Post by Johnny Cash Walker on Jun 14, 2012 15:57:52 GMT -5
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Johnny Cash WalkerTHATS MY NAME DONT WEAR IT OUT
Full Name: Johnny Cash Walker
Nickname(s): JC, Cash, Walker, Rock GAWD. I could go on.
Canon/Original/Adoptable: Original
Birthday/Place of Birth: November 18 -- Santa Monica, CA.
Current Residence: Somewhere near Hollywood, CA.
Family: Brother -- Jamie Walker(whereabouts unknown)
Parents -- Timothy and Brenda Walker (deceased) [/left]
IN A BROKEN MIRROR
[/color]Height: 6'2"
Body type: Johnny is tall with an athletic build. He has muscle, but not too much of it.
Skin tone: Golden Tan
Eye color: Green-Blue
Hair color and typical style: Blondish-Brown and long stopping just at his shoulder blades
Played By: Taylor Kitsch
Special Markings: He has various tattoos and a few scars from childhood wounds
My Style: When he lived the high life Johnny dressed in nothing but the best, man. Designer jeans, expensive suits and leather pants, all rock star all the time-- get what I'm saying? Now though, its more like whatever he can find that fits. Usually jeans and tee-shirts.[/right]
IT'S GOOD, Y'ALL
[/color]Likes:
Bikini Weather
Crown Royal
Money
Fame
Women
Sex
Fun
Mischief
Dislikes:
The Zombie Apocalypse
Dead Fans that are trying to eat his brains
Lack of fawning women
The personal hygiene of the women he -does- encounter
Quiet. Where is the music?!
What was/is your characters dream/goals: Before the walkers came Johnny wanted to make it as big as his hero and namesame (Johnny Cash) now he just wants a chance to play on stage again, one more time.
Fears: Sexually transmitted diseases. Oh, and that he may not ever get to play his music to a crowd again.[/left]
Its Who I Am
[/color]Describe your character’s personality (a decent paragraph please):
Johnny is/was your average party hard, entitled, arrogant and at the same time charming rock musician. Before the zombies he lived the high life and partied like a rock star because...well...
It's hard for the man to be serious about any situation given the way he's been able to live recently. Even when it comes to the apocalypse JC thinks its all a big joke and sooner or later life will go back to normal. He's kind of a dick sometimes, because he doesn't think before he talks and he's not real sensitive or squeamish.
Women, hold on to your trousers. He can be real smooth when he wants to be, and has known to have slept with a whole bunch of women under the premise 'This might be our last chance...'
Strengths :
His sense of humor
His size lends some obvious strength
He can run fast, especially when he's scared.
Johnny has world knowledge as he's traveled everywhere. Now that doesn't mean the man is real smart.
Weaknesses :
He can fire a gun but can't hit jack shit.
He doesn't know how to life without room service and a limo driver
His attitude pushes people away sometimes.
He NEEDS attention like the air he breathes.
Habits (smoking, drinking, nail biting, etc): He has been known to drink too much, get too stoned, and sleep with more women than he can handle. And then he doesn't remember their name!
Flaws:: His big left toe is missing the nail. gross!
He's pretty flaky and a drama king. [/right]
Its A Gift
[/color]Skills and Abilities:
Johnny can't shoot a gun or hit a target if it was right in front of him, but he can play most any instrument you put in his hand and his singing voice has been known to make a few women swoon. Not that it does him much good now-a-days. [/left]
We Ain't In Kansas Anymore...
Johnny was born to one of those California moms that thought their kid was the cutest, most talented thing in the world. Which...he might have been, if his mother hadn't ruined him by putting him the business way too early.
JC was spoiled, selfish, and made more money by the time he was 5 and had landed the lead role in the television series ADORABLE ORPHANS than most people did in their whole career.
Of course, a kid couldn't stay a five-year old orphan forever, could he? After the television series was cancelled Johnny went on to do guest spots and commercials, and even landed a movie role or two. It was while working the set on one of those movies did a producer hear JC trying to woo an actress with his guitar and a song did the man realize Johnny's biggest talent was his voice. He told JC he was gonna' go places.
