Hasan Jackson

"Sonny" - cis-man - he/him - 42 - Werewolf - leader of the Fenrir Pack

[hasan-jackson]

HASAN “SONNY” JACKSON

BIRTH NAME: Hasan Jackson NICKNAME: Sonny AGE: 42 years old DATE OF BIRTH: 4th of November, 1981 SPECIES: Werewolf FROM: Edinburgh, UK IN FENRIR SINCE: he was 11 years old (except for when he was studying in Edinburgh) NEIGHBOURHOOD: Grant Park OCCUPATION: Professor at Park College and General Surgeon

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STATS -

SEXUALITY: bisexual RELIGION: raised Protestant GENDER/PRONOUNS: cis-man, he/him LANGUAGES: English, BSL FC: brian tyree henry

BIOGRAPHY -

Hasan carved his own path. 

That was the most important thing he ever wanted anyone to know about him. His family, his friends, school. He knew what he wanted to be, and he fought anyone who might stop him from getting there. Because at a very young age, Hasan had dreamt about saving lifes. It wasn’t some crude awakening or an experience with a friend or family member, no, Hasan simply wished to understand the human body, and he knew in there lay the answer to saving lifes. 

He spent far too much time in the Surgical museum in his home city, before his parents moved to Fenrir’s Wood of all places because his father got a job at Oxford and they wanted to be able to afford a house. Hasan instantly started boasting about his own ability, even at age elven. Still, despite how cold he could be and how he liked learning more than any other student - and also he didn’t have a favourite football team, though he did love learning about the many injuries that happened in football - Hasan had plenty of friends. Either kids who like him were gigantic nerds, or kids who thought he was cool. 

He didn’t much care for anyone’s approval, at least not for the appraisal of his fellow students, his peers however, their approval he fought hard for. Great marks eventually got him a place to study to become a surgeon in Edinburgh, and he’d dreamt of staying there for the rest of his life, if not for fate having another plan for him. 

It was two weeks before his big move that he got bitten. He was sick for two months, and missed so many introductory classes that the school suggested he enrol for the year after. He would’ve thrown a fit about it normally, if not for the realisation dawning that it wasn’t just a normal wolf that had bitten him. He was approached by the pack leader of Fenrir Pack the moment he got out of hospital, and started his training right after. His new friends and pack were very much against him still going to Edinburg to study, but Hasan carved his own path. 

He returned with a high degree ten years later, some cool scars, and a good few Werewolves in tow who joined Fenrir Pack at his introduction. He got a spot as a surgeon, having done his internships all over Scotland. As the years progressed, Hasan furthered his new dreams, he became a professor at Park College, a stone throw from his house, and he managed to get himself elected as pack leader after the one who had given him his first lessons retired. 

The mystery that hangs over Fenir’s Wood now is perhaps his greatest challenge, but he is a man of action and of knowledge, so while the other members of the council run around trying to protect their own and as many as the citizens of the city as possible, Hasan is collecting facts.  

HEADCANONS - 

Looks very stoic and intense, but can totally surprise him. He's a warm person, he just doesn't warm up easily.

Loves to talk about the human body, it has always fascinated him, and he's glad he's got to make it his job.

As a true doctor, Hasan doesn't like to be called doctor and definitely doesn't follow his own advice.

WANTED CONNECTIONS -

People who knew him when he was growing up in Fenrir's Wood.

People who he met in Scotland

Werewolves he brought along with him from Scotland

Fellow Fenrir Pack werewolves

Wolves he's taken under his wings

People who've gotten hurt and ended up at the hospital

Students

Friends

Reluctant friends

Enemies

[hasan-jackson]

OPEN STARTER @fenrirswoodstarters location ; the duck fair

Hasan was doing volunteer work in the first aid tent, looking after kids who'd scraped knees and elbows, people who had misjudged the weather, and handing out a lot of free sunscreen. He'd suggested to the council for next time to set down machines that would offer free sunscreen instead, because it was getting far too busy.

