Post by John Constantine on Oct 3, 2016 16:09:55 GMT -5
Real Name: John Constantine
Alias: (Rarely Used) Hellblazer
Age: 33
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Paranormal Investigator, occasional conman and vigilante.
Current Status: Kidnapped.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Costumed Identity Known By Their Enemies? N/A
Costumed Identity Known By The General Public? N/A
Real Identity Known By Their Enemies? Yes
Real Identity Known By The General Public? Yes
Abilities/Skills: Constantine is a skilled user of magic. While not comparable to the skill of trained Mages such as Doctor Fate, Constantine's self taught wizardry is unmatched in his field and his extensive knowledge of the realms beyond the land of the living. Constantine also has a semi-permenent connection to The Rift, an element of time that allows its user to see into either the past or future and even the present. Constantine had used this power to save his life on more than one occasion even though its usage severely drains his energy as a Half-Mage and as a mortal. John also has regenerative powers in his blood stream after having mated with a vampire he once tempted out if the pearly gates of heaven for information.
After growing up in some of the meanest cities in the United Kingdom, John has fought for most of his life meaning his skills as an armed and unarmed combatant are formidable. After moving to the states, John also became a crack shot with the SIG Sauer P250 handgun he carries with him for protection, although he begrudges using it.
Whilst not the smartest tool in the shed, John's knowledge of the world and experience helps his work as a private paranormal investigator often working with the Justice League Dark in matters concerning the mystifying and spiritual. Whilst favouring to work alone, Constantine's never ending list of allies, contacts and connections are always useful in a tight spot and great means if gathering information.
Weaknesses: John's biggest problem is his smoking. Getting through at least 3 packets of cigarettes before half 4 in the afternoon, the nicotine has taken its toll on John's lungs making it harder for him to keep up moving at a faster pace than it used to. This has got into many a sticky situation and he often curse the day he first smoked "Those fuckin' death sticks!"
The second chink in John's armour is his magic. Although being a great tool, his sorcery can been his downfall, draining his energy and even life-force in very dire situations.
Whilst having some regenerative powers, John is still human so can be bruised, battered and broken like any other fella.
Appearance: John Constantine is still looks like a relatively young man with blonde hair kept in an untidy fashion and pronounced features. He has a strong chiselled jawline he inherited from his father, with bright sapphire eyes and a crooked nose he had broken as a kid. A small scar sits over his left eye and his ears are noticeable but not huge.
John is always dressed in a white shirt and red tie is with a long tan coloured trench coat that is starting to look a bit worse for wear.
Personality: "What's any other hard working lad like? A pint, a shag and a fag afterwards. It's not rocket science"
John is a typical hardworking, hard partying Englishman. He enjoys a pint down the pub, a curry and maybe a fight if he's up to it. Teetering on the verge of borderline alcoholism, John drinks to drown his sorrows more than he does to have a good time. He is never seen without a packet of his favourite "Silk Cut" cigarettes with him which describes as "Smoking gold velvet".
John is very respectful of women despite his promiscuous nature. After recently splitting from his wife due to her tragic death, John has yet to form a proper relationship with any female, living from one night stand to one night stand but eventually may be tempered back into romance if he feels he won't get hurt. Constantine lives by his own strict moral code and he believes that often the legal system has its boundaries and he is not afraid to step out of them to get the job done.
Background: Born into poverty in the streets of Liverpool, John's early life growing up was a tough one. Bullied at school by the other kids for being different, John taught himself sorcery in spell books he found in libraries left around the UK, as his family moved from place to place due to John's father lack of employment. Believing the books to be written by the Wizards Merlin and Morgan Le Fay, John spent his teenage years researching the world of magic and sorcery and developing his skills as an amateur sorcerer. Dealing in both magic of the light and dark including conjuration and necromancy, John discovered a spell in one of Le Fay's books which when activated transported the caster to the root of The Rift, a magical wound in time which the wielded could manipulate into a form of teleportation or time travel.
After accidentally activated the charm during a fight, the blood from John's wounds seeped into the The Rift matter and bound him semi-permanently to it, allowing John to travel multiple locations in a thought without muttering the incantation.
