more rp stuff.
player info.
name/handle: Remus
contact info: lovely_revulsion [at] yahoo [dot] com ; Remuke bb @ AIM
personal journal: stopping
previous characters: N/A
character info.
character name: Johnny Rayflo
canon & medium: Vassalord ; manga
age & species: Assuming him to be around 300-600, looks to be in his 30's; vampire.
appearance: no homo, no homo.
previous rpg memories: N/A
timeline: Chapter 17, after being batted/swept away by Barry into the sewers.
background/history link: Wiki kind of sucks, so here's something I typed up specifically for application purposes. I'll be taking him from the near-middle of chapter 17, as he gets dragged into the sewers.
personality: Johny is a riddle wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a cloak pretending to be the most homosexually straight vampire on the face of the earth. He acts nonchalant, aloof, and oh-so-gay, but only one of those is not a ploy. In his past, Johnny was a knight, loyal and kind, and he's retained some of that over the years. He's still quite chivalrous, a gentleman through and through. He's polite, well-spoken, and is usually pretty flirtatious and genial with everyone around him. It would seem that he's just a laid-back, cheerful guy, ready and willing to just go with whatever life throws at him, but that's not quite true. He is rather laid back and cheerful, but he does try to do what is necessary to keep himself and those important to him [read: Cherry~ ♥] safe. For a good long while, that involved avoiding the hell out of Barry, canceling their "dinners", and just generally hiding out from him. Because really, no one poses a bigger threat than he. Johnny knows how insane, possessive, and violent Barry is, has lived with it for far too long, and it's something he's tried to keep Charley safe from.
Speaking of whom, Charley, sweet little Chris, his precious Cherry, has somehow wormed himself into his heart like the most disgusting of heartworms, ever since that fateful day back in the graveyard. It's unclear exactly why Johnny decided to make him into a vampire; from canon evidence, he's thoroughly against any and all instances of taking fresh, human blood, even more so against creating more vampires, even going so far as to subsist off of blood packs after he ditches Barry for Cherry. He sees him as a son, or perhaps something a little more; Charley's safety is more important than his own, having tried his hardest to keep Barry from discovering his existence and leaving him to go back to Barry once he does find out. It's his own backwards way of protecting him; if Barry doesn't think Cherry matters to him so much, then he should have no interest in him. He loves him, that much is certain. Cherry is near and dear to his heart, and he expresses it by ceaselessly taunting and teasing him, calling him all manner of strange nicknames and making fun of him whenever possible. He acts somewhat impish around him, letting the cool demeanor slip away; possibly, this is a ploy to drive him even more insane, but it seems to be his way of showing that he knows that he can be as he is with Chris, that he knows he's safe and with good company. But he takes what Charley says to heart, puts his full belief and trust in him. In fact, Charley may or may not be the only one he does trust so much.
He is, as mentioned, an obscene flirt, even when he doesn't necessarily feel it. For example, chapter three, regarding Miranda Segal. Upon the discovery of a time bomb on the plane they're on, he demands that all passengers be buckled, and that they land at the nearest airport immediately. Concerned for the safety of those around him, and he still does treasure human life very much, despite his being a creature that by all rights feeds on it. He, Charley, and Miranda leap out of the plane to keep the bomb from killing everyone else [not so much by her own choice, but eh], and as soon as she wakes up, is consumed by a bloodlust. He tells Chris that vampire or not, she's still a lady, and you must always treat a lady right. And after she wakes up and comes to her senses later in a hotel room, he proceeds to flirt and smooth-talk her, even though he's secretly dying on the inside. Literally. Begging for Cherry to save him and all. One might ask why, if he wasn't interested in her, did he flirt to the point that she kissed him and wanted to "go all the way" SOB CHERRY WHERE ARE YOU with him? Well. Being a gentleman, as he puts it.
