Here's a hand-picked assortment of Jasper-related scribblettes. I hope they're agreeable.

Jasper opened up a whole lot of interesting opportunities for himself by perfecting (well, almost perfecting) his monster-to-human transformation. Though it's difficult to believe now, Jasper used to be one of the scariest bogeymen on the block and specialized in frightening children. He was too much of a softie to keep at it for long, and got himself into a little bit of trouble with the FCLD for an incident which I'm not yet willing to disclose. Since it was no fun living in Figment City any longer, Jasper realized that it would be easy...or, at least possible, for him to disguise himself as a human and live among the very people he used to prey upon on a nightly basis.

After wrestling with the issue for a few weeks, he decided that living as a human for a while would be in his best interest, so he packed up his things and took off to live in a large, prominent American city. Getting a job would've usually been a problem for someone like him...namely, someone without a birth certificate, green card, or even a driver's license. Luckily, a lot of small businessmen don't ask about these sort of things, so it was pretty easy for Jasper to find work at a small flower shop run by the Baumgartners, an elderly immigrant couple from Germany. When not scaring the pants off of children, Jasper spent the majority of his free time carefully tending to his garden, an eclectic collection of exotic (also poisonous and carnivorous) plants from the dream realm. After having been attacked by every manner of man-eating vegetable, tending to garden-variety lillies and marigolds doesn't present much of a challenge. When the Baumgartners put up a help wanted ad in their window, no one showed up for months. Just when they were starting to get discouraged, in walked this lanky, scruffy-looking young fellow with some sort of funny cockney accent and horrible British teeth. Although a bit sketchy in appearance, Jasper proved to his new employers that he was a friendly, hard-working guy with an almost supernatural gift for tending to plants. When Jasper was first hired on as help, most of the flowers were discolored and wilting and it was tough to make ends meet. Just a few months later, business had picked up considerably thanks to the fragrant, colorful blooms filling every spare inch of the back greenhouse.

The Baumgartmers are extremely pleased with how their little mom-and-pop business has expanded in just a few short months, and have grown quite fond of the strange young man who works overtime in the back greenhouse at all sorts of awful hours of the night. Mrs.Baumgartner drags him home for dinner at least once a week, which is something that Jasper was at first terrified of, but now sees as a nice opportunity to make friends and practice his dinner-table ettiquite. (The other elderly guests find him quite charming in a nervous, fidgety sort of way. hahaha) Besides, living in a crummy apartment with nothing but a burner on which to prepare food makes one very quick to accept any and all dinner invitations. Of course, Jasper still has trouble fitting in despite having earned the trust of his elderly employers. Insisting that his fangy teeth are due to his English heritage is a serious stretch, and emphatically claiming that the scattered bits of snakeskin showing up around the shop are just bad dandruff is almost too much to believe. (He's very lucky that the Baumgartners are both very, very nearsighted.) He's still too freaked out by the mulching pitchfork to touch it, and when city-folk walk in the shop with small, trendy dogs yapping in their arms, it makes him really hungry. He's still trying his best to learn about human manners and figure out how to chit-chat with customers without immediately making them uncomfortable. It's lucky for him that most people living in large cities have seen plenty of things stranger than him.

Ah, but Jasper was never any good at covering up his tracks. The FCLD knows exactly where he is, and has even sent him some not-so-subtle warnings to cease and desist, but the majority of them are tactfully ignored. Normally, the FCLD would just go in and drag him back, but Jasper's a special case...for one thing, he's not out to cause any trouble, and for another...well, have you ever tried dragging an 800+ lb. giant serpent monster out the door of his own home? It is an exercise in pain and misery for everyone involved. Of course, if the FCLD knows where he is, then you can bet your butt Emile does too. The little Frenchie has connections you wouldn't believe, and he uses them frequently. When you rob human museums, it's good to know a few good human impersonators.

hohoh, this was fun. I think Jasper's probably the most enjoyable to draw out of all of my characters.