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Jasper Mitchell

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About Jasper Mitchell

  • Birthday 06/14/1986

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Short Answer

  • Full Name
    Jasper Florien Mitchell
  • Birthdate - Day
    14
  • Birthdate - Month
    6
  • Exact Age?
    No
  • Birthday - Year
    1986
  • Birthplace
    Louisana, United States
  • Job Title
    Forger/IWP Undercover Agent
  • Species
    Veela
  • Blood Status
    Halfbreed
  • Pronouns
    HE/SHE
  • Played By
    Blair Redford

Optional Character Items

  • Wand
    8" English Oak with Veela Hair
  • Patronus
    Peacock

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  • Pronouns
    HE/SHE

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  • Status Counter 2
  • IC Post Count 4
  • Playerx Kaitore
  • Plot Wants
  • Birthdate Day 14
  • Birthdate Month 6
  • Birthdate Year 1986
  • Manual Age 0
  • Unknown Age
  • Pronouns HE/HIM
  • Occupation Forger/IWP Undercover Agent
  • Melbourne Mogul 4
  1. Lately, Jasper had been spending much of his time developing an 'artifact' or at least a very well made imitation of one that had been 'requested' of him to assist with a branch of Auror's that had been looking towards collecting up potential Wizards that had been amassing illegal magical items without the proper paperwork and channels. While he didn't see anything wrong with keeping something away from the government personally? He knew he had to play by the rules of the IWP especially when they loaned him out towards the local Ministry for threats that were overall bad for everyone in their eyes. He leaned back and sighed with a slight brush of his shirts sleeve against his forehead. People took for granted the amount of work and adjustment that went into forgeries, the effort and accuracies that needed to be followed without any deviation. The sound of the door jingling caught his attention, his lips curling in a smile as if he were already preparing up for their little back forth game. At least until the sound of her voice struck the air, something had been off. With his brow furrowing in legitimate concern he pushed himself up from his workstation and made his way out of his room, following the sound of movement towards the living room where he spotted the blonde nursing an obscenely large glass filled with wine. Specks of water clung to her cheeks which held him at an odd cross roads, nurturing and comforting words had never been his thing, never had he been the type of person to pick up someone in their hour of need. Yet. . . .After living so long under the same roof with her, without any major expectations of being stabbed in the back; Jasper found himself far more trusting and opened in her presence. Walking over until he could sit down on the sofa, his arm wrapping around her shoulder to lightly tilt her head to lay on his lap. "What's up, Issy? Why the tears?" He'd never seen such a downtrodden look on her usual bright face, a hand weaving through her hair gently. "I don't need to go back to my old tricks for someone that upset you now, do I? I mean, I can."
  2. As much as the woman fought back against the urges, the constant play back and forth they held did give obvious connotations. There'd been desire, even if it hadn't been for part of his nature he imagined there'd still be that hook there. It did make him wonder if she merely fought against it for the sake of rules, their position, or had there been the idea of the chase exciting her as well? Whatever the actual reason had been he didn't think he'd get that answer so easily. Which had been fine, some answers needed to be discovered, unraveled with a certain degree of perception and investigation of a person. "You're right, I wouldn't be able to come close to the grace and movement of a natural Veela." There'd been a unique grace that his pureblooded kin wore upon themselves and that had only been assisted by the factor that their hormonal pull had been, by far, stronger than anything that he could drum up. Though, unlike them, due to the Wizarding portion of himself it had been under his control far easier. One could say the reduction of the strength and the application of a Wizard's magic could enhance it to reasonable and enjoyable levels rather than the sheer dumbfounded nature that victims end up being struck as in the presence of a full Veela. He caught the knowing gleam in her eyes, sometimes they often just gave it away. He'd let that fester in her mind rather than comment on it however, she didn't need to know she was the only he ever offered the honor towards. A chuckle escape from him and stretching across his face has been a smile. "Yes, I do. Each one happens to be named Issy. I just have this searing addiction." Maybe that hadn't been entirely untrue, he found himself uniquely drawn towards the blonde haired woman. The mischievousness, the amount of hormones that rolled off of her as a woman in need that had a high threshold of satisfaction needed to be met. She'd been highly beautiful even putting to shame many Half-Veela in his personal opinion. "But you forget. . . You don't protest against my perverted desires. You just let them get your panties soaked, don't think I can't see the damp spots sometimes." He teased, whether that had actually happened he wasn't sure. That wasn't something she'd give him the pleasure of seeing so easily, no, he'd need to work for it. Jasper snorted and his head shook with a smirk, he hadn't been THAT depraved. Pranks that could make her feel good? That seemed