Post by JONATHON ROSSUM on Oct 20, 2010 23:26:46 GMT -5
...Jonathon Christopher Rossum*
*Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!*
[/size]*Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!*
...basics*
name Johnathon Christopher Rossum
nickname Jon, J-Baby, Studly McSmexypants
age 21
gender Male
grade Senior at J. Barrie (recent transfer)
hometown Big Pine, Key West
sexuality Open
personification The Jabberwocky
status Awake, though it can't really speech. He growls and purrs and hisses.
face claim Matt Smith
...appearance*
hair color Brown and Wavy
eye color They use to be green but since the Jabberwocky awoke they turned black.
build Slender, but strong, also increased since the Jabberwocky's awakening.
height 6"3
clothing style Shirts with blazers and either jeans or slacks. He likes expensive cloths.
distinctive traits Don't give him his way and he'll become quite sadistic. It's the beast in him.
...personal*
personality Jon has always been a spoiled little smooth talker. His parents indulged him greatly from the get go, and it shows. He wants what he wants, and he wants it now. This only increased when the Jabberwocky awoke inside him. He went from being merely a spoiled brat who did drugs, to a sheer hedonist who loved to immerse himself in all the pains and pleasures the world had to offer. He is in to Sadism quite a bit, as there is really nothing more arousing to him to be in absolute control over someone.
Jon loves to party, especially if he is the center of attention, and loves to be surrounded by beautiful women with little moral boundaries. He is ever the hunter, seeking out his object with an almost obsessive desire. One of these obsessions is the lovely Amy, who scorned him for basically no reason and ran off leving him utterly alone.
past Jon was created by parents were more or less with each other out of convenience. Their love for each other died years ago, about six months after their marriage. His Mother was a pill addict (Oxycodine and Xanax mostly) and an alcoholic, who enjoyed her easy life, and his Father was still able to carry on his affairs and use his Father in law's grand real estate esteem to get ahead in his career. And so Jon was a minor bump in the road that was their life, and they left him in the care of his Nanny Juanita, who barely spoke English. While this gave him the skill of bilingualism, he never felt the presence of his parents love.
He was twelve when he began drug use, a lot of it stolen from his parents, some of it from his friends. Very rarely did he ever bother to purchase such things himself, and therefore he managed to stay out of the eye of the law. One of those who managed to join his group of friend during his Junior year of High School was a little Miss Amy Winston, who was pretty but poor. All the same he tried to pursue a physical relationship with her, being turned down because: 'Girls who sleep with Jon don't become Jon's girlfriends.' Frustrated, he tried to put the impoverished little flea out of his mind, but oh what a beguiling flea she was. For the first six months they seemed to loath each other, but after a dinner held by his Father, who had just recently hired Mrs. Winston and invited the family over, the two had a long talk where Amy discovered some surprising depth in the lad. The very next day they began dating.
Not that he was faithful. Fidelity wasn't a sign of love to Jon. It was a sign of naive social conformity. Or at least that's how he rationalized it to himself. As one of Amy's friends clearly stated once upon stumbling upon him and the Cheer-leading captain: The Douche-Bag doesn't fall far from the tree (apparently her parents marriage had been absolved because of her Mother's affair with his Father, whatever). He managed to sway her to silence with a nice little eight ball he had handy, but she was far less cordial with him after that.
But finally he got caught. Amy stumbled upon him and a girl, possibly her friend, though he wasn't sure. Not only did she leave, but she managed to black list him from any dealer of decent report. His ego shot in the face with a proverbial 12-gauge, a beast aoke inside him. He decided he would get Amy back.
By.
Any.
Means.
Necessary.
present Jon has searched the country, as Amy hid her tracks so very well. When her trail pointed towards New York he felt like a complete idiot (WHICH ANGERED HIM) as she had always talked about going there. He managed to find her attending J. Barrie University, seeing her flirt and mingle (ALSO ANGERING HIM), even moving in with a male (OH HE WAS FUCKING LIVID). But he waited. He watched. A good hunter always knew when to strike, and Jon was a patient man despite what many think. He had to admit though, Amy looked Good (This was pleasing).
Jon is aware he has changed, the eyes being a good tip off. He is unsure what the creature inside of him is, as it is unable to introduce itself. But he likes it. He loves it. It has made his stronger, faster, keener in all five senses, his reflexes greatly improved, and his flexibility quite impressive.
family Jonathon Sr and Irina Rossum. Fuck 'em.
likes The Creature, DRUGS, Control, Steak (Rare), Sex, Amy, His Silver tongue, Italian Food.
dislikes Loosing, being made a fool of, Bleeding, Withdrawl, Competition, Zucchini.
other notes He's a scraper. Expect to see him at the Alleyway.
...literature*
book title Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
backstory ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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