The apathetic child of Lillian and Silver Harper, Jasper, was born in a euphoric world. Befuddling, he wasn't the perfect, bright, and happy child you would have thought. The clandestine child always kept to himself and locked himself in his room, rarely leaving the comfort of his confinement. During his childhood, Jasper never had much interaction with other children his age. Every other child would run around and play, like every child should, while he quietly observed, but never joined in on the fun. Far from how the many children at his school behaved, Jasper was not rambunctious. Greatly influenced by his parents, his attitude was demure. An honor student, Jasper was also well ahead of his class. Intelligent and very handsome, he wasn't outcasted by his classmates, but rather liked to seclude himself and be a dilettante in almost anything you can imagine. Jasper was very ambitious. Korea was where he learned to play the gayageum. Lost in a sea of people, he had decided to refuge to art. Mostly left at home, babysat by his neighbor, Jasper developed a love of metal music and morbid art. No one could break through his shell, but then she came along. October, no not the month, the girl, was one of a kind. Probably the prettiest girl Jasper had gotten to know, he came to care a lot about her. Quaker oats was what they had for breakfast every Monday. Randomly, they fought, but they always made up. Spontaneously, they would take off and go to concerts.
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