reasonable, something that he expected part of her secretly would enjoy far more than her lips would ever admit. "It leaves you room to find a style that you feel really moves with you." The cool presence he held hadn't lasted long as her fingers pinched, a heated gasp escaped form his lips and a single word flowed from them: "Issy. . ." A hand reached up gently to slide the tips of his fingers along her wrist, words held the weight of desire and need, and hidden amongst that a sense of affection? As her nails dug into his chest it only heightened the enjoyment that spiked through his body, it seemed she'd been willing to show part of those darker desires. As she turned away he stepped behind her swiftly, a single arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closely as he touched the tip of his lips to her ear. "Just so you know. . ." He whispered, as if he'd been speaking in a confessional. "I haven't touched anyone since meeting you. Take what you will with that info. . ." Then his arms slid away, the hand gently sliding along her arse to squeeze it gently, one that showed a sense of admiration for her womanly form. Once she left from his room he closed the door to his room a gave a soft sigh. "Woman knows how to get to me a bit. I'll give her a point for that."
  3. Jasper had personally never allowed anyone that much power over him willingly and yet, ironically, the more that it flowed from her mouth? The sweeter the idea had begun to form in his mind. If it had to be someone he wouldn't mind if it would be her, only her, but that hadn't been the kind of gratification he would offer to impart in words. "Is it only abuse if the person claims it at such? Why, I never would claim that as abuse!" The idea of being a slave for those kind of carnal needs held a temptation that travelled down a dark path and yet, something told him on the inside that it'd be the kind of path the two of them would end up over-indulging in more than they would ever realize. "See, I'd believe that, if your eyes ever really left me. I bet you've even wondered if I would do the ever famous Veela dancing for you." Considering that Veela men were, essentially, an unknown factor in terms of existence he knew many wouldn't even have an idea of how it would look with the slightly bulkier gender. Admittedly, while he held no formal training in it from his matron he had watched it enough, engrained it in his mind enough to adapt a equally seductive yet masculine version that accentuated his personal physique. He'd lean in, the tips of his lips pressed against her ear as he dropped the tone of his voice to a tempting whisper. "If you play your cards right. . . I can show you my personal rendition. . . I even have a pole that goes with it. . ." Then slowly and slyly retreated to the original distance. He snorted a laughter at her response, at least it made her happy and he hoped it fixed the original blunder of calling out her combative prowess. Though he admired every aspect of her, from her body to her personality. Even her breasts, in his personal opinion, had been perfect to look at and he imagined even better to touch and caress. Alas, some dreams weren't meant to be satisfied immediately, he knew he'd have to chase and coerce and seduce to get her to actively drop her guard enough to accept. "They may as well be dolls, if I'm being honest. No personality and all air." There'd been a vain nature to him as well and his opinion of people had often already been decided without much give for room otherwise. The detectable effect had been far easier as the allure of a Veela or those with Veela heritage had been more on magically induced hormones than a mental charm like a Vampire or Dhampir. A small smirk touched his lips though it'd been one that had been equally a tease as much as it had been to flatter. A chuckle eased out of him, as she stepped back to widen the gap his hands gently slide along hers, adjusting them on his chest so that the tip of her fingers rested just at his nipples. Mostly, it'd been a way to tease her on feeling her own effect on him. It'd only been fair considering he could feel the presence roll off of her. "Oh, well, since I have your express permission now!" That had all he needed, he planned on adding a curse to each one of her panties that would all involve his touch in someway. "No colour or style preference, but I do prefer you go commando." One of his hands started to trace along the edge of her waist, the other hand traced part of her neck towards the outline of her ear. "I'll even spice it up by adding in that dance and pole, we'll call it a special night."
  4. "Sometimes they get a bit vigorous while they're going down, how they break their nose isn't my problem!" He offered a lewd wink towards her direction, having the hint that she misunderstood on purpose. That had only been the segue for him to get a bit more descriptive on. . . Potential ideas that he'd be up for in their future. But that had yet to be seen given that their current moment had been in the chase and while the chase had been maddening? It had grown to be a severe addiction, the longer he stayed around the woman the more it seemed to stoke those very dangerous fires between them. A smirk touched his lips and he shrugged lightly. "Oh, no. . . Reported! You know, you're an authority, you could handcuff me. . . Right. . . Now." Handcuffs were always a heated thing for the kinky and he had been assuming she enjoyed it as much as he did. Jasper couldn't help but let a sly laughter flow. "I don't pray, Issy, dear. Though I can get very religious in the