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"Apples taste pretty good..."

Temp Note: This is TheCaramelApple I'll be joining on this account ♥

GENERAL ID

Name: Jasper Kael || Alias/Nickname: Jazz
Age: 22
Height: 5'10
Weight: 150 lbs
Profession: Punk
Sub-Profession: Medic In Training

Rank Level: F-Rank Refugee
Card Type & Number: King Of Clubs

[ Weapons ]

Wooden Bat
Finds it more useful than the whip he used to use. As he recently attained it; it doesn't have much wear and tear.

Devil's Tail
A trustee snake whip he affectionately nicknamed for several reasons. He stole it from a dealer he used to know.

[ Items ]

Pack of cigarettes He used to chain smoke them, but only pulls one out if he's really stressed or nervous.

PERSONALITY

Clever| Reserved | Passive | Motivated | Laid-back | Neat | Meditative |Selfless

Jasper is quick to catch onto things and can usually read the emotions in a room. He's the kind of guy that understands a process the first time you show him, and will rarely need you to repeat it again;however, if he's bored, tired, or uninterested in it, that might affect how quickly he learns. He's become better at thinking quickly and critically in tough situations. Being in the brigade has made him a bit more willing to start conversation, but half the time he still would wait days if he had too, for someone to talk to him first. This tends to vary with his mood and environment. If he's on the job he tends to be both a lot more outspoken and a bit more approachable. In the brigade he tends to keep to himself or stick around who he knows. Usually only these buns are able to get more emotion out of him.

As a result of past experiences he's quite driven to take care of others and to get his job done to the best of his ability. If he plans to spend a day in, simple bribes tend to get him up and moving, or even something like clear skies and a sunny day. He has a wish to benefit others as much as possible, so he knows that he has been good for something, and if he succeeds his sleep is more peaceful at night. With this kind of mentality it takes a lot to make him angry. Especially angry enough to get physical as he's rather passive. He prefers to lie back and watch someone make an ass of themselves instead of calling them out on it. This is partially because he doesn't want to fight, and partially because he usually just...doesn't care. The time and effort scuffling and debating could very well be spent doing something a lot more useful.

His things are kept organized and neat at all times, and have been for as long as he can remember. Jasper doesn't like to have to search through or climb over a bunch of things to find another. If everything is clearly laid out, life is a lot easier, and that way he can take up as little space as possible which he often had to do in the past to make himself scarce.

The past two years have taught him a lot, and now his hesitation is based not on lack of experience, but planning. If you tell him there's no plan he'll make one, or at least one for him if there's no time to sort things out. Despite how thoughtful he can be simple things like high-fives and smiles still make him extremely happy.

[ Likes ]
+ Punk work
+ Close Combat
+ Being praised
+ Being Useful
+ Teamwork

[ Dislikes ]
- Extended silence
- Being alone for long periods of time
- Being cooped up inside

HISTORY

Overview: Jasper grew up alone in an underground lab. When said lab was shut down he was thrown into a foster care program where no one would take or keep him as medical experimentation turned him into a socially inept junkie. Upon leaving his last home, he was adopted into a gang where he was able to straighten himself up and learn about the world he actually had been living in the whole time. Around New Year's, at the age of 20, he was recruited by a band of the brigades' bunnies; thus a life centered around BJBB began.

[ Childhood ]

Jasper was born and raised in a lab where he was immediately separated from his parents-who were also test subjects-and became another project raised by surrogate doctors that monitored him daily. In the beginning the tests were like check ups. They monitored things like eye-sight, hearing, and the basic physical and mental progress of a bunny hybrid in captivity. At least until he became a little older. At the age of ten he had become completely used to a day in the laboratory, even as tests started becoming painful and more drug-based. It was all he knew, so it had to be normal, right? The boy had only ever dreamed of the white walls he fell asleep and woke up to. Raised in solitary confinement, only knowing the care of the doctors that came through his door; it got to the point where Jasper was so paranoid no one would open his door when they left that he found himself looking forward to seeing anyone.

