Post by johnny on Jan 19, 2010 17:56:53 GMT -5
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johnathan isaac cheshire
* tell us a little about yourself."Sounds just peachy, but, before we get into the nitty gritty, lets get one this straight here. I'm Johnny. Only Johnny and always Johnny and never Johnathan. I'll have you call me Cheshire before you call me Johnathan. Go ahead and write it down if you're not gonna remember - no really go ahead, don't be shy, I'll wait. .... Got it? Good. I was named after my Dad, the esteemed Johnathan Cheshire Senior. Obviously my parents were out to a permanent lunch, I mean really outta their Goddamn minds when I was born to name me after my Father, of all people. Like they expected me to follow in his footsteps or grow up to be like him or something. I forgive them though, out of the goodness of my heart and the fact that I'm pretty sure that if they hadn't have been outta their Goddamn minds in the first place, I never would have been born. Birthday parties are the result of broken condoms, hmm? Anyway, I couldn't deal with being called 'Junior,' so that shit had to go. So now I'm Johnny, never Johnathan and I'm marvelous, simply fantastic, deliriously so with the whole situation. My middle name is Isaac. It's the name of the son of that second patriarch- Abraham. Not Abraham Lincoln, the other one, the one from the bible that you learned about in church school, unless your parents didn't love you enough to send you to church school. Whatever. Anyway, when God wanted to test Abraham's loyalty he asked from the blood sacrifice of his son, Isaac. Proving once and for all that God really is just one giant ethereal prick, in my opinion. So Abraham, he mosied up to the top of a mountain and got ready to sacrifice his son, and right when things were about to get real slicey 'n dicey, an angel of the Lord appeared and said, 'woah, hold yo' hoes,' and stopped Isaac from getting wasted by his ol' man. So basically I'm named after some poor kid who was twiddling his thumbs and crying on a mountain with a knife at his throat, waiting for our holy Lord and Savior to get out of his 'fucking with people's shit' phase. I find it appropriate, though. Besides the fact that the story itself is amusing, fucking with people's shit happens to be one of my more preferred pastimes, so it all works out. My last name is, truthfully, just one giant clusterfuck. 'Cheshire.' I mean, hell. All I know is that it's some little hick town in England, with a bunch of Billy Shakespeares running around and talking in funny accents. Thats about it. Anticlimactic, huh? It's just one of those names that culture-mutts like my family get stuck with. It isn't anything special. All in all, my name's a bit of a let-down. I wouldn't recommend it. I'm twenty three, too, by the way. Just file that away now, and make sure you get me something sparkly on December twenty-sixth. I was born here, in this dreary city. There isn't much to tell, to be truthful. Boring. Really, that's probably part of why my eccentricity level is slightly bipolar. You have to do something to get noticed and have fun in this joint, after all. Making a nuisance of myself just happened to be the particular route that I chose. That, and people always comment that I look like some kid, this 'Ash Stymest' character, who I, personally, have never heard of. Pfft. I don't have an 'occupation,' really. I take odd jobs, I do lawn work, I dance on street corners, I twirl ribbons. Not really, but whatever. I thought about going to college a while back, just to get out of this cesspool, but it turns out that I goofed off just a little too much in high school to be considered eligible for such a prestigious educational option. If I did have a job though, you can be assured, I'd be working in the Build-A-Bear workshop reading the bear promise. Hardcore stuff."
* what are some of your positive traits?He's a charming bastard when he wants to be, is the gist of it. Charisma comes to him naturally, and he carries on with a rather horrifying amount of unshakable enthusiasm. He never fails to have an input into a conversation, and showboats his opinions (and himself) to shameless degrees. He also has the tendency to rush full-steam ahead at anyone and anything he can sink his teeth into. Along with that, he's somewhat infectious. It's impossible to be in contact with him for extended lengths of time without learned to appreciate, if not tolerate, his ferocity. However, he is something of an enigma. Sometimes it seems as though his personality is too concentrated to actually be real, and is more of a pre-meditated mask than a way of life.
