Post by johnny jacob monroe on Jun 30, 2009 22:19:52 GMT 10
[/size]`John Jacob Monroe !
fickle. fun-loving. flirtatious.
Name: John Jacob Monroe
Nickname(s): Johnny
Degree: English
Major: Writing
Minor: Poetry
Age: 19
Grade: Sophomore
Birthdate: February 12th, 1989
Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: Washington, DC
`Appearance !
Well, the boy's hardly drop dead gorgeous, but he's alright to look at. For a boy. Gosh darn it, Johnny's world-renowned for his boyish-ness. His unkempt hair (which he'd like you to believe took no effort), his lazily casual fashions, his slightly uninterested expression, it's all very heartthrob-esque. Which is all good when you're aiming to go into music, n'est-ce pas? If you had to sum it all up, he sports the I-don't-need-to-try look. Cute, if you're into that sort of thing.
In terms of specifics, there really isn't much worth mentioning. It's all a package, and the individual elements simply don't have the same effect alone. Of course, if you absolutely must pick everything apart, the hair might be a good place to start. As previously mentioned, a tremendous amount of effort goes into making it look perfectly imperfect. Exact strands must be out of place in order for the messy look to work. Johnny spends more time than he would willingly admit on his hair. Sadly, all it takes is one good gust of wind to ruin his entire morning's work.
The face, of course, is just a face. Eyes are blue, but not striking or hypnotizing or whatever. They are very emotive, though, making Johnny quite easy to read. He has cheekbones to die for, or so they say, which keeps his face jaunty, but not harsh. Johnny is not the most cheerful of fellows, but he does have a nice smile. Very photogenic. He's actually practiced it as he'd been criticized for looking "dowdy" in the family portraits.
Everything else about the boy is fairly uninspiring. His body is built very normally and doesn't take any effort to maintain. His skin has about the same amount of melanin content as anyone else with his ethnicity. He prefers casual clothes over anything that's supposed to "make a statement," simply because they are a) cheaper, and b) more comfortable. To be perfectly honest, his appearance (aside from the hair) isn't really a top-notch issue for Johnny.
Well, the boy's hardly drop dead gorgeous, but he's alright to look at. For a boy. Gosh darn it, Johnny's world-renowned for his boyish-ness. His unkempt hair (which he'd like you to believe took no effort), his lazily casual fashions, his slightly uninterested expression, it's all very heartthrob-esque. Which is all good when you're aiming to go into music, n'est-ce pas? If you had to sum it all up, he sports the I-don't-need-to-try look. Cute, if you're into that sort of thing.
In terms of specifics, there really isn't much worth mentioning. It's all a package, and the individual elements simply don't have the same effect alone. Of course, if you absolutely must pick everything apart, the hair might be a good place to start. As previously mentioned, a tremendous amount of effort goes into making it look perfectly imperfect. Exact strands must be out of place in order for the messy look to work. Johnny spends more time than he would willingly admit on his hair. Sadly, all it takes is one good gust of wind to ruin his entire morning's work.
The face, of course, is just a face. Eyes are blue, but not striking or hypnotizing or whatever. They are very emotive, though, making Johnny quite easy to read. He has cheekbones to die for, or so they say, which keeps his face jaunty, but not harsh. Johnny is not the most cheerful of fellows, but he does have a nice smile. Very photogenic. He's actually practiced it as he'd been criticized for looking "dowdy" in the family portraits.
Everything else about the boy is fairly uninspiring. His body is built very normally and doesn't take any effort to maintain. His skin has about the same amount of melanin content as anyone else with his ethnicity. He prefers casual clothes over anything that's supposed to "make a statement," simply because they are a) cheaper, and b) more comfortable. To be perfectly honest, his appearance (aside from the hair) isn't really a top-notch issue for Johnny.
Best Feature: "I'd say my eyes. They are a good shade of blue. Not fake, not weirdly entrancing or whatever. Just pretty. Or so they tell me. Either way, they let me see things, which is good."
