Post by jon on May 12, 2008 12:48:49 GMT -5
STATISTICS
Full Name:Jonathan James Beckingham
Nickname:Jon Bianchi
Your age now:19
Your age when you were changed:17
Power:N/A
Coven:N/A, since it has no name, but his legal guardian is Gabi Bianchi
BEAUTY
Hair Color:Dark brown
Eye Color:Gold/Black
Overall Appearance:At first glance, Jon isn't remotely intimidating, even when one takes into consideration his ability to drink blood and all. He's fairly short-5'7 maybe, 120pds, and not very strong looking, somewhere in the middle of the spectrum of being a total wimp and being a bodybuilder or something. He looks like he could defend himself, but not for very long. His hair is dark, and used to match his eyes before Gabi came along-now his eyes are gold, and jump between looking defensive or looking like he’s about to wing some nearby object at an innocent bystander for the sake of amusement.
Apart from that, the theme of deception continues when one notices that Jon's whole posture, as well as his horribly expressive eyes, seem solemn if not depressed, all the time. Even the way he holds his arms often communicates defensiveness, made even more obvious when he's near Gabi. Having been born and changed in modern times, Jon bears no signs of past existence in another era, with his favourite outfit being a long-sleeved shirt and jeans, along with random biking gloves that he wears just because he likes them. If he’s in a weird mood he’ll wear things like three watches on one arm, or glasses with no lenses in them, or a ‘poking stick’ if he feels like being really annoying.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Habits:
First Impressions:The first impression that Jon makes with someone is usually about the most vague interpretation of who he actually is as possible. It's not real, and he has his own internal defence system to ensure that it stays that way. He's had years to create this outward front, being stoic in every aspect for as long as even Gabi can remember. He rarely smiles, and for him to laugh in front of anyone he doesn't know would be like snowballs falling in hell. Jon can even manage to seem downright depressed at times, refusing to partake in most conversations unless pressed to. The only real trait he ever puts forward is sarcasm, as if trying to see just how many well-chosen remarks it will take to push someone away.
Personality:First impressions aside however, Jon lightens up soon after meeting someone, turning into a perfect 20-year-old that can’t keep his mouth shut. He has the sort of confidence that pisses some off and completely amuses others. Everything he says is blunt and to the point, and usually loud. He hates sitting still for very long, and starts announcing that he’s going to kill someone if he can’t get out of the car/boat/ other enclosed space if stuck there for more than an hour. Jon tends to be sarcastic at every opportunity, or makes good use of satire, his other favourite source of humour. He’ll make fun of gangsters, town names, strangers on the side of the road, religious fanatics, and people that call everything ‘gay’. Following his habit of announcing everything, he’s also not above yelling at people just to be heard, as if under the impression that being louder will win an argument or dinner conversation. He gets distracted horribly easily, taking hours to do something that should take 15 minutes just because he can’t focus on one task at a time.
That being said, he’s not immature despite his behaviour. Most of what he cracks jokes at are either something stupid he does, or something in society that really is dumb. He would never do anything dangerous or even destructive, and he’s calmed down slightly since being changed. Removal from high school and moving to Seattle with only Gabi as company has made him quiet down even further, no longer in the loud, familiar environment of a classroom where the slightest unexpected comment would make him the centre of attention. He’s also grown defensive of his ‘older sister’, unwilling to play the part of younger brother 24/7, particularly considering he’s almost 20, stuck in a 17-year-old’s body, and constantly being confused for a kid in elementary school.
HISTORY
Life:He can't remember much of his life before being changed, mostly bits and pieces of memories. One image stands out, of his father arguing with his mother over where he would stay, in front of a hotel, with the sound of sirens in the background. Gabi informed him once that it probably had to do with his father's arrest, and that's about all he knows, with any hard facts coming from his improvised sister if he happens to ask.
After 11 years of being a class nuisance, a teacher’s assistant being assigned to Jon’s homeroom didn’t surprise him in the slightest. But Gabi immediately seemed to be different. She didn’t bother paying any attention to him when he said announced something in class, and didn’t once bother stalking down the hall angrily when he ran off with the lesson plan just for a change in pace- Gabi would always lock the door, and wait. Needless to say Jon grew attached to her, coming to regard the university student as a friend more than anything else.