Send him a dimwit and he'll be laughing for days. He sees hilariousness in the oddest of places; as well, most of the time his sense of humor relies on dead-panning sarcasm and carefully orchestrated mockery. He seems to be in a perpetually optimistic, gleeful, slightly sickening mood; he doesn't let anything spoil his 'fun.' And he's completely uninhibited. If he had to run naked down the middle of the busiest street in the city for a laugh, screaming something about moonlight and titties, he'd do it. He doesn't have any problem making a fool of himself, as long as it's him who's doing it, and no one else.
That age-old illness of wanting what you can't have. He's stubborn, and he doesn't give up. He can get so passionate about some things that it clouds his judgment, but he always manages to hide these shortcomings and his obvious jadedness very well. He's not lacking in common sense, exactly. He's not illogical - it's just that logic takes a back seat when he gets fired up, and he often reacts without properly thinking things through. That shotgun reaction has hindered him almost as often as it's helped, however.
He has fleeting emotions and preferences, his likes and dislikes, missions and morals forever changing. But he dives into every small whim with an uncontrollable and unbreakable zealousness. He's incredibly passionate in each and every one of his phases, however passing, offering his heart and his soul up to the latest fad stubbornly, and without a second thought or discretion. Which sometimes seems like a good enough standard to go by, but ever-impatient Johnny rarely ever graces a challenge with enough time to give it the attention it may require.
Really, when it comes down to it, Johnny likes people. However much he may adore to confound them and send them down the wrong paths, without people, he would be out of a job and out in the cold, with absolutely no fun to be had. Though he may think that most people have a few screws loose (but really, haven't you noticed, we're all a bit mad here), he genuinely appreciates even the most removed, cold stranger that crosses his path.
* what are some things that you can improve on?He's just the kinda guy who stands in the middle of the room and judges ever single move you make. He picks up every small, minuscule detail of another person, and then has no problem at all listing out every fault he'd found in their form or function. He takes care to notice tiny details, because size doesn't necessarily add up to overall importance. He's also very perceptive when it comes to body language, facial expressions, and emotions. When it comes to dealing with the world and all the imbeciles in it, a little insight goes a long way.
Faux pas? Fuck off. when asked for an opinion, he will give it. No sugar-coating, no bull-shitting around. If you've ever considered it, usually the truth, unedited honesty, is much more detrimental to one's mental and physical health than the lies used to cover up the day-to-day damaging thoughts that regularly fly around people's heads. The insane ones are the people who can't say those secret, hidden thoughts out loud without worrying about repercussions. (You should try it some time).
Somewhat of a verbal predator, you could say. It's not his fault he has a low tolerance for bullshit, really. When something you say or do gets on his nerves; you know about it. Though he does lilt his words, he can speak very precisely and has a silver-tongue and a manner about him that is extremely persuasive; he's awful good at talking himself out of any potentially sticky situations (which he seems to get in very often). He's a very captivating speaker, embracing his ideas with staggering amounts of determination, and enough conviction and sheer attitude to captivate, if not intimidate. With other people's opinions however, he isn't quite so lenient. True to himself, in any side of an argument, no matter the participants, he will favor what is in the best interest of number one: Himself.
Impulsive. Rash. Headstrong. Otherwise known as foolishness and/or pure and simple dumbassery. He doesn't let any opportunity slip through his fingers, and his outgoing in-your-face outlook certainly helps him reach them. He pretends to know what's in and our of his reach, but he doesn't care enough to determine whether or not he'll reach her goals, and if he does, if it will have been worth all the trouble he no doubt went through to reach them. Most of the time he enjoys the go-getting better than the actual getting. He's conniving; not above biting and pulling teeth to get his way, and his 'way' changes often.
Well, maybe 'arrogant' isn't quite the word for it. Not acute enough; although he's always very pleased with himself, it's with more of a confidence or pride and a subtle reassurance that if he can't do something right the first time; ... what am I saying. Screw that. He always gets stuff right the first time. And while we're on the matter, arrogance is exactly the word to describe Johnny. He practically oozes hubris, the loud and neon-colored confidence that is part of who he is. Sometimes he needs to hop an electric fence just to make his heart race, stand on his head in the middle of a hallway, or do something inherently nasty just for the thrill of it. Everything he does is done with a smile and a wink, because he's Johnny Cheshire.
