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PLAYER
Name: Kayla
Personal Journal: n/a
Plurk: frickin
Time Zone: EST
Email: efifip.kayla@gmail.com
Messenger: ourspacesongs ( aim )
Previous Characters: n/a
Munhead/Musebox: frickin ( under construction )
CHARACTER
Name: Johnny Mason
Canon: Green Day’s American Idiot the Musical
Age: 16
Demigod/Hunter/Satyr/Nymph: Son of Dionysus
Demigod abilities:
Like most other demigods, Johnny’s been saddled with ADHD (which heightens his ability to remain alert in battle, although his mind does tend to wander) and dyslexia. Thankfully, for his typically uncoordinated self’s sake, he’s a bit stronger than he might be otherwise, though it still isn’t much (he isn’t a son of Nike or Ares or anyone of that nature, of course). He’s speedier than he oftentimes gives himself credit for due to years and years of wreaking havoc and fleeing the scene of whatever trouble he just caused. Being a son of Dionysus has given him the ability to manipulate the mental states of others. He can induce madness (temporarily or, in very extreme cases, permanently) within his opponents, rendering them incapable of coherent thought – truly a helpful ability in battle for one whose physicality and battle skills aren’t quite up to par just yet. In addition to that, he can also cure a person’s madness. And, as with most demigods, his healing rate is accelerated.
Personality:
Truth be told, Johnny’s a little shit – he always has been, and likely always will be. He loves getting into trouble, constantly doing the opposite of what he’s told. He’s more of a leader than a follower, thus authority figures trying to impose on him what he should and shouldn’t do has always made him act out. So. Camp Half-Blood should be an interesting change of pace for him.
Possibly above all else, Johnny is reckless. He’ll dive headfirst into any situation without fully considering the ramifications of his actions. Just like he’s more of a leader, he’s also more of a doer than a thinker. It’s really not the best combination of traits in the whole world.
Laziness is another strong trait in Johnny, which seems a bit counterproductive with the fact that he likes to take charge and all that. It comes and it goes, really, but his work ethic is practically nonexistent unless he decides that it’s something that he wants to do.
Johnny tends to have a bit of an addictive personality – once he finds something (someone?) that he likes, he’s absolutely infatuated and it’s hard to distract him from it. Back in California, he’d go through long periods of time of being infatuated with one girl or another, though his track record with the ladies isn’t anything to be bragging about in the least.
While these may seem like negative traits overall, he’s really not a bad person. If anything, he’s just a little misguided and needs to be steered in the right direction. Johnny has a good heart. While he may initially come across as sarcastic or uncaring, once he’s befriended someone, he’s fiercely loyal. He’d quite literally take a bullet for his two best friends, Will and Tunny, whom he left at home in California; his leaving was his own way of protecting them, although he risked ending their lifelong friendship by doing so without telling either of them. Still, in that situation, he was able to make the best decision because of the severity of his bonds with his friends.
AU History:
”Your father decided to be a big goddamn war hero and got himself blown up.”
That was what Johnny’s mother had told him when he was ten and decided to nag and nag about where his real dad was after an argument one night, his emotions running high. He and his mother had lived with his stepfather, Brad, in a small house in Jingletown (a small town outside of Oakland), California for as long as he could remember. According to his mother, she’d remarried a few months after his father’s death to ease her broken heart and to help take care of him, as she’d realized soon after his father had kicked the bucket that she was pregnant.
The realization that she’d been keeping this information from him for so long made him feel … a bit of resentment towards her for the first time. He’d figured that whatever, maybe his dad was a jerk so his mom had left him, or maybe it was a fling, or… Anything. Anything that kept his dad real and tangible, just far enough away that he’d never met him. But no, he was dead.
Johnny had always felt weird about Brad, too. It wasn’t that he was a terrible person, or anything, but the two felt worlds apart, with no connection whatsoever. Brad never said that he was Johnny’s father, or anything, unless of course they would get into one of those typical arguments that more often than not ended with Johnny saying something about him not being his real dad. After the dead dad bomb was dropped on him, he steered clear of his parents if at all possible.
