Post by John A. Downing on May 25, 2018 12:52:37 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: John Amerose Downing
Nickname(s): None
Age: 41
Height: 6'5
Weight: 226lbs
Blood Type: B
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Uninterested
Eye Color: Grayish blue
Hair: Brown
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Playing cards, sword fighting, mechanics
Talents: Especially good technical sword fighter, great with machines, locks, various mechanics
Favorite things: Alcohol, vehicles, blades
Miscellaneous:
Mental Information
Personality: John is almost always calm. Well kept together, his pain that came from Isabelles death was forged into a man who always feels in control. Bubbling beneath the surface is a broiling, unbridled rage tempered in the fires of war. He is confident, self assured. Highly intelligent and measured in his words and in his character judgement. He’s not unfriendly, but somewhat stand-offish in how he deals with people, especially knowing that most of those around him, including those who lead the academy, are younger than him. He appears genuine, honest and driven.
Mentality: Selfish, self centered. Unflinching.
Ideal: Ideals make you weak.
Belief: John Downing
Physical Information
Build:
Defining Marks: John wears a cross necklace that's especially feminine, generally under his shirt. He also wears a wedding ring. He's got several scars, each with a story.
Description:
Tall and rather broad, John is a stout man though clearly defined by age. He's got a scar on his left eye and general has some form of 5 o'clock shadow. His eyes are a grayish blue, and though he seems physically imposing he chooses not to put that on display, generally wearing coats, long sleeve shirts and various sweaters along with jeans or slacks. He wears comfortable, home made leather strap shoes and a females cross necklace. His body has four scars- one on his left eye, one on his stomach, outer left thigh and down his back on the right side from shoulder blade to hip.
History Information
“My parents say it’s childhood romance. That we don’t know what love is yet.”
“They’re wrong.”
“How do you know?”
“Isabelle….when I look at you….I just do. I can’t describe what this feeling is like. It’s not a crush. It’s not lust. I feel it in the very fiber of my being. Every time you walk around a corner, every time you even glance in my direction. It’s like you snatch breath from me. If the shivers and stars I see and feel every time I say I love you don’t mean that I do, I don’t know what love is.”
Isabelle searched his eyes, a small smile easing it’s way over her lips.
“I believe you, John….and I love you too.” He kissed the top of her head.
“Forever, Belle. Promise.”
He thought they’d be together forever. That they’d have children, grandchildren. A house on the hill, overlooking the trees of southern Oregon. All they had to do was make it to graduation, just a few short weeks away. John Downing was born here, and raised here. He’d live and die in the borders of this state. He aimed to travel, to see Paris and Rome, all with the green eyed woman clasping his hand beside him. He pictured them standing on the great wall, her sandy blonde hair cascading into the wind. Their parents walking down the length of it a little ahead of them, overjoyed at the ring she wore on her finger.
All they had to do was graduate. That’s not so hard, is it? But at Public Highschool 259, nothing was certain. And when the war of the Correctional Facility began, he’d signed on as a senior. Because the beautiful woman who’s bright eyes he’d promised to love forever had been wide with horror as she was forced into the correctional program by Barkers thugs. Because the sandy blonde hair had been chopped short to the skull in the released updates he’d seen with the rest of the school. And because the Dragons, the Crows and Mr. Winters had promised they’d get their people back.
But as he stood inside the crumbling building, staring into the cell at the body crushed beneath the drugs that had been pumped into her veins, her wide, empty green eyes staring up at the ceiling, he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt what he’d been too afraid to admit to himself before.
They’d lied.
After leaving 259, John traveled east, settling in northern main. After the great war (during which he fought with territory 83) he moved himself back west, settling once more in the city outside Cabal Academy. Though older than most of those attending, John had his ability and refused to join Cabal when it manifested. Now, he had a reason to go back, and was more than ready to enroll and find what it was he should have sought all those years ago.
Justice.
“They’re wrong.”
“How do you know?”
“Isabelle….when I look at you….I just do. I can’t describe what this feeling is like. It’s not a crush. It’s not lust. I feel it in the very fiber of my being. Every time you walk around a corner, every time you even glance in my direction. It’s like you snatch breath from me. If the shivers and stars I see and feel every time I say I love you don’t mean that I do, I don’t know what love is.”
Isabelle searched his eyes, a small smile easing it’s way over her lips.
“I believe you, John….and I love you too.” He kissed the top of her head.
“Forever, Belle. Promise.”
He thought they’d be together forever. That they’d have children, grandchildren. A house on the hill, overlooking the trees of southern Oregon. All they had to do was make it to graduation, just a few short weeks away. John Downing was born here, and raised here. He’d live and die in the borders of this state. He aimed to travel, to see Paris and Rome, all with the green eyed woman clasping his hand beside him. He pictured them standing on the great wall, her sandy blonde hair cascading into the wind. Their parents walking down the length of it a little ahead of them, overjoyed at the ring she wore on her finger.
All they had to do was graduate. That’s not so hard, is it? But at Public Highschool 259, nothing was certain. And when the war of the Correctional Facility began, he’d signed on as a senior. Because the beautiful woman who’s bright eyes he’d promised to love forever had been wide with horror as she was forced into the correctional program by Barkers thugs. Because the sandy blonde hair had been chopped short to the skull in the released updates he’d seen with the rest of the school. And because the Dragons, the Crows and Mr. Winters had promised they’d get their people back.
But as he stood inside the crumbling building, staring into the cell at the body crushed beneath the drugs that had been pumped into her veins, her wide, empty green eyes staring up at the ceiling, he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt what he’d been too afraid to admit to himself before.
They’d lied.
After leaving 259, John traveled east, settling in northern main. After the great war (during which he fought with territory 83) he moved himself back west, settling once more in the city outside Cabal Academy. Though older than most of those attending, John had his ability and refused to join Cabal when it manifested. Now, he had a reason to go back, and was more than ready to enroll and find what it was he should have sought all those years ago.
Justice.
