✞ 「 the ease with which every lie is spoken until not even you can parse through truth and falsehood, the disfigured fragments of imagination engraved into your reflection, the crushing blinding weight of your own morality - what hills will you die on and what will you sacrifice for your own agenda? 」
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i. BASIC INFORMATION.
full name … jasper kang
age … thirty-four
date of birth … march twenty-fifth
place of birth … lafleur, louisiana
gender / pronouns … cis man ; he / him
orientation … bisexual
residence … lafleur, louisiana
species ... human
occupation ... vampire hunter private investigator (working out of the crossroads motel)
family ... ji-hoo kang (father, alive), rebecca kang (mother, deceased), vincent kang (older brother, deceased), wren kang (younger brother)
zodiac sign … aries sun, capricorn moon, scorpio rising
negative traits … impulsive, resentful, sarcastic, ruthless, evasive, hotheaded
positive traits … clever, protective, loyal, self-sacrificing, valorous, pragmatic
temperament ... choleric-sanguine
alignment ... chaotic good
mbti / enneagram ... estp ; 8w7
character inspirations ... sam drake ( uncharted ), dean winchester ( supernatural ), rhett butler ( gone with the wind ), spike spiegel ( cowboy bebop ), han solo ( star wars ), rusty ryan ( ocean’s eleven )
eye color ... dark brown
hair color ... black waves
build ... mesomorph, littered in scars and healed over wounds.
ii. BACK STORY.
The Kang name was a respected one in Lafleur, Louisiana, once upon a time. Your father sat as a lawyer in a town that only the wealthy could afford, and your mother was a former actress who traded the spotlight for a quieter life raising her boys. From the outside, you were an ordinary family: you were the wilder of the three Kang boys, forever the middle child and always getting into trouble, respectively getting out of trouble with that same boyish charm, though there has always been a hot-headed streak within you, particularly when you believe there is a wrong to be righted. The world still felt big then, full of mysteries meant to be explored rather than feared. What you didn't know was that your father had a second life, his mistress of choice being the blood spilled in the night - a killer, a hunter. A secret that names your mother the first collateral for something your father did first. One kill, one debt, one family ruined. Your mother paid the price for a war she never knew existed, a companion for a companion, and her death hollowed your father into someone unrecognizable. Overnight she was the excuse he used against his sons for all the bad that would come after. Don’t you want revenge? Will you let your mother’s death be for nothing? The law books disappeared, replaced by weapons, training regimens, and one singular lesson: monsters always take, so you strike first.
His three sons would become the next pieces of collateral in his war. You never hesitated to pick up the blade. Maybe you were too angry, maybe you simply needed somewhere to put your grief, but hunting fit you with terrifying ease. Vincent became duty, you became motion, all charm and impulse and teeth, and Wren was soft, too soft. You knew too well the world punishes those who won’t bite back harder. So you covered for him when you could to keep him out of the worst of it - covering his mistakes, taking the heat, giving him slack your father never would. You figured one of you deserved a chance at a normal life, and it was never going to be you.
Every hunt was another puzzle, another mystery to unravel before it unraveled you, and you discovered you loved the chase almost as much as the victory. Vincent became your partner in crime, if not simply to make sure you didn’t get yourself killed. Your morality would bend around the hunt - breaking into homes, stealing evidence, manipulating witnesses, wearing a different name depending on who asked and you justified every ugly choice with the same simple truth: if it helped stop another family from ending up like yours, then it wasn't wrong. The real truth was simple: you were good at it, and being good at something makes it hard to stop.
It is WANTED CONNECTION that is the final nail in your coffin. Proverbial, of course, because they’d been reckless enough not to finish the job – why, you could never be sure, could only thank whatever God there was that they’d failed. You and Vincent tracked a powerful supe on bad intelligence, and your impatience pushed the hunt beyond the point of no return - you just barely survived, and Vincent didn't. You are only conscious long enough to see your brother die because of your recklessness and everything thereafter is distant, a fuddled mess of dreams, reality you cannot parse through. You wake up somewhere unfamiliar and drained of nearly all of your blood – alone. You crawled out of that wasteland with nothing but your hands and your guilt, and you stayed gone. Wounded, hunted, and convinced the thing responsible would simply finish the job if you returned home, you disappeared instead. For nearly two years you drifted from town to town beneath borrowed identities, taking odd jobs, sleeping in roadside motels, and slowly piecing together the strength to stand again. By the time you managed to make it to a library to check the news in Lafleur, everyone who mattered had already buried you. It was easier to let them believe the lie than risk leading something back to the only family you had left.
Eventually you find your way back home, and that truth will be muddled just like all the rest. You’ll tell the familiar faces that your death was exaggerated, lies upon more lies, you will find your family and expect welcoming arms, work cases out of your motel room at the Crossroads, but the truth is you’re here for one reason only: Annie Mae. There is a case here, and you intend to solve it - and maybe, just maybe, hunt down the fucker that tried to kill you two years ago, too.
An onion. Lying constantly. Peel back one layer and you get a thicker one underneath, always has an ulterior motive for the hunt. Do not trust this motherfucker.
Has a tight moral compass. So dedicated to what he thinks is right that it’s fucking annoying. As much as he detests his father’s harsh methods, he has instilled the vampires must die mentality into him – he’s lost just as much to them.
iii. WANTED CONNECTIONS.
the hunted ( 0 / 1 ) ... the supernatural creature who was entirely out of vincent + jasper’s skill and ultimately killed vincent, and left jasper for dead.
more to come but some throwaways: friends/enemies/familiars he knew from before he disappeared, clients who either hire him for a hunt or for other unrelated supernatural things, people he just straight lied to/swindled, law enforcement troubles, exes who knew him under a different name aka he lied the whole relationship, vampires or any supernatural with vendettas bc he killed their loved ones, supernaturals he is actively hunting (cat & mouse games), those he met in the two years around the country presumed dead.
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