Going to school was no better than being at home, though. When he was younger, he tried so hard to succeed, even going so far as to actually studying for tests, but it was all for naught as every time he tried to read something, it was like the letters intentionally jumbled, just trying to mess with him. He’d try to do homework and be rendered completely unable to concentrate. His grades? Barely passable. The realization that despite all of his efforts, he was still almost failing was the realization that caused Johnny to decide one thing: if he was still going to probably fail, why waste his time trying? His extreme laziness developed from that thought, snowballing over the years as homework fell to the wayside and he barely passed tests -- simply because of dumb luck.
Thankfully, he had his two best friends to keep him company and make his life not totally miserable: Will and Tunny. He and Will had grown up on the same street, gone to school together since pre-K, and essentially, the two became the brothers that they both wished they’d had. When Tunny moved to Jingletown when they were in the third grade, they’d taken to the new kid easily and he joined their ranks. The trio was inseparable since then, frequenting their local 7-Eleven’s parking lot, mooning over girls, and generally getting into mischief.
It’s a wonder, really, how Johnny managed to go for so long without being discovered by a monster. In retrospect, he can probably attribute it to the fact that he and his stepfather are laziness incarnates (perhaps they’re not as different as they think they are!) and, gross but true, the smell essentially kept his demigod scent to a minimum. The casual pot smoking with his best friends was likely also a surprisingly helpful contribution, too, in that respect (though not on the brain cells front).
His whole life came to a screeching halt when, the afternoon of his last day of sophomore year, a strange, dark-haired man in a tiger-striped shirt appeared – quite literally appeared in their living room, much to the surprise of Johnny’s mother, who actually fainted. The man, Dionysus, he’d said, gave Johnny the bare basics: he was his father. He was a Greek god. This made Johnny a demigod, and he would have to attend Camp Half-Blood for others like him on Long Island in New York immediately. As in, the next day. If he didn’t, the place would probably (probably?) swarm with monsters and kill him and everyone in his tiny little town. With no further explanation, he handed Johnny a wallet full of cash and – weird, golden coins (which he now realizes were golden drachmas, not that he’d have any clue what to do with them) and disappeared once more.
Johnny, truth be told, thought that this guy was completely full of shit, despite the whole disappearing act. When his mother finally came to, she tearfully explained that yes, it was all true – she’d met Dionysus nearly seventeen years ago, and the two had hit it off, she swore, but then he’d gone without warning (back to his wife, Ariadne, of course) and she discovered that she was pregnant.
He didn’t care about his mother’s tears, really; she’d lied to him about his real father yet again. He was mad, and didn’t care what anyone else thought about that. He was mad, too, at himself, for not realizing the truth sooner. There wasn’t even a war at the time his “father” allegedly died, and if he’d picked up a textbook once in a while, he’d know that. Without another word, he’d packed a suitcase, walked out the door, and hitched a cab to the airport, from which he flew from California to New York. Johnny didn’t say goodbye to his parents or his two best friends.
His arrival at Camp Half-Blood was jarring, a total culture shock. Cabin twelve was fairly empty, especially compared to cabins like eleven, brimming with campers. He longed for his friends back home, not just Will and Tunny, but the other kids who’d hang out in that parking lot with them, sipping slurpees and coughing as they tried to smoke cigarettes because they thought it’d make them look cool. Imagine his surprise when one day he runs into - quite literally runs into – someone from his past: Heather O’Toole. Will’s kind-of-sort-of-maybe girlfriend. She’d been shipped off to live with her grandfather somewhere – where, he had no idea – and to attend school, or so the three of them thought. In reality, she was a Daughter of Venus, the Roman goddess, and had joined the ranks at Camp Jupiter. But now, upon its ruin, here she was. He actually had a friend here at camp.
Now, he’s adjusting. Johnny’s used to doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and camp life isn’t quite his style – but he’s adjusting. He has a friend now. It’s certainly a start.
Counselor: n/a – Johnny would probably make a dreadful counselor at the time being, and likely in the future, but I wouldn’t completely oppose to it much further down the line.
SAMPLES
Iris Message:
Ugh –
( Johnny appears to the other campers via Iris Message, looking disgruntled at first. Quickly, upon realizing that it actually worked, he curses under his breath before clearing his throat and doing his best to look dignified. His voice takes on an air of importance when he speaks at last. )
My fellow campers. I may have only been at this camp for a short time and, yes, you probably have no effing idea who I am. And still, I have an invitation for you:
Party. Cabin twelve. Tonight. 7 PM sharp.
Be there. Or don’t. Bye.
( And his image fades away, just like that. )
Third Person Log: Here, at the second test-drive meme!
