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Johnny Nation
The Basics
Name: Zeik Johnathan Nation IV (But goes by Jay or Johnny. Zeik is only used in special circumstance, but really never)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 5"9'
Weight: 160 lbs
Ethnicity: Latino/White
Orientation: Nonya-sexual
Partner: Renard Jiang
Place of Birth: Gatlin' , Tennessee

The Looks

Hair: Just above shoulder, jet black
Eyes: Cerulean blue
Voice: [link]
Appearance:
He doesn't give much care to how he looks. His hair is often disheveled and there are definitely bags under his eyes on his worst days, but he can clean up quite nice when he wants to. His blue eyes are unnerving in both light and in the darkness because they never seem to dim, only shine brighter. He's not the tallest guy in the world, but his legs are pretty long, and he's pleased with being in the middle of the pack there. He's not lanky, because really, if he punched you, you'd feel it, but he's not so built that he can get away with wearing muscle shirts. What he lacks in muscle, he makes up for in speed and agility. He has a slight southern accent, that can get thicker around others who speak with a southern accent, or disappear completely if the situation demands it. He can speak enough Spanish to get by, thanks to his great aunt, but is only fluent in English.

The Stash

Inventory: Small knife (Named 'The Duke') || Small can o' salt || Matches || $45 || Arcadia Automag Pistol (Named 'Pierre')
Vehicle: 1967 Mustang 390 GT (but he doesn't keep it mint like his dad did)
Current Earnings: - - -

The Steeze

Likes: Booze || Cigarettes || Blow || Weapons you can show off||Stealing || Demeaning people || Sex is nice || Reading (He's into Psychology, Philosophy, Biology, and how the brain works, random facts about human nature and/or the universe etcetc) || Music || Exercising/Jogging (Yo, do u even lift?)
Dislikes: People who don't laugh at his jokes, even if they're at their expense || His dad telling him to take care of the goddamned car ||Demons (for obvious reasons) || Book burners || Car Maintenance || People using his full name, who are you, my mom??
Personality:
He's a compulsive liar. That is his star quality, and I cannot express that enough. He lies for absolutely no reason other than to get away with it and sometimes he doesn't even notice he's doing it. He's literally got something different up in his grapefruit that makes lying over and over a routine part of interacting with people.
He is morally ambiguous, often doing things because he feels it is the right thing to do and that's that. Johnny is good-natured, easygoing, upbeat, energetic, and funny. He uses humor as a defensive strategy, mostly. If he carried everything that happened to him on his shoulders 24/7, he'd have committed suicide years ago. He's genuinely intelligent, resourceful, imaginative, and cares a lot about his family and partner, but that can often be masked by his ADHD, his snappish attitude, standoffishness, and his affinity for insulting "the doers", as he calls them, which pretty much encompasses everyone who strives to achieve something meaningful (because really, we're all just running to stay a step ahead of the sadness, going through the motions until we die).
Alternately, he's a cynic and a sadist who gets off on stealing things, and cannot, for the life of him, stand still or stop fidgeting for more than five minutes. His impatience often gets him into trouble, making him charge first and ask questions never. He enjoys playing pranks on people and flirting with anyone who crosses his path, not so much because he sees an opportunity to hop in bed with someone, but more to wind them up and beat them down. He has a teeny-tiny serious side, but it only makes itself known when he's angry or backed into a corner.

History:
Johnny pretty much lived an average life, two sisters, a cat, and normal parents, up until he reached puberty. His sister, Kitty, got possessed by a demon. When Johnny had seen her eyes turn black and froze with fear, long enough for the demon to leave Kitty and possess him instead. He claims he had blacked out, and when he awoke, he was himself again, with his father and a hunter, telling them that a lot of people had died and that they should leave town as soon as possible.
When his father found his wife and daughter missing, he disregarded the hunter's warnings, much to his chagrin, and stayed to search. The hunter couldn't, in good conscience, leave Zeik Sr. alone so he stuck with him for a few weeks as they expanded the search. It was then when Zeik Sr. learned the basics of hunting. Johnny was shipped off to live with his great aunt while his father traveled and looked tirelessly for the rest of his family.
It seemed Kitty's funeral had a profound effect on Johnny because afterwards, he became a different person, born from grief. He ran away at seventeen and found his father, insisting he join in the search. After his dad agrees, they hunt for a few years, until Zeik Sr. loses his leg on a job. He goes back to live with his aunt-in-law and gives Johnny lore when he needs it, but is otherwise retired, leaving Johnny with a car and a mission, even though Johnny knows his mother and sister are, without question, dead. He hunts now, without his father weighing him down, for the sake of doing penance for his misdeeds while he was possessed, even though, technically, it wasn't his fault or in his control whatsoever. He always, always appears guilty.
He saved a boy, Renard, on a job three years ago, who ended up hanging around with him ever since his parents were killed by witches. Renard had to flee his hometown and all the opportunities he once had, and Johnny was the lesser of two evils: winding up alone and on the run, and teaming up with an experienced runner. Ren has (unfortunately) grown on him to the point where they have become partners; which is a disaster considering how often they butt heads and how opposite their personalities and backgrounds actually are.
For the full history: Click Here

