C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
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H E L L B L A Z E R
J O H N C O N S T A N T I N E ♦ W A R L O C K ♦ L O N D O N
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"Bollocks."
My John is nothing much different from the John Constantine we all know and love. An acidic, working-class warlock tormented by the knowledge he damned a little girl's soul to hell. Now he works tirelessly to try and make up for that, and to do some good in the world before his soul too is lost. John is a regular guy who knows some magic thrown into the deep end of the One Universe.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
Honestly, I think I came up with a fun story for John, and he's a character I've always wanted to play but has never been at the top of my list. Now with this game I finally have that real shot, and I look forward to telling a pulpy, horror-movie-themed story. I usually play the straight up good guys, and while John definitely is a good guy, he's not the easiest one to get along with. Plus, we have so many magical-themed characters this time, that I definitely want to do some crossovers.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
S A M P L E P O S T:
The smell was overpowering, but not wholly unappealing. It hung like a sweetness over the small room, filling every cubic inch of the space, like a thick, candy-like coating. That was the odd thing about this much blood. There was a sweet spot, before the rot really started to kick in, when if you closed your eyes you'd think you were in a sweet shop. It curdled the innards of John Constantine, which at the moment contained little more than cheap beer and some pretzels.
The scene was horrific of course. Three college kids slaughtered by what one would assume would be a wild animal by the look of them. One of the kids' head was gone, John wasn't sure where it was. His body was slumped over the bottom bunk bed, the blood dripping into the puddle bellow with rhythmic consistency. The second, who was a pretty blond thing, John could tell even with the antlers sticking out of her chest, had been impaled on a deer head on the wall. The last one was slumped through a window, shards of glass protruding out her back.
From the door, her heard someone wretch and head back into the pine needle covered forest floor. Shaking his head, he snapped his fingers, produced a small flame, lit his cigarette, and followed.
Outside, he found SHIELD Agent Pandora Peters losing what was left her lunch. After she was done, she stood and let go of her hair, the afro popping back somewhat into place, before she tied it up. He offered her the pack of cigarettes, which she denied, "No thanks. Quit after high school."
"Suit yourself, love. They really do help," John took a long drag off his before turning back to the cabin. "So...I'm as blinkered as anyone, but you're right. There's something going on here."
She looked up at him, half excited, and half like she was going to vomit again, "Really?"
"Surprisingly excited response to the demonic murder of three young people, but I'm not here to judge," Constantine shrugged. "Could feel the energy in there. Lots of anger. Lots of hate. Gonna need to do some more work to see where it came from, but we definitely have something nasty on our hands."
"How much time are you gonna need?" she asked impatiently. "It kills every night."
"Don't worry your pretty little head," Constantine winked. "I'll have this wrapped up in no time."
The scene was horrific of course. Three college kids slaughtered by what one would assume would be a wild animal by the look of them. One of the kids' head was gone, John wasn't sure where it was. His body was slumped over the bottom bunk bed, the blood dripping into the puddle bellow with rhythmic consistency. The second, who was a pretty blond thing, John could tell even with the antlers sticking out of her chest, had been impaled on a deer head on the wall. The last one was slumped through a window, shards of glass protruding out her back.
From the door, her heard someone wretch and head back into the pine needle covered forest floor. Shaking his head, he snapped his fingers, produced a small flame, lit his cigarette, and followed.
Outside, he found SHIELD Agent Pandora Peters losing what was left her lunch. After she was done, she stood and let go of her hair, the afro popping back somewhat into place, before she tied it up. He offered her the pack of cigarettes, which she denied, "No thanks. Quit after high school."
"Suit yourself, love. They really do help," John took a long drag off his before turning back to the cabin. "So...I'm as blinkered as anyone, but you're right. There's something going on here."
She looked up at him, half excited, and half like she was going to vomit again, "Really?"
"Surprisingly excited response to the demonic murder of three young people, but I'm not here to judge," Constantine shrugged. "Could feel the energy in there. Lots of anger. Lots of hate. Gonna need to do some more work to see where it came from, but we definitely have something nasty on our hands."
"How much time are you gonna need?" she asked impatiently. "It kills every night."
"Don't worry your pretty little head," Constantine winked. "I'll have this wrapped up in no time."
P O S T C A T A L O G:
A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed arcs and stories.