bedroom." It wouldn't have been the first time a proper woman had made his toes curls enough to release a heated praised. Of course, It had been a long time since he could say he met such a woman. "I don't think you'd let that happen in your dreams. You enjoy looking at me too much to allow shark to feast on all this goodness." He hummed softly and tilted his head. "Besides, wouldn't you enjoy me rubbing lotion on you too? Speaking of which. . .Ah, Nevermind, I'll bring it up later. I don't have the actual time for my idea." Or the 'Official sanction', but as long as his chain had been around he would always be in the clear for certain excursions . "It shows, really." The edges of his fingers slide ever so teasingly along the skin of her legs, feeling the smooth toned nature of Isolde's hard work. "Something tells me you enjoy teasing me with them more than anything else." Or maybe it'd been more accurate to say she enjoyed teasing people in general with her show of personal improvement. That hormonal spark, he could feel it churn, the deep blood of his Veela nature finding it a delectable feast that it just couldn't have yet. Only the tease of mouth-watering goodness at the finger tips, torture of a whole different magnitude. "You don't need to teach me that, I'm quite experienced. Though maybe. . . I might need help to please a real woman." He had no issues in that department either, of course, he'd been giving her a compliment that had been genuine. She'd been a different woman, similar to a constant old fling of his, a woman he could see as not only challenging but strong and hell of desirable. If he could keep all of this for himself? To win such a close proximity battle? It would have been a sense of victory and contentment that he wouldn't have known how to comprehend. Then again. . . How different would things be with how close their quarters had been? They shared a home life, after all. He grunted as her hand slapped against his chest and she pushed herself away. The tease, she'd been getting at the both of them in this game of denial. Jasper wouldn't have it any other way either, the chase and banter seemed to be one of their wall breaking connections. "Leaving me alone? In your room? Who knows what I'll do with your panties! Mmm. . ." The edge of his tongue slid across his lips for a moment, hand slowly pulling away from her lower back. The hesitance of not wanting to loose that distance showed in his actions. "I'll do it, but I'm expecting you to show up in a slutty dress for a dinner date after I finish. Sounds like a good deal?"
  5. "Issy, please, I'm the one whose breaking them. Not many can handle all the rough loving I offer." It hadn't been an exaggeration, when it came down to it, he had an unusually high libido and endurance in the moment. It had often been difficult for him to find a worthwhile partner that had caught his attention enough that he'd want to dive in for extras through out the short time he'd been around to meet with them. The amount of bite to her bark had been one of the attractive traits to her, ironically. One of many that he could count that drew him to want to experience just how crazy they could drive one another and not in the sense of not being able to stand one another. His smile turned into a shit-eating one, however, a hand rose up to gently nudge Issy finding it may have been a touch -too- personal to actually joke about it. He hadn't figured out if by this point he'd been protecting her because of his connection to her or if it had been because it was the surest way to keep himself ahead of his actual enemies. But he had never been known to do anything in half measures and keeping her safe fell under that same quality. "It's a good thing that you dream about it often, isn't it? It's good to train for what you want to happen. Means you'll actually last long, I'm looking forward to it." While he teased her about it being a dream she held, the words of looking forward it had been genuine. Whether he could actually seal the deal or not? He didn't know but it had been the teasing and the frustration that built up from it all that made it exceedingly enjoyable in perhaps the most twist way possible for this kind of an arrangement. She looked good with a smile on her face, he had to admit that. "Well, you do have some pretty fine legs. I think anyone would waive the extra ones for the set you're bouncing around on." It had been his way of complimenting her in a less bawdy manner. Jasper felt the presence of hand against his chest, a warmth to it that had been enjoyable. He didn't mind that her hand been pressed against him, of course, it prompted his hand to reach out and gently tug her waist towards his own, closing that gap. Letting the built up heat and essence of teasing permeate between the two of them in perhaps one of the more dangerous fashions. Always had been good to live on the edge in this way. "You're saying a lot of lip service there but I sense you're not daring enough to put it to the test." Though his hand settled on the center of her back it hadn't dropped any lower, as much as he had wanted to just lightly grasp her ass - he held off for the time being. "Mmm... I'll try my best, if it paints that pretty little smile on your face. Of course, I guess I'll just sleep in your room with you to make sure they listen. No need to thank me."
  6. If you find a finely stitched, handcrafted, special white fabric adorned and rather large lion plushie with a red bow tied at its neck? It wasn't me, it randomly just appeared in your room on this day while you were out. Just saying. 