Many years passed and John's ability in sorcery grew with experience and his age. After his mother and father died, John sought work across the pond in the United States of America as "The World's First Spiritual, Occult and Paranormal Investigator". Considered a laughing stock, John roamed the states until one faithful day when he reached a bayou and witness a young brilliant scientist name Alec Holland, screaming and throwing himself into the bog to douse the flames on his body. Constantine watched the young doc undergo the transformation into the creature known as Swamp Thing and began to research into the existence of plant elementals and The Green, a subnetwork of magic connected directly to the plants. Whilst doing this, John learned of greater threat to the world and enlisted Swamp Thing unwillingly into helping quell and incoming magical invasion. After this mission was successful, Swap Thing and Constantine remained firm friends as the latter helped the former understand his own existence. Holland even chose Constantine as a host human form so that he consummate his marriage with his wife and impregnate her so that a half elemental/ half human child may eventually take Swamp Thing's place. As Tefe's (the daughter) biological father, Constantine often visits Holland and his family back in the bayou from time to time to check up on his old friends. Returning to London, John lived a very eventful life with his new girlfriend Epiphany Greaves and soon to be wife who he tragically lost some years ago due to cancer. Blaming himself for her death and wishing to distance himself from his path, John began bounty hunting and actively seeking out the corrupt and evil members of the human race. A few years ago, this lead him to a small nightclub in Newcastle. He was called by a girl who had summoned a demon to kill for her and do he bidding. After the act was complete, the demon turned on the girl. In an attempt to silence the demon, John summoned the demon prince Nergal to defeat the lesser. After Nergal had killed the lesser demon, he took the young girl' soul as a reward, damning her to Hell and John's soul with it. After this, John checked himself into Ravenscar Asylum to 'cure' himself. Recently, John left the Asylum of his own free will, where he was abducted. No-one has heard or seen him since...
John also had a run in with Batman a few years ago and asked one of the here's he most respected to help in a case. Although Batman eventually refused, Constantine's respect for the Caped Crusader did not waver, admitting that maybe magic wasn't Batman's strong point and he would endeavour to be of use to the Dark Knight incase such trouble would come to Gotham City.
Current Associates: Swamp Thing, Batman, Justice League Dark.
Current Enemies: Enemies of the realm of the living and of this Earth.
Other Relationships: Tefe Constantine-Holland (Biological Daughter), Epiphany Constantine (Ex-Wife, Deceased), Gemma Masters (Niece) Cheryl Masters (Sister, Deceased) Terry Greaves (Ex Father-in-Law)
RP Sample:
The castle on the hill had been abandoned for centuries. The rotting and decaying ruins laid random and staggered on the plains, dimly lit by the pale moon that had graced the dark night with its presence. Heels clacked across the cobbled grown as the Occult Detective, John Constantine approached the main gate. The flashlight in his hand quivered along the stones they shone upon, guiding the way into a crumbling courtyard. Breath bated, John lifted the torch up to walls, scanning for dark shadows or silhouettes that would be hiding upon the ruined battlements. Sliding the handgun from the space between his shirt and belt buckle, the trigger clicked as a pale finger was placed upon it. One full cartridge with twelve silver bullets.
Ash glowed and tumbled down from the lit cigarette still smouldering between the lips of the pale Liverpudlian who continued on his shaky course. Whispering to himself, he inhaled on the cigarette" "Come on ya furry bastard. Where are ye?" He had been hunting the Beast of Bodmin Moor for days and had tracked him down to Killhearth Brooke, an old fortress from the English Civil War that Cromwell ha used to garrison his troops. But he wasn't just looking for a big dog, oh no. Werewolves, twelve of them had been terrorising the people of this rural time and it was time to put a stop to it. Stopping, John swooped down and plunged his fingers into a pool of dense liquid seeping into the cobblestone on the ground. The substance was blood, but not of the regularly kind. It was metallic in colour and dark green, reeking of rancid fungus and rotting flesh. They were here.
Sliding back the hammer on the pistol, John raised his hand up to his lips. Pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and placing it between his index finger and thumb, John noticed something. A shuddering in a corner of the court yard. Squinting his eyes to see, he could make out a gloomy shape leering in the darkness. John wrapped is fingers tighter around the handle of the weapon and tapped his fingertips along its base. Grasping tightly, he flicked the cigarette between his fingers into the gloom and in a blaze of fire, the shape began to burst into flame. A bulking great body of a black wolf began yelping and jerking in the corner, it's great claws scrapping against the cobblestone. It's bright yellow eyes howled in pain as the fixed upon the image of their attacker. It's back legs shot out as the burning, hulking mass lunged at John Constantine.