And he did.
It wasn't long after the actor turned singer/songwriter sold out a world wide tour.
He lived the life of a rock star for a number of years until all the drinking, drugs and women started to distract him. Johnny didn't really notice that his albums were shit and no one was really buying tickets to his special appearances anymore.
And then he didn't need to notice, because the world went to hell overnight, and no one goes to see any concerts anymore, do they?!
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
The crowd was still rowdy as Fang and his twin brother cleared the stage of the band’s equipment after the show. Some of the rowdier patrons still stomped and chanted encore!, but after an extra two sets the crew was ready to pack up and get the rock outta’ there.
Fang really couldn’t blame the partiers. The set tonight had been all pulse-pounding, adrenaline-pumping shit, and now that all the pulses were thundering and the adrenaline was flowing, you needed something other than the pop music blaring out of the loud speakers in order to keep up the rush.
The Katagaria shifter wished he could help the mother fuckers out. Grabbing the mic off the stand he struck a rock star pose that had Kane shaking his head and chuckling. The youngest of the pair continued to play, singing into the powered off microphone and swinging his long tawny hair up and down in true head banging style.
In all honesty Fang was a pretty good singer, but he definitely lacked the ‘plays well with others’ enough to join the group.
You’d think, even though he was a wolf wearing human clothing, that he’d been around long enough to gain some decorum. Sadly, Fang had not. He was still all wily wolf and damned proud of it!
Finishing up with the last of the equipment, Fang loped toward his brother and shoved him in a rough, but playful manner. True to their animal forms the brothers nipped and teased one another all the way back to the bar where they took over two stools.
“ I’ll take a bottle of your top shelf.” Fang flashed a grin at the female bartender and then cocked his head in his brother’s direction. “He can’t afford the expensive shit so its bottom of the barrel for him! ”
Kane took the ribbing with a grain of salt (and maybe a slug in the arm or three) and turned his attention to a trio of female dancers on the floor.
Once the bottle of Crown was placed before him along with an empty tumbler, Fang took a swill straight from the container before pouring himself a whiskey neat. He slid around to face the crowd; eerie silver eyes scanning the packed club.
There was a commotion on the dance floor that was swiftly making its way back to where he sat, so the shifter; always ready for a good fight, focused his sharp hearing on the voices barely raised above all the others.
“That’s my old lady you just groped!”
A rough looking biker yelled and shoved another male.
“Well, your old lady is a slut or you’re not taking care of business ‘cause she’s been riding my junk all night!”
Wrong answer. And then the shit hit the fan.
The boyfriend leapt at the other guy, who defended himself by swinging a fist. Unfortunately said fist missed its target, landing a blow at a partier that had previously been uninvolved.
When the third party mistook another stranger for being the one that hit him an all out bar brawl ensued.
Which was just fine as far as the wolf was concerned.
Draining what was left in his glass, Fang clapped his brother on the back and grinned like a kid in the toy store window during Christmas.
“Looks like the party just started.” He said eagerly and leapt off the stool and into the fray.
Fists and hair were already flying when Fang jumped in the middle of two brawlers. Grabbing one of the humans by the collar with one hand the Katagaria tossed him over the crowd; swiftly twirling to sweep the legs out from under two more.
With a feral howl the shifter spun upwards with a punch to some other guy’s chin, sending him backwards into another group of rebels that went down like dominoes.
The scene was utter chaos with people screaming and either running for the door or head long into the melee.
Fang was the latter.Dumb ass wolf.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Mizzy
Your Age: noneya
Other character(s) at STL: a ton of them.
Johnny was born to one of those California moms that thought their kid was the cutest, most talented thing in the world. Which...he might have been, if his mother hadn't ruined him by putting him the business way too early.
JC was spoiled, selfish, and made more money by the time he was 5 and had landed the lead role in the television series ADORABLE ORPHANS than most people did in their whole career.