  7. How do you tell your roommate that as you passed by her room, you seen a spider climb in her drawers. @Isolda Richards Suggestions on how~?

    1. Isolda Richards

      Isolda Richards

      How about posting it on Quillbooks so the entire community knows?

      Oh. Wait. You just did that.

      Ashhole!

    2. Jasper Mitchell

      Jasper Mitchell

      What?! Me!? I'm just here trying to make sure you're well informed!

      I can't believe you'd think I would do anything that would embarrass you!

      By the way, you want me to get it?

  8. "They give chase because they just enjoy the way I feel." His hands twisted slightly inwards as he showcased his bare torso towards Isolda, a roguish smile curved on his lips to accentuate the action and thought. "Didn't think you were so brutal! For someone who can't fight their way out of a paper bag you've got the sass to say otherwise!" He leaned in with his own teased barb though he held no issues with having to be her protector or even the fact that she had been more of a healer and less of a fighter. It made things a bit more interesting and personally, he enjoyed looking at her body enough that it was reason alone to protect it. Jasper walked towards the darts board and started to pluck out the projectiles and rocked them together which caused the brief clicking that the objects made from the constant shuffle. "You've never tried with me. I'm a world changer." He winked at her and then gripped the dart tightly to settle them into a small container where a number of them had been gathered. "HA! You wish a blind guy could toss dart better than me. Maybe better than you on your best day. Aren't you supposed to be good with your hands?" She kept him on his toes, a reminder that she was a prickly and sassy sort that would always have something to say. Whether the woman actually believed it or not he couldn't tell with certainty. But that had been what bluffing and poking around at those words and mentalities had been for. "I am glad that we established how talented you think I am. You must be watching me very closely to pick up that kind of faith in me." A chuckle smoothed out and his shoulders shrugged lightly. "And still, I hate to break it to you. . . But I definitely didn't do any kind of 'Spider-Whispering'. Maybe they just like the way you feel and look? All those eyes, I bet all they can see is a walking blonde bombshell." That had been what his multitude of eyes tended to see when he shifted into the unique Arachnid. "Sure, I can rush back and just put my face between your legs. You have had such a fright... I would have to lick you until you've released a nice comfort." Walking closer to her his arms crossed against his chest and leaned against the wall while staring her and down and letting his tone of voice drop into a whisper. "It doesn't even have to be my bed... Doesn't even need to be a bed at all." He spoke as if he were a demon of temptation attempting to pull a resistant being further into that desire they yearned for or had been curious enough to be caught in that trap. "I don't think I could capture every single spider without something that would kill them. Skies knows you're very against that. But since I have to be your bodyguard. . . I can't have some little ol' spider threaten you!" With a shake of his head he sighed, almost as if it had been a difficult decision. If only it really -had- been difficult to his ever dangerous mind. "It's settled. I just have to sleep in your room with you. I'm sure you wouldn't mind since you want those spider's gone, right?"
  9. Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound of metallic tips from darts smacked and pierced against the wooden board that hung up on the wall while Jasper lying down on the miniature sofa that he'd placed in his room for a bit of comfort. Then the scream hit which jolted through his room with an impressive amount of echo left behind. It was as if he'd been back at the grand canyon with the random individuals who would take the time to just sit there and yell waiting for that vocal call back to hit them. "Woah, girl has some lungs. I hope she turns that off during her sex times. . ." Unless it had been him delivering that kind of a service, he was vain enough that he would enjoy every accolade that showed his prowess. That had been the mindset of his usual activities ever since he'd turned to the life of crime and even more when he'd been instructed he'd be 'Helping Guard' an agent. At first he'd been resistant to the idea but considering she'd been visually appealing on the first meeting his tune changed faster than a politician caught in a lie. His head lifted up with only a couple of darts in one hand and the third stuck between the depths of his index and thumb while he started to align his shot from such a low altitude. "You know, Issy, usually when a woman calls my name in such speed it's usually a bit further in my room. " Eyes shifted towards her for a moment and then back towards the dart board then flung the arsenal through the air with impressive accuracy and speed as it struck at the middle of cleanly. As opposed to the other tosses that had been centered around the bullseyes; Jasper enjoyed the aspect of showing off every now and then or rather just every now. With his hand free, it'd weave through the jet black locks as he started to stand up without