⸺  Biography

Legend has it that the Phoenix was something of a rarity. A once in a lifetime opportunity to even cross paths with one. They were known to be secretive, cautious, and protectors of their bloodlines. Afterall, there was plenty of things that could be done with the blood of a Phoenix, and not all of them good. It went to say, mingling with outsiders, especially humans, was unheard of. An unspoken rule.That is until it happened. Amir Romero had met a woman - Isla Monroe, a human woman, and they had fallen in love. A connection neither of them had forseen, but had felt true and right. Despite their differences, despite Amir’s heritage, Isla had accepted him wholly for who he was, and the rest was history.But as it were, it didn’t seem to be a love story for the ages, after their child was born, they had a few good years, a good family, a good home in the heart of Chicago. As fate would have it, that would come crashing down. A half breed child was a dangerous thing, it went against the very nature of being a Phoenix, and Amir’s family was not happy. They were not an empathetic family when it came to the ‘mistake’ of the child, and Amir knew as much.Isla might’ve been a mortal woman, but she wasn’t naive. She knew that if she didn’t act, they would snuff out her child’s life before it could really begin. She could feel it, in the way that the hairs on the back of her neck prickled, the feeling of being watched evident. Amir was unsure what to do besides fleeing, and even that wasn’t a sure fire thing. A phoenix was powerful — but a whole family? That was a fight not even he could win.But the turning point happened before he could get a grasp on the situation, begging his family to see his side of things. That despite his son’s half heritage, he was still one of them. It fell on deaf ears, and one night, while Amir was meeting with his father. — something happened. Something Amir didn’t think his family would be so cruel to do.His home was set fire to, going up in a blaze of phoenix fire, intense, and made to incinerate everything to ash. His family held him captive, unable to return to the aftermath. He heard about it only because of his father announcing it whilst he remained magically restrained within the family estate. With hands ties - and wings metaphorically clipped, Amir could do nothing but weep and grieve for the family he would never see again.But Isla - sweet, Isla, had been smarter than they had realized. She had staged the home, used a fake dummy clothed as their son and had made it seem as if the both of them were home. She knew that protecting her son as a mother was the only thing she could do. Even if it meant giving him up. Even if it meant smuggling him out of the state to go live with her sister, Ines at only age four.When the house went up in flames, bones were found, charred and faintly smoking when it finally went out.While Amir remains confined to the family estate, a shell of the man he was, Isla is presumed dead. And Jasper…Jasper grows up safe and loved by his aunt Ines, none the wiser to the tragedy that had befallen his parents. He was just like any child, excitable and curious, learned his colors and numbers, and played in the sandbox with other kids. It was only when he got older did things start getting complicated.At age seven, his powers first made their appearance, a tantrum that had gotten so bad, the curtains had caught fire. Ines was made aware by Isla of Jasper’s special abilities, but nothing could prepare for it. Over the years, Ines attempted to memorize all the information Isla had given her on the phoenix lineage, while grieving the sister she had lost. But it was clear that Jasper was going to be a whirlwind of a challenge. Not only was he a growing boy, with powers far beyond Ines’ comprehension, fire at his fingertips, and even wings - wings! (which had sprouted one day after he slipped from the tree in the fenced in back yard during a summer day out ), he was a growing boy with the energy of a seven year old. Despite the various hiccups over the years, eventually Ines was able to teach Jasper, slowly, but surely about his special powers. That was he was like a superhero who had to keep his identity a secret so he could grow up and master them, maybe even help people.It wasn’t perfect, how could it be, when it was one, mere mortal woman stepping in for what should’ve been his father? But Jasper was an intelligent kid, and eventually he used all the methods he was taught. How to stay calm, how to breathe through the frustration, or anger or fear. Seven turned to twelve, and twelve turned to seventeen. Despite the obstacles of his heritage, Jasper blossomed as a young boy. Boyish and good looking, high school was a breeze for him. He was on the football team, and had his father’s height. He was likable and good natured. Prom king was no surprise. But the thing was, despite everything going on his favor, and no matter how much he loved his aunt, the curiosity began to get the better of him.Of course Ines has shown him pictures over the years, old Photobooks and camcorder films from Christmas of the two of them growing up. There was always an ofrenda during Dia De Los Muertos for his mother, and eachother he only wanted to know more.But Ines had promised Isla that she would keep Jasper far from the history of his birthright, of the family that wanted him dead. It often caused fights, Jasper’s frustration with the mystery of his origins clashing with Ines’ fierce need to protect him. Ines was a tough woman, a firm woman, and he knew that getting her to crack would be near impossible.There was a loneliness in him, a sense of loss, to have these abilities and no one to talk to about them. To have a father out there nowhere to be found. To have a mother perished in the house fire where he began his life as a baby. He needed to know more. Over the years, it was something he simply had to hide, under the jokes and upbeat personality - eating away at him day by day. Until finally it cracked something in him. His therapist - the one Ines made him go to - said it was depression. After he came so detached from himself, the days would blur together. College was not an option anymore, and Ines could see the once bright child she had raised slowly fading away.And so one night she gave him something, in the hopes it would mend a part of him. Would help in some way. Even if she knew it went against Isla’s wishes. Even if it might put him in danger.The name of his father - Amir. Amir Romero.This, this was what he needed. A lead. A start. Though it proved to be harder than he imagined. There was nothing on the internet. Not even a Facebook page of the man who seemingly abandoned him, a half breed child with no mentor. But Jasper was determined. The years stretched, desperately pouring over texts and articles about the mythology behind the phoenix, if there was any connection between Amir and the information that was out there.At twenty five, despite the dead ends, Jasper had found his calling, stumbling one day into a ceramic shop to escape the Chicago winter, only to be greeted by Danae, an older woman with beads in her locs and a kind smile. She had said it was fate, because she was also in need of help around the shop now that her daughter was moving away to college.The rest was history. Jasper still works there, running the shop whenever Danae steps out for business or family matters. He learned to make pottery and ceramics, and even with trial and error, he caught on quickly — and he was good at it. Superb, even. He found he liked working with his hands, molding the clay. Creating art of raw materials. It was almost meditative, and kept his abilities at bay, an outlet he didn’t know he needed.Despite being Twenty eight now, Jasper still hasn’t given up on finding out about his family history - and more importantly if his father was out there, alive. Nothing was going to stop his search. No matter how long it took, he was going to get answers. He was going to unravel the mystery of the phoenix, and he was going to claim his birth right, no matter what.

  ABILITIES.    part human and part phoenix, jasperhas a straight forward cache of abilities. Because he is not full phoenix, he does not possess the ability shift forms completely. He did inherit wings though, large with a wide wing span, they are a mixture of red, orange, and gold feathers. They appear and reappear in a plume of smoke and fire.He also has a main affinity for fire. Natural fires cannot burn him, and neither can his own. He can create, bend and manipulate both is own phoenix fire, as well as naturally produced flames, like candles, firepits, etc. He can set fire to objects and shape the flames to his will.He runs naturally hotter, and cold temperatures can hinder him. Besides the flames, he can also manipulate a form of heat as a subcategory. Either within his own body, or he can transfer that heat to another object or person. Temperatures vary, and requite concentration, espeically if used on another individual.

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