Extra:
+ He likes playing pranks, particularly on the Re-nerd Jiangs' of the world.
+ He names his weapons for no real reason.
+ He doesn't dislike being called Zeik, but growing up with his father, for whom he was named, it got old real quick yelling out "hey Zeik!" and having them both turn around. To compromise, Johnny went by Johnny and it sorta stuck that way.
+ Don't be fooled by his car, he's pretty poor. Like, crazy poor. His granddad was the one who bought that car and gave it to his dad, who then gave it to him.
+ He's been poor ever since his dad lost his job, really. He had a trust fund saved for college but once his dad left, there was no one to stop him from dipping into it until it was gone.
+ When his dad was away, he lived with his great aunt, Tia Guadalupe who taught him all the Spanish he knows.
+ I wasn't being sarcastic up there, he really does have ADHD, but that doesn't mean he can't function properly. On the contrary, he is extraordinary under pressure and can stay still when the situation demands.
+ Like a lot of Southerners, his age and gender does not stop him from calling his dad 'daddy'.
+ He does not talk about being possessed that one time. Ever. He might talk about other times he got possessed, if it's happened more than once, but never the first time.
+ He's really fucking good at swimming.
+ He has really weird taste in music. One minute he's listening to Kpop and Chinese opera and the next he's listening to the tackiest mainstream R&B ever, and then German piano music??? It's a problem since when people are in his car, they don't get to pick the stations or complain about his picks, like Swedish rap or Russian screamo. He's got an ipod classic which has like, 160 gbs, and it's full of weird crap.
+ Has 2 tattoos, one yin/yang (Tao) symbol on his right wrist, and an anarchy symbol on his upper back.
+ He's pretty religious. If there are demons, there has to be something on the other side.

RP Snippet: Prompt 1

He shook himself off upon entering the bar, freeing the hot, humid, and unpleasant rain from his shoulders and scraping his leather boots across the welcome mat three times in turn, before settling himself into one of the free bar stools and checking his cell phone. Nada. How about that. He heard this place was the place to be if he wanted to hook up with some hunters or get some shut-eye before springing town tomorrow, but the dude who had been the first to tell him where to go wasn't bothering to get in touch now…
"What will you be having?" a female voice said, close enough to him that he could assume the question was directed at him.
He looked up and brushed his bangs back aggressively—he always had a look on his face that would suggest he was a convict and every person he met was a police officer who suspected but didn't quite yet know his guilt. That analogy would have been dead on, if he were scared of the police. "Shit," he whooped, "Are you actually blind or is that some sort of smoke and mirrors gimmick to fool the idiots 'round here?" She stared at him with her icy blue eyes and he flashed a grin he later realized she couldn't see. "Ah, door number one."
"What's your poison, stranger." she said.
"How do you know I'm a stranger?" he asked, even though indeed he knew, to the best of his knowledge, he had never seen this woman before. He answered anyway, "Scotch. Neat," and then a slightly begrudging, "Please."
She got to the slow, careful business of pouring him a glass, staring dead ahead while doing so and letting her hands do all of the 'seeing' for her. It was unnerving. "What's your story," she asked, into the awkward silence that was once only filled with the sound of brown, transparent, slightly bubbly liquid hitting glass.
"Well," he said, pursing his lips as he drank the scotch, "I can tell you a story. I forgot I had a damn dentist thing this morning and my breakfast was weed and a family sized Twix bar, so that was fun." He sniffed, his tone flat and affected with that twinge of accent that couldn't possibly hope to compare with the Texan's. "Then I was out on a solo job, opened my car door at the right time and honest to god pegged the Pagan I was after, like, flat on the goddamn floor. I was like… you know, shocked, or whatever, had my phone in one hand and my stabby-wood in the other. Easiest job, little lady, I swear."
"And now, well. My two friends are out getting laid and I'm here looking for some strange so we can hit the trifuckta. Have I given you a pretty sound idea of how I barely qualify as an adult let alone a hunter?"
She smiled wryly. "Yes."
"Good, that was the hope." He didn't bother curbing his smile, letting it bleed into his voice so she could tell with absolute certainty that he may just be dicking with her. Johnny looked around, apparently displeased. To drown that feeling, he polished off the rest of the drink and snarled, letting the after burn kill his throat. He rasped. "Got any free rooms?"