a shirt on showing the various tattoos that had been imprinted onto his body. The heat in recent days had been a bit much to tote a shirt while inside ones own home even if it hadn't been looked at as his 'Home' just yet. "You don't look too happy. Well let's see. . . I know I put the seat down. . . My shoes are put up. . ." A softened hum rumbled within his throat as if he'd been trying to piece together what had her so up in arms. As if he didn't know already. The past few weeks he'd been playing pranks on her in his Tarantula form which had been the benefit of not being registered - there was no lead to him and it made everything golden. Magnified when it wasn't even due to his own intervention but some random interloper that tried to move in on his turf. "Spider-Man? I'm a pretty big fan of him I don't mind that. Do you want me to hang myself upside down? Wear the outfit and just make out with you or something?" His eyebrows wraggled up and down as he shot his usual flirty teases. "You think this is my doing?! I'm hurt that you'd expect me of such a tactic, Issy. Then again you're giving me a lot of credit here. Tossing darts and speaking this uh... Arachidntongue at the same time? I'm touched that you think I'm so talented." It wasn't out of the realm possibility, he'd grown so accustomed to his Animagus state that he could understand and even speak the language while in his Human form which offered him a unique brand of spy networks when one truly thought about it. Spiders, however, were shrewd no different than snakes and dealing with them often meant that you needed to give in return. "If it would make you feel better you can stay in here with me. I can protect you from the big bad spiders. I won't even charge you for it." Considering that she'd been providing the home he didn't really have much ground to stand on in terms of 'charging' her for anything. He'd also been under the deal with IWP to treat the young woman well and keep her protected under their many operations and outside of it. "I'll even check your room to make sure they're all cleared out and if not I'll just use some kind of nauseous gas to get them fleeing or something. Something that reminds them of a predator and has them run away." Every creature had that one smell or awareness that would send them running out of their natural habitats and while Spider's often ranked high in their environments there were still many that topped them.
  10. In the last couple of months there's been the interesting rumor that someone around could 'Get you nearly anything you need.' Probably an exaggeration, right? Needless to say, there are a number of people finding those needs met with elaborate paintings, jewelry, even the occasional magical item that offers mostly just fanfare and maybe a bit of status depending on the kind of circles a person roams. It's said one needs to make contact at an odd house in the Melbourne Western Suburbs and say the password 'The Black Rabbit made the White Rabbit Late'. That's pretty seedy, but people have been walking away happy so maybe it isn't all bad?
  11. Jasper's family line extends to France as well as to Native Americans that were known to be within the area of Louisiana. He was born the youngest and only boy amongst seven siblings, his father being known as a bit of a 'Rolling Stone' resulting in several different mothers for the children. This resulted in a meeting with the Veela, Azura Florine, Jasper's mother and the mother of two siblings that had been before him. While during the several years of having the children it hadn't been known what her heritage had been until several years later when the children's own latent abilities and needed to be guided in the radical changes that would occur, what to potentially expect and the various talents would be different from child to child. With Jasper being a Male it wasn't expected that he would have been gifted of any such features and so he'd bene left to his devices while growing up. Neglect based on this factor drove him to act out as he grew older, first starting random arguments with siblings and then slowly graduating to various fights while in school. In and out of the system, being on record for being not only a hellion but also a vandal that had way too many strikes on him than many would have enjoyed seeing. But due to it never escalating beyond little scraps and random graffiti with his magic, it hadn't been severely punished. He discovered through this time that he had a knack not only for selling things with a bit of a spin but also a keen eye that had slowly been developed by encountering various objects, first of the Mundane variety which he'd often try to copy or manufacture with lesser components or ingredients. Getting it to the point of 'Just enough' then sell it to the un knowing or uneducated that couldn't tell that much of a difference. Forgery and Hustling became the way he identified himself as unique amongst his siblings and established a sense of attention from those that sought out that kind of service. It had been small thing sat first: Homework assignments, essays, things that could only be considered academical dishonesty. In time, his keen eye developed further and had begun to designing forges with immense quality, enough that he could sell them off for much more than he'd been doing so. This didn't extend to just Academic assignments