A new person walked in, and Hasan offered a smile. "What seems to be the matter?" he asked, friendly, hoping it wasn't sunscreen.

[hasan-jackson]

CLOSED STARTER for @henrythewere location ; LORD'S WOOD ( before the full moon, when nobody yet suspects anything going wrong )

Hasan had more than just the Werewolves of Fenrir Pack to worry about during the Full Moon, with the city having plenty of of unaffiliated Werewolves. And Fenrir Pack being the biggest pack in the city, though it was rare for Hasan to actually interact much with Werewolves from the other pack before the change. He expected much from his colleagues, figuring that Idris, Nishant, and Aldemar had things figured out.

Still, he had a bad feeling about this night. Perhaps because it was the Buck Moon, and his kind tended to be more feral at nights like this. But the Witches' protection spell wasn't so easily broken, and it had held for decades.

He took a deep breath, turning to a Werewolf of Slough Pack, one who he'd gotten his first training together with. Someone who had grown into this business along side him. In the year before Hasan left for university. "At least the weather is pretty nice, I was almost afraid it was going to be another dreary day."

[evanoraray]

They've met before — one of those damned nights, when she felt hexed, or cursed, or poisoned — and he was there, dragged by a higher power, higher even beyond him. And he was a man of power — secure spot on the council, where he could point fingers without a second worth of considering any consequences. Evanora wondered if she could land a fetal blow right now — strike him down with a single snap of her fingers, cut his throat and let him bleed out.

Would he be missed?

Perhaps, a pack would be left without a leader, and a warmed up seat at the highest floor of their little castle would be vacant — waiting for someone else to take their spot.

"Of course you don't. " she muttered. "Men like you only know to complain."

He could probably sense the hostility beyond her voice — the small sparks of magic aiming at a potential new victim.

[hasan-jackson]

Hasan frowned. He was used to anger from others, becoming a Werewolf wasn't easy, and plenty of newly changed people tended to be angry about it. He had been. He knew he'd been absolutely difficult to the pack leaders of Fenrir Pack back then. And there were plenty who were annoying him right now.

So to be met with hostility barely fazed him. That and he was a doctor. Even if there were posters around the hospital asking people to please respect health care workers, there were still those patients who didn't care.

"Not why I'm complaining," he stated. "I'm worried about potential injuries, grass or sand would be much better."

[purepinotnoir]

Idris let out a small laugh. As much as he appreciated Hasan’s compassionate nature, he knew his friend needed to get some rest in between all this ‘caring for others’ business he was doing. “That’s fair. But it’s your actual day off. If nobody’s dying, you’re not kissing anyone’s boo-boos,” he said in a mock-stern voice.

His gaze fixed on the Mini Duck Fair, and he nodded in agreement to Hasan’s suggestion. “A challenge sounds good,” he said, contemplating for a moment. “What do you say we make it interesting?” A playful smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “Loser buys the next round of coffee at Moonshine.”

Idris knew fully well he could get anything he wanted there for free as he was in fact the owner of Moonshine, but a friendly wager as a fun little twist in their day never hurt, right?

[hasan-jackson]

"You'll have to physically restrain me," Hasan promised Idris, in mock-threat. He would probably just wince from a distance and hope someone would come up and help whomever had fallen, injured themself, etc.

Hasan laughed. "Says the owner of Moonshine," he commented, a playful smirk on his own face now. "But alright, I will accept the challenge. We're doing the most difficult game on the premise first: the one where you have to fish the ducks out of the pond, the one with the most points wins," he decided. Very few people got this side of him, with most he was still trying to keep up this very grand appearance: head surgeon, pack leader, professor. With Idris, not so much, mostly because the other too had his success carved out for him: owner of an establishment that was praised for being inclusive, pack leader himself.

And the thing Hasan appreciated the most: they could banter and challenge each other without it having to be about respect and standing. It was all in good fun.