Afterlife:Of course friends don’t generally go on about some fantastic improvised video game for weeks, and then convince you to come over, and then force you through the worst three days of your life, only to point out when it’s all over that life as you once knew it was completely ended. Of course Gabi did just that, and he hated her for it for days. Just as bitter as he can be bold, he took every opportunity to throw things at his new guardian after being changed despite his barely knowing who she was anymore- he knew that she was responsible for what he had become, and that was enough. Fortunately he could no longer remember life from before very well, so he had nothing to miss or go back to. His mother started reporting to the police about 4 days after Jon didn’t come home, but Gabi of course was way too prepared for it and they were living in the middle of nowhere by the time the story of a missing teenager hit the town.
After 2 years in what Jon started to call ‘hick town’, they moved to Seattle. His mother’s pretty much given up on finding her son by now, not that she’d be happy if he showed up at her door or anything, considering he knows very little of his previous family and is no longer even human. He’s been pulled out of school permanently, with Gabi having acquired the papers to do so herself. Being apparently 17, he’s old enough to acquire a job and does so all too often, switching constantly as his moods change and he just gets bored with doing something too often. Of course he could just be lazy and sit around at home all the time, with his ‘older sister’ having more money than they could spend if they actually tried, but he hates not doing something and seems to get jobs just for the sake of passing time.
Coven Info:Gabrielle Bianchi. Jon’s only familiar face now that he’s been changed for a year, he relies on her way more than he’d ever admit. In a world where vampires under the age of 100 are considered young, he has a whole three years of experience behind him, and knows nothing. Unfortunately that means putting up with Gabi’s incessant mothering, though he doesn’t even mind that as much as he pretends to. He is growing older though, and seemingly more determined to establish some independence in their makeshift family.
ALL ABOUT YOU
Name:Joey
Age:16
Other Characters:N/A
Other Sites:N/A
Experience:Ummm….4/5 years. 4 and a half years.
Example1:z6.invisionfree.com/HWInnocenceExposed/index.php?showtopic=7255&hl=
It'll be stupid and not show it, but if you go to log in, my name on there is 'Joey Wilson', and my password 'kandu_haida' Don't ask. I never go on that site anymore, so it makes no difference who goes on the account
Example2:The overpowering drone of the air conditioner at the back of the portable classroom ceased abruptly, actually forcing Jon to turn around and glance at it as if expecting the machine to explode or something as it started making the annoying clicking noise that all forms of technology seemed to create when shutting down. The sudden silence was broken by the sound of chalk on a blackboard- the bane of every student’s existence. Glancing forward, Jon’s dark eyes took in the words ‘Ms. Stocco- Substitute teacher for today’. Well no shit. Because the fact that she was a sub couldn’t be gathered by the fact that she was in their class and looked unfamiliar. No, after four months, they just thought that their usual teacher was blond-haired and overweight, with a voice that sounded like she was trying to teach something very difficult to a bunch of preschoolers that didn’t speak English. She didn’t seem happy about it either, and Jon fought to keep from laughing as he considered what would happen if he asked her whether or not she was happy with where she was in life.
Wishing that the air conditioner was back on, he glanced at Gabi, who was standing in a corner of the class and looking a little wary. Really, a class that was supposed to be being geared for university should’ve been able to handle a substitute for a day, but the only familiar authority figure in the class didn’t seem to be so sure. All too soon, the word ‘apostrophe’ came up, as it tends to do in an English class, except the teacher pronounced it ‘apostophe’. Naturally this caused a great deal of amusement in the back corner where Jon and three other seventeen-year-olds were sitting, and they abruptly started using the word ‘apostophe’ in every other whispered sentence. Gabi was watching from the back, clearly unimpressed both with the sub’s skills in English and the class’ growing lack of attention. 15 minutes later, Stocco happened to point out that the only vowels were ‘A, E, I, O, Y, and sometimes F.’
“Did she just say what I think she said?” Jon asked abruptly, glancing at the guy next to him, and seriously hoping he had just heard incorrectly. Turning, he spotted Gabi with her back to the class and her head against the wall. The teacher had just reminded them all that F was apparently a vowel in the English language. Growing impatient with listening as his 11 years of education was completely undermined; Jon started zoning out, coming back to Earth 15 minutes later and totally up for his usual trick of ‘leave the teacher stranded’. The ravaging of grammatical skills seemed to be going on far enough. Drawing a breath, he stood up randomly, feeling the eyes of every student in the class on him, and trying to ignore the fact that he could hear Gabi taking a few steps forward.