Worst Feature: "My hair, definitely. No matter what I do with it (not that I spend time on it) it always gets messed up. I suppose I should really be blaming the Seattle weather. Stupid thunderstorms."[/size]
`Personality !
:: Fickle ::
Johnny is a special brand of asshole. He doesn't actually try to piss people off. It's just that the boy is always changing his mind, and no one can keep up with all that. It's at least in part due to the fact that he never really had to face any consequences. He was smart enough to weasel out of the time-outs in grade school, and though he wasn't exactly the most privileged of children, he always seemed to managed to get what he wanted. He never really needed to commit because he never had to make the hard choices. Thus, Johnny grew to be rather indecisive, and, as a result, just slightly socially handicapped.
:: Fun-loving ::
The boy simply cannot stand being serious for too long. Serious is boring, and boring wastes time. Johnny's philosophy is basically live life or die. When he was younger, he would do stupid and silly things just for the sake of it. When he got older, he channeled this energy toward writing and girls. That's not to say he wouldn't be completely up for attempting to skinny dip in the school fountain, but his brain has actually developed a rudimentary ability to make slightly more intelligent decisions. Unfortunately, this new development is no match for alcohol and/or female charms.
:: Flirtatious ::
As previously mentioned, basically everything comes easily to the boy. Consequently, life grows to be boring, and Johnny needs to go about seeking thrills, and nothing thrills him more than a challenge. When he sees that pretty girl who has sworn herself to chastity (figuratively speaking, of course), he simply has to have her. He pretty much devotes his life to it, once going as far as publicly serenading a girl outside of her house. Sadly, the chase always seems to be more fun than the catch. It's probably why the boy can never commit himself to one girl.
:: Fickle ::
Johnny is a special brand of asshole. He doesn't actually try to piss people off. It's just that the boy is always changing his mind, and no one can keep up with all that. It's at least in part due to the fact that he never really had to face any consequences. He was smart enough to weasel out of the time-outs in grade school, and though he wasn't exactly the most privileged of children, he always seemed to managed to get what he wanted. He never really needed to commit because he never had to make the hard choices. Thus, Johnny grew to be rather indecisive, and, as a result, just slightly socially handicapped.
:: Fun-loving ::
The boy simply cannot stand being serious for too long. Serious is boring, and boring wastes time. Johnny's philosophy is basically live life or die. When he was younger, he would do stupid and silly things just for the sake of it. When he got older, he channeled this energy toward writing and girls. That's not to say he wouldn't be completely up for attempting to skinny dip in the school fountain, but his brain has actually developed a rudimentary ability to make slightly more intelligent decisions. Unfortunately, this new development is no match for alcohol and/or female charms.
:: Flirtatious ::
As previously mentioned, basically everything comes easily to the boy. Consequently, life grows to be boring, and Johnny needs to go about seeking thrills, and nothing thrills him more than a challenge. When he sees that pretty girl who has sworn herself to chastity (figuratively speaking, of course), he simply has to have her. He pretty much devotes his life to it, once going as far as publicly serenading a girl outside of her house. Sadly, the chase always seems to be more fun than the catch. It's probably why the boy can never commit himself to one girl.
Likes:
[♥] cameras
[♥] brain freeze
[♥] roller coasters
[♥] dangerous stunts
[♥] writing
[♥] ice cream
[♥] partying
[♥] making friends
[♥] graphics
[♥] cotton candy
[♥] lime-flavoured anything
[♥] the beach
[♥] those tiny marshmallows you put in your cocoa
Dislikes:
[♠] responsibility
[♠] spicy thing
[♠] sticky things
[♠] smelly things
[♠] sitting still
[♠] the letter Q
[♠] cursive
[♠] teddy bears
[♠] caterpillars
[♠] cows
[♠] cold toes
[♠] obnoxious public displays of affection
[♠] the smell of nail polish
Positive Traits:
+ He is good-natured. The boy doesn't mind being the victim of a joke and getting a laugh out of himself. It makes him easier to be around, especially when you just want to get away from life. It also makes him a good grief buddy.