[purepinotnoir]

Roxy listened intently, her eyes reflecting a mix of empathy and curiosity. “Sounds like it’s been a while, then. Is visiting them something you’d want to do in the future?” She asked. She’d understand if he’d rather not answer, or if his answer was simply no; not everyone had a good relationship with their family. Roxy herself only sometimes spoke to her biological family but kept in close touch with her adoptive father.

 “Ah, so Edinburgh got all the fun with the sedatives, huh? She laughed softly, finding the history he shared quite interesting. “The way they did surgeries without sedatives is honestly horrendous. And yeah, societal norms can be pretty weird about pain. But isn’t it a fact that women experience pain differently than men? And tolerate it better? Or are those numbers made up, doctor?” She raised an eyebrow at him playfully.

“So what made you choose to study in Edinburgh?”

[hasan-jackson]

Hasan was not a man to shrug, but he shrugged regardless. His family in the United States was close to them, they were far enough away that it almost felt like he didn't have them, if not for yearly Christmas cards and birthday wishes. "Perhaps, it's definitely more likely than them visiting here," he said with a smile. "So to see my family would mean going to the states, if I were to take a long holiday, it might be fun," he said. Though he'd much rather go to a tropical island.

He smiled, when Roxanne called him doctor, he couldn't help but blush, luckily, none of that was visible on his face for the other, he just found his ears and neck heating up. He chuckled. "Alright, alright. Let me say it in the most professional way I can say it without losing my integrity. Some women have a higher pain tolerance due to having been exposed to pain for a longer amount of time. While men tend to have pain that's situational or related to a certain event. Women are also expected to take care of the household, the kids, etc. Meaning that they tend to bite through the pain for much longer than men do. Resulting in a skewed belief that women deal with pain better."

He licked his lip, the smile still there, but more youthful, more genuine, as if that was even possible after how comfortable he already felt in Roxy's company. "The museum mostly, I went there once as a kid, and I loved it so much. I wanted to become a surgeon, and it just made sense that I'd have to get that degree in Edinburgh, it was as if it was all calling to me."

He paused. "Why did you become a tattoo artist?"

[pclymcrphcus]

・ ✦ ・ 𝐩𝐜𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐜𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐜𝐮𝐬 / * ( closed starter @hasan-jackson )

Being a friendly extrovert with a wonderful sense of humor meant that Amir would constantly collect friends and colleagues. His innate warmth and engaging personality acted as a magnet, drawing people towards him. He was deeply invested in community growth and relished gaining diverse perspectives to better help his students. Seeing individuals who looked like him in professional settings was particularly important to him. He believes this philosophy, along with the diversity that Fenrir championed, made the place feel uniquely safe and special. It stirred a bittersweet pang in his heart to know that somewhere out there, a little boy who looked like him could envision his future through the lens of grown-ups like Hasan, or even himself.

Amir's curiosity and commitment to mentorship led him to meet Hasan casually, initially interviewing him for a possible mentorship with low-risk students. Then came the bite that changed everything. His transition into lycanthropy was arduous at first, a tumultuous journey marked by pain and confusion. However, he believes Hasan would agree that he has grown immensely since then.

"The full moons are still rough," he admits with a sad smile, his eyes reflecting the struggles of his transformation. "But the exercises you taught me are helpful." The support and guidance of a friend like Hasan were invaluable, providing a lifeline during his darkest moments. Amir felt fortunate to have someone he could confide in, seeking advice about all aspects of his life. "I'm just scared that I'll lose control... has—has something like that ever happened to you?"

[hasan-jackson]

Hasan had been bitten when he'd technically still be a teenager. Unaware of what was happening those first weeks after the Werewolf had torn through his flesh. The pain intense and horrifying, the strain on his person so much that he thought he would've died. Perhaps he had been close, and brought back from the edge by something... something that meant he survived while others didn't.

He remembered his first few years, how hard it had been to get used to the new rhythm, but also how much the pack leader of Fenrir Pack had helped him. Now it was his job.

