Jasper Abraham Fernsby | District 6 | Finished!

Name: Jasper Abraham Fernsby
Age: 16
Gender: Cisgendered Male
District/Area: District Six
Appearance:

Jasper has to be one of the least physically intimidating people you’ll ever come across. Standing at about five foot four, and weighing about a hundred and fifteen pounds, Jasper is a small thing, and doesn’t do much to make himself look any different. He’s often seen hunched over, making himself appear even tinier than he actually is. It’s a defense thing, even if he doesn’t realize he even does it.

His nails are bitten down and dirty, his eyes accompanied by dark circles from a lack of sleep, and often carrying an exhausted flatness within them, as well as sparks of caution. His lips are cut up and cracked, often bleeding and rough, from a nervous habit of his picking at them. He can be seen often rocking in place, or flapping his hands, to try and get rid of some of his unbearable emotion. He’s not always in a normal position, either; he’s often got his head turned sharply to the side, so his ear is against his shoulder. He’s not sure why, but it calms him.

In terms of clothing, Jasper hates tight clothes, or clothes that are too scratchy or uncomfortable. He has issues processing sensory input, and gets incredibly uncomfortable in clothes like that. His wardrobe is made up of the biggest shirts and pants he can find, and the softest, if he can get his hands on them. He also hates shoes, and whenever he can get away with it? Those are gone.

He has a bit of a baby face, nice and squishy, and long, natural hair that goes down a little past his ears. A round little button nose accompanies his features, and his ears stick out just enough to be considered somewhat odd. He almost always is seen in a faded and dirty grey beanie, much too big for his head, that his brother had given him on his birthday when he was much younger.

Personality:

As little in intimidation as he looks, Jasper can be a little scarier than he seems. He’s not cruel, or sadistic, or interested in hurting anyone; he wouldn’t smack a fly if it looked at him funny. However, Jasper isn’t entirely well, mentally. He's on the higher-funtioning side of the Autism spectrum, but there's more to it than that; Jasper lives with undifferentiated schizophrenia, and believes that, occasionally, the Capital switches his loved ones out for imposters, and that they send him messages through the media. He also believes that they’ve put a chip in his back, between his shoulder blades, where he can’t reach it. He can hear it beep when he breaks down.

This far from makes him a bad person. What it does make him, however, is unstable. Though the delusion is constant, he goes into psychotic episodes that can be much more severe, where he believes that a ‘switch’ has been made, and he can become violent. He would never harm a loved one, and in fact, wouldn’t harm anyone at all, if he was entirely present; He’s a very loyal and loving person, but he sees the ‘imposters’ as being out to harm him and others, as well as test him.

Aside from that aspect of himself, Jasper loves animals, cryptids, and aliens. He likes to think that, one day, he might see an alien ship, or one of the beasts he imagines to live out there in the wilderness. He’s also Jewish, and very devoted to his faith; however, his mother, whom he learned it from, never had a name for it, as years of Capital control and dwindling numbers led the collective faith to fall. She simply called them ‘Followers’, and Jasper always did love the name. He’s somewhat of a loner, despite being desperate for companionship; he hates the thought of getting close to someone and then watching them get ‘switched’, and not to mention, people often fear him. They’ve heard stories of how he can be, and don’t want to give him a chance.

History:

Jasper’s life has never been incredibly easy, but at the same time, he likes to think on the bright side, and doesn’t believe it to have been incredibly difficult, either. His father was addicted to morphling, and was never really all that present; unless he was going through withdrawal, which was never very much fun for anyone in the home.

Jasper’s mother, however, was incredible. She was the kindest women you’d ever meet, and loved her son dearly. When he was seven, she had another child, a little boy named Noah. Jasper took to Noah immediately, loving him more than anything else, and vowing to be the best big brother he could be. He helped raise the boy, in place of their absent father, who was far from as gentle with the boys as he could have been. Jasper worried dearly for Noah, especially around the time of the Games. But Noah, fortunately, wouldn’t be drawn.

It was around the time Jasper turned twelve that he started to go downhill. He had always been different, slow to reach milestones, unbeknowing in social situations. He was obsessive in his interests, and overall, just not incredibly "normal", as others would say. But soon, he began to become more withdrawn, paranoid about people and things. He was getting more and more anxious to go outside, or to let his mother leave the house. He was hypersensitive to criticism, and often complained of a beeping he could hear, that no one else could, whenever he was bad. He walked, and still does, with a strange sort of bounce, and stopped sleeping almost entirely. When he did sleep, it could be for about an entire day. Everyone attributed it to the stress of watching the Games finally building up on him, but little did they know, that was not the case.

