Jasper Blythe

Jasper Blythe was born to Jet and Florence Blythe, and grew up in a small suburban town near Syne academy as a small child, Jasper was a cheerful sort, always willing to go out on the next big adventure with his small group of friends. Jasper did well enough at school, his daydreaming preventing him from gaining higher marks than what he could potentially be getting, and his report cards were often filled with "could do better if he tried." When he reached the first year of high school, his teachers found that he, along with a few other of his classmates - that he was able to channel his aura into what is commonly known as a semblance. Whereas some could reach blinding speeds on the track and others were able to accomplish great feats of strength, his was simply to produce light, from the tiniest flicker to a great blinding flash. Syne academy was soon informed, and they were given the chance at a scholarship into the academy in order to become hunters and huntresses once they finished their final year of high school. Naturally, they all accepted, and so began their after school classes in order to prepare them for their future life as trainee hunters and huntresses. During these classes, Jasper found himself thinking inward, the sparring with their chosen weapons and endless fine tuning of their innate skills allowed his mind to wander to places they normally wouldn’t go. His movements and fighting style became more instinctive and he found himself on the ground more than a few times because of his simply not paying attention. Eventually he learnt to only let his mind wander when he wished it to, and soon his grades went back up as he controlled his focus to the task at hand. And soon the time came for his graduation and acceptance into Syne, Jasper stepped forth into his new life..

Jasper sat under his favourite tree in the courtyard, his hands gently moving over the strings of his guitar to produce a formless tune he wasn't paying attention to. It was a nice tree, it's wide boughs sheltered him from the sun and it was far enough away from the rest of his classmates that their constant chattering and laughter blended into its own comforting drone. With each slow breath he let his mind wander, his thoughts flitting from one subject to the next whilst his fingers were left to their own devices on the strings. Jasper frowned as he noticed his mind kept on going back to one subject: anger. Or more accurately, the concept of anger. With a deep breath he decided to focus on that though, and picked at the whats, hows and whys, until the the class bell rung. with a sigh he decided to return to this thought later and so picked himself up off the grass, slinging his guitar over his shoulder as he  headed to his locker to get ready for the next class.