Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 25, 2006 17:50:05 GMT -5
Name: John Wilkshon, also known as the J-Meister-J and Ze Johnay, as my friends like to call me.
Age: 17
Occupation back home: Bum. Abandoned belongings and lived nomadic lifestyle.
Nationality: Part Irish, part English. Quiet down about the English part though.
Appearance: You know that guy, kind of weedy, glasses, unkept hair that’s always on the bus, maybe stares at you with those creepy, piercing eyes of his, and you’re almost certain he’s a rapist, so you miss your next stop just to make sure he gets off the bus before you? I look up to that guy. I admire him and wish I had his piercing eyes. As far as I go, brown eyes, glasses, Harry Potter hair, Henry Gale build. Apparently when I take off my glasses I look like a stoner. Big circles ‘round my eyes from never, ever, ever sleeping. I can manage four, maybe five hours.
Skills: OK, for real? I can be pretty perceptive, I guess. I got nice abs. Nah, really, I’m a competent writer, I can be sorta funny, although that’s probably because my life is a joke. I know when to run away from a fight.
Weaknesses/bad habits: I don’t want to keep y’all waiting all day, so I’ll be blunt. Socially inept. I am so clumsy that someone actually thought I was retarded, seriously. I have in the past run straight into trees. I was just running, running, running, SLAM. When I was a kid I kind of shuffled from England to Ireland a lot, so I have this accent no one can understand. It’s like I leave out vowels and emphasises capitals letters. But I’m working on my Irish accent. I’m not dumb, but I can be very slow at times.
Frequent moods/expressions: Quiet, cynical, kind of cold, I guess. I’m just a shy bastard, usually because when I open my mouth the next words out of the mouth of my companion are, ‘What?’ because they can’t understand what I’m saying. I’m in my own little world most of the time, resulting in a lot of detentions and missed bus stops. When I’m rarely around people I’m comfortable with….I don’t shut up. I usually either embarrass myself or offend someone. I also like to masturbate long words into sentences to make myself seem smart, even if they have no place in that sentence.
Sometimes I just hum songs, but I do know the lyrics and like to incorporate them into paragraphs, similar in ways to Chickity China the Chinese chicken, have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin', for example, once I was watchin’ X-Files with no lights on, but we're dans la maison, I hope the Smoking Man's in this one.Like Harrison Ford I'm gettin frantic, Like Sting, I'm tantric, Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy, Like Kurasswa, I make mad films, Okay I dont make films, But if I did, they'd have a Samurai. Hopefully I’m gonna get a set a' better clubs, gonna find the kind with the tiny nubs, just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing. Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes that make me think the wrong thing. How can I help if I think you're funny when you're mad?
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad?
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral?
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will.
I have the tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt. Seriously, they just disappear more then socks.
Reason for Flight: Got lost on my way to Band Camp. Just kidding, I’m nowhere near cool enough to play my own instrument.
Item from wreckage: A book entitled, ‘Mind over matter’. Fate is not without a sense of irony, I guess.
Age: 17
Occupation back home: Bum. Abandoned belongings and lived nomadic lifestyle.
Nationality: Part Irish, part English. Quiet down about the English part though.
Appearance: You know that guy, kind of weedy, glasses, unkept hair that’s always on the bus, maybe stares at you with those creepy, piercing eyes of his, and you’re almost certain he’s a rapist, so you miss your next stop just to make sure he gets off the bus before you? I look up to that guy. I admire him and wish I had his piercing eyes. As far as I go, brown eyes, glasses, Harry Potter hair, Henry Gale build. Apparently when I take off my glasses I look like a stoner. Big circles ‘round my eyes from never, ever, ever sleeping. I can manage four, maybe five hours.
Skills: OK, for real? I can be pretty perceptive, I guess. I got nice abs. Nah, really, I’m a competent writer, I can be sorta funny, although that’s probably because my life is a joke. I know when to run away from a fight.
Weaknesses/bad habits: I don’t want to keep y’all waiting all day, so I’ll be blunt. Socially inept. I am so clumsy that someone actually thought I was retarded, seriously. I have in the past run straight into trees. I was just running, running, running, SLAM. When I was a kid I kind of shuffled from England to Ireland a lot, so I have this accent no one can understand. It’s like I leave out vowels and emphasises capitals letters. But I’m working on my Irish accent. I’m not dumb, but I can be very slow at times.
Frequent moods/expressions: Quiet, cynical, kind of cold, I guess. I’m just a shy bastard, usually because when I open my mouth the next words out of the mouth of my companion are, ‘What?’ because they can’t understand what I’m saying. I’m in my own little world most of the time, resulting in a lot of detentions and missed bus stops. When I’m rarely around people I’m comfortable with….I don’t shut up. I usually either embarrass myself or offend someone. I also like to masturbate long words into sentences to make myself seem smart, even if they have no place in that sentence.
Sometimes I just hum songs, but I do know the lyrics and like to incorporate them into paragraphs, similar in ways to Chickity China the Chinese chicken, have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin', for example, once I was watchin’ X-Files with no lights on, but we're dans la maison, I hope the Smoking Man's in this one.Like Harrison Ford I'm gettin frantic, Like Sting, I'm tantric, Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy, Like Kurasswa, I make mad films, Okay I dont make films, But if I did, they'd have a Samurai. Hopefully I’m gonna get a set a' better clubs, gonna find the kind with the tiny nubs, just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing. Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes that make me think the wrong thing. How can I help if I think you're funny when you're mad?
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad?
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral?
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will.
I have the tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt. Seriously, they just disappear more then socks.
Reason for Flight: Got lost on my way to Band Camp. Just kidding, I’m nowhere near cool enough to play my own instrument.
Item from wreckage: A book entitled, ‘Mind over matter’. Fate is not without a sense of irony, I guess.