Description

Johnny Nation
The Basics
Name: Zeik Johnathan Nation IV (But goes by Jay or Johnny. Zeik is only used in special circumstance, but really never)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 5"9'
Weight: 160 lbs
Ethnicity: Latino/White
Orientation: Nonya-sexual
Partner: Renard Jiang
Place of Birth: Gatlin' , Tennessee

The Looks

Hair: Just above shoulder, jet black
Eyes: Cerulean blue
Voice: [link]
Appearance:
He doesn't give much care to how he looks. His hair is often disheveled and there are definitely bags under his eyes on his worst days, but he can clean up quite nice when he wants to. His blue eyes are unnerving in both light and in the darkness because they never seem to dim, only shine brighter. He's not the tallest guy in the world, but his legs are pretty long, and he's pleased with being in the middle of the pack there. He's not lanky, because really, if he punched you, you'd feel it, but he's not so built that he can get away with wearing muscle shirts. What he lacks in muscle, he makes up for in speed and agility. He has a slight southern accent, that can get thicker around others who speak with a southern accent, or disappear completely if the situation demands it. He can speak enough Spanish to get by, thanks to his great aunt, but is only fluent in English.

The Stash

Inventory: Small knife (Named 'The Duke') || Small can o' salt || Matches || $45 || Arcadia Automag Pistol (Named 'Pierre')
Vehicle: 1967 Mustang 390 GT (but he doesn't keep it mint like his dad did)
Current Earnings: - - -

The Steeze

Likes: Booze || Cigarettes || Blow || Weapons you can show off||Stealing || Demeaning people || Sex is nice || Reading (He's into Psychology, Philosophy, Biology, and how the brain works, random facts about human nature and/or the universe etcetc) || Music || Exercising/Jogging (Yo, do u even lift?)
Dislikes: People who don't laugh at his jokes, even if they're at their expense || His dad telling him to take care of the goddamned car ||Demons (for obvious reasons) || Book burners || Car Maintenance || People using his full name, who are you, my mom??
Personality:
He's a compulsive liar. That is his star quality, and I cannot express that enough. He lies for absolutely no reason other than to get away with it and sometimes he doesn't even notice he's doing it. He's literally got something different up in his grapefruit that makes lying over and over a routine part of interacting with people.
He is morally ambiguous, often doing things because he feels it is the right thing to do and that's that. Johnny is good-natured, easygoing, upbeat, energetic, and funny. He uses humor as a defensive strategy, mostly. If he carried everything that happened to him on his shoulders 24/7, he'd have committed suicide years ago. He's genuinely intelligent, resourceful, imaginative, and cares a lot about his family and partner, but that can often be masked by his ADHD, his snappish attitude, standoffishness, and his affinity for insulting "the doers", as he calls them, which pretty much encompasses everyone who strives to achieve something meaningful (because really, we're all just running to stay a step ahead of the sadness, going through the motions until we die).
Alternately, he's a cynic and a sadist who gets off on stealing things, and cannot, for the life of him, stand still or stop fidgeting for more than five minutes. His impatience often gets him into trouble, making him charge first and ask questions never. He enjoys playing pranks on people and flirting with anyone who crosses his path, not so much because he sees an opportunity to hop in bed with someone, but more to wind them up and beat them down. He has a teeny-tiny serious side, but it only makes itself known when he's angry or backed into a corner.

History:
Johnny pretty much lived an average life, two sisters, a cat, and normal parents, up until he reached puberty. His sister, Kitty, got possessed by a demon. When Johnny had seen her eyes turn black and froze with fear, long enough for the demon to leave Kitty and possess him instead. He claims he had blacked out, and when he awoke, he was himself again, with his father and a hunter, telling them that a lot of people had died and that they should leave town as soon as possible.
When his father found his wife and daughter missing, he disregarded the hunter's warnings, much to his chagrin, and stayed to search. The hunter couldn't, in good conscience, leave Zeik Sr. alone so he stuck with him for a few weeks as they expanded the search. It was then when Zeik Sr. learned the basics of hunting. Johnny was shipped off to live with his great aunt while his father traveled and looked tirelessly for the rest of his family.
It seemed Kitty's funeral had a profound effect on Johnny because afterwards, he became a different person, born from grief. He ran away at seventeen and found his father, insisting he join in the search. After his dad agrees, they hunt for a few years, until Zeik Sr. loses his leg on a job. He goes back to live with his aunt-in-law and gives Johnny lore when he needs it, but is otherwise retired, leaving Johnny with a car and a mission, even though Johnny knows his mother and sister are, without question, dead. He hunts now, without his father weighing him down, for the sake of doing penance for his misdeeds while he was possessed, even though, technically, it wasn't his fault or in his control whatsoever. He always, always appears guilty.
He saved a boy, Renard, on a job three years ago, who ended up hanging around with him ever since his parents were killed by witches. Renard had to flee his hometown and all the opportunities he once had, and Johnny was the lesser of two evils: winding up alone and on the run, and teaming up with an experienced runner. Ren has (unfortunately) grown on him to the point where they have become partners; which is a disaster considering how often they butt heads and how opposite their personalities and backgrounds actually are.
For the full history: Click Here

