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Mar. 21st, 2013 02:01 pm || Player Information ||
Name: Anna
Personal Journal:< user name=2a2n>
Time zone: GMT +8
Contact: anelegantmyth@gmail.com and no aim sorry
Current Characters: n/a
|| Character Information ||
Fandom: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Name: Johnny C.
Canon Point: After issue 6 where he comes back from hell.
History:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Johnny_the_Homicidal_Maniac_characters#Johnny_.22Nny.22_C.
http://jhonenvasquez.wikia.com/wiki/Johnny_C.
Personality:
An artist who lost his muse and lost his mind in the process, Johnny is the embodiment of insanity. He was never really one to socialize with people. Actually, he tends to avoid any and every social situation imaginable (with the exception if talking to his victims and Squee…and Devi). He’s a paranoid guy who’s just trying to live his life one day at a time.
Johnny has some very prevalent mental issues. He talks to inanimate objects, he admits to being unhappy, he also admits to the fact that the closest thing he had to a best friend was a man he had a good five minute conversation with before he murdered and the bunny that he fed once then nailed to a pole in him house (aka Nail Bunny) and he easily gets ticked off by the smallest things from people calling him out on his looks to a roach that randomly walks passed him. But the thing is, he doesn’t hold anything back when he’s mad or agitated. He will kill anyone who crosses him.
He believes is other beings. He knows there’s a god and a devil but he doesn’t have a religion. He believes the there’s a force out there that’s keeping him from dying and what’s forcing him to do horrible acts. That force being represented by the bloody wall in his home.
Johnny can’t really remember his back story. He gets slight flashes but that’s just about it. Though it is said that he used to be a brilliant artist but lost his talent and instead began killing to fill in the void in his life. It is also said that he had witnessed the death of his parents by a “horrible man”. He moved to a new town to start fresh as an artist but once he arrived to his new home, he found a wall. A bloodied wall that was holding back a vile, evil creature and the only way to keep it from breaking the barrier is to keep painting the wall with fresh blood. This was probably how Johnny started. Later on he found the different floors in him home filled with different torture machines and tool, which in turn, taught him many colorful ways to kill a person.
He never sleeps. He finds it both questionable and a waste of time and thus. He doesn’t do it.
As stated above, Johnny talks to inanimate objects. They are called his “voices” and he has four very notable ones. He has Nail Bunny which is the closest thing he’ll ever have to a conscience. Think Jiminy Cricket but instead of a cricket, he’s a rotting bunny carcass nailed to a pole. Then there are the Styrofoam Pillsbury dough boys, Psycho Doughnut Boy (or D-Boy) and Mr.Eff, they represent the sides of Johnny’s insanity and both brought about by the fear of knowing something was out to get him (i.e. the bloody wall). D-Boy represents his self-loathing, constantly telling Johnny to kill himself and end all of this. Mr. Eff is the side of Johnny that fears that wall. He’s the voice that constantly reminds Johnny of his task to paint the wall. He tells him how his life was meant to serve the wall but little does Johnny know that the more he gives into the wall, the stronger his voices become (eventually being able to physical manifest themselves as walking, walking Styrofoam doughboys and a floating severed bunny head that actually has the ability to follow Johnny around his house.) Lastly there’s Reverend Meat, basically a Bub’s Burger Boy that keeps telling him to act a little more human. He came a after Johnny’s death so he’s not as powerful as the first three voices.
Though he believes in the fact that he lost all his talent, Johnny still makes comics. His only artistic project is called Happy Noodle Boy which basically revolves around this insane stick figure that screams random things at people and then gets killed in the end. It’s still a mystery as to why he created a character like that but a likely guess would be that HNB is the only way he could express himself artistically without having to kill anyone.
Johnny hates humanity. He believes them to be the vile stink of the earth and that, by killing them, he’d be doing the world a favor. However there are a chosen few who he tries to keep close to him, these people being his neighbor Squee, who he looks after like a little brother, and Devi, his love interest gone wrong. Johnny can’t really properly reciprocate feelings which was why he tried to kill Devi the moment they were about to kiss because he wanted to “immortalize the moment”. He was so sure she would forget about him the moment she walked out the door and now he just feels pure regret for what he had almost done to her and still thinks of her often.
He has somewhat messed up morals but he’s never felt sexually attracted to anyone and thus the thought of people sexually assaulting victims before killing them “the way he does it” disgusts him.
But other than the fact that he’s an insane mass murderer who believes that his entire life is being run by a wall in his house, he’s still somewhat of a happy guy.
Sure most of the time he’s sad, resenting humanity and contemplating life. But there are those rare occasions when he’s able to enjoy the stupid things like watching stuff on tv, listening to good music as he prances along the side walk (after a mass murder or two), going out to buy a cherry brain freezy and a taco, or driving to the highest point of his town to look down on people with a massive grin plastered on his face.
