Thomas, Jasper

[Jasper Thomas]

Character Name: Jasper Jacob Thomas
Age: 17
Date of Birth: October 21
Year at Hogwarts: 7th

Background:

On October 21st, most commonly known as Halloween, the twins were born. The first was a boy, with dark brown eyes and black hair. With a smirk on her face, Dolores named him Jasper Jacob. The next was a girl, her hair light caramel color, but her eyes just as dark.

And so, Jasper Jacob Thomas and Amelia Bree Thomas were brought into life!

Growing up, Dolores showered him with gifts and little nicknames that would make Lucius Malfoy squirm in his booties. He grew to despise the color pink and cats. Even the sound of "meow" would make him see his food again. Chunks and all. As a child, he locked himself in his mother's library and read every book he could get his hands on. Especially the one on Muggle and Wizardry Politics. This pleased his mother and another dream was born. Louie could make it as Minister one day and continue his Mumsie's work. Boy, was he scared when he saw that beaming toad face staring him down.

"Jasper! My darling. My love. My Angel of Light! You, my son, shall be the new Minister! And weed out all those filthy scumbloods out of our wizarding paradise!"

He would never forget that day, nor what she said. That voice was, 1.) unforgettable 2.) instilled in him a sense of pride that no man could steal away from him. However, he didn't grow up with "friends" or any child his age. He never went to the park. He was only allowed to go the Library. So, his people skills were immediately hindered thanks to his lovely Mumsie.

When he reached the glorious age of eleven, a barn owl flew into the pink decorated kitchen and dropped an envelope bearing the seal of Hogwarts on it's flap. He tore into it and read the words he had been expecting for months. He was accepted into Hogwarts. What a glorious day for the young man. Mr. Jasper was rising up in the world. In school, he found that he only needed a few close, reliable friends and a ton of followers. That wasn't hard to accomplish. Jasper knew to just tell them what they wanted to hear and shoot them that dazzling smile.

Students love him, teachers hate him. What a prospect.


Personality: Jasper is the epitome of dark excellence. Intelligence and cunning are his best of friends, and he molds them to his will. Level-headed and lacking a moral backbone and standing, his mother taught him to take what he wanted and not to care who was hurt in the process. However, he tends to lure people in with his dazzling smile and open palm, ensnaring them with classic wit and charm, before taking from them what he wished. And most would never even notice until he dropped them like a soured jug of milk on a July day. He is not outgoing, by definition, but has a certain magnetism that draws people to him. Jasper has no need for a girlfriend, that is, a stable girlfriend. He is more of a one timing man. One night stands and flings are the kind of things he divulges himself into. Jasper would kiss you one day and then drop you for another gal the next. Licentious is possibly the best word to describe him. He doesn't feel the need to be bound to one lady, and probably won't, until he gets his trophy wife to attend to his every need during his reign as Minister. To his enemies, he is venomous and unforgiving. He shoots off insults and blatant curses to everyone who was unlucky enough to make it on his hate list. And there were quite a few. As a rule, no Potter or Weasley would be on his grace list. There wouldn't be a way in hell they would make it there, not after what their relatives had done to his esteemed Mother. His wand is his best friend and he can rattle off curses as one can the alphabet. Which can be quite scary indeed, be you a person of the dark, bloody hate list.

Around his few trusted friends, he has a sense of humor that is rather dark and brooding, but humor nonetheless. Jasper is deadly loyal to them and will not hesitate to curse someone for just looking at them, or him even, funny. He has little to no respect for the teachers, he knows it all already, right? Oftentimes, he will call them out in the middle of a lecture, challenging their knowledge on the subject. He's gotten detention many a time for just that. However, he aspires to rise to the top and do what his mother could not. Become the Minister of Magic. In his studies, he is persistent and persevering, but will never stoop to ask for help. Pride keeps his tongue still. His mother taught him that the best never have to stop and ask for help. And the strong help themselves. So he did just that. He studied harder and smiled broader than anyone in the school.