Extra:
+ He likes playing pranks, particularly on the Re-nerd Jiangs' of the world.
+ He names his weapons for no real reason.
+ He doesn't dislike being called Zeik, but growing up with his father, for whom he was named, it got old real quick yelling out "hey Zeik!" and having them both turn around. To compromise, Johnny went by Johnny and it sorta stuck that way.
+ Don't be fooled by his car, he's pretty poor. Like, crazy poor. His granddad was the one who bought that car and gave it to his dad, who then gave it to him.
+ He's been poor ever since his dad lost his job, really. He had a trust fund saved for college but once his dad left, there was no one to stop him from dipping into it until it was gone.
+ When his dad was away, he lived with his great aunt, Tia Guadalupe who taught him all the Spanish he knows.
+ I wasn't being sarcastic up there, he really does have ADHD, but that doesn't mean he can't function properly. On the contrary, he is extraordinary under pressure and can stay still when the situation demands.
+ Like a lot of Southerners, his age and gender does not stop him from calling his dad 'daddy'.
+ He does not talk about being possessed that one time. Ever. He might talk about other times he got possessed, if it's happened more than once, but never the first time.
+ He's really fucking good at swimming.
+ He has really weird taste in music. One minute he's listening to Kpop and Chinese opera and the next he's listening to the tackiest mainstream R&B ever, and then German piano music??? It's a problem since when people are in his car, they don't get to pick the stations or complain about his picks, like Swedish rap or Russian screamo. He's got an ipod classic which has like, 160 gbs, and it's full of weird crap.
+ Has 2 tattoos, one yin/yang (Tao) symbol on his right wrist, and an anarchy symbol on his upper back.
+ He's pretty religious. If there are demons, there has to be something on the other side.

RP Snippet: Prompt 1

He shook himself off upon entering the bar, freeing the hot, humid, and unpleasant rain from his shoulders and scraping his leather boots across the welcome mat three times in turn, before settling himself into one of the free bar stools and checking his cell phone. Nada. How about that. He heard this place was the place to be if he wanted to hook up with some hunters or get some shut-eye before springing town tomorrow, but the dude who had been the first to tell him where to go wasn't bothering to get in touch now…
"What will you be having?" a female voice said, close enough to him that he could assume the question was directed at him.
He looked up and brushed his bangs back aggressively—he always had a look on his face that would suggest he was a convict and every person he met was a police officer who suspected but didn't quite yet know his guilt. That analogy would have been dead on, if he were scared of the police. "Shit," he whooped, "Are you actually blind or is that some sort of smoke and mirrors gimmick to fool the idiots 'round here?" She stared at him with her icy blue eyes and he flashed a grin he later realized she couldn't see. "Ah, door number one."
"What's your poison, stranger." she said.
"How do you know I'm a stranger?" he asked, even though indeed he knew, to the best of his knowledge, he had never seen this woman before. He answered anyway, "Scotch. Neat," and then a slightly begrudging, "Please."
She got to the slow, careful business of pouring him a glass, staring dead ahead while doing so and letting her hands do all of the 'seeing' for her. It was unnerving. "What's your story," she asked, into the awkward silence that was once only filled with the sound of brown, transparent, slightly bubbly liquid hitting glass.
"Well," he said, pursing his lips as he drank the scotch, "I can tell you a story. I forgot I had a damn dentist thing this morning and my breakfast was weed and a family sized Twix bar, so that was fun." He sniffed, his tone flat and affected with that twinge of accent that couldn't possibly hope to compare with the Texan's. "Then I was out on a solo job, opened my car door at the right time and honest to god pegged the Pagan I was after, like, flat on the goddamn floor. I was like… you know, shocked, or whatever, had my phone in one hand and my stabby-wood in the other. Easiest job, little lady, I swear."
"And now, well. My two friends are out getting laid and I'm here looking for some strange so we can hit the trifuckta. Have I given you a pretty sound idea of how I barely qualify as an adult let alone a hunter?"
She smiled wryly. "Yes."
"Good, that was the hope." He didn't bother curbing his smile, letting it bleed into his voice so she could tell with absolute certainty that he may just be dicking with her. Johnny looked around, apparently displeased. To drown that feeling, he polished off the rest of the drink and snarled, letting the after burn kill his throat. He rasped. "Got any free rooms?"