+ Johnny doesn't really hold grudges. It might just be because he is much too lazy and forgetful to put that much effort into hating someone. Of course, this also means that he gets to be particularly nasty if you somehow manage to push him over the edge, which is no easy task in and of itself.
+ The boy is very go-with-the-flow. He's not trying to save the world or anything. He just takes life as it comes, which means that he has a strangely lucid perspective on life. That's parsimony for you.
Negative Traits:
- Johnny is not commitment-friendly. He instinctively runs when anything like that might come up, because he lives to play. He can't build any really meaningful relationships because of it.
- The boy isn't particularly mindful of his own actions. He'll cancel a date at the last minute and drag you away from something very important in order to listen to his new poem. It's not so much selfishness as general obliviousness.
- Johnny is one of those guys with a lot of potential but no conviction to back it up. He could actually excel and end up ruling the world one day, but he's simply too lazy to put any work toward that. The only thing that can really hold him is writing, which still suffers bouts of writers' block. It's very frustrating to see and even more so when you realize that he is completely oblivious to this fact.
Greatest Ambition: Duhhhh. His writing. He's put nearly three-quarters of his life into the damn thing. He's damn-well going to get something for it. Hopefully a wildly successful career and maybe a his own series of books.
Greatest Fear:It's not really a concrete idea, but he is terrified that life will suddenly turn on him and the things he took for granted (read: everything) will suddenly disappear.[/size]
`History !
No one knows why Miriam and Victor Monroe wanted to move to DC. Violent crimes, expensive housing, and the schools weren't even that great. Certainly not the best place to raise a child. Nonetheless, they were quite insistent to settle into the tiny two bedroom condo with their little miracle of only three months.
The early years went quickly and without too much trouble. Both Miriam and Victor found better work and were able to upgrade into a slightly roomier condo with an actual kitchen (instead of that old, useless burner.) Little Johnny could actually go to private school, so both sets of in-laws could stop worrying that their only grandson was going to join a gang, become a druggie, or any sort of silly things like that. It was pretty much a good life.
The problem with a good life, of course, is that you don't have anything to challenge you. It didn't help that all the "structure" and "support" everyone was offering Johnny seemed to be confining him to complete monotony. Thus, the boy became quite the troublemaker. He didn't have much restraint either. His first act of mischief was setting a fellow classmate's hair on fire. It didn't get any better after that. However, the boy wasn't mouthy or rude, (in fact he always apologized afterward,) so the parents had trouble really scolding him. They basically just slapped him on the wrist and told him he was a good boy for being polite. These mixed messages were probably what kept Johnny from reforming himself.
His parents were actually happy when adolescence started settling in. The marginal improvement in maturity made their son infinitely more bearable, and explaining all those "urges" and whatnot was actually easier than trying to parent his younger self. Best of all, puberty brought enough distraction to keep their son out of trouble. They didn't have to keep such a keen eye on him. Johnny himself didn't mind the extra freedom, either. Now that he wasn't torching tresses, he seemed to be much more likable. Everyone was happy.
Then, college came peeking around the corner. Johnny didn't know that he was expected to stress himself over everything. As a result, his parents did all the worrying for him. They were always on edge. All the tension in the house upset the boy, who had grown used to the carefree environment. Those first few months were enough to convince him to get as far away from his family as possible. His applications lit up the west coast, a slight disappointment to the parents, who had hoped for an Ivy League son. Nonetheless, they supported their son's decision to go to SBU.
He packed his bags and set out, and the rest is history.
No one knows why Miriam and Victor Monroe wanted to move to DC. Violent crimes, expensive housing, and the schools weren't even that great. Certainly not the best place to raise a child. Nonetheless, they were quite insistent to settle into the tiny two bedroom condo with their little miracle of only three months.