The Werewolf nodded. He wasn't the greatest at making new Werewolves feel more secure, he missed his former colleague and friend Sietse increasingly, but he still gave this his all. For the sake of the Werewolves who found their way to Fenrir's Wood, for the ones who had gotten bitten, and the ones who still struggled. "I have," he admitted. "Not often, and certainly not after my first few years, but it was always in the company of older Werewolves and they made me feel less terrible about it all," he admitted. "That's why it's important to stay within the woods during the full moon."

[fragariacrystals]

annabelle mallard ✰✰ hasan jackson

Six months. It'd been six months since their transformations had started. Still, Annabelle found them no easier than the last. She had wanted to enjoy the Mini Duck fair. There were two weeks of checks in their bank account just to ensure they would have enough for burgers and wings and games. The enjoyment of the fair, however, felt forced more than anything. She wore a smile, yes, and still danced and drank. Each action held underlying anxieties for the full moon. The transformation, the aftermath, all the confusion that came with it. Across from Annabelle was Hasan. Together at the CoffeeKanteen, she nursed a steaming mug. The warmth was supposed to make her bones feel better, right? So why did they still feel so miserable? Annabelle looks up to him from her coffee. "Can you at least tell me that this all...gets better? It won't be like this forever...right?"

@hasan-jackson

[hasan-jackson]

Hasan was not the pack leader who was good at these things. He could go on about hours explaining the biology of a werewolf, the transformation itself, the spirits that embodied everything and how the spirits communicated with them, but when it came to the feeling of being a Werewolf and making people feel better... he was not the most stellar at it.

His bed-side manners as a surgeon had been sub-par.

Still, with the spot for second pack leader at Fenrir Pack still open, Hasan was on his own.

"It will get better," he assured her. "It will feel easier, once your body and your mind are used to it, and once you've had a few more changes within the protection of the pack and the covens."

He had a cup of tea in front of him, but he hadn't touched it yet. He did feel the worry now, the one Sietse had always described but he had never felt: the fear that he wasn't enough to help them.

"If you want I can find a few Werewolves like you, who have recently changed, we can start a little talk group, you can all share your experiences and how you're dealing with the changes," he suggested. He was starting to sound like Helia.

[logan-jones-deactivated20251014]

"maybe, it is possible that they're dead people. but, they could also be things we don't really have a solid grasp on. like nature, it has a sort of energy, right? who's to say that can't be a spirit." she's extrapolating from the information she's provided, theorizing. it's part of her nature, to be curious about the things around her and come up with her own possibilities. of course, this is usually founded in logic, but she hasn't been closed off to more abstract concepts as well. "there's a lot of things we can't explain, i can see how the spirits might bridge the gap, in a sense. it's not the most scientific explanation, but i think not all things can be explained that way."

before logan became a werewolf, she never would have given ideas like this the time of day. to tell her that she'd transform into a wolf on a full moon? you might as well have told her the earth was flat. it makes no sense to her, but it's a reality that she's had to come to terms with.

"why is it that the witches can work with spirits but we can't? is it something about the connection they have? and why can't spells be learned by people who aren't witches?" she's grateful to have hasan as a mentor, someone who can answer these questions for her. it helps her to get a firmer grasp on the things she doesn't understand and hasn't been aware of until recently. she understands why he's a pack leader, he's good at providing a sort of guidance. it makes her feel like she isn't alone in this transition, knowing that someone else knows exactly what she's going through. the world feels a little less big with the community of a pack, people who she knows she can trust and rely on. "you never told me, why did you bring me here? to show me how things work?"

[hasan-jackson]

Hasan smiled. "I think most Witches would laugh at a scientific explanation, they would say there isn't any. Though if they're a kind of atom, then spirits could most definitely be explained scientifically. I think that's perhaps why spirits could be ghosts as well, since it's a very human thought to think we aren't part of nature too, but we are. Maybe the spirits are leftovers of humans and animals and plants." He could imagine it, though it didn't matter that much, because he couldn't sense them regardless. And he would never be able to do so, neither would Logan. It was very good that she showed an interest however, he did very much appreciate people who were curious.