either, objects that were often hard to locate or even just near impossible to procure due to their retro status. This personal side business is how he managed to squirrel a sufficient amount of money to satisfy himself and at the age of sixteen sought emancipation from the household. The right to live on his own under the right that he could sustain himself and that his parental guardian hadn't been fit enough to focus on him, using it as a guise that he'd been easing the burden. A new step that created enough space for him to descend even further into the criminal element, meeting people of various backgrounds in both the Muggle and Wizard world that had heard passing rumors that he had a talent to 'get what had usually been difficult.' Those that had been more into producing con's were much more privy to the fact that he could create them something that had been an accurate approximation, certain things couldn't be made to exact specifications but it only took enough to trick even a well trained appraiser. He settled into a home that had been in a rough part of a town, enough that property rent costs would be lower due to the potential danger and lack of support given by the Landlord at that time. Something that had been much more of a positive in his view due to the need of eyes needing to be away and to limit the chances of someone that could just push into his home and see the operation that had been going on deep within the basement. More clients were drawn in and eventually he'd been contracted for a group to handle their more long term forgeries that had been a key factor for their organization. The decision to join up with them in that capacity led to him leaving the United States and first going to Europe. A move that generated much more financial benefits from the easier access to various clientele that came from more people and groups than he could care to count. Only a handful of them leaving enough of an impression at that time for him to keep contact with for business purposes and then eventually growing to slightly more than acquaintances, perhaps not 'friends' as trust was a dangerous commodity but enough that work ethic and quality had been respected for the services offered back and forth. It had been these people that kept him supplied with work to do when he decided to sign off with the original contracted organization several years after being involved. The kind of action that often isn't looked fondly upon, even if the individual had clearly never showed any form of 'company' loyalty of sorts. The following years had been him mostly moving underground, one meeting to the next. Being extremely careful of the people he had did business with and had the more trusted contacts keep him appraised of the situation of those that had been looking for him. Unknowingly to him, one of his contacts had been turned into an informant for the IWP, which had a small division that had been investigating Jasper for years. His sudden choice to drop underground disturbing their plans until he had started to make more frequent outside contact which showed signs of him planning to pop back into the criminal circuit. It had been a deal that was too good to be true and yet too good to pass up, something that could secure his passage outside of Europe and elsewhere that the pursuing organization's reach could be considered extremely difficult or unreliable at best. A setup that led him right into the clutches of the law and one he wouldn't soon forget the moment he could manage to get a moment of his freedom. What he hadn't expected had been a deal offered to him, a way to pay his debt to Wizarding society by making use of his talents and contacts to capture the more savage individuals and groups that relied on forgeries along with other criminal activities that made his rap sheet look like child's play. He agreed upon the deal with the added stipulation that they keep a certain group at bay from him or at the very least, gave up information about them and the movements that they've made in order to protect himself. That extension of protection added to whatever IWP sponsor that they'd chosen to babysit him. If they hadn't cared much about his own safety, he calculated that they'd at least care for their own person. Especially since a promised reinforcement in the sudden moments couldn't be guaranteed to be timely. With the agreements signed and the 'Undercover' job title given to him they moved him and his IWP handler to Australia where they'd have develop their own cover while keeping constant contact and making waves when necessary. As long he'd provide the full scope of his capabilities, they'd honor their own side of things. A place set up for them in Melbourne was established, though Jasper had found it a peculiar choice to have. At any rate, he was trapped in this devil's deal and forced to make due with what little freedom he held and still had his own personal revenge that he had needed to dole out to the proper stool pigeon.
Jasper Florien Mitchell
Forger/IWP Undercover Agent 0
33* year old Halfbreed Veela HE/SHE
Age:  33*
Date of Birth: June 14th, 1986
Birthplace: Louisana, United States
Year Level: 0
Occupation: Forger/IWP Undercover Agent
Blood Status: Halfbreed
Species: Veela
Player:  ✩ Kaitore
Pronouns: HE/SHE
Patronus: Peacock
Wand: 8" English Oak with Veela Hair
Play-by: Blair Redford
Education: 

