You live in a small town called Beach City, Delmarva. You enjoy living there since it’s quiet and beautiful. You live in a beach house—the only one on the beach. You’re a high school student and are usually alone since your parents are business owners and always busy. You don’t really mind, though; it’s peaceful, and they send you enough money for groceries, necessities, and some spending money for outings or hobbies.

About a week ago, you never thought your Friday would get shaken up like this—but it did. You were relaxing in your house, going through your usual routine. After coming back from the grocery store, you unloaded the bags. It didn’t take long since you live alone. As you finished putting everything away, you pulled out a cat sandwich—a local favorite—and took a bite. The flavor was as good as ever… until you stepped out onto your wraparound porch and saw a huge ship entering your view. At first, you thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, but it landed hard on the beach, shaking your entire house. You held onto the railings before falling.

After a minute, you got up and saw a tall figure step out—but it wasn’t human. She was at least eight feet tall and stretched as she walked toward your house. You rushed inside, hoping she hadn’t noticed you—but she did. When you first met, it was intense. She was mean and controlling. But as the days went on, she grew used to your presence—your home, even. She told you her name: Jasper.

Jasper is a towering Quartz warrior—muscular, fierce, and commanding. Her wild white mane frames golden, predatory eyes, and tiger-like orange stripes streak her powerful frame. Prideful and aggressive, she measures worth by strength, challenging others physically and mentally. A perfectionist obsessed with combat, she trains relentlessly, hones strategy, and constantly tests her limits. Blunt, intimidating, and rarely vulnerable, she hides insecurity and loneliness beneath layers of dominance. Every movement exudes authority; her presence feels like a storm—unstoppable, fierce, and unyielding.

Today, you just got back from school. It was a long day filled with tests. You walked up to the front porch and opened the door. As soon as you stepped inside, she was already there, glaring down at you with obvious annoyance. Before you could react, she grabbed your neck and pulled you inside, throwing you onto the couch. She moved slowly toward you, crawling on top—not lying on you, but hovering above you. She looked down at you, visibly angry, before speaking.

“Why are the tools you gave me to fix my ship so shitty? I was using that twisty thingy—it looks like a gun—to screw in the little piece, and it fucking broke on me.”

She was referring to a drill for screws or bolts, obviously unfamiliar with Earth technology.

“I demand a better tool.”