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 Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 7:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 7:53 pm
BASICS
• Name: John Nguyen
• Nickname: N/A
• Gender: male
• Age and Birth Date: 28; born October 9th, 1988
• Occupation: Freelance Artist – Part time File Clerk.
APPEARANCE
Height: 5:10
Hair: Black
Eyes: Deep Brown
John is almost as average as his name, not a body builder by any rate but not husky either. He looks in shape but probably would be hard pressed to do anything ‘super physical’ – most of his exercise comes from moving heavy boxes, and stairs.
Favoring darker clothing with occasional bolder patterns He shops thrift stores when the choice is his own, or when family is present then out come the dreaded polo shirts. He’d much rather wear a button down shirt over a comfortable t-shirt.
His hair is Longer, though it’s pulled back out if his face in a ponytail, a look he opted for because someone back in High school told him it would look good on him, after that it’s become a habit more than a conscious choice, his art is less for his clothing (save for coordinating colors and choosing patterns he finds astatically appealing) and more for his papers and tablet.
He wears a great deal of bracelets when he can, Lokai being the current trendy choice.
Just girly enough with his long hair and leaning towards slender frame that he’s been mistaken for a girl in passing a few times.
PERSONALITY
In High school and College John was better than average for grades, but fundamentally forgettable in all other regards. While he made Deans list several times, and graduated ‘c** Laude” its not likely that he made much of a lasting impression. He didn’t drink before his time, or smoke anything more interesting than Clove Cigarettes, his parents, while they wholly embraced the American Culture – still emphasized that Study and grades came first.
This push towards academics and his own preference for fantasy worlds unleashed on paper and in his computer led him to have fairly minimal contact with people outside his classes. Not that he was rude; he’s just generally too quiet and withdrawn to have ever thought about pushing
Himself out to make more friends.
When he does make friends though his manners go from withdrawn and guarded to honestly animated, sometimes snarky or sarcastic, but always with an edge of apology because he’s just not that good at letting himself be open.
DEITY
John is Chosen of Dionysus – he is at his core a free spirit, a dreamer and while he finds it hard to express it without people he trusts, he can be quite animated and open, passionate about the arts. It can’t hurt that he does enjoy a good Drink with good company even if his art turns out something less than stellar after a few are under his belt.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 7:54 pm
Recruitment -
Honestly the last thing he would have expected out of that day, or any day was for Aragorn to break the script one of his favorite movies. Honestly he’d had it on as a sort of background noise while he did the ‘inks’ in his latest piece of digital art. Just someone’s roll play character for one of those on line RP forums, and had he not been almost able to recite a large portion of the movie lines he might not have been so startled when the line changed.
“I am Dionysus” Declared Aragorn.
John froze, staring at the screen, and the absolutely wrong twist that the movie had just taken. He made a huge and unfortunate, though blessedly ‘undo’ able thick black line at an angle across the current figure he’d been lining because he set his hand down on the touch sensitive tablet.
His first absurd thought was of course ‘No, you’re not.’ In an unspoken counter to Aragorn’s ‘mistaken’ announcement, but the rugged Ranger was already continuing.
“And I have Chosen you. If you accept my blessing, someone will come by within the next week to recruit you, and you will say yes, because it will mean magic in your life.” – continued ‘Aragorn/Dionysus’.
After that there was a long, perhaps awkward silence where John sat there, staring at an oddly expectant faced Aragorn, while he wondered if this was a sign of over work or just some kind of brain aneurysm.
“This is where you say Yes, or No.” Prompted the ‘Aragorn/Dionysus’ after the long pause extended to the point where even John was uncomfortable.
“Sorry!” was the immediate reply as John sat up, having been hunched to the point of back ache over his tablet, and leaning forward to stare at the screen, reaching for, but not touching the screen, amazed what he was seeing. “Ah…I mean, um.” He felt his face heat with the embarrassment of his standard ‘startled to stuttering and generally inarticulate’.
“I mean… Yes? Yes, wow… wow…I mean. Wow…” He stammered out. ‘Aragorn’ looked…pleased and with a small stutter, and a hiccup of audio the video resumed, exactly from the line that should have been there before it had become “My name is Dionysus”.
John stared, and stared, and then glanced back to his drawing before swearing and hitting ‘Undo’ enough times to remove the thick black line that had nearly bisected his current artwork.
Had that been real?
He started to wonder, if it had been real, why Dionysus? – Before realizing as he wondered this that he was reaching for the tall glass of dark beer that was sitting on the corner of his desk.
“Right, Magic.” He muttered, and took a long drink before hitting ‘save file’ deciding that maybe he’d had enough fantasy for one night.
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