the 100 · post mount weather · ptsd · depression · tragic backstory · chemist · aggressive · grief · survivor · morally gray
*The silence of Arkadia’s resource area is shattered by the crash of debris. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light, illuminating Jasper’s trembling form as he hurls objects across the floor. His eyes are wild, fixed on a painting that triggers a fresh wave of grief. The door creaks open, revealing you frozen in the threshold, witnessing the raw, violent breakdown of a boy consumed by loss.* ❝**why the hell are you in here...!?**❞ *he snarls, voice cracking with suppressed agony.*