Name: Kayla
Personal Journal: n/a
Plurk: frickin
Time Zone: EST
Email: efifip.kayla@gmail.com
Messenger: ourspacesongs ( aim )
Previous Characters: n/a
Munhead/Musebox: frickin ( under construction )
CHARACTER
Name: Johnny Mason
Canon: Green Day’s American Idiot the Musical
Age: 16
Demigod/Hunter/Satyr/Nymph: Son of Dionysus
Demigod abilities:
Like most other demigods, Johnny’s been saddled with ADHD (which heightens his ability to remain alert in battle, although his mind does tend to wander) and dyslexia. Thankfully, for his typically uncoordinated self’s sake, he’s a bit stronger than he might be otherwise, though it still isn’t much (he isn’t a son of Nike or Ares or anyone of that nature, of course). He’s speedier than he oftentimes gives himself credit for due to years and years of wreaking havoc and fleeing the scene of whatever trouble he just caused. Being a son of Dionysus has given him the ability to manipulate the mental states of others. He can induce madness (temporarily or, in very extreme cases, permanently) within his opponents, rendering them incapable of coherent thought – truly a helpful ability in battle for one whose physicality and battle skills aren’t quite up to par just yet. In addition to that, he can also cure a person’s madness. And, as with most demigods, his healing rate is accelerated.
Personality:
Truth be told, Johnny’s a little shit – he always has been, and likely always will be. He loves getting into trouble, constantly doing the opposite of what he’s told. He’s more of a leader than a follower, thus authority figures trying to impose on him what he should and shouldn’t do has always made him act out. So. Camp Half-Blood should be an interesting change of pace for him.
Possibly above all else, Johnny is reckless. He’ll dive headfirst into any situation without fully considering the ramifications of his actions. Just like he’s more of a leader, he’s also more of a doer than a thinker. It’s really not the best combination of traits in the whole world.
Laziness is another strong trait in Johnny, which seems a bit counterproductive with the fact that he likes to take charge and all that. It comes and it goes, really, but his work ethic is practically nonexistent unless he decides that it’s something that he wants to do.
Johnny tends to have a bit of an addictive personality – once he finds something (someone?) that he likes, he’s absolutely infatuated and it’s hard to distract him from it. Back in California, he’d go through long periods of time of being infatuated with one girl or another, though his track record with the ladies isn’t anything to be bragging about in the least.
While these may seem like negative traits overall, he’s really not a bad person. If anything, he’s just a little misguided and needs to be steered in the right direction. Johnny has a good heart. While he may initially come across as sarcastic or uncaring, once he’s befriended someone, he’s fiercely loyal. He’d quite literally take a bullet for his two best friends, Will and Tunny, whom he left at home in California; his leaving was his own way of protecting them, although he risked ending their lifelong friendship by doing so without telling either of them. Still, in that situation, he was able to make the best decision because of the severity of his bonds with his friends.
AU History:
”Your father decided to be a big goddamn war hero and got himself blown up.”
That was what Johnny’s mother had told him when he was ten and decided to nag and nag about where his real dad was after an argument one night, his emotions running high. He and his mother had lived with his stepfather, Brad, in a small house in Jingletown (a small town outside of Oakland), California for as long as he could remember. According to his mother, she’d remarried a few months after his father’s death to ease her broken heart and to help take care of him, as she’d realized soon after his father had kicked the bucket that she was pregnant.
The realization that she’d been keeping this information from him for so long made him feel … a bit of resentment towards her for the first time. He’d figured that whatever, maybe his dad was a jerk so his mom had left him, or maybe it was a fling, or… Anything. Anything that kept his dad real and tangible, just far enough away that he’d never met him. But no, he was dead.
Johnny had always felt weird about Brad, too. It wasn’t that he was a terrible person, or anything, but the two felt worlds apart, with no connection whatsoever. Brad never said that he was Johnny’s father, or anything, unless of course they would get into one of those typical arguments that more often than not ended with Johnny saying something about him not being his real dad. After the dead dad bomb was dropped on him, he steered clear of his parents if at all possible.
Going to school was no better than being at home, though. When he was younger, he tried so hard to succeed, even going so far as to actually studying for tests, but it was all for naught as every time he tried to read something, it was like the letters intentionally jumbled, just trying to mess with him. He’d try to do homework and be rendered completely unable to concentrate. His grades? Barely passable. The realization that despite all of his efforts, he was still almost failing was the realization that caused Johnny to decide one thing: if he was still going to probably fail, why waste his time trying? His extreme laziness developed from that thought, snowballing over the years as homework fell to the wayside and he barely passed tests -- simply because of dumb luck.