* what's your biggest secret? we won't tell.what's your character's biggest secret.
* what does your heart want?"I like women, lets get that right outta the way. I prefer ladieez on a daily-and-nightly-and-ever-so-rightly basis, thanks very much. Fact is, women are just too much fun to mess with. They're always over-analyzing or under-analyzing or going complete batshit crazy over bad hair days. It's too easy to say something to one of them and let it sit and fester and drive them mad - and it's ever so fun to watch happen. And they're hot, to boot. I mean, it has to be said, Walten doesn't really have the cream of the crop when it comes to most things, but our female population leaves very little to be desired. I find that in general, girls are much more preferable to gentlemen when it comes to wanting some sort of witty banter or verbal throw-down. Mind, I don't let just anybody past my chastity belt. I like 'em brown-eyed, couldn't tell you why. I've always found blue eyes to be kind of cold. They have to be able to put up with at least some of my bullshit, too, because chances are you aren't gonna be able to hang around me for any reasonable amount of time without me trying to fuck with you, or fuck you. Either or - or both, preferably. I don't like stupid girls - they have to be able to hold their own, and be open to new... experiences, I suppose. Spontaneity is always a good trait to have, and if they can get the best of me - well, no one's done that. But the girl who does, I'll put a fuckin' ring on your finger.
* what do you do in your spare time?what's one of your hobbies and explain why you do it. can be more then one
* so what does your family life look like?
MOTHER,
EDITH MARIANA CHESHIRE (NÉE MCCLELAND)
"Yea, only everybody calls her Edie. Like Edie Sedgewick, only, y'know, not. She had me when she was just fifteen years old, so she's only thirty-two. Right fucking awkward, having your friends over to your house, and finding out that half the attraction is your 'bangable' young Mum. Anyway, she's an artist. A painter, actually. And really, the whole getting knocked up in high school thing seemed to work out pretty well for her, seeing as how the only reason she bloomed into the art world was because of this one night when I was about six months old, I splattered my baby food all over the wall. And she was overtired, 'cause I have a nice pair of lungs on me, and she finger-painted a picnic scene with puree green beans, carrots, and applesauce. So technically, I, and my residual hate for carrots, was and am her artistic inspiration. Of course, like all artists, she's a little bit insane. She works best 'under the influence,' too. She's a raging feminist when she's not drunk off her ass or seized by a 'fit of geniousity.' She and my Da, they aren't actually married. It's more of a common-law thing than anything. She doesn't have to worry about him leaving her or anything though, because my Dad, fuckin' useless wanker, he knows who brings home the cheesie whatsits. She's pretty much that mum that everyone always wanted. The one who let you stay up 'til three in the morning, and gave you lollipops whenever you wanted 'em. Yeah, Edie, there isn't a cooler human being on the face of the planet. Plus, she balances out all my Dad's crackpot dumbshit ideas, and more or less keeps our family from tippin' over the verge of total and utter chaos."
FATHER,
NICHOLAS EDWARD CHESHIRE
"This jerk-off here got my Mum pregnant with me when she was a Sophomore in high school and he was a Senior. As for an occupation... well. What does he do? Lays around and gets hammered with my Mum, I guess, though that's more of a hobby than some grand career move. I haven't ever met another wingnut like him though, believe me. He fancies himself an 'entrepreneur.' Always looking out for the newest trend. Not that he ever gets it right. Hell, a few years ago, he thought swatches were gonna be the best damn thing, and he bought two hundred thousand of the things. Yeah. Two hundred thousand swatches, all in our living room. The man is a few pieces short of a full chess set, believe you me. After he knocked my Mum up, he asked her to marry him, which was obviously a shit idea since they were both only high schoolers. Seeing as how she's still the reasonable one of the two, she said no of course. But now he asks her to marry him again every year on the same day, and every year she still says no. I mean, I guess it's kinda romantic, if you don' think about it for too long. He's a prime example of a pretty decent bloke who's done some really stupid shit in his lifetime."
