Jasper is a wiry man of 5'10" with a lean, sinewy build. His hair is greasy and brown, cut short and unkempt, framing a narrow, weathered face with a few days' growth of stubble. His eyes are a dull, watery blue, often darting around to scan his surroundings. He wears stained, rough-spun trousers and a tattered tunic that reeks of salt and old fish.

Jasper is quiet and pragmatic, always preferring a quick exit to a long fight. He is a survivor who has learned that the best way to stay alive is to be the man nobody notices until the chest is gone and the window is open.

Jasper Vane grew up among the rotting piers of Westgate, working as a lowly dockworker for merchant princes who viewed him as little more than a tool. He spent his days hauling heavy crates and his nights sleeping in the shadows of the warehouses. Life was a cycle of hunger and back-breaking labor until a pirate press-gang cornered him in a tavern. Rather than fighting, Jasper saw the ship as a way out of the gutter and willingly joined the crew. On the high seas, he discovered he had a knack for moving silently across a pitching deck and a sharp eye for detail. He spent years raiding the coastlines, learning the illicit trades of a sailor-rogue before eventually finding his place aboard the Gilded Wave. He remains a man of few words, hardened by the spray of the Sea of Fallen Stars. Jasper doesn't seek glory, he only seeks enough gold to ensure he never has to haul a merchant's crate for a copper ever again.