Post by indiansfan01 on Apr 15, 2010 14:10:04 GMT -5
[/font]johnny david cade !
{He’s a real nowhere man, sitting in his Nowhere Land.}[/center]
Name: Johnny David Cade
Nicknames: None
Age: Sixteen
Usergroup: Greaser
Sexuality: Pansexual
Birthday: October 9th
If you feel so empty so used up
Likes :
~Reading
~The Greasers
~Peace
~Children
~Pony
~Dally
Dislike:
~Socs
~His parents
~Violence
~Cruelty
~Feeling abandoned
Strengths:
~Standing up for what he believes in
~Courageous
~Trying to keep the peace
Weaknesses:
~Most of the time he’s passive and quiet
~Doesn’t have the stomach for violence
~Small and very vulnerable for his age
Distinguishing Scars/Marks: Has a scar on his cheek from when he was jumped by the Socs
so let down if you feel so angry
Overall Personality:
Johnny is known as the Greaser’s “pet.” His parents physically and verbally abuse Johnny so he’s always been a jumpy and anxious teenager. He never knew what love and family meant until he joined the Greasers, although he doesn’t condone violence in the least. But Johnny is more than willing to fight if he needs to in self-defense, and he isn’t above carrying a switchblade around ever since he got jumped by the Socs. He had to grow up quick, so he’s very mature for a sixteen-year-old.
Although he’s for the most part quiet and passive, Johnny isn’t afraid to stand up for himself or for others who aren’t being treated right. Johnny learned the value of independence at an early age and hardly ever spends the night at home, for fear of all of the abuse his parents throw at him. He enjoys reading and prides himself on keeping a cool head and trying to keep violence from breaking out.
so ripped off so stepped on
History:
Johnny was raised in an abusive family. When his parents weren’t physically or verbally abusing each other, they were physically or verbally abusing their only child. He couldn’t even begin to count the number of nights he spent sleeping outside, rather than risk going home and getting hurt emotionally or physically. His parents didn’t care enough about him to send him to school, so Johnny taught himself how to read.
He spent the first sixteen years of his life this way, until one day he was jumped by a group of Socs. The man with rings seemed to be the leader of the group. They left Johnny out on the streets to find his own way to a hospital. But it wasn’t long before the Greasers found him and took him in because they think that by helping protect Johnny they’re doing something purposeful and can justify their acts of violence. The Greasers are now the family that Johnny never had but, even though he now has a family, he still goes home to his parents on nights that he think he can bear it, because he would hate for his parents to think that something has happened to him…although he’s sure that his parents wouldn’t care one way or the other.
you're not the only one
How did you find us?: Caution
Time Zone: EST
Rp Sample:
Far and few between were the days when Andrew got a chance to go on shore but he wasn't going to complain about it. The sea was as much his home as Port Royal, the place he had been raised, was. Then why wasn't he spending his shore leave in Port Royal? There was quite a simple reason for that. Thirty-two years ago on this day his brothers, mother, and father, had been killed during a pirate attack on the city. Andrew could never stomach being in his hometown on this day. He had tried it several times already, and it always brought back too many memories that were best not to think about. How the other Royal Navy members would laugh at his sentimentality but Andrew had a heart, despite what they all might believe.
As he walked down the streets, dressed in his full regalia--minus his hat--, for what was more impressive than a man in uniform, he kept his head down, not wanting any company at the moment. Then again, sometimes keeping your head down attracted more attention than walking normally. Andrew didn't care who was watching him, who saw his long brown ponytail swinging around due to the uneven steps he was taking from the uneven cobblestones. He passed after tavern after tavern and shop after shop with no clear destination in mind this night.
Finally, he paused outside a door to one of these taverns and listened. There wasn't a lot of rambunctiousness emanating from the inside. It looked like this was one of the less raucous taverns in the city. Good. He stepped inside, without even bothering to look at the sign hanging over the door, for, as Shakespeare once wrote, what is in a name?
It was just as Andrew had thought. The tavern was sparsely populated with most people inside sitting by themselves. As he made his way across the room, Andrew noticed that he caught quite a lot of eyes. Not surprising, seeing how grandly dressed he was, and Andrew just had an air about him--some would say an air of superiority--that seemed to attract attention wherever he went. Andrew took a seat at one of the back tables and waited until a scantily clad woman came over to take his order. He ordered a whiskey and let out a small sigh as he watched her walk away. Not too long ago he would have been flirting with a woman like that, trying to get her into bed and, if unsuccessful, he would have found himself out on the streets looking for one of those rare male prostitutes. But those days were long gone. Now he was content with giving the waiter a simple thanks as she came back with his drink. It was going to be a long night for Andrew if he spent it alone like this.
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