Post by Johnny Delacroix on Nov 6, 2005 18:06:06 GMT
Name.
Dr. Johnathen Delacroix. "Johnny" to you.
Age.
29
D.O.B
10/30/1976
Height.
6'2"
Weight
140 lbs
Hair style
Light blonde, varied lengths, usually kept uncombed. It's perfect how it is.
Eye Colour
A very grayish blue.
Physical Description: (At least three line para, think like an intro)
Heavy metal music could be heard faintly down the hall. Yet as the blonde grooved his way toward the cafeteria, that music could be heard growing increasingly louder. He had headphones set securely over his ears. Not the little inner-ear dinky headphones, either. The large padded type that nearly covered the whole ear. And the music could still be heard. Messy honey-colored hair flew in varied directions as he tossed his head from side to side. Johnny was on his lunch break. He loved his breaks. Though his grin was as bright as the sun, and his eyes held that kind of look like someone quite stoned, he could actually be professional when he wanted to be. Amazing to think. "All in all, you're just another brick in the wall!" His voice held a very thick Louisiana accent. He bopped a little in his step along the way to the coffee machine. He lived for the stuff. Singing turned to humming while preparing a cup. Plenty of sugar. Over a very well-toned but not over-muscular body was a form-fitting black turtleneck sweater. Black trousers on his lower half, the cotton kind. Johnny spared no comfort. On his feet were a pair of heavy black combat boots. "I don't need no arms around me, I don't need no drugs to calm me! I have seen the writing on the wall. Don't think I need anything at allllll.. sides coffee!" He did a little spin while sipping at his styrofoam cup. He was very perky for someone dressed like a goth, complete with thick black eyeliner beneath huge grey-blue doe eyes. And he couldn't sing very well, either. Crumpled paper bombs abound from his audience.
Situation and Occupation before the Collapse: (Ten years ago remember, again at least a paragraph)
Before the collapse, Johnny was a top student at a very prestigious university in Medias. He worked at a coffee shop while studying drugs, medicines, poisons and the like. He received his doctorate in medicine, as well as a bad drug habit. A habit for making and consuming homemade drugs. Those drugs settled into his system, giving him a sort of permanent aware dementia. He's high whether he wants to be or not, anymore. But he's functioning. And despite all of his troubles, still hasn't found an antidote yet.
Situation and Occupation Presently:(again, at least a paragraph)
Presently he works for the DPS, as a medic and crime scene forensics. He'd set up his own lab at home, and though his apartment is a chaotic mess, it's mostly books. Stacks upon piles of books. With the occasional shirt or pair of boxers tossed among them. He consumes coffee as if it were the only thing keeping him alive, smokes strong cigarettes, and though he can tell the difference between reality and delusion, he often hallucinates. It hasn't effected his work or studies yet, though. For this reason, he doesn't bother telling anyone about it. On the very rare occasion if a civilian asks nicely enough and gives him the right incentive, he'll make drugs for them. But one would have to trade something pretty damn decent (or pretty damn decent in his opinion) for them, he doesn't make world-class intoxicants for just anyone who walks in his door. He doesn't take physical favors in trade.
Address: (eg, Tower 43, Floor 15, Apartment 15/2)
Tower 347, floor 7, apartment 7/7
Skills:
Medicine, drugs, poisons, things of that like. He can use his knowledge either for medicinal healing purposes, to kill someone quickly and efficiently, or just get a prisoner to talk. All kinds of things.
Aspirations:
Johnny wishes some day to find the right mix of drugs to fix his brain. Otherwise, he has no real aspirations. He works for the DPS because he has nothing else to do besides studying and working in his mini-lab.
Dr. Johnathen Delacroix. "Johnny" to you.
Age.
29
D.O.B
10/30/1976
Height.
6'2"
Weight
140 lbs
Hair style
Light blonde, varied lengths, usually kept uncombed. It's perfect how it is.
Eye Colour
A very grayish blue.
Physical Description: (At least three line para, think like an intro)
Heavy metal music could be heard faintly down the hall. Yet as the blonde grooved his way toward the cafeteria, that music could be heard growing increasingly louder. He had headphones set securely over his ears. Not the little inner-ear dinky headphones, either. The large padded type that nearly covered the whole ear. And the music could still be heard. Messy honey-colored hair flew in varied directions as he tossed his head from side to side. Johnny was on his lunch break. He loved his breaks. Though his grin was as bright as the sun, and his eyes held that kind of look like someone quite stoned, he could actually be professional when he wanted to be. Amazing to think. "All in all, you're just another brick in the wall!" His voice held a very thick Louisiana accent. He bopped a little in his step along the way to the coffee machine. He lived for the stuff. Singing turned to humming while preparing a cup. Plenty of sugar. Over a very well-toned but not over-muscular body was a form-fitting black turtleneck sweater. Black trousers on his lower half, the cotton kind. Johnny spared no comfort. On his feet were a pair of heavy black combat boots. "I don't need no arms around me, I don't need no drugs to calm me! I have seen the writing on the wall. Don't think I need anything at allllll.. sides coffee!" He did a little spin while sipping at his styrofoam cup. He was very perky for someone dressed like a goth, complete with thick black eyeliner beneath huge grey-blue doe eyes. And he couldn't sing very well, either. Crumpled paper bombs abound from his audience.
Situation and Occupation before the Collapse: (Ten years ago remember, again at least a paragraph)
Before the collapse, Johnny was a top student at a very prestigious university in Medias. He worked at a coffee shop while studying drugs, medicines, poisons and the like. He received his doctorate in medicine, as well as a bad drug habit. A habit for making and consuming homemade drugs. Those drugs settled into his system, giving him a sort of permanent aware dementia. He's high whether he wants to be or not, anymore. But he's functioning. And despite all of his troubles, still hasn't found an antidote yet.
Situation and Occupation Presently:(again, at least a paragraph)
Presently he works for the DPS, as a medic and crime scene forensics. He'd set up his own lab at home, and though his apartment is a chaotic mess, it's mostly books. Stacks upon piles of books. With the occasional shirt or pair of boxers tossed among them. He consumes coffee as if it were the only thing keeping him alive, smokes strong cigarettes, and though he can tell the difference between reality and delusion, he often hallucinates. It hasn't effected his work or studies yet, though. For this reason, he doesn't bother telling anyone about it. On the very rare occasion if a civilian asks nicely enough and gives him the right incentive, he'll make drugs for them. But one would have to trade something pretty damn decent (or pretty damn decent in his opinion) for them, he doesn't make world-class intoxicants for just anyone who walks in his door. He doesn't take physical favors in trade.
Address: (eg, Tower 43, Floor 15, Apartment 15/2)
Tower 347, floor 7, apartment 7/7
Skills:
Medicine, drugs, poisons, things of that like. He can use his knowledge either for medicinal healing purposes, to kill someone quickly and efficiently, or just get a prisoner to talk. All kinds of things.
Aspirations:
Johnny wishes some day to find the right mix of drugs to fix his brain. Otherwise, he has no real aspirations. He works for the DPS because he has nothing else to do besides studying and working in his mini-lab.
