Post by johnny on Mar 13, 2011 12:32:09 GMT -5
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[/center]Hey! I go by MICA. I am SIXTEEN and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for 2ISH YEARS and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have NO OTHER CHARACTERS on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PM.
Name: John "Johnny" Falcon Jacques
Nickname: Johnny
Age: seventeen
Gender: male
Sexuality: straight
Member Group: Demigod Junior--son of hypnos.
Appearance: Johnny's body is built tall and slender. To some, he may appear to be frail or possibly underfed, but his body is mostly composed of long, lean muscles. He has naturally thick, curly hair. It looks like a complete mess when he has it long, so he usually keeps his hair cropped short. His low, dark eyebrows give him the constant appearance of someone who is confused. His pale white skin has been permanently dyed by large tattoos, which span up is left arm and right side. His ear lobes are stretched to a double o gauge size.
Personality: Johnny's overall mannerisms are that of a cool and collected person. He has the air of someone who composed themselves in the mirror every morning to prevent their real emotions from coming out. Instead of dealing with everyday emotions, Johnny avoids these sorts of things by having no concern for his well being today, tomorrow, or any day. He can be a bit of an ass, as he has no inclination toward politeness. He believes social conventions are a way to hide reality, and Johnny embraces the raw, ugly truth of the world, and makes what he can of it. He can be an instigator, and is known for toying with people's emotions. Surely, he is not innocent of using his powers to manipulate other's dreams. If you piss him off, be sure to expect a night mare in your future. Johnny is guilty of holding grudges. He can be stubborn in the most infuriating way, and will not allow anyone to change him.
Likes: his cigarettes, fast cars, shots, living fast and dying young, imaginative people, coffee, hand written notes, doc martens, punk rock, anarchy
Dislikes: conformity, consumerism, superficiality, authority, school, society, "goody-two-shoes", fake people, those who accept everything they're told.
Mother: Merri Jacques, 36, bank manager
Father: Hypnos, ___, god
Siblings: (half-brother) Lincoln Jacques, 14
Pets: none
History: Johnny was raised in upstate New York for the duration of his childhood. His mother, a chronic workaholic and alcohol-abuser, had little time to share with her son. By the age of 6, Johnny already had high functioning mental capabilities. He was especially gifted at empathy, and understanding others. Since as early as he can remember, he has manipulated the dreams of others for his advantage. In school, he was troubled. Despite his obvious understanding of the material, Johnny's work ethic prevented him from earning the grades he could have. Not to mention, he didn't fit in with the other children. He frequently got into fights throughout his schooling. In fact, before he entered high school, Johnny would have been expelled from 4 primary schools. When he was 11 Johnny smoked his first cigarette, and the habit never left him. The white stick was like a portal to drinking and drugs for Johnny. Soon enough, he would begin to befriend other kids who enjoyed recreational drug use---those who sought to escape to another dimension.
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Roleplay Post
Only a minute had passed before Dino found himself flicking the final ashes off of his cigarette, which was smoked to the filter. With an air of carelessness, Dino permitted the butt to fall to the ground. He failed to stomp it out, but on its own accord, the cherry was extinguished. Dino leaned back on his palms. The storm of anxiety which had previously consumed his attention had subsided, for a short time. Dino enjoyed moment suspended in relaxation, forgetting where he was and to what actions he was receiving consequences. It was a moment of anarchy, in which nothing mattered. Soon enough, Dino would open his eyes and be exposed to the reality he sought to escape.
If there was one thing Dino had been deprived of since arriving at the asylum, it was human interaction. Despite his disconnection from reality, Dino is a people's person. He finds individuals to be exquisite. One can perceive much about a person's internal thoughts from their external perception, so observing individuals is fascinating to Dino. Dino's chain of thought was slowly slipping away, and he began to contemplate memories of people he had known. These people included his parents, teachers, and acquaintances.No two people are exactly alike, and everyone is different. Trying to mold large groups of people into a "norm" is impossible. 15 years of lifetime experience had led Dion to this conclusion. This is why Dino had opened himself to people of all personality characteristics. After all, nothing mattered, so the irrelevant time he spent was as valuable with any person.
Dino was absorbed in thought, and did not noticed that someone had joined his in the garden. For a time of approximately two minutes, he was unaware of his company. However, the smell of weed alerted him to the strange girl. Before he even knew that she was a girl, he knew that she smoked weed, which set them off on the right foot. Dino can't' stand close-minded people who are against drugs because, to Dino, drugs are a form of self-expression. Dino doesn't know how to relate to people who dislike self expression. Dino's back faced the garden door entrance, and he casually looked over his shoulder to determine where the smell was originating. Out of the corner of his eye, Dino perceived a girl around his age hitting a blunt.