About Barry, Rayfell, and Hal; if not pure, undistilled hatred, then he has a strong, strong dislike towards him. Barry is the embodiment of the demon that Johnny made the deal with, some sort of incubus that has a penchant for sadism and humiliation that Johnny seemingly cannot escape from. In the beginning, it seems he used to live with Barry, and though Johnny would run, he was always found. So it seems that, at the beginning of the manga, before eloping with Cherry, they had scheduled "dinners" from time to time, though that ceased after eloping. He thinks Barry to be disgusting, a sick son of a bitch who should go back to the Hell he came from. Rayell isn't greeted with quite so much vitriol, though it's safe to say that they aren't on the best of terms. They tolerate each other, even worked together on the case that introduced she and Cheryl, and obviously share the same face. But where she enjoys Barry's company, he doesn't, and even though she was created of him, he doesn't see her as a part of him at all. She is her own separate being. If she's a kind of skanky lesbo, that's her prerogative, not his, and she can take it elsewhere. Hal is..a special case with him. Johnny seems to like children, being just as kind to them as he is to women and probably the elderly. But, as he says in the manga, Hal feels different, like a vampire, but not quite. It puts him off, makes him act somewhat colder. He's not sure what to make of the kid, and he doesn't trust him because of it.
Despite being the cheery, kind, suave person he puts himself off as, he's still incredibly secretive. The only people who seem to truly know him are Barry and Rayfell, and even then, they don't know all there is to know about him. Cherry knows only the side of him that he's seen, the almost overbearing, protective, somewhat irritating man; he has no idea of Johnny before that, and Johnny is happy to keep it that way. In the right situations, he has a sort of quiet desperation that he tries to hide, and though he tries to play everything off as a joke, he can still be wounded by things that are said in jest to him. He tends to keep his own agendas, though they aren't anything that could hurt anyone, and can be selfish from time to time, i.e. near-abandoning Chris in order to stave off Barry. He does what he thinks to be right, and doesn't often see the need to explain his actions; they're enough for him, a way to keep those close to him safe, and so it's fine with him.
abilities: ☆ Changing into a bat/cloud of bats
☆ Accelerated healing
☆ Some weird....whip-like thing
☆ Can apparently freeze/unfreeze himself and other things, though it's never actually witnessed in the manga
☆ Has more blood than anyone in the world. )8 - as such, can survive for extended periods of time without consuming blood
☆ Doesn't actually get dressed; can shift energy into clothing
☆ Can sense other vampires/gauge how dangerous they are based off of it
☆ Can..summon/create maids from his blood... >>;;
any plans for your character here? Not especially, perhaps seeing how he'd work in such a strange environ?
possessions: ☆ His....blood maid things?
☆ A pack of cigarettes and lighter
☆ His delicious delicious ass.
samples.
sample journal entry: [ a thud here, and a loud oof, followed by a curse. ]
That bastard-- If he so much as lays a... hand... on Cherry...
[ and silence, taking in his surroundings and the Junogam, before there's a long, low chuckle. ]
Well. Looks like Dorothy's not in Kansas anymore. Has anyone seen Toto? He's about yea high, with glasses and a bowl cut. Don't tease him about it, though, he'll get mad. [ sigh ] So, Willaknapp, huh? Sounds like it's a long way from home...
Cherry, hurry up and save the princess, yeah? Even if he's in an entirely new castle.
third-person sample: [ recycled from an app that I did not submit to amatomnes, I hope that's okay. If not, I'll be happy to write something else. ]
He felt good.
That was the first thing he noticed. A languid stretch, bare skin brushing against soft sheets, and Johnny kept his eyes closed, just rearranged himself in the bed to be more comfortable. It wasn’t unheard of that he woke up in such a state: naked, relaxed, pleased with himself and life in general. That was what his life with Charley had become these days, and he couldn’t ask for anything more. It was comfortable, even fun, and while it was inevitable that the past catch up to him, he was more than happy to take advantage of these quiet moments when he could. That was his plan, and he was more than happy to adhere to it.
