Jasmine Kara

THE TEARS OF JOY. I HAVE THEM.

It's done. And I LOVE HER.

Even if she was being a brat

Name: Jasmine Kara
Age: 24
Cause of Mutation: Strangled by Hoodie
About: Jasmine was always ready for adventure. When left to her to decided, she always chose theme parks for a date. Kyle loved her, loved her adventure, her hair, her eyes, her smile, her voice. He was going to propose to her, at the end of her favorite rollercoaster. He had paid off the other riders so they could be alone. Jasmine’s bright green eyes lit up as the ride jerked forward on the tracks, and adrenaline began flowing. The freezing air rushed past them as they climbed up the rickety tracks. He grabbed her hand and squeezed tight as the car reached the top. For a moment their breath melted the snow hovering in the air.

The ride lurched into action, skidding down semi frozen tracks. Wild screams of excitement tore themselves from the young couple and reverberated in the air. Underlying their screams, a heart wrenching crash shook the tracks ahead. Kyle felt, rather than heard the crash, and fear filled his chest as he saw the tracks ahead crumple under the weight of snow and age. The tracks rattled and shook violently and a look of fear crept into Jasmine’s eyes. The momentum of the car wasn’t enough to catapult them across the gap and the bar holding them down flung forward, ejecting Kyle from the car and out of sight.

Jasmine reached out to grab him, but the back of her hood snagged on the roller car. The free falling car drug her down as her neck cracked.

The light faded from her eyes.

Her eyes snapped open. A scuffed sheet of metal lay against a snarled, smoldering pylon. Jasmine reached out to touch the strange reflection, staring back at her. Bottomless eyes, started back into her empty soul. She took in the soft tufted ears that protruded from her short hair and the long slender neck that emerged from her favorite hoodie. She turned to look for Kyle, and tried to call his name. No sound came from her lips, crowded with sharp incisors and a huge black tongue. She tried to scream again, but her anguish rang in silence
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He had seen the wreck. He saw the boy fly from the cart and never move again. He felt her pain as she died, and then kept living as a mutation.

But there was little he could do, except help her.

Jasmine’s ears twitched and swiveled around completely, and her head turned slowly as he walked forward. Her mouth opened to inquire but, again no words formed in the frosty air. Frustration in the form of tears poured from her eyes and she fell to the ground.

“Hey…” he called out, briskly grabbing her shoulders. “It’s not the end of the world. It’s merely the beginning.” He pulled a small note pad, filled with doodles and ideas, from his coat pocket. “Here.” She let it drop and then flipped him off, glaring at him with her blackened eyes. “Psh…Message received.” He stood up. “If you got any questions, I’m in the book….” He stood and walked away. His feet crunched in the snow, and Jasmine watched as he disappeared from sight.

Slowly, slowly, she reached over and lifted the cool pad from the earth.

*EDIT*
Her little quirks

-loves minty and fluffy stuff
-doesn’t like to be touched, especially her neck, by people she doesn’t really know
- Fairly good at art, is getting better
-HATES spicy food
-allergic to bees
-slightly social awkward
-determined to find sketch book guy
-not violent or harsh, but more caring
-DOES NOT EAT PEOPLE
-speaks a little Spanish, trying to learn German so she can communicate better with Trivial
-Vocal cord material was used in the mutation of her elongated neck
-Ear mutation is on acccount of her lost voice