[b]Name:[/b] Johnathan Allerd
[b]Gender[/b] Male
[b]Age[/b] 19

[b]History[/b]
"I guess I could present my history to you like this... It's fairly simple really. I grew up in large home with a mother and no father. He was around but not actually [i]around[/i]. He worked forever and provided what he could which was everything. The house? Three stories, there was a floor above and below the ground level. It was much too large for two people even with all our belongings so we found ways to fill in the spaces. My mother invited men over. I filled in those spaces with more emptiness. I'd leave occasionally... all the time. Blow steam... live. That was basically it... since I can remember.

The streets were my playground but the thing was... well I'm cursed you see. I was too damn smart for my own good. Grades didn't reflect my intentions all too well. Math, Science History... everything in between. By the time I was in my tenth year of grade school, I spoke three fluent languages. Didn't know why I understood this shit so well but I did... and it didn't help at all. People tend to stick to those they understand and few understood me... so I had to adapt. While Mom spent her nights slutting away, bathing herself in my father's wealth... I spent my nights trying to kill myself.

Okay not literally. Just my lifestyle... it seemed like I always had both my feet dangling over my grave. Clothes, fast women, faster cars. Now that I think about it, it was the money that open the world to me... not the bullshit in my head. Every night it was something new... It'd start slow as it always did. Suggestions from friends, pushing each other past the limits. We steal a car for fucks. Drive it around town a little to fast. Hit a liquor store. Abandoned houses. Abandoned roads. Abandon ourselves in each other. Drugs followed, nasty shit that made us forget. It was a euphoria I didn't want. I didn't want to feel attached... I wanted to feel alive. Drugs were passed for adrenaline... street racing, dodging cops, breaking in to houses that were three classes below my own.

We'd get caught every now and again but of course... money. Money was the key to everything. Money and ignorance. My mom never fucking cared. Neither did I. My father? Eh. When I thought about it... ignorance was truly bliss.

But of course the world loves to take a shit on your fun. Jessica was her name. She was smart and dumb at the same time, being a step ahead of the others but five behind me and that's why I empathized with her. It was always a chase, I was running and she was catching up. Until she hit a wall. I wall I put in front of her.

Yea... ignorance. Don't listen to her telling you to stop. That I might be moving too fast. That one day I'll lose... don't listen.

Well I'm listening now. My eyes are open and for the first time I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I was approached the other day by some men. Business like. Said they had an opportunity for me. A chance to start anew. It sounds... perfect."

[b]Personality:[/b]
Despite the recounting of his history, Johnathan is actually quite pleasant... if not a bit prideful. Having picked up numerous skills both inside and outside the classroom, John has a nasty habit of showing off. He's articulate and exercises this particular skill extensively, constantly making sure that whatever is being discussed he can engage with ease. More often than not, if there is commotion or excitement in a crowd, interpreted as you will.... John can usually be found at the center of it all.

He's managed to suppress his childhood and the traumatic events that landed him behind bars allowing a much more easy going and charismatic John to come to the fore. He's naturally intelligent, thoughtful... at times unconventional with ideas. Now as a young adult, he's much more comfortable with this side of him than before and all though his bad side is still very much a part of him, it coexists with his more benevolent intentions.

Aggression can be triggered by insulting him directly or someone close to him... and at times if he's been bested at something he thinks he's really good at.

[b]Likes:[/b]
-Woman
-Cars
-Clothes
-Food (specifically pasta)
-Sleep
-Getting the better of peers
-Ideas

[b]Dislikes:[/b]
-Other cocky people like himself
-Authority... a little bit
-Cops
-Mother and Father
-Vegetables
-Hamsters... morbid fear.

((I'll find a picture soon.))