The School of Hard knocks 

Secrets
  • Is considered a Class A Forger in the Criminal element
  • An Unregistered Animagus, Black Stripped Tarantula 
  • During his Early Adult years he'd discovered what his passed on talents from his Mother, those have been kept the darkest secret. 
  • Still uses a few of his contacts for illicit means beyond the IWP agreement, a way to keep a steady flow of info and trust with his buyers. 
  • Fathered two children that he's unaware even exist. 
General Knowledge
  • Is Houma Native American and Louisiana Creole Descent 
  • Fluent in: English, French, Louisiana Creole, and certain Magical Beasts language. 
  • Has cut ties to his family back home, Hasn't been aware of their actual status for some time.
  • Has a Siberian Husky with baby blue eyes.
  • Holds a job as a Museum curator as a way to better blend to his cover. 
Personality

Jasper is a man that first and foremost is of the ‘Self’, since his childhood where it had been important for him to trust in only that aspect to get by. Self-preservation is one of his strongest traits, always making sure that he’s secured and protected from as many drawbacks as possible. Being a person without any close relational anchors he finds it quite easy to only focus on his own safeguards and those that end up getting to benefit from it are more collateral assistances than him being a well-meaning individual. Because of this he could often come across as a callous person which could be considered a partial truth.

 

 

While he’s much more likely to hold concern for his own life ending than another person next to him, he’d never willingly inflict unnecessary hurts or pains onto another. Though there are no qualms about causing some form of hurt to someone that means to harm him as well, there is a code that he follows that doesn’t use another as a shield or even to purposefully endanger them. He does find that if someone is endangered after the fact and not by the direct influence of himself, that it was just a twist of fate that everyone would need to deal with one way or another.

 

 

Fighting is never his first instinct in any situation, being a natural hustler and one whose been in that business for quite a while he’d more likely attempt to use charisma to assuage a situation. Not being disillusioned that a fight could break out, if he doesn’t need to toss out a spell to buy himself time, he’d prefer that it shouldn’t be done.

 

 

He’s not ‘unfeeling’ but rather distant, at times the way he acts may weight enough on him that he’d consider that perhaps a slight ‘shift’ is necessary to offer a balance within his own mind. A deeper and hidden self that desires to assist others even with the instinct to cover himself more than another. It’s a constant consideration and personal berating on his lack of being a better person, that the chance given to him by the IWP could be that route to be ‘better’ than what he’d given himself credit to be. It’s a difficult concept that he often tries to shove back down finding it increasingly difficult when the stakes are higher. When lives were unnecessarily on the line seem to be when the feeling clings the tightest, the hardest to ignore. Creating a conflict of personal interest and hidden desire.

Appearance

Jasper stands at six feet tall, raven black hair that extends to the end of the neck but is often tied up partially to keep a more personalized look. Shoulders are broad along with an athletically lean body. Irises are of a light brown hue and skin is of a light tint with slight hues of red when the sun glares down too intently. His hands are rough and calloused along the palms, signs of constantly working some form of heavy manual labor with them. There is a tattoo etched on the inner bicep of his right arm, that of traditional arrows, three down in a line to honor part of his heritage.

Clothing tends to align more along the use of a T-Shirt and Jeans, often the T-Shirt may have a few decals placed on it but are typically plain. Comfortable non-brand shoes as well though they seem to have of a refined quality. Signs that they’re handmade and prepared for the intent of comfort and recreational activity as the design. Regardless, his clothing is always displayed in a neat fashion, a sign of self respect in how he chooses to reveal himself with those he interacts with or encounters. 

His aura is often construed as relaxed or calm, but it’s one of an intentional opening. A trap to throw off the inquisitive of his more guarded nature. 

In his Animal transmogrification, it’s the form of a Tarantula that’s primarily of a dark brown coloration. Several black strips line along the leg and from the head to the back of the arachnid form. The fangs are slightly sharper than expected of a spider and the size is quite large as if it had been feeding on prey much larger than its natural state.

History

Jasper's family line extends to France as well as to Native Americans that were known to be within the area of Louisiana. He was born the youngest and only boy amongst seven siblings, his father being known as a bit of a 'Rolling Stone' resulting in several different mothers for the children. This resulted in a meeting with the Veela, Azura Florine, Jasper's mother and the mother of two siblings that had been before him. While during the several years of having the children it hadn't been known what her heritage had been until several years later when the children's own latent abilities and needed to be guided in the radical changes that would occur, what to potentially expect and the various talents would be different from child to child. 