He’s been through heaven, hell and back. He’s gone to a mental hospital to get some sleep and he’s killed more than a million people.
But for a small moment in time, he did find inner peace…but that won’t stop him from killing though.
Skills | Powers:
Johnny knows many different, unique and colorful ways to kill people. That being said, he’s good with knives, weapons, power tools and anything sharp. He knows how to make bombs because he does use them at the end of his mass murders as a grand finale or when he’s too lazy to kill a huge group of people one by one. Johnny knows how to do things without being caught, like kill someone and drain their blood without anyone actually noticing him (but it is said that that ability came from being “protected” but an outside force). But he cannot, for the life of him, fight.
First Person Sample:
[the screen is black, but there we hear the faint audio of a knife being sharpened.]
So this is how it all begins hm? Alright, I’ll bite.
Have you all heard about the mass killings lately? A woman super glued to the wall with her eyes gauged out and replaced with silly putty? That was me. The flower vender who was shot to death with a bb gun and drained of his blood in the middle of a crowded area? Also me.
And let’s not forget that damage I did over at that one cafe, yeah the one that blew up. Apparently the people there were tortured one by one before a bomb was thrown at that place, incinerating everything and everyone there. Not really my best work but it was notable. Plus I killed those people to the tune of ode to joy and flet as if I was conducting my own orchestra.
My very own screaming, blood splashing opera…
[ suddenly the sound of sharpening comes to an abrupt halt.]
I don’t like humanity, but I’ll be kind enough to give you all my name.
It’s Johnny, but please…call me Nny.
Third Person Sample:
It started with a loud cracking sound, followed by the most blood curdling scream he’s head all day.
He was like a kid on Christmas day the moment he found that new torture machine one of the lower floors of his house. It looked like a simple machine with two robotic arms on each side, but the moment he saw the words “Rip-o-matic” engraved into the metal, he knew he just had to try it. Lucky for him, fate was being kind that day since a few moments after he found his new toy, his human doorbell decided to shriek, telling him he had a visitor.
There, on his doorstep, stood a door to door bible salesman, a rosary around his neck and a smile plastered on his lips.
“Hello sir, have you heard from god lately?”
That was basically the gist of his morning, and after some oil and a few modifications to the rip-o-matic, Johnny found himself looking down at the remains of the bible salesman, skinned a live and ripped in half by his shiny new toy.
“You weren’t much of a good salesman anyway.” He muttered.
Nail bunny sighed…or Johnny should probably start calling him Floating Severed Bunny Head since, well, that’s what it was now. Its body was still nailed to the pole but ever since that argument with the doughboys, Johnny never really felt the need to return Nail Bunny’s head. Plus Nail Bunny seemed to not mind his new situation.
“So are you learning origami now?” the floating bunny head asked, watching as Johnny folded a piece of skin that the rip-o-matic stripped off from the old bible salesman.
“No, origami’s the art of folding paper and CLEARLY I’m not folding paper.”
“Is something bothering you Nny?”
The boy clicked his tongue, making a dog ear fold on the edge of the piece of skin he was holding.
“You can tell me you know.”
Johnny gave his companion a weird look. He was never one to open up about things, especially to a floating severed bunny head. But honestly, he felt that maybe he needed it.
“I’m just bored, Bunny.”
“Bored with killing?”
“Bored with everything!!”
The bunny knew he struck a nerve. But in a way, it made Johnny seem more human, and that’s always a good thing to start with. Johnny clenched and unclenched his fist as he felt his rage boil over. He didn’t want this, any of this, but it all just came out.
“Do you even know how boring it is to be me!? Every day it’s the same fucking thing!”
Johnny felt his eye twitch at the mere thought of it. His life, his freedom, kept on a short leash by whatever it was that was living at the back of his bloodied wall.
“See that man?” he asked, pointing to half of the remains of the dead salesman. “He had a life. Probably a really dull one but it was still fucking something compared to mine now.”
A sigh, and another fold. It was taking everything in his power not to rip the piece of skin in his hand into shreds. But he was sure if he kept on folding, it may calm him down a tad.
“As for me, my life belongs to that fucking wall over there. It won’t ever let me go long enough to live a life. Or at least long enough succeed in attempted suicide. I can’t even fucking die Bunny! Do you fucking know how that feels!?”
“Nny…”
“Given, I’m doing the world a favor by cleaning the streets of that wretched filth known as humanity. But that’s it. That’s all I can do…well that and talk to inanimate objects all day.”
“And you want change?”
“Maybe…”
One last fold. Johnny smiled as he tossed the folded up piece of skin into his desk.
“Or maybe I just need a new hobby.”
“That’s a really pretty crane Nny.”
