As a hybrid, life never was normal or standard for Jason. After being concieved in vitro he spent the next nine months in the womb of a surrogate,
floating next to his twin Freyja. At birth though, they were quickly separated and taken to their respective biological parents.
His father was a very sad, lonely man. Married to a woman too dedicated to her career to have children and himself very infertile, he was
the perfect candidate for the compound program. Unfortunately, despite wanting a child he didn't know what to do when he finally brought
Jason home. The young boy would go from being neglected completely to being showered with love and affection from his neurotic dad.
And his step-mother? She acknowledged his existence, and she tried her hardest to be kind to him and understand why her spouse needed a child like this.
But she didn't ever say she loved him, not once in his entire life. They were effectively strangers who lived together. This was no way to live for Jason. And when he transitioned into his teen years he started acting out severely.
Graffiti, fighting, arguing with people and even major theft were commonplace occurrences in his day. This was also the time he started beating local rapists to let out
pent-up frustration and energy, but at the time no one bought the rumor that creeps were being attacked by a 3-foot tall cat boy.
Before his parents could even comment on his behavior and faltering grades, Jason had already legally emancipated himself and left the house without a word.
And at age 16, he was finally alone and fully prepared to fend for himself. It was better than the life he was living- hell, ANYTHING was.
He spent the first few years of his independence as a waiter, but eventually he gave up on that and at age 19 he started doing sex work.
It didn't take long for him to realize that he was especially fond of domination and BDSM, and over time that just became his niche.
Jason had no desire to kill people. At least not initially.
He didn't pull the legs off of insects as a child or anything, but he did have a very strong sense of right and wrong.
One day after work, one of his only friends confided in him that she was assaulted. For days, he obsessively stalked the perpetrator, mapping out his daily habits
and looking for the ideal moment to strike. Then, on a cold night he attacked. It started as a fist-fight, but it ended with Jason strangling them to death. At first, Jason was
hysterical for having taken a life. But he then wondered why he couldn't stop himself. Why he didn't WANT to stop. And why he didn't feel even slightly bad- in fact,
he felt almost a sick sense of satisfaction. Like finally taking out the garbage you've been procrastinating on. Suddenly, he was calm. He knew what to do from now on.
If predators want to prey on those they deem weak, he'll show them something new to fear.
Since then, things have calmed down quite a bit. He doesn't kill anywhere near as much as he did when he was younger, and he often spends time
either with his clientele or at home reading a good novel. Sometimes he even hangs out with people socially on occasion.
But he's still VERY willing to protect the innocent at a moment's notice and punish those who seek to harm them. And he will get a sick kick out of it, too.
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