||UserName||Howling-Wolves
||Name||Jonathan Neil Storm
||NickName||John (I’ll refer to him as this)
||Age||18
||Gender||Male
||Discreption||John is a large, muscular guy. He usually doesn’t smile and usually just has a serious face on. He has light blue eyes and tan skin. He could easily pass off as a twenty-five year old. He stands at 6’5 and weighs 259 pounds. He wears t-shirts, jeans, sneakers, a faded baseball cap and sunglasses. He has short, light brown hair and a five o-clock shadow. John has a scar on his stomach from where his dad had stabbed him. He also has a tattoo of claws running down his back.
||Personallity|| John is a very quiet guy. He hates crowds, hates loud noises, and hates bright colors. He has a bit of a temper and is easily angered when people talk about his sister. His anger sometimes gets the better of him and he kind of losses control, so he usually stays away from everyone
||History||Before the infection, John was living with his father and sister. Just days before anyone knew about the infestation, John’s father came home complaining, though he refused to tell John or his sister what had happened. John hadn’t thought much of it at first, mainly because his dad was always making up stories, but that night, something strange had happened. His father had seemed to go nuts. He was moaning and screaming like a maniac as he stumbled down the stairs. He grabbed his hunting rifle and pointed at John’s little sister, Alexandra, screaming about how the world was ending. He sounded in pain, his throat scratchy and raspy sounding, as if he had been screaming all night long. Also, his eyes were dull, nonliving almost.
John sprang forward, grabbing the gun from his father who had barely pulled the trigger, blasting a hole into their ceiling. John couldn’t believe what was happening as his father pushed past him and grabbed a knife. John was in such a daze that he just clung to the gun, watching in horror as his own dad practically flung himself at poor Alexandra. He stabbed the knife down at her and snapped his teeth, catching her arm between his jaws. She let out a fearful scream that didn’t stop as he father kept trying to plunge the knife through her chest. She screamed up to John who had finally snapped himself out of his daze. With shaky hands, he pointed the gun down to his fathers head ”Dad… Stop it!” He screamed, but his father didn’t obey.
Alexandra let out another scream, but it ended just as quickly as it had started as she looked down at her fathers lifeless body, hearing the gun shot ring on through her ears.
After that day, John took care of his little sister, but h couldn’t stop the virus from spreading through her veins. The rest, he rather not share. (sorry for long history… I got carried away
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||Likes|| John doesn’t really like many things, though he does like his space, reading, and working out.
||Dislikes||John hates crowds, public places, loud noises, bullies, people who get in his face, people who talk about his sister and try to understand.
||Family||None…
||Crush||None.
||Boy\Girlfriend||None.
||Wife\Husband|| None. He does not wish to marry.
||What do you look for in a lover||He would prefer to stay alone, but, if he were to be forced into asking a woman to be his wife, he’d ask someone who doesn’t ask questions and doesn’t try to get close to him.
||Kids||None and isn’t planning on having any.
||Theme Song||All that I’m living for by Evanescence.