Without a word he approached the front of the class, grabbed the lesson plan from the desk at the front, and headed toward the door, ignoring the teacher, who was apparently trying to figure out how to stop him from leaving without physically making contact, since that was such an off-limits thing in schools. This convenient rule allowed him to get out of the door and into open air, where he quickly took off running just for the sake of pissing the teacher off more. The kids in the class were laughing, now all too used to this trick to be even shocked by it anymore. Stocco was out of the classroom, yelling and preparing to chase a teenager all over the school grounds for one precious bit of paper. That was the part that amused Jon the most, as he slid through the rails of the fence separating the school yard from an open field. They were so bent on having something to read off of, that at one point he had been able to persuade one memorable substitute all the way to the other side of the grassy meadow by the portables.
Gabrielle intervened fairly quickly, ushering the now hysterical teacher back into the class to ensure that the other students didn’t just leave as they so wanted to (It was at this point that most students liked Gabi the least). Unlike Stocco, Gabi sat on the stairs leading up to the class and shut the door, even started reading. After 10 minutes of standing in a T-shirt in the May air, Jon gave up and came around the corner, lesson plan still clutched protectively as if expecting someone to jump out of a corner and grab it. Of course Gabi did no such thing, and didn’t even look up until he was 5 feet away.
“Give me the paper”
Jon watched as she took one step forward, and took two back in return, ignoring the shouts from inside the classroom about whether or not he should give it up- mostly it was the latter argument considering they had to learn absolutely nothing if the sub had no agenda. “Why should I?” He asked, still trying to push how long this could go on before Gabi actually got pissed off.
“You’ve had your fun. The illiterate teacher is now having a nervous breakdown. Give it back.”
He sighed, hating the feel of defeat almost as much as he hated it when Gabi stopped teachers from taking the bait and flipping out. How could a university student know so well how to outsmart him when teachers that had been at it for 10 years always lost the battle? “She deserved it.” He muttered, his only defence at that point, and handed the paper over, hating the unfamiliar sensation of regret.
Quote:I will look to like if looking like moving
Full Name:Jonathan James Beckingham
Nickname:Jon Bianchi
Your age now:19
Your age when you were changed:17
Power:N/A
Coven:N/A, since it has no name, but his legal guardian is Gabi Bianchi
BEAUTY
Hair Color:Dark brown
Eye Color:Gold/Black
Overall Appearance:At first glance, Jon isn't remotely intimidating, even when one takes into consideration his ability to drink blood and all. He's fairly short-5'7 maybe, 120pds, and not very strong looking, somewhere in the middle of the spectrum of being a total wimp and being a bodybuilder or something. He looks like he could defend himself, but not for very long. His hair is dark, and used to match his eyes before Gabi came along-now his eyes are gold, and jump between looking defensive or looking like he’s about to wing some nearby object at an innocent bystander for the sake of amusement.
Apart from that, the theme of deception continues when one notices that Jon's whole posture, as well as his horribly expressive eyes, seem solemn if not depressed, all the time. Even the way he holds his arms often communicates defensiveness, made even more obvious when he's near Gabi. Having been born and changed in modern times, Jon bears no signs of past existence in another era, with his favourite outfit being a long-sleeved shirt and jeans, along with random biking gloves that he wears just because he likes them. If he’s in a weird mood he’ll wear things like three watches on one arm, or glasses with no lenses in them, or a ‘poking stick’ if he feels like being really annoying.
Likes:
- Chaos
- Bright lights
- Loud music
- Amusement parks, for the above reasons
- Most animals
- Messing with people's heads
Dislikes:
- Most technology
- Girls that scream for no reason at all
- Being unable to do something
- Most children below the age of 12
- Sitting around, or watching other people sit around
- Crude humor
Strengths:
- Stubbornness when told he can't do something
- Thinking quickly
- Self-control when it comes to showing emotion
- Nonchalance even when things are going wrong
Weaknesses:
- Often impulsive
- Sarcastic even when he shouldn't be
- Can be spiteful
- Rarely just does as told, even when Gabi's the one giving the order
Habits:
- Rolling/flipping a coin through his fingers
- Procrastinating
- Pacing almost all the time
- Shifting his weight from one foot to the other when not pacing
First Impressions:The first impression that Jon makes with someone is usually about the most vague interpretation of who he actually is as possible. It's not real, and he has his own internal defence system to ensure that it stays that way. He's had years to create this outward front, being stoic in every aspect for as long as even Gabi can remember. He rarely smiles, and for him to laugh in front of anyone he doesn't know would be like snowballs falling in hell. Jon can even manage to seem downright depressed at times, refusing to partake in most conversations unless pressed to. The only real trait he ever puts forward is sarcasm, as if trying to see just how many well-chosen remarks it will take to push someone away.