"Because we're cursed," Hasan said. "That's how the Witches put it, being a Werewolf is some kind of punishment, and thus we're no longer allowed to connect with that world. At least, the people who were witches before. Humans can sense spirits, but they cannot interact with them, because... it's like not having the sense needed to hold a conversation with them."

"To show you that we can still sense something, it's so faint because we shouldn't be able to sense anything, but in this place where magic and spirits are so intense, we can learn that there is still something we can sense, not the magic or the spirits directly, but a change in the air that suggests there is something more there. It could save your life, as much as we as a Pack trust the Witches to keep us safe during the Full Moon, Magic shouldn't be trusted blindly."

[purepinotnoir]

Sipping his cold, locally brewed beer, Idris scanned the area with a casual gaze. The recent renovations hadn’t made much of a difference to him; he hadn’t been particularly bothered by the state of the place before. However, he did notice it was less peaceful now, which bothered him slightly.

“That’s got to be the doctor in you talking. You know you’re allowed to take a day off, right?” Idris teased, smirking as he turned to look at Hasan.

“I don’t know. It’s okay. It’s… yeah, okay,” he shrugged, his tone nonchalant. Idris didn’t have any strong feelings about the renovations. He took another sip of his drink, stepping aside as a group of children ran past them towards the ice cream cart.

“Have you tried your luck at any of the games?” He asked, shifting the conversation and raising an eyebrow in curiosity.   

[hasan-jackson]

Hasan smirked. “That is very much the doctor in me talking,” he admitted, looking back at the concrete, but no kids were around to be falling. “You can tell me that, but my brain and my heart will always leap into action when I see hurt and blood,” he admitted. 

A group of kids appeared, seemingly not noticing either of them as they rushed past to get ice cream. It technically wasn’t even that warm, he wouldn’t so quickly go for ice in this weather, but the kids didn’t care. “Maybe I’m getting old,” he decided. “And starting to dislike change.” It was a joke, but brought in true Hasan-fashion: stoically. 

The games, Hasan’s attention shifted again, from the kids eager to get some sugar, to the Mini Duck Fair. He went to the Duck Fair every year, and found it funny that there was a mini version. “I have not, do we do a challenge?” he asked.

[thesofiavaldez]

[ TEXT ]: That's weird to think about. I don't totally think of it as 'famous.' I'm not even sure if there is a word for how I've been seeing it. [ TEXT ]: I actually don't know, I imagine it would be up to the studio? [ TEXT ]: That's why I tapped you up. Not cause you were a handsome man eating a subpar meal, but because I needed to know why my patient was covered in big ol' boils. [ TEXT ]: Getting a degree in cuteness probably. [ TEXT ]: Right now general studies, she's considering a few paths but I think Librarian is the end goal.

[hasan-jackson]

[ TEXT ]: I know even less about all of that, I only recently got scolded by an intern for not knowing who Olivia Rodrigo is. [ TEXT ]: Fenrir's Wood can be a great vacation destination too. Just in case. [ TEXT ]: Next time I go outside of the hospital for lunch I should go in a disguise. [ TEXT ]: Librarian, interesting. I've never considered that an actual vocation to aspire to, but to be very honest it does sound like probably one of the nicer jobs. And with how much Libraries are doing to secure their place in the community, she's chosen a good field.

[purepinotnoir]

Roxy shrugged her shoulders. She hadn’t really spoken to her biological family since moving to the UK, except for the occasional Christmas card. She didn’t mind, though. She understood why things had gone the way they did, and there were no hard feelings on either side. “Maybe! It would be nice to see and talk to them again,” she said with a warm smile. She wasn’t really going to dive into the whole story right now, and besides, some details were stilly fuzzy, even to her.

