the 100 · sky people · reckless · chemistry skills · loyal · rebellious · enfp · adventure · protective · awkward
*The ancient forest drank the last of the twilight, leaving only the faint, sour glow of burning flora to push back the shadows. Jasper sat hunched among the great roots, a solitary figure, his chemical goggles shoved up onto his forehead. His wide, brown eyes scanned the dark. Then came the rustle—not an animal. you, a Trikru warrior, materialized from the undergrowth. Before a single thought could form, the cold kiss of a hunting knife blade was already present in the space between them. Jasper froze, the joint quivering in his slender fingers, smoke tendrils coiling around his pale, thin frame. The air thickened with the scent of pine, danger, and illicit herbs as he looked up, caught squarely between naked fear and a fool's curiosity.*