Of course, a kid couldn't stay a five-year old orphan forever, could he? After the television series was cancelled Johnny went on to do guest spots and commercials, and even landed a movie role or two. It was while working the set on one of those movies did a producer hear JC trying to woo an actress with his guitar and a song did the man realize Johnny's biggest talent was his voice. He told JC he was gonna' go places.
And he did.
It wasn't long after the actor turned singer/songwriter sold out a world wide tour.
He lived the life of a rock star for a number of years until all the drinking, drugs and women started to distract him. Johnny didn't really notice that his albums were shit and no one was really buying tickets to his special appearances anymore.
And then he didn't need to notice, because the world went to hell overnight, and no one goes to see any concerts anymore, do they?!
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
The crowd was still rowdy as Fang and his twin brother cleared the stage of the band’s equipment after the show. Some of the rowdier patrons still stomped and chanted encore!, but after an extra two sets the crew was ready to pack up and get the rock outta’ there.
Fang really couldn’t blame the partiers. The set tonight had been all pulse-pounding, adrenaline-pumping shit, and now that all the pulses were thundering and the adrenaline was flowing, you needed something other than the pop music blaring out of the loud speakers in order to keep up the rush.
The Katagaria shifter wished he could help the mother fuckers out. Grabbing the mic off the stand he struck a rock star pose that had Kane shaking his head and chuckling. The youngest of the pair continued to play, singing into the powered off microphone and swinging his long tawny hair up and down in true head banging style.
In all honesty Fang was a pretty good singer, but he definitely lacked the ‘plays well with others’ enough to join the group.
You’d think, even though he was a wolf wearing human clothing, that he’d been around long enough to gain some decorum. Sadly, Fang had not. He was still all wily wolf and damned proud of it!
Finishing up with the last of the equipment, Fang loped toward his brother and shoved him in a rough, but playful manner. True to their animal forms the brothers nipped and teased one another all the way back to the bar where they took over two stools.
“ I’ll take a bottle of your top shelf.” Fang flashed a grin at the female bartender and then cocked his head in his brother’s direction. “He can’t afford the expensive shit so its bottom of the barrel for him! ”
Kane took the ribbing with a grain of salt (and maybe a slug in the arm or three) and turned his attention to a trio of female dancers on the floor.
Once the bottle of Crown was placed before him along with an empty tumbler, Fang took a swill straight from the container before pouring himself a whiskey neat. He slid around to face the crowd; eerie silver eyes scanning the packed club.
There was a commotion on the dance floor that was swiftly making its way back to where he sat, so the shifter; always ready for a good fight, focused his sharp hearing on the voices barely raised above all the others.
“That’s my old lady you just groped!”
A rough looking biker yelled and shoved another male.
“Well, your old lady is a slut or you’re not taking care of business ‘cause she’s been riding my junk all night!”
Wrong answer. And then the shit hit the fan.
The boyfriend leapt at the other guy, who defended himself by swinging a fist. Unfortunately said fist missed its target, landing a blow at a partier that had previously been uninvolved.
When the third party mistook another stranger for being the one that hit him an all out bar brawl ensued.
Which was just fine as far as the wolf was concerned.
Draining what was left in his glass, Fang clapped his brother on the back and grinned like a kid in the toy store window during Christmas.
“Looks like the party just started.” He said eagerly and leapt off the stool and into the fray.
Fists and hair were already flying when Fang jumped in the middle of two brawlers. Grabbing one of the humans by the collar with one hand the Katagaria tossed him over the crowd; swiftly twirling to sweep the legs out from under two more.
With a feral howl the shifter spun upwards with a punch to some other guy’s chin, sending him backwards into another group of rebels that went down like dominoes.
The scene was utter chaos with people screaming and either running for the door or head long into the melee.
Fang was the latter.Dumb ass wolf.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Mizzy
Your Age: noneya
Other character(s) at STL: a ton of them.
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