Physical Appearance: Jasper is attractive for his age of seventeen. Dark brown hair falls down to just inches above the brow line. The color is like that of melted chocolate, and just as lucious and soft. His eyes are of matching brown coloring, having the more liquid state of the chocolate coloring. They are dark and brooding, the true light of laughter never truly grazing their sight. Oftentimes, it's a fake laugther that leaves his lips, and his eyes are just as dark as the unknown bottom of the deep ocean. Those eyes rarely seem to change, however. Unless he finds himself angry. Those dark eyes will turn to a black coloring and flame could shoot out of them, scorching all around him. His mouth will quiver and if you have not yet turned on your heels and ran away, you will find yourself either cursed, or transfigured. And his laughter will preceed you. A dark, chilling laughter that turned that mouth into a sneer matching those eyes. Once doing an act of pure evil, a light would brighten those eyes, much like the light that would fill his mother's eyes when assigning detention to the Potter child in her day. His body is sligthtly muscular, and tanned from days in the sun, zipping through the wooded area near his home on his broom. He is tall, and carries himself with an air of superiority and posture. Never slouching, he prides himself in his stance, and hold his chin high, mouth pursed. He takes on a facade of a cold, icy personality, and to much shame, it's not much of a facade. He is cold, and relentless in his pursuit of what he deems to be worthy. And nothing is deemed more worthy than gaining the respect and love of his Mother, who was so unfairly shamed. Occasionally, he would allow his facial hair to grow out to give his face that rough look that the ladies seem to fall in love with.

His casual dress outside of school tends to be rather sophisticated, sometimes going as far as to deck out in robes that have the influence of the Ministry in them. However, when not in that dress, he wears simple clothing. A button up shirt, t-shirts, jeans, slacks, sneakers, dress shoes. It's rather hard to predict what he will wear next. In school, he wears normal robes, choosing not to spice it up or anything of that sort. Not only would his mother die, he would feel odd. not being the crazy outgoing person.


Sample Role-play:

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Seven o' clock in the library marked thirty minutes until the lights were due to be shut off and the endless walls of books were shut and locked behind the large wooden entrance doors. Lucian was in a historical section of the University library pacing backward and forward between the divided sections marked with the letter S. He was trying to avoid listening to the details that the minds in the room went over, but he simply couldn't. It was like a plague. He could always hear the thoughts of those surrounding him. This lead him to avoid crowded places to begin with. The Librarian was thinking of books that were past due, her grand children, and a young woman named Charlotte whom he could only assume was in the room. Her picture was so vividly imprinted in this woman's mind.

Then he heard the detailed thoughts of a young girl. However detail wasn't detail at all. These images were cloudy and askew. Like she resented thinking about them. Just flashes of color and light a nameless face, and every now and then a scream. Lucian didn't know whether to be mystified or terrified. Normally Lucian can connect with a person's mind upon hearing it, but this particular thought process beckoned him to be invited. This woman was either incredibly talented at lying to herself or a wayward soul. Denial had never been so complex and the the dream like quality of the images he had been allowed to see were daunting and inescapable for Lucian.

As Lucian felt her presence draw nearer his joints locked up and bent his tow head over a book entitled "Saratoga and the epic battle." It didn't interest him, he didn't even know what a Saratoga was. He also didn't care. “Excuse me.” Her voice was meek. She couldn't have been anyone of intense importance but she did not follow through with her chivalry and as she passed by her hip blade grazed across the very bottom of Lucian's spine. His knees buckled and while his eyes were open his mind was clouded with abstract thoughts, a vision? He wasn't entirely sure. First an image of billowing smoke. Then a chorus of mournful humming, like the words to the hymn they were projecting through their tightly pressed lips were too miserable to say aloud. Reality hit him. What had felt like three or four minutes had only been a small intersection of seconds. He exhaled. "Pardoned." he said through gritted teeth and his eyes moved beneath his eye lashes to take a quick glance at the woman who's touch had floored him. She was petite. Breakable. Surely destined for death as well. He wasn't going to stick around to better understand the relevance of his vision. He made his leave like a gentlemen.

Where would you like to be sorted? {Rank all four Hogwarts Houses from most preferred to least preferred. However, we will still base the sorting on your character's background and personality.}
1. Slytherin
2. Gryffindor
3. Ravenclaw
4. Hufflepuff

Anything else?

Nope! =)

[Ava Addison]

Accepted

Welcome to PPH :3 You have been sorted into Slytherin

((Jasper, you might want to change the date of your birth. Its says Oct 21, and then it says "On October 21st, most commonly known as Halloween". If im not wrong, today the 31st is halloween and not the 21st.))