“Thanks.”
Name: Anna
Personal Journal:< user name=2a2n>
Time zone: GMT +8
Contact: anelegantmyth@gmail.com and no aim sorry
Current Characters: n/a
|| Character Information ||
Fandom: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Name: Johnny C.
Canon Point: After issue 6 where he comes back from hell.
History:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Johnny_the_Homicidal_Maniac_characters#Johnny_.22Nny.22_C.
http://jhonenvasquez.wikia.com/wiki/Johnny_C.
Personality:
An artist who lost his muse and lost his mind in the process, Johnny is the embodiment of insanity. He was never really one to socialize with people. Actually, he tends to avoid any and every social situation imaginable (with the exception if talking to his victims and Squee…and Devi). He’s a paranoid guy who’s just trying to live his life one day at a time.
Johnny has some very prevalent mental issues. He talks to inanimate objects, he admits to being unhappy, he also admits to the fact that the closest thing he had to a best friend was a man he had a good five minute conversation with before he murdered and the bunny that he fed once then nailed to a pole in him house (aka Nail Bunny) and he easily gets ticked off by the smallest things from people calling him out on his looks to a roach that randomly walks passed him. But the thing is, he doesn’t hold anything back when he’s mad or agitated. He will kill anyone who crosses him.
He believes is other beings. He knows there’s a god and a devil but he doesn’t have a religion. He believes the there’s a force out there that’s keeping him from dying and what’s forcing him to do horrible acts. That force being represented by the bloody wall in his home.
Johnny can’t really remember his back story. He gets slight flashes but that’s just about it. Though it is said that he used to be a brilliant artist but lost his talent and instead began killing to fill in the void in his life. It is also said that he had witnessed the death of his parents by a “horrible man”. He moved to a new town to start fresh as an artist but once he arrived to his new home, he found a wall. A bloodied wall that was holding back a vile, evil creature and the only way to keep it from breaking the barrier is to keep painting the wall with fresh blood. This was probably how Johnny started. Later on he found the different floors in him home filled with different torture machines and tool, which in turn, taught him many colorful ways to kill a person.
He never sleeps. He finds it both questionable and a waste of time and thus. He doesn’t do it.
As stated above, Johnny talks to inanimate objects. They are called his “voices” and he has four very notable ones. He has Nail Bunny which is the closest thing he’ll ever have to a conscience. Think Jiminy Cricket but instead of a cricket, he’s a rotting bunny carcass nailed to a pole. Then there are the Styrofoam Pillsbury dough boys, Psycho Doughnut Boy (or D-Boy) and Mr.Eff, they represent the sides of Johnny’s insanity and both brought about by the fear of knowing something was out to get him (i.e. the bloody wall). D-Boy represents his self-loathing, constantly telling Johnny to kill himself and end all of this. Mr. Eff is the side of Johnny that fears that wall. He’s the voice that constantly reminds Johnny of his task to paint the wall. He tells him how his life was meant to serve the wall but little does Johnny know that the more he gives into the wall, the stronger his voices become (eventually being able to physical manifest themselves as walking, walking Styrofoam doughboys and a floating severed bunny head that actually has the ability to follow Johnny around his house.) Lastly there’s Reverend Meat, basically a Bub’s Burger Boy that keeps telling him to act a little more human. He came a after Johnny’s death so he’s not as powerful as the first three voices.
Though he believes in the fact that he lost all his talent, Johnny still makes comics. His only artistic project is called Happy Noodle Boy which basically revolves around this insane stick figure that screams random things at people and then gets killed in the end. It’s still a mystery as to why he created a character like that but a likely guess would be that HNB is the only way he could express himself artistically without having to kill anyone.
Johnny hates humanity. He believes them to be the vile stink of the earth and that, by killing them, he’d be doing the world a favor. However there are a chosen few who he tries to keep close to him, these people being his neighbor Squee, who he looks after like a little brother, and Devi, his love interest gone wrong. Johnny can’t really properly reciprocate feelings which was why he tried to kill Devi the moment they were about to kiss because he wanted to “immortalize the moment”. He was so sure she would forget about him the moment she walked out the door and now he just feels pure regret for what he had almost done to her and still thinks of her often.
He has somewhat messed up morals but he’s never felt sexually attracted to anyone and thus the thought of people sexually assaulting victims before killing them “the way he does it” disgusts him.
But other than the fact that he’s an insane mass murderer who believes that his entire life is being run by a wall in his house, he’s still somewhat of a happy guy.
Sure most of the time he’s sad, resenting humanity and contemplating life. But there are those rare occasions when he’s able to enjoy the stupid things like watching stuff on tv, listening to good music as he prances along the side walk (after a mass murder or two), going out to buy a cherry brain freezy and a taco, or driving to the highest point of his town to look down on people with a massive grin plastered on his face.