“Do you visit them sometimes, or do they come visit you?” She asked curiously when he mentioned his family in America. “You’re right, though; it’s difficult to keep a connection when we’re so far apart.” She smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

“Can you imagine if you still operated without sedatives? Doing open-heart surgery must be hell,” she said, frowning slightly at the thought. The idea of undergoing such an operation while awake and aware of the surroundings – not just the pain, but also the sounds and smells – made her shudder. “I’d like to thank the people who invented sedatives,” she added after a moment. “I’ve had a few customers who needed something to ease the pain when getting tattoos. Interestingly, it’s usually men who can’t handle the pain. I’ve only ever had men need pain relief.”

[hasan-jackson]

Hasan smiled kindly, maybe not kindly, perhaps there was more to his smile than sheer kindness, an interest in Roxanne that went further than friendship. He could imagine them going together, maybe Roxanne would remember enough to give him a tour, maybe they’d have to figure that out together. “Neither, I don’t think my family has been in the UK in at least two decades, and last time we went was over ten years ago,” he admitted. “There isn’t a lot of interest to travel.” 

“It’s even worse with the timezones, a lot of chances to miss each other. My mom says it used to be easier to keep in contact, because they’d have a fixed moment when they’d call via landline,” he said. “Now you can call at any time and it’s a lot harder to arrange something.” 

He chuckled. “I know a lot about sedatives, it was actually invented in Edinburgh, at the university I went to. They have a lot of documentation about how surgeries were done before sedatives, and I’d rather not imagine,” he said with a painful face. “It’s the difference in pain receptors, and society. Societal norms expect women to deal with pain easier,” he said. And there were more negative stereotypes surrounding pain, but he’d rather deal with the man to woman / woman to man societal difference than some of the crazy things the world of science had come up with, and some of those that were still believed despite enough research saying otherwise. 

“I personally think we should all ask for pain relief, it doesn’t help to act cool and pretend we’re not hurting, right?”

[thesofiavaldez]

[ TEXT ]: To be fair, I take a lot of days off for Micah's concerts and once he goes on tour I'll probably quit until we get back. [ TEXT ]: Bigger than most. They're really cute though. [ TEXT ]: Wow, which part of that implied she wasn't a doctor? Sounds rude on your part, handsome. [ TEXT ]: She is not. Unless she changed and didn't tell me.

[hasan-jackson]

[ TEXT ]: The hard life of having a famous partner. 😙 [ TEXT ]: I do trust that you'll come back, else I'll be back to my cheese sandwiches. [ TEXT ]: I know all the future doctors by heart, not by choice, mind you, but because they love randomly trapping me and asking me questions. So you can't fool me, I know all the doctors in Fenrir. [ TEXT ]: What is she studying? Last you heard?

[museinitalics]

Chae wasn't sure how he felt about being known like this, by others, through the simple fact that someone he knew spoke about him. It made him wonder if the things spoken about him were good things or bad things, perhaps Helia voiced frustrations to this man about him, frustrations about seeking a way to break a curse that didn't seem like it could be broken. It resulted in his brows furrowing together as Hasan spoke. "I guess the face mask gave me away," Chae commented. He hadn't seen many people consistently wearing face masks around the city but he routinely wore one almost every time he left the house, only taking it off indoors or when it got uncomfortable.

"It's nice to meet you," Chae said, remembering his manners late out of awkwardness, "formally," since they'd had their prior brief run in already. "I hope Helia hasn't given you too much trouble, asking after allergies. She's very determined to find a cure for me."

[hasan-jackson]

Hasan smiled, not realising how he came off, or what he was suggesting with his words. Sietse was the one with bedside manners, he was the blunt one. He missed his companion and fellow pack leader more on days like these, but he tried not to think people would judge him for his poor communication skills, he’d simply never learnt to be English. “It did,” he admitted. Especially as a doctor, seeing people in face masks wasn’t anything odd, but out and about, it did make one want to guess why people could be wearing them. He didn’t say all this, instead felt a small pull at his heart at the thought the other thought Helia could possibly bother him with medical things. 