One day,still at age ten the lab was raided and shut down by police since genetic programs had long since been reprimanded and ended, or at least were supposed to be. The researchers were arrested and the healthy bunnies were taken away and put into a foster care system;however, it was more like a space where they would be out of sight and mind. No one put effort into looking after them or caring about the homes they went too. Gangs and alliances formed, bunnies came and went as they pleased and the place became a living hell for Jasper, who had no idea what to do with himself. For the next few months he suffered from withdrawal symptoms, now unable to get the 'daily treatment' he was used to in the labs; consequently, no one would so much as glance at him. In the end he sought out drugs and ended up in debt to both humans and other bunnies.

His life continued on like this until he was 14. After being kicked around by some of the bunnies he owed they opened his eyes and he realized that what he had was an addiction. As he was young, impressionable, and terribly naive, the group took him in and gave him a few life lessons. He learned the most about humans feelings toward bunnies in the next three years, and gained some street smarts once he cleaned himself up a bit. They valued him because of his eidetic memory and knack for remembering routes that helped him get out of tight situations. As a result, he usually played the decoy for them.

[ BJBB Then ]

Shortly after New Year's, when Jasper turned 20, something big seemed to be going down. Bunnies were all over the city, wreaking havoc and having a good time.

"What's up with them?"

"Don't you know? New Year's is a different kind of celebration for us. It's when the Brigade comes alive."

"Brigade? We have a brigade?"

"Well no, not us, them."

Despite being with the gang for some time, they were glad that he'd cleaned himself up over the years and encouraged him to choose his own future, as that was what they would do. With that push, Jasper caught up with the bunnies, fascinated by their freedom and style. He was soon on the way to a new home.

Despite his lax outlook, it didn't take long for Jasper to get settled into the brigade. He became acquainted with more hybrids than he could've hoped for, which, albeit was natural in such a place, but still an accomplishment to a bun that grew up without the company of his kind and only intrusive human care for crucial years of his life. Jasper became truly comfortable for the first time in awhile, discovering a new sense of purpose in assisting the brigade. Initially he was a bit reckless, inciting more trouble than he needed to, not caring if he perished on or off the job as long as he was able to benefit at least one bunny, but upon meeting hybrids he wanted to be around and protect, he's developed some construction in what he puts his time and effort into. His years in the lab have and always will feel like lost time that he has to make up for, so until he is satisfied with himself he tries his damnedest not to be put to rest.

[ Now ]

Jasper separated from the brigade shortly after it put a stop to the public execution of the captured spades. He didn't plan on leaving the organization behind, but he had some questions that he needed answers to, and as things in Pearson city began to get increasingly rocky, he wanted to check up on old pals and connections. It was during this time that he really began looking for information on his parents. After getting over his addiction he felt like there was a sense of closure missing in his life, and he dug deeper into what the beginning of his life was and meant with a fresh mindset. Despite being told by many to move on and forget about it; he couldn't let that part of his life go.

He reconnected with the gang he used to be in and stayed with them for some time in the slums, helping them out while gathering information, but with POSRA becoming a regime it became difficult to make moves and stay free. The hybrids and even decent humans he'd come across were being detained left and right, and he had less and less friends and acquaintances to turn to as most of them never came back.

When the riots started he stayed away from the streets as much as possible. He'd hit a dead end in his quest for information, and was frustrated by the state of a city he thought couldn't get any worse at several points in time. At least until the live broadcast of a familiar face.

When the government began relocating bunnies and clearing he slums, he made up his mind on his next move.

It was time to go home, and lead his old friends to a new one.

Trivia⋆ Has photographic memory that mostly helps him when he needs to free run through the city or find the nearest rabbit hole. To this day he just thinks he's really good at remembering things, but his past drug use has hindered his ability to recall the less traumatic events of his childhood and lab days.

⋆ During his early days on the street he learned to execute self care due to countless fights and injuries. Everything else that he knows about poisons and medication is what he caught onto in the lab or in the brigade. Lately he's been taking medic work more seriously as opposed to just focusing on his main job.

⋆ He has a tattoo of a winged crown going across his shoulder blades

⋆ Ironically enough he favors relaxant medication for medical and offensive purposes now that he's on its 'good side'. This is geared toward other hybrids or enemies, as he won't take medication unless he absolutely has to.

Relationships:
**Will update after sweep

RP MethodsTBA

Prev App

The son is back.
I haven't used him in so long but here he is, hopefully looking better because those checkers had to go...Not all of them though I really look forward to drawing+improving and chatting so please do say hello.