Personality:First impressions aside however, Jon lightens up soon after meeting someone, turning into a perfect 20-year-old that can’t keep his mouth shut. He has the sort of confidence that pisses some off and completely amuses others. Everything he says is blunt and to the point, and usually loud. He hates sitting still for very long, and starts announcing that he’s going to kill someone if he can’t get out of the car/boat/ other enclosed space if stuck there for more than an hour. Jon tends to be sarcastic at every opportunity, or makes good use of satire, his other favourite source of humour. He’ll make fun of gangsters, town names, strangers on the side of the road, religious fanatics, and people that call everything ‘gay’. Following his habit of announcing everything, he’s also not above yelling at people just to be heard, as if under the impression that being louder will win an argument or dinner conversation. He gets distracted horribly easily, taking hours to do something that should take 15 minutes just because he can’t focus on one task at a time.
That being said, he’s not immature despite his behaviour. Most of what he cracks jokes at are either something stupid he does, or something in society that really is dumb. He would never do anything dangerous or even destructive, and he’s calmed down slightly since being changed. Removal from high school and moving to Seattle with only Gabi as company has made him quiet down even further, no longer in the loud, familiar environment of a classroom where the slightest unexpected comment would make him the centre of attention. He’s also grown defensive of his ‘older sister’, unwilling to play the part of younger brother 24/7, particularly considering he’s almost 20, stuck in a 17-year-old’s body, and constantly being confused for a kid in elementary school.
HISTORY
Life:He can't remember much of his life before being changed, mostly bits and pieces of memories. One image stands out, of his father arguing with his mother over where he would stay, in front of a hotel, with the sound of sirens in the background. Gabi informed him once that it probably had to do with his father's arrest, and that's about all he knows, with any hard facts coming from his improvised sister if he happens to ask.
After 11 years of being a class nuisance, a teacher’s assistant being assigned to Jon’s homeroom didn’t surprise him in the slightest. But Gabi immediately seemed to be different. She didn’t bother paying any attention to him when he said announced something in class, and didn’t once bother stalking down the hall angrily when he ran off with the lesson plan just for a change in pace- Gabi would always lock the door, and wait. Needless to say Jon grew attached to her, coming to regard the university student as a friend more than anything else.
Afterlife:Of course friends don’t generally go on about some fantastic improvised video game for weeks, and then convince you to come over, and then force you through the worst three days of your life, only to point out when it’s all over that life as you once knew it was completely ended. Of course Gabi did just that, and he hated her for it for days. Just as bitter as he can be bold, he took every opportunity to throw things at his new guardian after being changed despite his barely knowing who she was anymore- he knew that she was responsible for what he had become, and that was enough. Fortunately he could no longer remember life from before very well, so he had nothing to miss or go back to. His mother started reporting to the police about 4 days after Jon didn’t come home, but Gabi of course was way too prepared for it and they were living in the middle of nowhere by the time the story of a missing teenager hit the town.
After 2 years in what Jon started to call ‘hick town’, they moved to Seattle. His mother’s pretty much given up on finding her son by now, not that she’d be happy if he showed up at her door or anything, considering he knows very little of his previous family and is no longer even human. He’s been pulled out of school permanently, with Gabi having acquired the papers to do so herself. Being apparently 17, he’s old enough to acquire a job and does so all too often, switching constantly as his moods change and he just gets bored with doing something too often. Of course he could just be lazy and sit around at home all the time, with his ‘older sister’ having more money than they could spend if they actually tried, but he hates not doing something and seems to get jobs just for the sake of passing time.
Coven Info:Gabrielle Bianchi. Jon’s only familiar face now that he’s been changed for a year, he relies on her way more than he’d ever admit. In a world where vampires under the age of 100 are considered young, he has a whole three years of experience behind him, and knows nothing. Unfortunately that means putting up with Gabi’s incessant mothering, though he doesn’t even mind that as much as he pretends to. He is growing older though, and seemingly more determined to establish some independence in their makeshift family.
ALL ABOUT YOU
Name:Joey
Age:16
Other Characters:N/A
Other Sites:N/A
Experience:Ummm….4/5 years. 4 and a half years.