Dino instantly prayed to the ganja lord that this girl was a charitable pothead who would be kind enough to offer him tokes of her rolled delicacy, and not some stingy loser. Share the love. That's what smoking weed is all about. The moments that followed were spent in anticipation. Dino had what he called a stoner boner, which means that he had been exposed to someone smoking, and now he also wanted to smoke. Dino had made up this phrase but so far it had not really caught on, who knows why.
Before he knew it, a voice interrupted his thoughts. Dino gave a sigh of relief, before turning around to face the speaker. She was closer now, and Dino could see more details about her face and outfit. She had a delicate face with large, innocent eyes. Dino confirmed his earlier thought that she was around his own age, because up close it was apparent. She was still hitting that blunt, and Dino wondered it she had rolled it herself. It was a tightly rolled master piece, and Dino couldn't have but appreciate the craftsmanship. "Good morning." Dino bid her casually, his eyes focused on her face as he spoke. Dino always maintained eye contact during conversation, to an extent that it would make many people uncomfortable. However, Dino never attempted to correct the habit; he saw nothing wrong with looking at a person while you are speaking to them.
She proceeded to introduce herself, and Dino was over come with hopefulness that she would be a friendly pothead after all. Potheads were the best. Befriending other potheads is essential to becoming a pothead yourself, because friends will smoke you down when you are broke or dry. "My name is Dino Valentine." He stated dryly. "It's a pleasure." There was something cordial about introductions that left a salty taster in Dino's mouth. Dino's eyes brightened at her question. "I smoke it all. Crack, cigarettes, weed, acid...you name it, I've smoked it." Dino said bluntly. Dino didn't want anyone to get misconceptions when they friend meet him, so he tries to be as open as possible. "If you're wondering, I'd like you to pass that blunt this way ." Dino added after he paused to take a breath, his tone informal.
If there was one thing Dino had been deprived of since arriving at the asylum, it was human interaction. Despite his disconnection from reality, Dino is a people's person. He finds individuals to be exquisite. One can perceive much about a person's internal thoughts from their external perception, so observing individuals is fascinating to Dino. Dino's chain of thought was slowly slipping away, and he began to contemplate memories of people he had known. These people included his parents, teachers, and acquaintances.No two people are exactly alike, and everyone is different. Trying to mold large groups of people into a "norm" is impossible. 15 years of lifetime experience had led Dion to this conclusion. This is why Dino had opened himself to people of all personality characteristics. After all, nothing mattered, so the irrelevant time he spent was as valuable with any person.
Dino was absorbed in thought, and did not noticed that someone had joined his in the garden. For a time of approximately two minutes, he was unaware of his company. However, the smell of weed alerted him to the strange girl. Before he even knew that she was a girl, he knew that she smoked weed, which set them off on the right foot. Dino can't' stand close-minded people who are against drugs because, to Dino, drugs are a form of self-expression. Dino doesn't know how to relate to people who dislike self expression. Dino's back faced the garden door entrance, and he casually looked over his shoulder to determine where the smell was originating. Out of the corner of his eye, Dino perceived a girl around his age hitting a blunt.
Dino instantly prayed to the ganja lord that this girl was a charitable pothead who would be kind enough to offer him tokes of her rolled delicacy, and not some stingy loser. Share the love. That's what smoking weed is all about. The moments that followed were spent in anticipation. Dino had what he called a stoner boner, which means that he had been exposed to someone smoking, and now he also wanted to smoke. Dino had made up this phrase but so far it had not really caught on, who knows why.
Before he knew it, a voice interrupted his thoughts. Dino gave a sigh of relief, before turning around to face the speaker. She was closer now, and Dino could see more details about her face and outfit. She had a delicate face with large, innocent eyes. Dino confirmed his earlier thought that she was around his own age, because up close it was apparent. She was still hitting that blunt, and Dino wondered it she had rolled it herself. It was a tightly rolled master piece, and Dino couldn't have but appreciate the craftsmanship. "Good morning." Dino bid her casually, his eyes focused on her face as he spoke. Dino always maintained eye contact during conversation, to an extent that it would make many people uncomfortable. However, Dino never attempted to correct the habit; he saw nothing wrong with looking at a person while you are speaking to them.
She proceeded to introduce herself, and Dino was over come with hopefulness that she would be a friendly pothead after all. Potheads were the best. Befriending other potheads is essential to becoming a pothead yourself, because friends will smoke you down when you are broke or dry. "My name is Dino Valentine." He stated dryly. "It's a pleasure." There was something cordial about introductions that left a salty taster in Dino's mouth. Dino's eyes brightened at her question. "I smoke it all. Crack, cigarettes, weed, acid...you name it, I've smoked it." Dino said bluntly. Dino didn't want anyone to get misconceptions when they friend meet him, so he tries to be as open as possible. "If you're wondering, I'd like you to pass that blunt this way ." Dino added after he paused to take a breath, his tone informal.