Alias: (Rarely Used) Hellblazer
Age: 33
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Paranormal Investigator, occasional conman and vigilante.
Current Status: Kidnapped.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Costumed Identity Known By Their Enemies? N/A
Costumed Identity Known By The General Public? N/A
Real Identity Known By Their Enemies? Yes
Real Identity Known By The General Public? Yes
Abilities/Skills: Constantine is a skilled user of magic. While not comparable to the skill of trained Mages such as Doctor Fate, Constantine's self taught wizardry is unmatched in his field and his extensive knowledge of the realms beyond the land of the living. Constantine also has a semi-permenent connection to The Rift, an element of time that allows its user to see into either the past or future and even the present. Constantine had used this power to save his life on more than one occasion even though its usage severely drains his energy as a Half-Mage and as a mortal. John also has regenerative powers in his blood stream after having mated with a vampire he once tempted out if the pearly gates of heaven for information.
After growing up in some of the meanest cities in the United Kingdom, John has fought for most of his life meaning his skills as an armed and unarmed combatant are formidable. After moving to the states, John also became a crack shot with the SIG Sauer P250 handgun he carries with him for protection, although he begrudges using it.
Whilst not the smartest tool in the shed, John's knowledge of the world and experience helps his work as a private paranormal investigator often working with the Justice League Dark in matters concerning the mystifying and spiritual. Whilst favouring to work alone, Constantine's never ending list of allies, contacts and connections are always useful in a tight spot and great means if gathering information.
Weaknesses: John's biggest problem is his smoking. Getting through at least 3 packets of cigarettes before half 4 in the afternoon, the nicotine has taken its toll on John's lungs making it harder for him to keep up moving at a faster pace than it used to. This has got into many a sticky situation and he often curse the day he first smoked "Those fuckin' death sticks!"
The second chink in John's armour is his magic. Although being a great tool, his sorcery can been his downfall, draining his energy and even life-force in very dire situations.
Whilst having some regenerative powers, John is still human so can be bruised, battered and broken like any other fella.
Appearance: John Constantine is still looks like a relatively young man with blonde hair kept in an untidy fashion and pronounced features. He has a strong chiselled jawline he inherited from his father, with bright sapphire eyes and a crooked nose he had broken as a kid. A small scar sits over his left eye and his ears are noticeable but not huge.
John is always dressed in a white shirt and red tie is with a long tan coloured trench coat that is starting to look a bit worse for wear.
Personality: "What's any other hard working lad like? A pint, a shag and a fag afterwards. It's not rocket science"
John is a typical hardworking, hard partying Englishman. He enjoys a pint down the pub, a curry and maybe a fight if he's up to it. Teetering on the verge of borderline alcoholism, John drinks to drown his sorrows more than he does to have a good time. He is never seen without a packet of his favourite "Silk Cut" cigarettes with him which describes as "Smoking gold velvet".
John is very respectful of women despite his promiscuous nature. After recently splitting from his wife due to her tragic death, John has yet to form a proper relationship with any female, living from one night stand to one night stand but eventually may be tempered back into romance if he feels he won't get hurt. Constantine lives by his own strict moral code and he believes that often the legal system has its boundaries and he is not afraid to step out of them to get the job done.
Background: Born into poverty in the streets of Liverpool, John's early life growing up was a tough one. Bullied at school by the other kids for being different, John taught himself sorcery in spell books he found in libraries left around the UK, as his family moved from place to place due to John's father lack of employment. Believing the books to be written by the Wizards Merlin and Morgan Le Fay, John spent his teenage years researching the world of magic and sorcery and developing his skills as an amateur sorcerer. Dealing in both magic of the light and dark including conjuration and necromancy, John discovered a spell in one of Le Fay's books which when activated transported the caster to the root of The Rift, a magical wound in time which the wielded could manipulate into a form of teleportation or time travel.
After accidentally activated the charm during a fight, the blood from John's wounds seeped into the The Rift matter and bound him semi-permanently to it, allowing John to travel multiple locations in a thought without muttering the incantation.
