeeve out normal people
Appearing impenetrable
Watching people without them noticing

Dislikes:
Cold of any sort
Rain - it makes him steam
Any other elemental talent, especially water-talents
People asking questions or trying to get him involved in things
Attention
Vulnerability
Reminders of his past or family
Nightmares
Stairs - especially the six flights up to his dorm
Breakfast foods in general
Loud chaos, especially involving squealing or giggling girls
Being taken by surprise

Strengths:
Reads people well
Extremely talented and controlled with his particular gift
Brilliant scholar - he never appears to put effort into it but always has good marks in class
Thinks quickly on his feet
Physically very strong
Surprisingly good with small children, when he takes the time to notice their existence

Weaknesses:
Hates opening up in any way
Can be extremely scathing and has little respect for others
Easily annoyed
Can’t swim and has a fear of drowning
Though he reads people well he doesn’t interact well with them

Hobbies:
Horseback riding
People watching

Hold on, don't turn and walk away
Save me -

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Other: ...eh...nope.

And I cried these words but nobody came...

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