“Nice to meet you too, Chae, formally.” He offered a smile. “She’s incredibly determined, and no, she doesn’t give me much trouble, there are plenty of times where the subjects she brings to me are very interesting. I think she really likes doing research, and so do I.” He made a face then, studying Chae for a moment. “Is this something you’re still looking for as well? A cure?” Because Hasan wasn’t new to people deciding there was no help for them. As the head surgeon, he had many such conversations with patients. And he knew Helia.

[hasan-jackson]

OPEN STARTER for @fenrirswoodstarters location ; BEACH FRONT / saturday @ bar crawl

Hasan was not a drinker, he'd never been one to think about taking sipping some alcohol to settle his nerves. He'd only ever been a social drinker, and it was rare for him to be social, it was even rarer to be social and drunk, since he tended to nurse a whole glass of whiskey or cognac during a single evening - which had resulted in being dubbed an 'old man' even at the age of twenty-one.

He'd instead gotten some strange mixed drink that was ten percent alcohol, ninety percent slushy. Or at least that's what it tasted like. He was drinking it from a closed plastic cup out of a straw, feeling like instead of an old man, he was now a teenager. "I am not sure I like what they've done with the place," he said to his companion. "It's certainly a step up from what it used to be, but there is a lot of concrete now. I've seen three kids scraping their knees on the street already."

[thesofiavaldez]

[ TEXT ]: I would never lead someone on! Not purposefully anyway. [ TEXT ]: Yeah, I'm not the kinda girl who stays down long. Gave me an excuse to take a few days off. [ TEXT ]: Fancy. Have you seen my sister there? [ TEXT ]: She looks kind of like a lil latina girl got really into Edgar Allan Poe.

[hasan-jackson]

[ TEXT ]: I believe you 😏 [ TEXT ]: That's good! Though as a full-fledged doctor I'd tell you that a serious injury is not an excuse, but a valid reason to take time off. [ TEXT ]: That image does ring a bell, long dark hair, big eyes? [ TEXT ]: She probably doesn't follow a surgery degree, then? Else we should've discussed this a long time ago. I'd think this is all a set-up. 🤣

[evigh3t]

jasper’s spine straightened as though a rod had been shot through it. he lived his life as though on tiptoes, carefully navigating showing his true self, keeping tight-lipped and cautious. hazel eyes darted between hasan and shriya until he was sure neither of them were a threat. with both hands he took hold of the cup and steadily sipped, the water shuddering as their hands trembled around it. following a change or approaching it, jasper’s senses were set alight—it meant that his anxiety, too, was heightened, and loomed over him like a dark black stain. “i promise you can trust me,” shriya offered, leaning forward just enough to close the space, but allowing jasper enough room to retreat if he needed it. she held her coffee tight, firm, careful not to misstep. “you're safe here. whether it's a supernatural problem or a human problem.” she offered a sweet smile, and jasper's gaze lowered to focus on the toes of his boots. “i—um—well—it's just . . . ” suddenly he felt ridiculous for even turning up, despite his physical reactions to the fear, “i'm just really anxious.”

[hasan-jackson]

Hasan figured as much, but he didn’t let any of his thoughts show on his face. Instead he gazed at the young Werewolf with the same stoic expression most people got from him, and studied for any other signs of impending panic attacks or perhaps a physical reason why he was here. Perhaps an injury or altercation had led to him being here. He nodded slowly, gesturing for Jasper to drink their water, and hoping he’d swallow the dextro too. Shriya was fulfilling more of a kind nurse role than that of a doctor, but he could not blame her because she’d been in Helia’s teachings too, and the ER doctor tended to kill with kindness - luckily only figuratively. “Any reason you’re feeling anxious, Jasper?” Hasan asked. “Did anything happen?” He only asked two questions, knowing not to overwhelm anyone who was having an anxiety or panic attack. Even if perhaps the question as to what had happened might already be too much for them, in Hasan’s eyes, Jasper didn’t seem so far gone that he would need other measures. If such was the case, he’d have to call Helia, he might be the one Werewolf here that people could count on when it came to Werewolf situations, but he was a surgeon as well. He knew his limitations.