Three years since my last entry... wow.
I had forgotten Journals existed, really... and seeing as how they are seldom looked at... I'm going to use mine to post my RP characters and Post styles as according to their most recent appearances. I recycle the same two characters and occasionally come up with new ones... but it isn't too often. Some characters I haven't even used in years. In fact, Zephy here has been just recently revived, although I have mentioned him... I digress, nobody is going to read this but me, so I am wasting time.
Johnny's most recent appearance.
Maxwell's most recent appearance
Revan's debut / most recent appearance.
Characters not mentioned here due to lack of recent activity:
Pyro: Vampyric character, Johnathan's half-brother in demonic/gifted-esque RP's.
Zephyre: Johnathan in demonic RP's.
Jake: Teen Titans character
Zeke: Naruto character
Ty: Dragonball Z character
Ice: Inuyasha character [My first ever RP character, too]
Also, I had a pokemorph character and other characters for other RP's. I simply have forgotten about them. There's also a Halo soldier I have, but that's still being modified by the mods of the guild.
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 Well, I Turned into A Martian
[ Remember it well love ] Johnathan Zephyre
[ But you know me as ] Johnny Napalm, Zep, Zephy
[ Package in my pants ] Male
[ Though you may not know ] Mostly Straight
[ Oh darling, let me t r a v e l . . .] Dublin, Ireland
[ I'm not that old! ] Nineteen
[ Getting anxious? ]
Johnathan is your average punk rocking, prideful, energetic, hell raising teenager... except for the average bit. He prefers causing a riot instead of sitting around and just "hanging out". In fact, the only reason he used to get online was because his parents put him in lock down for getting in trouble with the law enforcement so much. He doesn't like those pigs and probably never will. He doesn't respect many in authoritative positions, unless they also know how to get down.
He has a bit of a temper and is easy to set off, but he makes up for it with his own special kind of humor. The kinds of jokes he tells aren't exactly the kind you'd want your primp and proper friends to hear, nor is he the kind of guy you'd want your parents to know you associate with.
[ You only wish you knew ]
Nineteen years ago, a beautiful Irish baby boy was born. Now, this boy's family had been pretty well set; they had all they needed and a little more. Seeing as how this boy was the only child that his two parents would have for some time, the boy went spoiled. He got almost anything he wanted, so when he picked up a Misfits record, the parents were glad to buy it for him. That's when it all went downhill.
The boy got into the Punk scene all two quickly. He wore leather, skeleton-imprinted clothing and accessories, studs, cut his hair in different ways, and learned guitar. This attracted the attention of his peers and his advisers in school. When he was told to cut his hair and dress properly, he spit in the principal's face. When kids made fun of him, he punched them in their faces. When the cops brought him home, his father slapped him in the face. This kept building up and building up until he became what he is today. Johnathan doesn't take s**t from anybody and other people better just get used to it.
He's met some people along the way that shared similar interests, and that is when he discovered his sense of humor to actually be... well, humorous. He got in less trouble with the authorities, but not because he stopped doing things that would get him in trouble. Now that he had a group of friends, he still broke the law on occasion, but started trying new things and becoming a slightly better person. When he told his friends about his trip to America, they all threatened that if he didn't come back they'd track him down and bring him back, to which he simply shrugged off.
[ What they see ]
Astro.Zeph ; Online, Johnny's the kind of guy that is always sending you Youtube videos of some underground show, to which the average person would just hear guttural sounds. His energy flows onto the keyboard, as well as his strong accent, and he seems like more of a spaz than he really is. The reason for this is because he loathes sitting still for too long. The longer he's online, the more spastic he gets. He's probably a lot funnier online, as well. He swears online more than he does offline, and he likes to mess with people. He met his chat room buddies while he was on a quest to piss somebody off for no reason. It failed, and he actually grew to like the people he was traveling overseas to meet.
[ I love you, dear ] Punk Rock ; Horror-Metal ; fights ; Ireland ; friends ; leather ; skeletons ; enticing drama ; unusual things ; guitar
[ Why do you hurt me so? ] Authority ; Conformity ; Country ; Corporations ; Ignorance ; Hats ; Confinement ; Television [mostly] ; No control ; Repetition
[ My heart lies with them ] Your mother. [none yet]
[ Ummm, I kinda forgot something . . ] Johnny's kind of an alcoholic. He'll down a bottle of Jack or McGillicutty's if it enters his hands. He prefers the latter, by the way. Say something insulting about him being Irish and loving to drink, though, and the empty bottle will meet your face. Only if it's empty, though. Otherwise it's alcohol abuse.
