Post by DR JASPER ANVIL on Nov 13, 2011 21:28:33 GMT 9.5
Jasper Horatio Anvil!
[/center]Dr. Jasper Anvil is joining us from Edinburgh. This 34 year old is going to celebrate his/her next birthday on 3rd of April. She/he's usually very LIVELY | COMPASSIONATE | CUNNING and is really quite good at imagination
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Welcome to TERRA SANCTUM.
full name: Dr. Jasper Horatio Anvil
"The name Jasper originates from an old persian dialect, and means something like 'Guardian of Treasures'. Some people say the name is pretty ancient, I usually get phonecalls of strange guys wanting to sell me wheelchairs or electric blankets. Hey, I'm not THAT old, but I love my name. Given I guard an ancient gift, it could not be more true... Originally my surname was different, but that is history. It's better that way to protect the ones I love."
celeb face: Micheal Weatherly
gender: Male
species: Abnormal
ability/abnormality: Illusionist
"An ability passed down from generation to generation in my family, we just call it the gift. The gift to create. The gift to express our minds, where others just have words. There is no real name for it, you could call us Illusionists. With a blink of the eye, or a swift of the hand, we create illusions in vision and sound. You want to see the toy plane my father gave me as child? I open my hand and hold it. I create objects, people, whole worlds, just with my mind. Noone knows why. Our tries to figure out led into infinity. We just accepted what we are, what we do. You are right, it is not as easy as it sounds. Given distraction or unmatching thoughts... ever seen a hamster dancing tango? Or a snowman roasting saussages over a campfire? Then there is that other thing... images of the mind are not solid. You could walk right through them. The concentration needed to turn an image solid for a short time is... more than exhausting to say the least."
occupation: Private Investigator
"You ever had that effect? You are too small for police to care? Someone does not want the truth to come out? Left alone in the darkness as a toy for people far above. That is where I come in. As an Agent of the Foundation for Law and Government, I seek the truth where others just seek hush-up. I push on where others just look away. I am the eyes, the ears and the voice of the helpless, the powerless, the hopeless. Your bank took your life savings? Call me. You do not believe in the suicide of your husband? Call me. A strange creature kidnapped your son? Call me. Whatever it is... Dr. Jasper Anvil, P.I. At your service."
age: 35 years
secrets: Killed the Soren Family for capturing his mother | Has played some bad pranks in the past | His fears materializing once caused a large mass panic
likes: His work | Making people smile | Movies of all kind | Table Games | Cooking | Bats
dislikes: Rain | Snobs & Arrogants | Bribed Cops | Pychologists | Speed Limits
strengths: Photographic Memory | Scientific Mind | Good Listener
weaknesses: Strange Humor | Too self confident | Bit of a Muddler
personality:
Dr. Von Drake: "How can you describe the personality of someone being so different. Its quite the challenge. Jasper is very lively, always trying to be optimistic. Self-Confident, always a sarcastic joke on his lips, even in situations where it does not fit at all. Hes a master of the word when he needs to, able to conjure even the strangest excuses to wind himself out of discomfort. He is not a clown though, he has an ability to just figure out what makes people smile, especially those sad, angry or under stress. Given he has the ability to create people who act and talk rather authentically, he has probably the mind of an actor. He quickly learns to copy people. He obviously has watched alot of movies, as he knows so many different quotes. Jasper is a gentleman of the old school, always trying to be polite with the ladies.
For a man of his kind, with his... gift, life has always been a tightrope walk. On one hand, there are people who know about his abilities and take them for casual granted. People who see his tricks as part of his work and his life, and could not imagine him without them. On the other hand, he never knows whom to show them, and whom not to. He has to hide his gift from public, and still find a way to use it for work when needed. Given his mother was killed because of her gift, he is rather wary when it comes to public. If he has to do that one hard decision between his own safety and the safety of others, he usually puts his own needs aside. Getting in danger is part of his quest to make the world a better place.
If you can see past the cover of his slightly overgrown self-confidence, you can find a man deeply in thoughts. His active lifestyle helps him cope with the scars his soul carries. Wether it is always being surrounded by crime, confronted with the bad sides of mankind... or withnessing the tensions between humans and abnormals... leaving him in a state realizing that his own power is ways below the level needed to really change the world. Trying to collect smiles is his own little contribution to this giant task."
history:
"I was born in my family's hometown, Edinburgh. Nothing compared to the beauty of Vancouver or Old City, but my home. In my first years, when other children were going to socializing places like kindergarten, I was kept home by my parents, with my slightly younger brother Josh. You know, when you have that gift I have and your childish fantasy runs wild... keeping me at home was a good idea. I was more lucky than most other abnormals though, as I had two very loving parents. I inherited the gift from my mother, who spent almost her whole time nursing me, and teaching me how to handle these powers. My father was all human, but he did not mind at all. He was a professional magician, and due to the help of my mother, very successful with his tricks.
I was about six when I entered school. Therefor I was the first child of my familiy able to attend a normal school, a normal education. I was a very curious child, much to the discomfort of my teachers. Thanks to the special memory coming with my abilities, I was able to learn quite fast and discover alot of questions where other children were happy to just solve the equasion right. When I was twelve, I sneaked into the chemistry lab of my school and... well, I experimented and all, trying to find a new chemical to make mosquitos vanish and become rich. Childish mind, as I said. When I woke up, the mosquitos had vanished. But also the walls, ceiling, doors... I blew up the whole lab.
Such completly minor setbacks -I had more of them- did not stop me from attending the University of Edinburgh. Since -I have no idea why- I was not allowed to study chemistry, I went for metasciences. I was a good student, had several research projects, but I guesss the reason for my popularity lay more within my abilities. There was a small group of students -we called ourselves the society- who knew about my abilities, and had quite some use for them to boost their -our- research. After my graduation, the University of British Colombia offered me a chance to gain my PhD, my doctor. I would never have moved there if I had known...