The early years went quickly and without too much trouble. Both Miriam and Victor found better work and were able to upgrade into a slightly roomier condo with an actual kitchen (instead of that old, useless burner.) Little Johnny could actually go to private school, so both sets of in-laws could stop worrying that their only grandson was going to join a gang, become a druggie, or any sort of silly things like that. It was pretty much a good life.
The problem with a good life, of course, is that you don't have anything to challenge you. It didn't help that all the "structure" and "support" everyone was offering Johnny seemed to be confining him to complete monotony. Thus, the boy became quite the troublemaker. He didn't have much restraint either. His first act of mischief was setting a fellow classmate's hair on fire. It didn't get any better after that. However, the boy wasn't mouthy or rude, (in fact he always apologized afterward,) so the parents had trouble really scolding him. They basically just slapped him on the wrist and told him he was a good boy for being polite. These mixed messages were probably what kept Johnny from reforming himself.
His parents were actually happy when adolescence started settling in. The marginal improvement in maturity made their son infinitely more bearable, and explaining all those "urges" and whatnot was actually easier than trying to parent his younger self. Best of all, puberty brought enough distraction to keep their son out of trouble. They didn't have to keep such a keen eye on him. Johnny himself didn't mind the extra freedom, either. Now that he wasn't torching tresses, he seemed to be much more likable. Everyone was happy.
Then, college came peeking around the corner. Johnny didn't know that he was expected to stress himself over everything. As a result, his parents did all the worrying for him. They were always on edge. All the tension in the house upset the boy, who had grown used to the carefree environment. Those first few months were enough to convince him to get as far away from his family as possible. His applications lit up the west coast, a slight disappointment to the parents, who had hoped for an Ivy League son. Nonetheless, they supported their son's decision to go to SBU.
He packed his bags and set out, and the rest is history.
Best Memory: "I don't remember how long ago it was, but I was just a kid. I had a wedding on the playground. Well, it wasn't as much a playground as an asphalt lot with a swing set. The swings were pretty much rusted out, though... but I digress. Anyways, it was me and this girl, I think her name was Evelyn. She asked me if I wanted to be her boyfriend, and I said yes. Then, the other kids told us that we would have to get married. So we did. She wore her white princess dress, and I wore my best Sunday suit. The priest was my best friend. We exchanged plastic rings and we held hands. The entire class was there. They all clapped after we were pronounced man and wife. It was a big deal. The marriage lasted a week before my new bride discovered that she had contracted cooties from me. That was just the end of it. Nonetheless, I really loved it while it lasted. If I ever get married, I think I'll have the wedding on that same asphalt lot."
Worst Memory: "It was during senior year in high school. During that time I like to call Hell on Earth. As usual, Mom and Dad were worried. Unfortunately, stress makes them loud. They were even arguing in their sleep. I tried to avoid the condo as much as possible, especially on the weekends. This one Saturday, I simply couldn't get away, so I settled for drowning them out with my headphones. Somehow, the parents got into a fight over carrots or something stupid like that. They got so loud that I couldn't cover them up. I couldn't stand it, so I decided to leave. When I opened the door, I found two policemen as well as half the building listening outside our door. Apparently, someone had filed a noise complaint, and everyone else just wanted to get gossip material. It was undoubtedly the most mortifying moment of my life. That was probably what pushed me to WUoA."
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`Writing Skill !
The theatre was really quite beautiful. Nice to know that all the tuition money the students' families had to shell out wasn't for nothing. Johnny leaned back in his seat. He wasn't supposed to be there, but what the drama students don't know wouldn't hurt them. He was trying to get inspiration, and, as usual, he simply had to break a few rules to get the brainwaves going.
Sadly, the theatre muse was on break, and all that Johnny could think of was all the places one could be naughty within the theatre. Yeah, clearly, he was not operating on maturity at the moment. The boy tapped his pencil on the notepad impatiently. The proverbial tumbleweed rolled through his mental landscape. He could write a song about having sex in a theatre, but that seemed obscenely tacky, even for him.