[ I-I can't dance though! ] Brain Stew - Green Day
[ I am but a puppet ] Fuhrer des Drachen
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 Maxwell AlcedoniaThe BassistYou chip away the old version of you
You'd be surprised at what you can do
[citation] Foreplay-Long time - Boston
I'm a Magician, Can't You Tell_________
∂σи`τ мακε мε scrεαм- -» Glee
γεαяs bεfσrε - -» 22
ι ωαs bσrи - -» December 12th
ωιτнιи rεαsσиιиg - -» 5'7"
ωιτнιи sιgнτ - -» Blue-Grey
ωιτнιи τσυch - -» Black, with a grey strip in the front-right.
ωнατ ∂ιgиιτγ ιs ℓεfτ - -» I was the Bassist / Backup Vocalist
throw down with me__________
мγ sσbsτσяγ - -»
I guess I was always somewhat out of the norm. My family was mediocre in the food chain of wealth and happiness. We got by, but they are not the ones I feel like talking about right now though they will be vital to the rest of this. My main focus in life was a mixture of academics and music. I love the sound that a bass guitar makes, so it is no surprise that I prefer it to it's thinner-stringed counterpart. I also believe I have an amazing voice, so it is no surprise that I would contribute it to a number of songs when required. Some of the guys compared me to Geddy Lee as a joke, because of the whole Bass plus Singing thing... and the fact that I began my musical prowess with piano lessons only strengthened that. The nickname of Glee eventually came of this. It was actually the result of some stuttering drunk audience member after a gig, but it stuck.
Through high school, I only had a small group of friends, and they were the ones who eventually formed a band, had fun, and broke apart as most high school relationships end up doing. I missed my friends as the majority of them moved away, but then again... I moved on as well. I never stopped playing my favorite instrument... in fact, I expanded on it. I learned new techniques, joined many a band, and improved my keyboarding skills... though I never actually used one in our high school fling. I'm not all that good at multitasking like the great Geddy. At any rate, I moved around the country, though I always seemed to come back to this little town in Wisconsin. In fact, I moved back here just recently after finishing up my final semester at college. I believe going to where the inspiration began is truly the best thing for the soul.
I heard from my mother that she thought she saw some of my old friends in the area, but I didn't really believe her. Why would anyone come back to this hellhole? I have no clue. To be honest, part of the reason I always visited was in hopes of seeing them... but it's been years since I even heard any of their names.
мγ cнσιcε - -»
I never really got past 'friend' status with anyone, though there have been a few one night stands after parties or just spur of the moment kind of things. I guess I got kind of attached... one night I got into a fight with her... things got carried away and I blacked out for a little while... When I came to, she was on the ground, concussed. I brought her to the hospital and moved away that same day. If anyone else knew, it would have been brought up on one of my many visits, but I think it's safe to assume nobody knows. I've had therapy since then... and hopefully won't ever go back to who I was.
мγ иαмε - -» Fuhrer des Drachen
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Oh hey welcome to the [ A C A D E M Y ] Chat Room.
My [n a m e] is .... [Revan M. Zephyre]
 ["I can't remember how this got started, But I can tell you exactly how it will end"]
LET'S SIT IN A C I R C L E
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and talk about ourselves...
[: When MomDad's Angry, She Yells...:] [Revan Maxwell Zephyre]
[: But I Perfer...:] [Zeph, Rev, or my 1st/middle/last names... Could care less.]
[: Those Many Years Ago...:] [Sixteen]
[: Yay! Cake time!!!...:] [October 13]
[: Hey Cutie!...:] [Heterosexual]
[: Blue or Pink Blanket?...:] [It's an outie ... so Blue.]
[: Who am I?...:] [ "emo child" as the others would say. ]
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thanks for the compliment...
>//w//<
[: To Dye It Or Not?...:] [Black]
[: The Most Importent Part...:] [Shining Silver eyes]
[: Gotta stay fit!...:] [117lb./5'7"]
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that i can trust you...
