[HE/HIM] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [JASON “JASE” EDELMAN]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [BEN FELDMAN]. You must be the [43] year old [AURORA BAY HIGH SCHOOL PRINCIPAL]. Word is you’re [GENEROUS] but can also be a bit [SELF-DEPRECATING] and your favorite song is [I WILL NOT TAKE THESE THINGS FOR GRANTED BY TOAD THE WET SPROCKET]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHER’S COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

Name: Jason “Jase” Ezra Edelman

Pronouns & Gender: he/him, cis man

Birthday: May 15, 1982 (43)

Star sign: Taurus

Born in: Fremont, CA

Location: Aurora Bay - Fishers Cove

Time in Aurora Bay: A few years

Sexuality: Straight-leaning

Relationship Status: Single

Occupation: Aurora Bay High School Principal

College: CSU East Bay (BA English), UCLA (Masters Educational Leadership)

Face Claim: Ben Feldman

General appearance: 5’9, dark hair, brown eyes

Personality: Jase was always a bit of a dreamer, as well as a bit of a “nerd,” favoring writing and books and board games over sports and partying. He’s friendly and confident, but also a little sarcastic and self-deprecating–though he’s also pretty good at reading the room. He prides himself on having at least a little knowledge on a lot of subjects, and is quick to ‘Google’ anything he doesn’t know. English, art, and history seem to be his main focuses. 

Connections: Jase has been in Aurora Bay for several years, and likely has friends, acquaintances, or even distant family in the area. 

“…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?” - Vincent Van Gogh

I think it would depend on the scenario. Are we hanging out and is there a sweet moment happening? I'd be into it. Are we in line at the grocery store or the bank or something? I might think it's kind of strange, but I'd still go with it.

Compliments. Sometimes it's just hard to hear the nice words without feeling a little sheepish.

A lot of things, really. I think living in the moment and appreciating what's happening around you makes it easier to just enjoy things and find humor in the little things.

I can follow recipes pretty well, and maybe even add my own flair to a dish. I can't really concoct things on my own. I make really good scrambled eggs, though. The secret is in the pan temperature, and also in adding a lot of butter--like an ungodly amount of butter.

I'm fine with them? I don't think I'm the Animal Whisperer or anything, but we get along? I don't have any of my own, but my parents' dogs are great. I've dog-sat when they've gone on trips.

Usually black tea, but I'll drink coffee or hot chocolate, too.

I genuinely don't mind it. I don't eat pork, so I've never actually had a Hawaiian style or ham and pineapple, but I have had pineapple and artichoke, which was good. I tend to think the salty and sweet thing works well together anyway. If you really want to up things, though, add jalapenos as well. Then you get the salty-sweet-spicy trifecta.

I think I'm a pretty terrible liar. My main 'tell' would probably be just me cringing or wincing and stumbling over my words as I tried to get through the lie. No, no... It's... Not usually my thing. Unless it's a really random situation, like, you know, if I need to cause an unnecessary diversion so someone can slip out of an event or something. Then I can lie, but it's going to be flimsy at best.

I'm gonna sound boring if I say vanilla bean, huh? That's honestly my go-to, though. Or else something unique, like lavender lemon or something custom from one of those bougie ice cream shops that charge $10 a scoop. And a cone. Always cone. Preferably waffle.

What do I really think about when I look up at the night sky...? Well... 'When I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.' ... Walt Whitman. Or, you know, 'Oh, look. Pretty stars.'

This Friday, actually. Ha! I usually do a nice dinner and have a glass of whiskey or something. I'll be 44 so I'm a little old for party hats and clowns. Not that I hate parties or anything. Most likely I'll be silly-stringed by a dozen high-schoolers. The kids never let go of the classics!