Post by july on Jul 4, 2011 2:30:21 GMT -5
JOHN WINSTON LENNON
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► FULL NAME: “What, you mean you don’t know? You not read the papers, sir? It’s John Lennon. John Winston Lennon, if ya wanna be formal.”
► NICKNAMES: “Oh, what do the girls call me, you mean? Johnny, Johnny Boy, Handsome, Good-looking... Oh, yes, that’s other one. ‘Mr. Lennon’. Yer so stuffy.”
► PLAY BY: John Lennon.
► SEX: “Oh, yes, every day. What? Oh, you mean that sex. My apologies. I’m a male, sir, see? Lookit this face. All man.”
► AGE & DOB: “I turn twenty three this October, on the ninth.”
► NATIONALITY: “You’re not a fan, are ya? Liverpool, sir.”
► SEXUALITY: “What kind of barny question is this? I like girls, mate.” Bisexual. But shh, it’s a secret.
► MARITAL STATUS: “Cynthia and I were married last August, on the... twenty third, I believe. Only been a couple’a months, eh?”
► OCCUPATION: “I get paid to sing songs and wiggle about onstage. Momma would be proud.”
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► HEIGHT: 5’11”
► WEIGHT: 162 lbs.
► BUILD: “I’m a scrawny lad. All skin ‘n bones, yeah? Lookit me, no muscle atall. Birds seem to love it, though, so I can’t complain.”
► SKIN TONE: Pale. Oh so pale.
► DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: “Me whole face is pretty bloody distinguishable, mate.”
► LIKES: at least five
► DISLIKES: at least five
► OVERALL PERSONALITY: at least one paragraph
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► HOMETOWN: where they were born/raised
► CURRENT RESIDENCE: where they live now
► FAMILY: mother, father, siblings, spouse, children
► HISTORY: Self explanatory
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► ALIAS: JULY, JULY~
► OTHER CHARACTERS: zilch mczippo
► WHERE YOU FOUND US: C-C-C-CAUTION
► ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE:
Keith’s lazy opening of the door disappointed John; he’d figured his friend probably wouldn’t fall for the ruse, but he’d managed to fool him more than once with the joke and having it not work now was a bit of a letdown. Seeing Keith in the middle of a panic attack, frantically trying to hide everything illegal (a category under which most of his possessions could be placed) was high on the list of the funniest things John had ever seen. Disappointments aside, though, it was good to see Keith’s ratty old face smirking up at him. He matched the man’s expression with a grin and waltzed into the hotel room, turning about to give Keith a pat on the cheek. “Keith, my dear child, nothing is ever in order around you.” To emphasize this, he turned around and stuck his arms in the air, motioning at the mess around him. “Look at this place! Kings have never lived better.” Laughing to himself, he flung his jacket off and threw it onto the couch with a flourish. His point made, he headed directly towards the kitchen, hoping to mooch a little something off the lad.
As he opened up the tiny fridge that came with the hotel, he suddenly remembered his manners and started balancing on one leg, trying to get his shoes off without falling over and ultimately failing. “Where’re Mick ‘nd the rest?” Ah, one shoe off. He flung it into the living room, not looking to see where it landed. “Did they leave you here all by your little lonesome, Keef?” The last shoe was a bugger, and he hopped into the room where Keith was, leaning against the wall for support. John was generally this informal with everyone; even if you were just an acquaintance, if he knew you, your house was his house. This might have seemed annoying to some people, but John always managed to make it endearing, if not downright entertaining. Especially when it came to his damn shoes. But, Keith was a bit different. John always treated the man like family; he was incredibly open with him, and hanging out with the Stone was one of the few times he was able to really cut loose. So, he took advantage of it.
Finally managing to wrench his shoe off, he flung it in Keith’s general direction and made his way back into the little kitchen, scrummaging through the ice box shelves. “They put out all the stops for you, didn’t they?” He grabbed the package of cheese that had caught his eye, heading back into the living room to show the other man. “Look at this.” He pointed at a part of the label that spelled out “GOURMET” in big, fancy letters, looking very serious. “You can’t find cheese like this anywhere, mate. This is fancy.” He unwrapped the cheese and headed back into the kitchen, very much enthralled with the little package. “Lucky git. I don’t get gourmet cheese.”
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