Jasper In Character Example
The year was eighteen sixty two, and Jasper Hale was enrolled in the Army. The Confederate States Army, to be exact. This was his second year serving, it brought him great joy. For through out his young life he was told he would amount to nothing, the most he would get out of life was a possible marriage. Oh how he had proven everyone wrong. Jasper was nineteen years old, a solider protecting his country. He was a savoir to many, instead of a Texan slob.
Being born and raised in Texas, the lifestyle got boring quick. His family was well mannered, though fairly rude to everyone around them. If a new comer made themselves present to the small town from which he lived, his family would take it upon themselves to make the new comers 'welcome'. Which sounds like a nice thing to do, however Jasper's family did not understand the properties of 'being nice'.
Jasper often thought that he had been adopted, though it was very unlikely. He looked exactly like his father, apparently he had his mother's eyes. Speaking of eyes, Jasper had a tendency to let them wonder. In his opinion sight was the best sense a human being could posses. Why? Simply because Jasper enjoyed and found the beauty in everything. Whether it was a raven with a broken wing or a solider upon the opposite side with his wife and children. Yes the second image wasn’t a good one for a solider of the army to have, as it was his duty to kill the other side. Or at least injure them severely and bring them back to base for questioning, and possibly have them killed after the questioning.
Children are beautiful things. They truly are the future of the world. It was interesting though. To Jasper, children were marvels’ and wonderful. Though even to a mother, a child was annoying and always in her way. Perhaps this meant that Jasper would make a wondrous father? No it can't be that. Maybe Jasper is just soft. No. Jasper wasn’t soft. He is a solider in the Army, a killing machine. He was made to do this. To serve his country, to make something of himself. To prove everyone wrong.
What if he was wrong? What if being apart of the Army wasn’t what he was supposed to be doing? What if Jasper was Soft? Softer then a solider should be? I'm screwed. No I'm beyond Screwed. I'm fcuked.
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Jasper's lean though muscular build left the station, one thing upon his mind. I need a drink. Currently he was stationed in a base that was not active, as they had called in a different base. Jasper had already served in the war, he had killed seventeen other teenage boys. Three months prior he was with his crew when Monty Kristof stepped on a mine, blowing himself up instantly. The blast sent multiple soldier’s flying back, Jasper was included. His left arm now surfaced a deep gash, though now seemingly a white scar.
Entering the small pub two streets down, Jasper locked eyes with the bar keep. " Whiskey, Pint." It was strong, which was exactly what Jasper needed currently. His frame sat still upon a bar stool as he awaited the drink.
Being born and raised in Texas, the lifestyle got boring quick. His family was well mannered, though fairly rude to everyone around them. If a new comer made themselves present to the small town from which he lived, his family would take it upon themselves to make the new comers 'welcome'. Which sounds like a nice thing to do, however Jasper's family did not understand the properties of 'being nice'.
Jasper often thought that he had been adopted, though it was very unlikely. He looked exactly like his father, apparently he had his mother's eyes. Speaking of eyes, Jasper had a tendency to let them wonder. In his opinion sight was the best sense a human being could posses. Why? Simply because Jasper enjoyed and found the beauty in everything. Whether it was a raven with a broken wing or a solider upon the opposite side with his wife and children. Yes the second image wasn’t a good one for a solider of the army to have, as it was his duty to kill the other side. Or at least injure them severely and bring them back to base for questioning, and possibly have them killed after the questioning.
Children are beautiful things. They truly are the future of the world. It was interesting though. To Jasper, children were marvels’ and wonderful. Though even to a mother, a child was annoying and always in her way. Perhaps this meant that Jasper would make a wondrous father? No it can't be that. Maybe Jasper is just soft. No. Jasper wasn’t soft. He is a solider in the Army, a killing machine. He was made to do this. To serve his country, to make something of himself. To prove everyone wrong.
What if he was wrong? What if being apart of the Army wasn’t what he was supposed to be doing? What if Jasper was Soft? Softer then a solider should be? I'm screwed. No I'm beyond Screwed. I'm fcuked.
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Jasper's lean though muscular build left the station, one thing upon his mind. I need a drink. Currently he was stationed in a base that was not active, as they had called in a different base. Jasper had already served in the war, he had killed seventeen other teenage boys. Three months prior he was with his crew when Monty Kristof stepped on a mine, blowing himself up instantly. The blast sent multiple soldier’s flying back, Jasper was included. His left arm now surfaced a deep gash, though now seemingly a white scar.
Entering the small pub two streets down, Jasper locked eyes with the bar keep. " Whiskey, Pint." It was strong, which was exactly what Jasper needed currently. His frame sat still upon a bar stool as he awaited the drink.