He’s been through heaven, hell and back. He’s gone to a mental hospital to get some sleep and he’s killed more than a million people.
But for a small moment in time, he did find inner peace…but that won’t stop him from killing though.
Skills | Powers:
Johnny knows many different, unique and colorful ways to kill people. That being said, he’s good with knives, weapons, power tools and anything sharp. He knows how to make bombs because he does use them at the end of his mass murders as a grand finale or when he’s too lazy to kill a huge group of people one by one. Johnny knows how to do things without being caught, like kill someone and drain their blood without anyone actually noticing him (but it is said that that ability came from being “protected” but an outside force). But he cannot, for the life of him, fight.
First Person Sample:
[the screen is black, but there we hear the faint audio of a knife being sharpened.]
So this is how it all begins hm? Alright, I’ll bite.
Have you all heard about the mass killings lately? A woman super glued to the wall with her eyes gauged out and replaced with silly putty? That was me. The flower vender who was shot to death with a bb gun and drained of his blood in the middle of a crowded area? Also me.
And let’s not forget that damage I did over at that one cafe, yeah the one that blew up. Apparently the people there were tortured one by one before a bomb was thrown at that place, incinerating everything and everyone there. Not really my best work but it was notable. Plus I killed those people to the tune of ode to joy and flet as if I was conducting my own orchestra.
My very own screaming, blood splashing opera…
[ suddenly the sound of sharpening comes to an abrupt halt.]
I don’t like humanity, but I’ll be kind enough to give you all my name.
It’s Johnny, but please…call me Nny.
Third Person Sample:
It started with a loud cracking sound, followed by the most blood curdling scream he’s head all day.
He was like a kid on Christmas day the moment he found that new torture machine one of the lower floors of his house. It looked like a simple machine with two robotic arms on each side, but the moment he saw the words “Rip-o-matic” engraved into the metal, he knew he just had to try it. Lucky for him, fate was being kind that day since a few moments after he found his new toy, his human doorbell decided to shriek, telling him he had a visitor.
There, on his doorstep, stood a door to door bible salesman, a rosary around his neck and a smile plastered on his lips.
“Hello sir, have you heard from god lately?”
That was basically the gist of his morning, and after some oil and a few modifications to the rip-o-matic, Johnny found himself looking down at the remains of the bible salesman, skinned a live and ripped in half by his shiny new toy.
“You weren’t much of a good salesman anyway.” He muttered.
Nail bunny sighed…or Johnny should probably start calling him Floating Severed Bunny Head since, well, that’s what it was now. Its body was still nailed to the pole but ever since that argument with the doughboys, Johnny never really felt the need to return Nail Bunny’s head. Plus Nail Bunny seemed to not mind his new situation.
“So are you learning origami now?” the floating bunny head asked, watching as Johnny folded a piece of skin that the rip-o-matic stripped off from the old bible salesman.
“No, origami’s the art of folding paper and CLEARLY I’m not folding paper.”
“Is something bothering you Nny?”
The boy clicked his tongue, making a dog ear fold on the edge of the piece of skin he was holding.
“You can tell me you know.”
Johnny gave his companion a weird look. He was never one to open up about things, especially to a floating severed bunny head. But honestly, he felt that maybe he needed it.
“I’m just bored, Bunny.”
“Bored with killing?”
“Bored with everything!!”
The bunny knew he struck a nerve. But in a way, it made Johnny seem more human, and that’s always a good thing to start with. Johnny clenched and unclenched his fist as he felt his rage boil over. He didn’t want this, any of this, but it all just came out.
“Do you even know how boring it is to be me!? Every day it’s the same fucking thing!”
Johnny felt his eye twitch at the mere thought of it. His life, his freedom, kept on a short leash by whatever it was that was living at the back of his bloodied wall.
“See that man?” he asked, pointing to half of the remains of the dead salesman. “He had a life. Probably a really dull one but it was still fucking something compared to mine now.”
A sigh, and another fold. It was taking everything in his power not to rip the piece of skin in his hand into shreds. But he was sure if he kept on folding, it may calm him down a tad.
“As for me, my life belongs to that fucking wall over there. It won’t ever let me go long enough to live a life. Or at least long enough succeed in attempted suicide. I can’t even fucking die Bunny! Do you fucking know how that feels!?”
“Nny…”
“Given, I’m doing the world a favor by cleaning the streets of that wretched filth known as humanity. But that’s it. That’s all I can do…well that and talk to inanimate objects all day.”
“And you want change?”
“Maybe…”
One last fold. Johnny smiled as he tossed the folded up piece of skin into his desk.
“Or maybe I just need a new hobby.”
“That’s a really pretty crane Nny.”
“Thanks.”
