hope at a time such as THIS hurt. this, romy knew - and she knew it fairly well. it been a year of heartbreak and joy, but nothing had hit harder than the death of her boy ; and nothing was more difficult to cope with, than knowing that she couldn’t even grieve properly. she’d never known him, not really, and he had CERTAINLY never known her. he was an unfortunate causality in a family grudge that he wasn’t even aware of, and now, never would be. she’d spent a lot of time crying, of late.
so ; seeing a familiar name… seeking the person who held it OUT - it was a strange sort of dichotomy. if she were wrong, and the jasper chapman she had known was really, truly DEAD, then reopening that wound at a time such as this would be more than she could handle. if hope won out, though… if he was ALIVE - well. a reunion now would be bitter, but but still sweet.
she wanted it to be him. more than she had wanted anything, EVER. at this point in time, romy needed a small fraction of her heart back - and it was jaz who could maybe help her along that path.
“i’m looking for jasper chapman.” she should have really been looking towards the receptionist, if not just because it was the nice thing to do - but instead, her gaze DANCED around the space, searching the heaps of junk and brokedown cars for a face she feared seeing… and not seeing. “he WORKS here, right?”
as much as he hated to admit it. jasper chapman was an OLD man. he had seen and done so many unspeakable things, dealt with far too much pain and yet somehow he was still HERE there had to be something said to that didn’t there. he was far too scarred and carried far too many ghosts but he was not gone like so much that he had loved before. he wasn’t sure when his life had become this some sort of fight just to wake up each morning, but somewhere a long the line it had.
starting out the new year in a new place there was some odd sort of symmetry to it even he had to admit. he liked the new garage, paragon was certainly one of the more interesting places he had lived in recent years ( although he had not really taken the chance to walk around just yet ) and the people he worked with had a habit of asking too many questions.
in effect jaz was simply allowed to keep to himself which is frankly how he liked it as a man who tended to spend too much time wrapped up in his own head. talking to clara even though he knew she wasn’t there.
he hadn’t been passing by reception for any real reason, just needed to get something from the other side of the auto shop. when the SOUND of a familiar voice is enough to make him stop in his tracks. it couldn’t be. could it. he’s scared to even look as he turned around but sure enough there was the familiar face he had been longing to see all these years. “romy?” suddenly standing there he’s twenty years old again. “romy!”
( NIKOLAJ COSTER-WALDAU, MALE, HE/HIM ) — ✧ THAT LOOKS LIKE JASPER CHAPMAN ! THEY’RE THE FOURTY EIGHT YEAR OLD, I HEAR THEY’RE PRAGMATIC & LOYAL, BUT TEND TO BE RESERVED & VENGEFUL THEY ARE A MECHANIC IN TOWN AT PARAGON. HIS FILE SAYS THAT HIS POWER IS ANIMATION/REANIMATION.
tw: death, violence, murder i’ve apparently out racheled rachel
SECTION ONE: THE START:
there is a boy running around his mother’s feet he is no more that four years old as come and get your love plays over the radio. any one just has to look at them to know that that little boy is the light of his mother’s life. enough to help her forget his father’s indiscretions. the nights in the house that it’s just the two of them, or the fact that jasper almost seems of unquestioning of the amount his father spends away from them.
there is a eleven year old desperate for some attention. his father is a businessman, he’s known that all his life, but it seems the only time he manages to get the other to even look at him for more than a second is when he behaved badly or built something really impressive. the former always been easier than the later.
there is a fourteen year old obsessed with building things, models, motors, even just scribbling designs on a piece of paper. his mother tells him he has a knack for it as she kisses the crown of that scrappy teenagers head. it’s a gift, use it she tells him over and over again.
there is a mutant who doesn’t even notice the arrival of powers at first. it’s something innocent at first, a stick man that he watches dancing across the page. he doesn’t understand it, doesn’t see the danger. so he simply keeps pushing himself, learns to animate the models that decorate his bedroom.
there is a sixteen year old who manages to make all the wrong choices. he knows his mother inside out, she’s never shown any form of power. therefore reason would dictate his gene came from his father right? wrong. he shows his father just what he can do, in a moment he would later call idiocy. the older man was disgusted. it’s only later that he discover that his mother has been hiding her mutation all this time.
there is a boy not yet quite a man who runs away from home sixth months later. he never goes back to that house. although he does sometimes long for the presence of his mother. he needs to find his own place, even if he carries guilt for leaving her.
SECTION TWO: THE MIDDLE:
he’s just a scrappy kid when some branch of the brotherhood find him. vastly untrained, loud, willing to fight just about anyone but incredibly powerful. it’s not surprised when they take the time to shape him into a fighter, someone resourceful who was willing to do whatever it took to protect mutants.
there is a nineteen year old, who moved from england to france firstly. young and charming and good at taking orders and there is a girl. of course there is. she’s fire and vengeance all wrapped up in one. jasper swears he’d follow her to the ends of the earth if she’d let him. he’d never been the love sick puppy type and yet that’s just what he was becoming.
there’s a man, he’s twenty five now should be older more rational, who still gets into trouble like he was twenty one, smoking too many cigarettes and picks fights he knows he can’t win. he is however more settled than he’s ever been. a cause to fight for and a group of mutants are beginning to feel more and more like family.
romy especially makes a mark on him. the closest thing you have to a sibling. the two of them are family, it’s just a sort of unquestioned fact.
anyone that looks at him can see the way he looks at clara, the two of them are barely apart when they can help it especially when it comes to causing havoc. they’ve been together for so long now there’s no one jaz trusts quite the same way. still there’s never really happens there, the few nights they spend together are born from pain and desperation and the two of them never really talk about it afterwards.
still jasper just assumed that the two of them would get there, the two of them would grow up. he’d stop throwing himself into danger and the pair of them would be together. the attack of the townspeople stopped any attempt of that.
clara had started a fire when they were attacked, true to herself always quick to react and so defensive. jasper would pull her from the burning wreckage himself (he still has a deep burn scar on his side) but only after one of the townsmen had delivered a fatal blow. clara died wrapped up in his arms a few feet away from danger.
he was so wrapped up in the two of them, it wouldn’t be until later when it was too late that he’d think to check on the other’s. there was option to go back. if they were going to have any chance at all they had to keep moving.
there’s a man cradling the woman he loves and he is willing to move heaven and earth to keep him with her. he had never brought anyone back from the dead before and yet clara he was more than willing to try. all things come with a price however and what came back was not clara, at least not completely. she was sad, broken. the fire in her eyes that he had fallen in love with, as was her personality. in the end it was a mercy to kill her again even if he killed him to do it.
there is a man who has lost all that he loved most, he doesn’t stay in one place for too long, keeps his had down. the years prior put to rest, at least as much as could do with the ghosts he had to carry with him.
there’s a thirty year old man setting foot in the states for the first time. he barely uses his powers, barely makes any jokes any more. in more ways then he liked to think about jaz has turned into his mother. ending up at paragon was simply a happy accident, after all somewhere he could work and openly be a mutant was all too inviting.
SECTION THREE: HEADCANONS.
jaz is a mechanic because romy showed him how. in the many years they’ve spent apart it was a way of keeping her close, as well as honouring her memory.
often seen wearing plaid shirts and denim, you’d think he was from the bible belt rather than england.
is a nice ?? guy. he tends to be joking and charming by default, though now he tends to keep to himself. it takes a lot now to bring out his dangerous side.
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