Example1:z6.invisionfree.com/HWInnocenceExposed/index.php?showtopic=7255&hl=
It'll be stupid and not show it, but if you go to log in, my name on there is 'Joey Wilson', and my password 'kandu_haida' Don't ask. I never go on that site anymore, so it makes no difference who goes on the account
Example2:The overpowering drone of the air conditioner at the back of the portable classroom ceased abruptly, actually forcing Jon to turn around and glance at it as if expecting the machine to explode or something as it started making the annoying clicking noise that all forms of technology seemed to create when shutting down. The sudden silence was broken by the sound of chalk on a blackboard- the bane of every student’s existence. Glancing forward, Jon’s dark eyes took in the words ‘Ms. Stocco- Substitute teacher for today’. Well no shit. Because the fact that she was a sub couldn’t be gathered by the fact that she was in their class and looked unfamiliar. No, after four months, they just thought that their usual teacher was blond-haired and overweight, with a voice that sounded like she was trying to teach something very difficult to a bunch of preschoolers that didn’t speak English. She didn’t seem happy about it either, and Jon fought to keep from laughing as he considered what would happen if he asked her whether or not she was happy with where she was in life.
Wishing that the air conditioner was back on, he glanced at Gabi, who was standing in a corner of the class and looking a little wary. Really, a class that was supposed to be being geared for university should’ve been able to handle a substitute for a day, but the only familiar authority figure in the class didn’t seem to be so sure. All too soon, the word ‘apostrophe’ came up, as it tends to do in an English class, except the teacher pronounced it ‘apostophe’. Naturally this caused a great deal of amusement in the back corner where Jon and three other seventeen-year-olds were sitting, and they abruptly started using the word ‘apostophe’ in every other whispered sentence. Gabi was watching from the back, clearly unimpressed both with the sub’s skills in English and the class’ growing lack of attention. 15 minutes later, Stocco happened to point out that the only vowels were ‘A, E, I, O, Y, and sometimes F.’
“Did she just say what I think she said?” Jon asked abruptly, glancing at the guy next to him, and seriously hoping he had just heard incorrectly. Turning, he spotted Gabi with her back to the class and her head against the wall. The teacher had just reminded them all that F was apparently a vowel in the English language. Growing impatient with listening as his 11 years of education was completely undermined; Jon started zoning out, coming back to Earth 15 minutes later and totally up for his usual trick of ‘leave the teacher stranded’. The ravaging of grammatical skills seemed to be going on far enough. Drawing a breath, he stood up randomly, feeling the eyes of every student in the class on him, and trying to ignore the fact that he could hear Gabi taking a few steps forward.
Without a word he approached the front of the class, grabbed the lesson plan from the desk at the front, and headed toward the door, ignoring the teacher, who was apparently trying to figure out how to stop him from leaving without physically making contact, since that was such an off-limits thing in schools. This convenient rule allowed him to get out of the door and into open air, where he quickly took off running just for the sake of pissing the teacher off more. The kids in the class were laughing, now all too used to this trick to be even shocked by it anymore. Stocco was out of the classroom, yelling and preparing to chase a teenager all over the school grounds for one precious bit of paper. That was the part that amused Jon the most, as he slid through the rails of the fence separating the school yard from an open field. They were so bent on having something to read off of, that at one point he had been able to persuade one memorable substitute all the way to the other side of the grassy meadow by the portables.
Gabrielle intervened fairly quickly, ushering the now hysterical teacher back into the class to ensure that the other students didn’t just leave as they so wanted to (It was at this point that most students liked Gabi the least). Unlike Stocco, Gabi sat on the stairs leading up to the class and shut the door, even started reading. After 10 minutes of standing in a T-shirt in the May air, Jon gave up and came around the corner, lesson plan still clutched protectively as if expecting someone to jump out of a corner and grab it. Of course Gabi did no such thing, and didn’t even look up until he was 5 feet away.
“Give me the paper”
Jon watched as she took one step forward, and took two back in return, ignoring the shouts from inside the classroom about whether or not he should give it up- mostly it was the latter argument considering they had to learn absolutely nothing if the sub had no agenda. “Why should I?” He asked, still trying to push how long this could go on before Gabi actually got pissed off.
“You’ve had your fun. The illiterate teacher is now having a nervous breakdown. Give it back.”
He sighed, hating the feel of defeat almost as much as he hated it when Gabi stopped teachers from taking the bait and flipping out. How could a university student know so well how to outsmart him when teachers that had been at it for 10 years always lost the battle? “She deserved it.” He muttered, his only defence at that point, and handed the paper over, hating the unfamiliar sensation of regret.
Quote:I will look to like if looking like moving