[: Where It Began...:]
In the beginning, back in one year or another. A man lived by the name Johnathan Zephyre. He fell in love with this lovely maiden and they lived happily ever after. The two got married because of a b*****d child brewing inside the wife's insides. Sure, the two of them were madly in love, but rushing into marriage due to a pregnancy just didn't seem to be the wisest decision for the two of them. They had been together for years upon years, and might as well have been married. Unfortunately they lacked the funds and the Mrs. wanted that traditional wedding, with cake and people and phonies all about. John couldn't give her what she wanted most, and after they eloped he became dangerously addicted to alcohol. By the time that the child was born, John was fortunately put into a rehab. He had been sent there due to various accounts of theft, and one charge of arson. On the flip-side of the coin, this man was amazing at persuasion, and rehab plus a few years of probation allowed him to actually be there for his child.
There was a complication in the birth. The drugs that had been given to the mother to aid her along the way of what was referred to as "the miracle of life" had a chemical very harmful to her bodily systems. Nothing at that time seemed to be wrong with the child, but the mother had very little time to live after they gave birth to Revan. During her last few weeks, her brother Maxwell took care of her and promised he would help John as much as he could with raising Revan. Maxwell pretty much became the kid's second father, despite how awkwardly teenager-esque he was and still is. With the shock of losing his one true love, the joy of having a child, and the help of his friend, John vowed never to touch another harmful substance in his life.
Life was definitely different for young Revan, having two straight fathers and no mother, nor any siblings to spend time with. Sure, Uncle Alcedonia was almost the same, but the young boy still managed to feel isolated, even in a room full of others his age when he attended school. As he progressed in life, it was apparent that he had some traits of mild schizophrenia and could possibly be bipolar, if only to a small degree. Both John and Max think it's teen angst but try and make things as easy as they can for Revan. Every now and then the boy would talk to himself, or something else nobody else could see... Sometimes he'd be happy one moment and damn near suicidal the next. The three of them have had talks about the incidents, and all agreed to just try and deal with things naturally. They all have a fear of medication, which stemmed from an obvious source.
During his high school years, Revan found himself befriending untrustworthy scum. At the time, they were great people, but each and every person he considered a friend wound up backstabbing him in one way or another. This led him to lose faith in pretty much all of humanity. His clothing fit whatever style he felt like for the day, not having to fit in to any kind of group anymore. He did wind up hanging out with the stoners of the school while he attended. He only participated in their "after school rituals" a few times, then got bored of it. They were cool people, which is why he liked them. He didn't see them as outcasts like the rest of the world did. He saw them as people who can just live. That's something he picked up from his uncle, yet most of the time it's the exact opposite. While Max is an optimist, Revan was a pessimist, and to an extreme. Sure, he could find good in a few people, but only if he had been there, lived some kind of similar pain, you know?
This young teenager got accepted into Willow Woods Academy halfway through his junior year, and never looked back. The boy was a major in Social Sciences. He found human behavior and the mind to be fascinating. After so much time observing the rituals of other people, he was able to theorize some pretty impressive things he managed to put on to paper and submit to this prestigious school. He was amazed that a full scholarship followed. Both John and Max were amazingly happy for him as well. Over every summer, Revan had taken courses to substitute for the seat time and credits needed to graduate, and by the time he got accepted, he had already met the requirements, and then some. Revan moved into the dorm rooms, seeing as how they were paid for by the school anyways, but he goes to visit his father and uncle every weekend. On top of being in all of the honors courses, Revan also does minor roles in the Drama club, and helps with designing and creating the sets. He's the student head of the set crew, under the actual teacher... and it's there he does most of his talking.
Being headfirst into books and other people, Revan never bothered to develop a social life. Even when he hung out with the stoners, he was more of a spectator than a friend. He envied those with lives, but figured a good education was a lot easier to obtain. He had never even kissed a girl before this one deemed "the quiet one". Something about her just kinda made him think that other human beings existed besides the ones he lived with. Somehow they connected in a way he hadn't with anyone else. They were both looked down upon and yet they kinda just clicked. Unfortunately, with that small window being open, he started chatting online and found someone so perky that it intrigued him. His mind was flipped upside-down and has been kicked around with this conundrum. From what he's gathered, it's just a stupid crush on the perky girl, but he still wants to know who the hell he had been talking to. He doesn't believe in cheating and wouldn't do anything to end what he has with this girl he's been happily dating for three months, yet he's sensed that she's drifted more away than usual lately....