Gah, there simply had to be an idea floating around somewhere. Maybe he would have to search for it and capture it. Johnny stood and moved toward the aisle. He searched intently for the invisible entity. Apparently, it was not present. Heading toward the stage, he continued to search, looking over his shoulder, up toward the ceiling, even under some chairs in case the little bugger was hiding there. Nothing.
He reached the stage and, for not particular reason, climbed onto it. He looked out at the house and imagined an audience filling every seat. The boy himself had never performed in front of more than a few familiar faces and maybe one or two people that tagged along. The thought of hundreds of strange faces staring up at him was thrilling and terrifying at the same time. He gained a tiny ounce of respect for the actors that had performed on that stage.
Suddenly, a desire struck him. He wanted to sing on that stage. Not to a full house, of course, that would simply destroy his nerves, but simply at that very moment, just to hear how it would sound. Why shouldn't he? No one was watching. The paranoid side of his brain made Johnny do a quick check to make sure. He took a breath and cleared his throat. Okay, he was gonna do it. Why was he hesitating? Why was he questioning himself? Hurry up and do it.
The first note was clear. The echo deepened the sound to a richness Johnny hadn't heard before. This delighted him. He sang out again, just a random note. And another. And another. It morphed into a jilted melody. There were no coherent lyrics. Just a jumble of words and syllables. Yet the sound was amazing. The feeling was amazing, too. He never realized singing by himself could be so fun. He held out the last note, and let it ring. Johnny sat down on stage. No inspiration had magically poofed into his brain. Nonetheless, he was satisfied.
[/size][/center]The theatre was really quite beautiful. Nice to know that all the tuition money the students' families had to shell out wasn't for nothing. Johnny leaned back in his seat. He wasn't supposed to be there, but what the drama students don't know wouldn't hurt them. He was trying to get inspiration, and, as usual, he simply had to break a few rules to get the brainwaves going.
Sadly, the theatre muse was on break, and all that Johnny could think of was all the places one could be naughty within the theatre. Yeah, clearly, he was not operating on maturity at the moment. The boy tapped his pencil on the notepad impatiently. The proverbial tumbleweed rolled through his mental landscape. He could write a song about having sex in a theatre, but that seemed obscenely tacky, even for him.
Gah, there simply had to be an idea floating around somewhere. Maybe he would have to search for it and capture it. Johnny stood and moved toward the aisle. He searched intently for the invisible entity. Apparently, it was not present. Heading toward the stage, he continued to search, looking over his shoulder, up toward the ceiling, even under some chairs in case the little bugger was hiding there. Nothing.
He reached the stage and, for not particular reason, climbed onto it. He looked out at the house and imagined an audience filling every seat. The boy himself had never performed in front of more than a few familiar faces and maybe one or two people that tagged along. The thought of hundreds of strange faces staring up at him was thrilling and terrifying at the same time. He gained a tiny ounce of respect for the actors that had performed on that stage.
Suddenly, a desire struck him. He wanted to sing on that stage. Not to a full house, of course, that would simply destroy his nerves, but simply at that very moment, just to hear how it would sound. Why shouldn't he? No one was watching. The paranoid side of his brain made Johnny do a quick check to make sure. He took a breath and cleared his throat. Okay, he was gonna do it. Why was he hesitating? Why was he questioning himself? Hurry up and do it.
The first note was clear. The echo deepened the sound to a richness Johnny hadn't heard before. This delighted him. He sang out again, just a random note. And another. And another. It morphed into a jilted melody. There were no coherent lyrics. Just a jumble of words and syllables. Yet the sound was amazing. The feeling was amazing, too. He never realized singing by himself could be so fun. He held out the last note, and let it ring. Johnny sat down on stage. No inspiration had magically poofed into his brain. Nonetheless, he was satisfied.
`Behind The Character !
Name: Lily
Age: 17
Role-playing experience: Nikki
How you found us: That's a story for another time.
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