Thankfully, he had his two best friends to keep him company and make his life not totally miserable: Will and Tunny. He and Will had grown up on the same street, gone to school together since pre-K, and essentially, the two became the brothers that they both wished they’d had. When Tunny moved to Jingletown when they were in the third grade, they’d taken to the new kid easily and he joined their ranks. The trio was inseparable since then, frequenting their local 7-Eleven’s parking lot, mooning over girls, and generally getting into mischief.
It’s a wonder, really, how Johnny managed to go for so long without being discovered by a monster. In retrospect, he can probably attribute it to the fact that he and his stepfather are laziness incarnates (perhaps they’re not as different as they think they are!) and, gross but true, the smell essentially kept his demigod scent to a minimum. The casual pot smoking with his best friends was likely also a surprisingly helpful contribution, too, in that respect (though not on the brain cells front).
His whole life came to a screeching halt when, the afternoon of his last day of sophomore year, a strange, dark-haired man in a tiger-striped shirt appeared – quite literally appeared in their living room, much to the surprise of Johnny’s mother, who actually fainted. The man, Dionysus, he’d said, gave Johnny the bare basics: he was his father. He was a Greek god. This made Johnny a demigod, and he would have to attend Camp Half-Blood for others like him on Long Island in New York immediately. As in, the next day. If he didn’t, the place would probably (probably?) swarm with monsters and kill him and everyone in his tiny little town. With no further explanation, he handed Johnny a wallet full of cash and – weird, golden coins (which he now realizes were golden drachmas, not that he’d have any clue what to do with them) and disappeared once more.
Johnny, truth be told, thought that this guy was completely full of shit, despite the whole disappearing act. When his mother finally came to, she tearfully explained that yes, it was all true – she’d met Dionysus nearly seventeen years ago, and the two had hit it off, she swore, but then he’d gone without warning (back to his wife, Ariadne, of course) and she discovered that she was pregnant.
He didn’t care about his mother’s tears, really; she’d lied to him about his real father yet again. He was mad, and didn’t care what anyone else thought about that. He was mad, too, at himself, for not realizing the truth sooner. There wasn’t even a war at the time his “father” allegedly died, and if he’d picked up a textbook once in a while, he’d know that. Without another word, he’d packed a suitcase, walked out the door, and hitched a cab to the airport, from which he flew from California to New York. Johnny didn’t say goodbye to his parents or his two best friends.
His arrival at Camp Half-Blood was jarring, a total culture shock. Cabin twelve was fairly empty, especially compared to cabins like eleven, brimming with campers. He longed for his friends back home, not just Will and Tunny, but the other kids who’d hang out in that parking lot with them, sipping slurpees and coughing as they tried to smoke cigarettes because they thought it’d make them look cool. Imagine his surprise when one day he runs into - quite literally runs into – someone from his past: Heather O’Toole. Will’s kind-of-sort-of-maybe girlfriend. She’d been shipped off to live with her grandfather somewhere – where, he had no idea – and to attend school, or so the three of them thought. In reality, she was a Daughter of Venus, the Roman goddess, and had joined the ranks at Camp Jupiter. But now, upon its ruin, here she was. He actually had a friend here at camp.
Now, he’s adjusting. Johnny’s used to doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and camp life isn’t quite his style – but he’s adjusting. He has a friend now. It’s certainly a start.
Counselor: n/a – Johnny would probably make a dreadful counselor at the time being, and likely in the future, but I wouldn’t completely oppose to it much further down the line.
SAMPLES
Iris Message:
Ugh –
( Johnny appears to the other campers via Iris Message, looking disgruntled at first. Quickly, upon realizing that it actually worked, he curses under his breath before clearing his throat and doing his best to look dignified. His voice takes on an air of importance when he speaks at last. )
My fellow campers. I may have only been at this camp for a short time and, yes, you probably have no effing idea who I am. And still, I have an invitation for you:
Party. Cabin twelve. Tonight. 7 PM sharp.
Be there. Or don’t. Bye.
( And his image fades away, just like that. )
Third Person Log: Here, at the second test-drive meme!