Description

"Apples taste pretty good..."

Temp Note: This is TheCaramelApple I'll be joining on this account ♥

GENERAL ID

Name: Jasper Kael || Alias/Nickname: Jazz
Age: 22
Height: 5'10
Weight: 150 lbs
Profession: Punk
Sub-Profession: Medic In Training

Rank Level: F-Rank Refugee
Card Type & Number: King Of Clubs

[ Weapons ]

Wooden Bat
Finds it more useful than the whip he used to use. As he recently attained it; it doesn't have much wear and tear.

Devil's Tail
A trustee snake whip he affectionately nicknamed for several reasons. He stole it from a dealer he used to know.

[ Items ]

Pack of cigarettes He used to chain smoke them, but only pulls one out if he's really stressed or nervous.

PERSONALITY

Clever| Reserved | Passive | Motivated | Laid-back | Neat | Meditative |Selfless

Jasper is quick to catch onto things and can usually read the emotions in a room. He's the kind of guy that understands a process the first time you show him, and will rarely need you to repeat it again;however, if he's bored, tired, or uninterested in it, that might affect how quickly he learns. He's become better at thinking quickly and critically in tough situations. Being in the brigade has made him a bit more willing to start conversation, but half the time he still would wait days if he had too, for someone to talk to him first. This tends to vary with his mood and environment. If he's on the job he tends to be both a lot more outspoken and a bit more approachable. In the brigade he tends to keep to himself or stick around who he knows. Usually only these buns are able to get more emotion out of him.

As a result of past experiences he's quite driven to take care of others and to get his job done to the best of his ability. If he plans to spend a day in, simple bribes tend to get him up and moving, or even something like clear skies and a sunny day. He has a wish to benefit others as much as possible, so he knows that he has been good for something, and if he succeeds his sleep is more peaceful at night. With this kind of mentality it takes a lot to make him angry. Especially angry enough to get physical as he's rather passive. He prefers to lie back and watch someone make an ass of themselves instead of calling them out on it. This is partially because he doesn't want to fight, and partially because he usually just...doesn't care. The time and effort scuffling and debating could very well be spent doing something a lot more useful.

His things are kept organized and neat at all times, and have been for as long as he can remember. Jasper doesn't like to have to search through or climb over a bunch of things to find another. If everything is clearly laid out, life is a lot easier, and that way he can take up as little space as possible which he often had to do in the past to make himself scarce.

The past two years have taught him a lot, and now his hesitation is based not on lack of experience, but planning. If you tell him there's no plan he'll make one, or at least one for him if there's no time to sort things out. Despite how thoughtful he can be simple things like high-fives and smiles still make him extremely happy.

[ Likes ]
+ Punk work
+ Close Combat
+ Being praised
+ Being Useful
+ Teamwork

[ Dislikes ]
- Extended silence
- Being alone for long periods of time
- Being cooped up inside

HISTORY

Overview: Jasper grew up alone in an underground lab. When said lab was shut down he was thrown into a foster care program where no one would take or keep him as medical experimentation turned him into a socially inept junkie. Upon leaving his last home, he was adopted into a gang where he was able to straighten himself up and learn about the world he actually had been living in the whole time. Around New Year's, at the age of 20, he was recruited by a band of the brigades' bunnies; thus a life centered around BJBB began.

[ Childhood ]

Jasper was born and raised in a lab where he was immediately separated from his parents-who were also test subjects-and became another project raised by surrogate doctors that monitored him daily. In the beginning the tests were like check ups. They monitored things like eye-sight, hearing, and the basic physical and mental progress of a bunny hybrid in captivity. At least until he became a little older. At the age of ten he had become completely used to a day in the laboratory, even as tests started becoming painful and more drug-based. It was all he knew, so it had to be normal, right? The boy had only ever dreamed of the white walls he fell asleep and woke up to. Raised in solitary confinement, only knowing the care of the doctors that came through his door; it got to the point where Jasper was so paranoid no one would open his door when they left that he found himself looking forward to seeing anyone.