Many years passed and John's ability in sorcery grew with experience and his age. After his mother and father died, John sought work across the pond in the United States of America as "The World's First Spiritual, Occult and Paranormal Investigator". Considered a laughing stock, John roamed the states until one faithful day when he reached a bayou and witness a young brilliant scientist name Alec Holland, screaming and throwing himself into the bog to douse the flames on his body. Constantine watched the young doc undergo the transformation into the creature known as Swamp Thing and began to research into the existence of plant elementals and The Green, a subnetwork of magic connected directly to the plants. Whilst doing this, John learned of greater threat to the world and enlisted Swamp Thing unwillingly into helping quell and incoming magical invasion. After this mission was successful, Swap Thing and Constantine remained firm friends as the latter helped the former understand his own existence. Holland even chose Constantine as a host human form so that he consummate his marriage with his wife and impregnate her so that a half elemental/ half human child may eventually take Swamp Thing's place. As Tefe's (the daughter) biological father, Constantine often visits Holland and his family back in the bayou from time to time to check up on his old friends. Returning to London, John lived a very eventful life with his new girlfriend Epiphany Greaves and soon to be wife who he tragically lost some years ago due to cancer. Blaming himself for her death and wishing to distance himself from his path, John began bounty hunting and actively seeking out the corrupt and evil members of the human race. A few years ago, this lead him to a small nightclub in Newcastle. He was called by a girl who had summoned a demon to kill for her and do he bidding. After the act was complete, the demon turned on the girl. In an attempt to silence the demon, John summoned the demon prince Nergal to defeat the lesser. After Nergal had killed the lesser demon, he took the young girl' soul as a reward, damning her to Hell and John's soul with it. After this, John checked himself into Ravenscar Asylum to 'cure' himself. Recently, John left the Asylum of his own free will, where he was abducted. No-one has heard or seen him since...
John also had a run in with Batman a few years ago and asked one of the here's he most respected to help in a case. Although Batman eventually refused, Constantine's respect for the Caped Crusader did not waver, admitting that maybe magic wasn't Batman's strong point and he would endeavour to be of use to the Dark Knight incase such trouble would come to Gotham City.
Current Associates: Swamp Thing, Batman, Justice League Dark.
Current Enemies: Enemies of the realm of the living and of this Earth.
Other Relationships: Tefe Constantine-Holland (Biological Daughter), Epiphany Constantine (Ex-Wife, Deceased), Gemma Masters (Niece) Cheryl Masters (Sister, Deceased) Terry Greaves (Ex Father-in-Law)
RP Sample:
The castle on the hill had been abandoned for centuries. The rotting and decaying ruins laid random and staggered on the plains, dimly lit by the pale moon that had graced the dark night with its presence. Heels clacked across the cobbled grown as the Occult Detective, John Constantine approached the main gate. The flashlight in his hand quivered along the stones they shone upon, guiding the way into a crumbling courtyard. Breath bated, John lifted the torch up to walls, scanning for dark shadows or silhouettes that would be hiding upon the ruined battlements. Sliding the handgun from the space between his shirt and belt buckle, the trigger clicked as a pale finger was placed upon it. One full cartridge with twelve silver bullets.
Ash glowed and tumbled down from the lit cigarette still smouldering between the lips of the pale Liverpudlian who continued on his shaky course. Whispering to himself, he inhaled on the cigarette" "Come on ya furry bastard. Where are ye?" He had been hunting the Beast of Bodmin Moor for days and had tracked him down to Killhearth Brooke, an old fortress from the English Civil War that Cromwell ha used to garrison his troops. But he wasn't just looking for a big dog, oh no. Werewolves, twelve of them had been terrorising the people of this rural time and it was time to put a stop to it. Stopping, John swooped down and plunged his fingers into a pool of dense liquid seeping into the cobblestone on the ground. The substance was blood, but not of the regularly kind. It was metallic in colour and dark green, reeking of rancid fungus and rotting flesh. They were here.
Sliding back the hammer on the pistol, John raised his hand up to his lips. Pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and placing it between his index finger and thumb, John noticed something. A shuddering in a corner of the court yard. Squinting his eyes to see, he could make out a gloomy shape leering in the darkness. John wrapped is fingers tighter around the handle of the weapon and tapped his fingertips along its base. Grasping tightly, he flicked the cigarette between his fingers into the gloom and in a blaze of fire, the shape began to burst into flame. A bulking great body of a black wolf began yelping and jerking in the corner, it's great claws scrapping against the cobblestone. It's bright yellow eyes howled in pain as the fixed upon the image of their attacker. It's back legs shot out as the burning, hulking mass lunged at John Constantine.