I was 25 when the dreadful message arrived. It all started as an innocent phonecall... my dad was in tears as a group of bullies had kidnapped my mother. As I was supposed to find out later, they belonged to William Soren, a multi-billionaire from netherlands. The more I think about it, the more I simply do not understand why he had to capture abnormals for the experiments he did. He was rich, he was powerful, and rather well shaped, what reason did he have? When police did not want to investigate the case, I took things in my own hands. That was when I met Mr. Devon Miles first. As my mum was not the only person gone kidnapped within the last months, Miles and his friends came to put an end to it, quickly accepting me in their ranks.
When I found my mother about five months later in a dutch lab, the damage to her body and soul was too great. I had no other option than to ask Miles for a gun. Running my hand through what was left of her hair, say some soothing words and... send her to a better world. I will never forget that moment. It was when I realized that since alone was not my world. There were thousands and thousands people like my mum out there. Humans, Abnormals, the race did not matter. Too many people falling off the scales of justice.
I followed Miles back to Canada. It was the best solution. Noone should know what I did in my rage. He knew. A second burden on my shoulders. But Miles did not care about it. He allowed me to finish my studies, gave me a new surname, a new identity, a new quest. Dr. Jasper Anvil, P.I. At your service.
I think that was the best thing ever happening to me. Now my job was to be the right hand of justice. Miles and his guys were lawyers, they needed someone for the investigations. We were the perfect team. While I had the abilities and the smart mind to find the evidences, they had the expirience and the connections to stand strong against the great guys.
I am doing this job for nine years now. My job has led me against crimes of all kinds, usually my clients are human, although rarely, even other abnormals seek my cover. I have made myself quite a name in the business, so they start to find me. One year ago, me and my assistant moved to a hotel room in Old City near Vancouver. Miles believes alot of police reports having gone missing there lately."- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -hello! my name is jasper anvil! and i'm excited to be here. i've been roleplaying for about 11 years now. other characters on this site that belong to me are **NULL. my time zone is GMT+1. and that's all you need to know about me! oh, and this is what an average post for me looks like:
"It was late at night, only a few customers left in the bar. One man sitting at the bar, in front of several empty beer glasses, two girls in the back room, giggling about autographs they collected. And the victim, Marven, the barkeeper. He was collecting glasses over there, when the door opened and the man ran in. In one hand the razorsharp kitchen knife, raising it and approaching the barkeeper." the voice was explaining the situation in front of their eyes. "Stop!" another voice shouted, and the cold blooded killer froze, as did his victim. "Why did the barkeeper not try to flee? Its about fifteen meters between the door and the table..." that other voice complained. "Good point." The killer suddenly vanished without making a noise. Like a ghost, he was gone, just to reappear, wearing a long black cloak. "Having the kitchen knife hidden, the barkeeper could not realize what was coming, until it was too late. He rose the knife and..." Blood flew around in the bar. It landed on the bar, the floor, and the drunk sailor, who turned slowly around to take a glimpse at the scenery, ways too drunk to do anything.
Two men stood next to the scenery and watched the blood. It just passed them, like it was made of air. One of the two mysteriously misplaced men, lowered his hand, and the scenery froze again. His other hand held a photo of a dead corpse with a wound in his back. "Hm, that does not make much sense. These wounds dont fit at all. They came from the downside up, these ones are straigth. Ehm... could you please?" the man asked, and the killer nodded slightly. Suddenly the whole scene seemed to be like a tape put in reverse. The blood flying back the way it came, the killier pulling the knife back out, the barkeeper seemingly alive again. The grim face turned around and said with a gloomy voice. "So how am I supposed to do it?" he asked then, while the victim turned his head. "I dont want to disturb, but Im not getting payed enough for getting killed multiple times. I want a raise before you..."
"JASPER!" the second man in the room scolded. Jasper Anvil turned his hand. "Oh sorry, Jess. My vivid imagination." From an eyeblink the the other, the image was frozen again, the killer and his victim in the original poses again. A red line suddenly emanated from the tip of the blade and pointed onto the back of the barkeeper. Jasper slowly stepped forward and walked around the two people. "Hm... and that is how the wound goes..." A second green line appeared out of the back and led to the floor. The killer turned the knife around in his hand, and tried to match the green line with his swing. Once, twice, thrice, ones even going to his knees. He did not manage to. "So, what do you think, Mr. Ripper?" Jasper asked, and the killer scratched his head. "Wont go that way." he uttered, and Jasper took the knife out of his hand. "Thank you." he said, and the killer vanished.
"Now, what if he had been bending over to collect a glass?" his assistant claimed, and Jasper nodded slowly. The barkeeper vanished, just to appear bent over the table, his hand reaching out for a glass, the green line now in a rather straight angle. "Perfect!" Jasper rose the knife over his back, then lowered it again. "Naw, thats no job for me. We should call..." The voice of the barkeeper suddenly sounded. "Jasper. Could you help me with the dishes? The guests arrive soon." he shouted. Jasper and his assitant looked at each other, both raising a brow. "Looks like we have to train later." Jasper said and shrugged. Then both of them vanished. Together with the victim and the bar patrons.
Jasper Anvil stood on the balcony of the first floor and looked down onto the empty bar, where just a moment ago he and his assistant had stood. The door opened and the barkeeper came out, dressed with gloves, an apron, carrying a wet plate. "There you are. Hey... why are you smiling at me that way?" he asked then, a bit annoyed. "It's nothing..." Jasper said and took the gloves.
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