One day,still at age ten the lab was raided and shut down by police since genetic programs had long since been reprimanded and ended, or at least were supposed to be. The researchers were arrested and the healthy bunnies were taken away and put into a foster care system;however, it was more like a space where they would be out of sight and mind. No one put effort into looking after them or caring about the homes they went too. Gangs and alliances formed, bunnies came and went as they pleased and the place became a living hell for Jasper, who had no idea what to do with himself. For the next few months he suffered from withdrawal symptoms, now unable to get the 'daily treatment' he was used to in the labs; consequently, no one would so much as glance at him. In the end he sought out drugs and ended up in debt to both humans and other bunnies.

His life continued on like this until he was 14. After being kicked around by some of the bunnies he owed they opened his eyes and he realized that what he had was an addiction. As he was young, impressionable, and terribly naive, the group took him in and gave him a few life lessons. He learned the most about humans feelings toward bunnies in the next three years, and gained some street smarts once he cleaned himself up a bit. They valued him because of his eidetic memory and knack for remembering routes that helped him get out of tight situations. As a result, he usually played the decoy for them.

[ BJBB Then ]

Shortly after New Year's, when Jasper turned 20, something big seemed to be going down. Bunnies were all over the city, wreaking havoc and having a good time.

"What's up with them?"

"Don't you know? New Year's is a different kind of celebration for us. It's when the Brigade comes alive."

"Brigade? We have a brigade?"

"Well no, not us, them."

Despite being with the gang for some time, they were glad that he'd cleaned himself up over the years and encouraged him to choose his own future, as that was what they would do. With that push, Jasper caught up with the bunnies, fascinated by their freedom and style. He was soon on the way to a new home.

Despite his lax outlook, it didn't take long for Jasper to get settled into the brigade. He became acquainted with more hybrids than he could've hoped for, which, albeit was natural in such a place, but still an accomplishment to a bun that grew up without the company of his kind and only intrusive human care for crucial years of his life. Jasper became truly comfortable for the first time in awhile, discovering a new sense of purpose in assisting the brigade. Initially he was a bit reckless, inciting more trouble than he needed to, not caring if he perished on or off the job as long as he was able to benefit at least one bunny, but upon meeting hybrids he wanted to be around and protect, he's developed some construction in what he puts his time and effort into. His years in the lab have and always will feel like lost time that he has to make up for, so until he is satisfied with himself he tries his damnedest not to be put to rest.

[ Now ]

Jasper separated from the brigade shortly after it put a stop to the public execution of the captured spades. He didn't plan on leaving the organization behind, but he had some questions that he needed answers to, and as things in Pearson city began to get increasingly rocky, he wanted to check up on old pals and connections. It was during this time that he really began looking for information on his parents. After getting over his addiction he felt like there was a sense of closure missing in his life, and he dug deeper into what the beginning of his life was and meant with a fresh mindset. Despite being told by many to move on and forget about it; he couldn't let that part of his life go.

He reconnected with the gang he used to be in and stayed with them for some time in the slums, helping them out while gathering information, but with POSRA becoming a regime it became difficult to make moves and stay free. The hybrids and even decent humans he'd come across were being detained left and right, and he had less and less friends and acquaintances to turn to as most of them never came back.

When the riots started he stayed away from the streets as much as possible. He'd hit a dead end in his quest for information, and was frustrated by the state of a city he thought couldn't get any worse at several points in time. At least until the live broadcast of a familiar face.

When the government began relocating bunnies and clearing he slums, he made up his mind on his next move.

It was time to go home, and lead his old friends to a new one.

Trivia⋆ Has photographic memory that mostly helps him when he needs to free run through the city or find the nearest rabbit hole. To this day he just thinks he's really good at remembering things, but his past drug use has hindered his ability to recall the less traumatic events of his childhood and lab days.

⋆ During his early days on the street he learned to execute self care due to countless fights and injuries. Everything else that he knows about poisons and medication is what he caught onto in the lab or in the brigade. Lately he's been taking medic work more seriously as opposed to just focusing on his main job.

⋆ He has a tattoo of a winged crown going across his shoulder blades

⋆ Ironically enough he favors relaxant medication for medical and offensive purposes now that he's on its 'good side'. This is geared toward other hybrids or enemies, as he won't take medication unless he absolutely has to.

Relationships:
**Will update after sweep

RP MethodsTBA

Prev App

The son is back.
I haven't used him in so long but here he is, hopefully looking better because those checkers had to go...Not all of them though I really look forward to drawing+improving and chatting so please do say hello.