With Jasper being a Male it wasn't expected that he would have been gifted of any such features and so he'd bene left to his devices while growing up. Neglect based on this factor drove him to act out as he grew older, first starting random arguments with siblings and then slowly graduating to various fights while in school. In and out of the system, being on record for being not only a hellion but also a vandal that had way too many strikes on him than many would have enjoyed seeing. But due to it never escalating beyond little scraps and random graffiti with his magic, it hadn't been severely punished.  He discovered through this time that he had a knack not only for selling things with a bit of a spin but also a keen eye that had slowly been developed by encountering various objects, first of the Mundane variety which he'd often try to copy or manufacture with lesser components or ingredients. Getting it to the point of 'Just enough' then sell it to the un knowing or uneducated that couldn't tell that much of a difference. Forgery and Hustling became the way he identified himself as unique amongst his siblings and established a sense of attention from those that sought out that kind of service. It had been small thing sat first: Homework assignments, essays, things that could only be considered academical dishonesty. In time, his keen eye developed further and had begun to designing forges with immense quality, enough that he could sell them off for much more than he'd been doing so. This didn't extend to just Academic assignments either, objects that were often hard to locate or even just near impossible to procure due to their retro status. 

This personal side business is how he managed to squirrel a sufficient amount of money to satisfy himself and at the age of sixteen sought emancipation from the household. The right to live on his own under the right that he could sustain himself and that his parental guardian hadn't been fit enough to focus on him, using it as a guise that he'd been easing the burden. A new step that created enough space for him to descend even further into the criminal element, meeting people of various backgrounds in both the Muggle and Wizard world that had heard passing rumors that he had a talent to 'get what had usually been difficult.' Those that had been more into producing con's were much more privy to the fact that he could create them something that had been an accurate approximation, certain things couldn't be made to exact specifications but it only took enough to trick even a well trained appraiser. He settled into a home that had been in a rough part of a town, enough that property rent costs would be lower due to the potential danger and lack of support given by the Landlord at that time. Something that had been much more of a positive in his view due to the need of eyes needing to be away and to limit the chances of someone that could just push into his home and see the operation that had been going on deep within the basement.

More clients were drawn in and eventually he'd been contracted for a group to handle their more long term forgeries that had been a key factor for their organization. The decision to join up with them in that capacity led to him leaving the United States and first going to Europe. A move that generated much more financial benefits from the easier access to various clientele that came from more people and groups than he could care to count. Only a handful of them leaving enough of an impression at that time for him to keep contact with for business purposes and then eventually growing to slightly more than acquaintances, perhaps not 'friends' as trust was a dangerous commodity but enough that work ethic and quality had been respected for the services offered back and forth. It had been these people that kept him supplied with work to do when he decided to sign off with the original contracted organization several years after being involved. The kind of action that often isn't looked fondly upon, even if the individual had clearly never showed any form of 'company' loyalty of sorts. 

The following years had been him mostly moving underground, one meeting to the next. Being extremely careful of the people he had did business with and had the more trusted contacts keep him appraised of the situation of those that had been looking for him. Unknowingly to him, one of his contacts had been turned into an informant for the IWP, which had a small division that had been investigating Jasper for years. His sudden choice to drop underground disturbing their plans until he had started to make more frequent outside contact which showed signs of him planning to pop back into the criminal circuit. It had been a deal that was too good to be true and yet too good to pass up, something that could secure his passage outside of Europe and elsewhere that the pursuing organization's reach could be considered extremely difficult or unreliable at best. A setup that led him right into the clutches of the law and one he wouldn't soon forget the moment he could manage to get a moment of his freedom.

What he hadn't expected had been a deal offered to him, a way to pay his debt to Wizarding society by making use of his talents and contacts to capture the more savage individuals and groups that relied on forgeries along with other criminal activities that made his rap sheet look like child's play. He agreed upon the deal with the added stipulation that they keep a certain group at bay from him or at the very least, gave up information about them and the movements that they've made in order to protect himself. That extension of protection added to whatever IWP sponsor that they'd chosen to babysit him. If they hadn't cared much about his own safety, he calculated that they'd at least care for their own person. Especially since a promised reinforcement in the sudden moments couldn't be guaranteed to be timely. 

With the agreements signed and the 'Undercover' job title given to him they moved him and his IWP handler to Australia where they'd have develop their own cover while keeping constant contact and making waves when necessary. As long he'd provide the full scope of his capabilities, they'd honor their own side of things. A place set up for them in Melbourne was established, though Jasper had found it a peculiar choice to have. At any rate, he was trapped in this devil's deal and forced to make due with what little freedom he held and still had his own personal revenge that he had needed to dole out to the proper stool pigeon. 

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