SIBLINGS,
CADENCE EDITH CHESHIRE
"But we just call her Cadey. 'Cuz if 'Cadence' isn't just the dumbest name you'll ever hear. She's fifteen years old, and pretty much the bane of my existence, y'know. She's the unofficial matriarch of the family, really. And she's smart - brilliant. Like, serious genius-levels, but she usually uses her powers for evil instead of good. We're kinda partners in crime. Everyone, including a whole shitload of doctors that my parents brought her to when she was little, thought she was autistic or retarded or something when she was little, because she never talked. So for the first six years of her life I pretty much talked for her. But then one day I came home from school and she said 'Hi, Johnny,' and went from constant silence to constant chattering. Unstable little bitch, she is. But I mean, she's my little sister, so obviously I love her. It doesn't help that she's a regulation babe, either. I mean, Christ, you'd think that having so much friggin' trouble havig' my mother running around the place looking like Charlize Theron and Goldie Haawn's love child, God wouldda put a word in or something an given me a decently homely little sister. But nah, that would just be too easy. I'm proud to say I rubbed off on her somewhat, though. She's a right asshole when it comes down to. As far as sisters go, she isn't half bad."
* what are the memorable moments in your life?Describe at least three of the most prominent events in your character's life.
* so we've heard that you're a lot like the Cheshire Cat
name: Cheshire cat - Johnathan Cheshire, it ain't too far of a leap. And every Johnny I've known was a troublemaker, so I thought it fit.
play by: Ash Stymest to the Cheshire Cat, well, I personally find Mr. Stymest to somewhat personify the gleeful carelessness with which the Cheshire Cat treats... pretty much everything. I have the feeling that if the Cheshire Cat were turned into a real human being, that human being would act and look as outrageous as possible, while not managing to completely alienate himself from society entirely, and have a bit of a sailor's mouth. Shock value, people. Thus, a mohawk and multiple tattoos, and killer smirk were all in order.
positive traits: The Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland was annoying as hell, but simultaneously charming. Like, if he got within reach you'd want to smack 'im upside the head, but you weren't gonna go outta your way to take a swing at him. The Cheshire Cat enjoyed toying with Alice, confusing her, and nearly getting her into much more trouble than she would've been able to get herself out of. But in the end, he was still one of the most memorable and relateable and all around likable of the characters. He was fickle and oftentimes rude and misleading, but he had his good points, just as Johnathan does.
negative traits: Obviously the Cheshire Cat had some issues - mentally, he wasn't all there. He seemed to be more interested in using Alice as his own personal plaything than helping her on his way. I tried to make Johnathan impulsive and rash, and as much of a spur-of-the-moment being as the Cheshire Cat is supposed to be. Obnoxious and smart-mouthed and off the wall is what I'm going for. Johnny will be sure of himself, indecisive, have a relatively fucked up moral compass, while at the same time still managing to be a load of fun.
orientation: how does it relate back to the disney character
turn ons: I just imagine that the Cheshire Cat wouldn't have anything to do with someone who was too dumb to get irritating by or appreciate his shenanigans. So that, and just lookin' good were pretty much his 'turn ons.' The girl has to be able to stand up to him and be kind of adventurous, and deal with his shit.
turn offs: ditto above, basically. no dumb chickies. The Cheshire Cat didn't take shit from anybody, but he gave a helluva lot of it, and if he was hangin' with a girl who didn't recognize and appreciate all his little tricksies, well, what would be the point?
spare time: how does it relate to the disney character?
family life: Well, they aren't similar. We don't really get to see much of the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland, but I imagine that to turn out such a weird-ass prodigy, the family itself would have to be pretty out-there. So, vuah-laa, the Cheshire clan. Each one of them with their own certifiable complex.
memorable moments: how does it relate to the disney character.