The symptoms grew worse and worse as he aged and went through puberty, and began to develop, as well. Where he had at first only been suspicious of people in general, he began to become more fixated on Peacekeepers and Capital people, as well as his father. With how his skin was yellowed and sagged from the morphling, Jasper often thought on how easy it would be for someone to steal his skin and use it without being too suspect. This too evolved, until he became certain that a Capital worker was going to replace his father with an imposter.

Soon enough, it became his mother as well, and terrifyingly enough, his baby brother. He just wanted to keep them safe. One night, however, after the Games, around his fifteenth year and after his symptoms had progressed and progressed, after another night of watching children die, he had a breakdown.

“Stop it! Stop it, stop it, go away, go! Go away! Please, just go away!” His voice was hoarse, his screaming pained and broken by sobs. He clutched the knife to his chest, blood staining his dirty sheets from the way he’d cut into his leg, trying to make himself wake up from this nightmare. He was still bleeding, profusely so, but he couldn’t go out of his locked room to treat it.

He heard his ‘mother’ sobbing, heard her begging him to come out, but he payed no heed. He knew she wasn’t real. She was fake, an imposter, a cold machine of a person hiding behind the skin of the woman he looked up to more than anything. He kept his head down, eyes closed, tears flooding down his cheeks. “Please, please let Mommy back, please!”

He rocked in his seat, aggressively so, shaking his head as the voices in the other room grew louder.

“It’s me, baby, it- it’s M-Mommy, please, come out of your room…”

“Jasper! Get the fuck out, get back here, fucking hell!”

“Momma, what is Jassy doing?”

But Jasper knew that it wasn’t real. He knew it wasn’t genuine. They all wanted to hurt him and study him; at least his ‘father’ was honest about it.

“GO AWAY!” He screamed once more, hands trembling as he stood, picking up a book and launching it at the door. It slammed against the surface, enraging his ‘father’ and frightening his ‘mother’ and ‘brother’. He could hear their voices, but he couldn’t tell what they were saying, not a word of it. It was like they were slowly beginning to speak some alien language.

He had to get out of there.

He looked around, grabbing his beanie off the bed. The beeping from between his shoulder blades was growing unbearable, the beeping he heard every time he was bad. He should have seen this coming; they’d been sending him messages all week. Through magazines, books, the Games…

All of it had led up to this moment right here.

Trying to dry his eyes, he looked around in a panic, taking his little dresser and pushing it in front of the door. it took a good few minutes, but he managed, and with that, bought himself some more time. He knew then what he had to do, as he walked over to the window.

Every step sent bolts of pain driving through his leg from its stab, but Jasper hardly noticed. With a groan of effort, he forced the window open, and ducked through, stumbling when he tried to get his first foot through, and falling flat on his face, twisting his leg, and crying out in pain. But he managed to force himself up, tugging that beanie on over his head, and looking around through the night.

Where was he to go now?

He’d stayed on his own for a good three days, until the constant beeping had slowly begun to subside, signaling to him that his family was back. He’d limped home, met with open arms from his mother, tears from his brother, and days of verbal abuse from his father. The rest of the year was spent fairly in order, as he did everything he could to try and stay out of trouble with his perceived delusion of the Capital. He didn’t want to go through the fear of the switch again, and he didn’t want to lose his little family. He worked under the radar as best he could for the next year or so, until his sixteenth birthday. He wanted to get a job, to help, but he could hardly keep a thought in his head or remember his daily routine. They also feared he’d break down at work, and they’d ship him off somewhere away from his family. His father called him a lazy freak, but his mother had none of it, and even gave Jasper some pocket money here and there.

With the 71st Games approaching, Jasper’s mother and brother, Noah now being old enough to understand what happened, fear that he’ll break down once more. That the stress will lead to another psychotic episode, or that he’ll go off and hurt himself past the point of return. Jasper, however, only fears the thought of losing his family again, or messing up badly enough that the Capital would, perhaps, harm one of them, instead of just switching them out.

He lives his life in fear, anxiety, terrified to see what's around the corner, be it something worse than what he's seen before. But he's optimistic, loving, and does his best to keep his chin high, even when he ends up overwhelmed. He's got a heart almost too big to fit in his chest, and if not for his differences, he'd be completely harmless. One day, he hopes, someone will take him somewhere better, somewhere off of this district or country or even planet. He'll be able to take his mother, and his brother, and even his father, because everyone deserves a second chance, and one day...

He'll be happy.

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