[: If You Don't Like It... Then Too Bad!...:]
[What's there to say? This kid is so self-secluded it's surprising he'd even give you his name. He was taught never to stunt his creativity, and shows such in his clothing sometimes. Quite often he can be found in a pair of Tripps, a NIN shirt, and some random hoodie. His attire can of course go from that to bright pink if he really feels like it. He's learned to not give a damn what others think, and if keeping to himself and every now and then having an emotional breakdown makes him emo, then so be it. He'd rather be emo than some phony who lives his days according to everyone else. If he were to go by anything, he'd rather just keep the "misunderstood outcast" role, but in todays society he is kinda stuck with the insult of being called "emo".
He never complains about his life to anyone... well, at least he didn't before he met his current girlfriend. He and her opened up to each other quite a bit apparently. He still had a lot to learn about her, and she had yet to actually break the window in front of his most inner feelings and whatnot. Alas, that's what relationships are for, as he's observed. The fact that neither of them talk much doesn't really help, either...
The most troublesome thing going on in Revan's life is women. Why the hell do they have to be so interesting? He truly believes he loves the woman he is with, and yet chatroom girl occupies his mind quite a bit. Perhaps he just wants to study her, maybe he wants to learn her ways. Maybe he envies her happy-go-lucky attitude. Revan is quite the pathetic one, to be honest. He's not strong at all, and his only true skill is book-smarts and sarcasm. He knows next to nothing about actually interacting with people, but he's getting through that slowly.
Revan has the mindset that he is a whole hell of a lot smarter than any human being on the face of the planet, and hates himself to such a high degree because of it. Sometimes he actually does sit in the corner of his room bawling his eyes out because he wishes he could be like the others, but not another soul is allowed to see that. To everyone else he makes sure to portray himself as someone so far above the others that they see him as a p***k when it comes to anything that can be learned from text. He's as condescending as possible around strangers, and yet feels three times as horrible and just wishes that he could simply fit in with the phonies he so despises. After all, no kid wants to live without friends.
Behind a computer screen he can express his true self, and in that aspect, Perky girl knows a a little of Revan's actual emotional side. He saw no harm in confessing some things over the web, seeing as how he made sure there was absolutely no loophole in the security system keeping his identity anonymous. He started feeling guilty when the two of them talked more about their actual lives in text than he did with his own living girlfriend he saw pretty much every day. One day, his virtual pen pal almost gave up the URL to something that would allow him to know who she was, and then the site crashed. He saw this as a sign to try harder with the one he was with, but he can't help but wonder who it was in this campus that knew about his secret wish to be accepted.]
[: Ohhh... Yay!...:]
[Literature (current fave author: Jerome David Salinger),
human interaction,
the brain,
RTS Video Games,
Academics [especially english, math, and science],
Nine Inch Nails,
other industrial rock,
Techno,
most other music,
acting,
architecture,
Hitler (pre-holocaust, there is good reasoning behind this... ask him, if you can get him to talk to you.) ]
[: Okay... 'Ick...:] [History (as in: events),
phonies,
Ignorance,
Unintelligent people,
Most of humanity,
Emotions,
Himself,
letting others in,
Anything that can't be solved with a simple equation or logical reasoning.
Negative references to his mother.
Nazism / Fascism.]
[: Please, Keep It Away...:] [Letting others know who he really strives to be,
being vulnerable,
Failing at anything, especially schoolwork]
[: My IPodZune Sings...:] [Mr. Self-Destruct - NiN. // Mastermind - MSI.]
[: Um... Anything Else?...:] [Trent Reznor, who ironically has been called "the originator of emo music" is also his hero. Go figure. He also idolizes both his father and uncle.]
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[: Let's Dance!...:] [Fuhrer des Drachen]
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The Conductor
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The chain-smoking man in charge of the train. Ask him anything, but expect a grudging answer at best. He's easy to find and surprisingly responsible. He'll find you right before it's your exit, just to make sure that you're ready to go.
[[character created by a peace remaining and used only in her Role Play.]]
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 Fuhrer des Drachen · Tue Jun 09, 2009 @ 05:31am · 2 Comments |