A quiet groan, and the skin of his chest, thighs, and abdomen stung a little as he rolled onto his belly, though that, too, was commonplace. Just a little reminder of the activities of the previous night, and Johnny chuckled quietly, low in his throat as he remembered. For all of his complaining and whining about Chris’ habits, he really was a good son. He took care to keep his father comfortable, never bit so hard as to really injure him, always stayed close until he woke. None of the gore and horror as his life before Chris, and Johnny wondered if he appreciated him more for it. Speaking of whom...
“Mn, Cherryyy~ What time is it?”
He paused for a moment, waiting for his answer, but silence was the only response he received. There was a slight crease of his brow, consternation crossing his face. Was Chris ignoring him? He hadn’t done anything to exacerbate the situation last night; in fact, it had been Chris’ own fault for starving himself to the breaking point again. There had been only mild teasing, another mock battle to so that Chris could excuse himself for getting close enough to bite him. Johnny couldn’t recall doing anything out of the ordinary, anything that would merit being ignored like this. Or maybe..
Maybe he was just feeling embarrassed about how enthusiastic he’d been? That was just like him, and a small smile curved Johnny’s lips as he considered it.
But when he opened his eyes, there was no bashful, concerned son to worry over his dinner-induced anemia, no Cherry to reproach him for sleeping so late, no Chris that quickly hid the look of relief on his face. That in itself wasn’t such a cause for worry; from time to time, Chris preferred to sit in the outer room and let Minear come and tell him when his master had awoken.
What was unnerving was that, although it felt like his bed, felt like just another good night with his son...it wasn’t. It completely, obviously wasn’t, and Johnny sat up, winced a little as the puncture wounds still scattered across his body protested the sudden movement. It felt like his bed at the mansion, yes; all draping curtains and sheets as soft as sin, but that most certainly wasn’t his room beyond the boundaries of the bed. A cursory glance around to confirm the fact, and he took a deep breath, willing his mind not to stray to darker possibilities. There was no way it could have been a prank. He’d have woken up for sure. And if it had been Barry, well.
He wouldn’t be able to move at all. Plain and simple. Likely missing a piece of his spine again, and he refused to even acknowledge the memory for more than a second.
A dark form by the foot of the bed caught his eye, and he crawled over to it, ignoring the brush of cool air over naked skin and only stopping once as his knee caught the wire tangled around his neck. That was Chris’, for certain, but why was it around his neck? Something to be puzzled out later, though, and his fingers tangled in soft cotton and denim as he reached out to the offending squares of color. His clothing? Had Chris laid it out for him? Johnny laughed quietly, wasn’t about to admit to himself that it almost sounded nervous. Chris knew that wasn’t necessary; he was more than capable of forming his own. But when he focused his concentration, some desired outfit in mind, nothing happened.
Well. That was strange. Normally, it would just appear on him in a whoosh of air. What in the world was going on?
Johnny dressed quickly after giving himself a quick once-over with the sheets, to wipe away droplets of blood and-
Well. Perhaps Cherry wasn’t so cherry anymore. But that was even more worrisome, if the change of scenery hadn’t been his precious son’s doing, either. Chris was such a devout Catholic, he’d probably gone out and killed himself for indulging like that. He barely forgave himself for giving in to his need for blood. What would he do if he’d actually had sex? Never mind that suicide was one of the cardinal sins, it would be just like him to freak out like that over such a little thing. The possibilities were horrifying. Johnny strode across the room, inspecting it for any signs as to where he or Chris might be, with all the confidence and disgruntled manner of a man in a strange place who was trying not to let it show that he was unnerved, and that damn wire was still caught around his neck. He growled, tugged at it and hissed as exposed copper bit into his hand rather than loosening at all.
Great. He was wandering around some strange place with wire stuck around his neck, any sign of Chris was nowhere to be found, and he’d gotten laid without realizing it, probably without even getting to enjoy it. Things simply couldn’t get much better, could it?