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SECTION II - PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
SECTION III - Psychological Evaluation
PERSONALITY: Jonny isn't a very complicated fellow. He's driven by greed and want, a desire for something greater than what he has. He's dishonest and deceptive and a skilled liar. To Jonny there is no 'greater good' or any reason at all to lookout for anyone but himself. Self-centered, selfish, egotistical. Just a few words to describe this man who's center of the universe is himself. It's not exactly out of cruelty of hatred that he acts thus, with a snide grin and a undeserved sense of self. In fact he's got a sort of innocence to him in that matter. He's not exactly what you would call maniacal or evil. Just a hungry little boy looking for a scrap of food. In essence, Jonny is still caught in a nutsstorm and looking for a way out - something better. That's all his life had ever been - nothing too terrible, not really. Just minute daily sufferings that added up in his mind and overtime shaped him. So being the greedy little bugger he is, Jonny uses people. And use them he does! To his advantage, or to get something he desires - either through sexual favors or other convoluted devices and schemes filled with lies and broken promises. He's a charming fellow, to be sure, who can talk himself out of any situation. Completely likable on the outside, but there is the lack of charm within. Just an icy regard for the man or woman he has in his arms. Due to the fact of using sex as a means to an end, it has little emotional enjoyment for him. He's quite disconnected from the whole ordeal - so even though he'll sleep with man or woman, he's got no real interest in either gender - aromantic. Needless to say he's got a wonderful sense of humor and never fails to laugh at a good joke - and Jonny is never at a loss for a smile. But it is seldom when his laugh is earnest and his smile is true. SECTION IV - SUBJECT BACKGROUND
SUBJECT HISTORY: Jonny was born into an average life - middle class parents, with a father who worked and a mother who stayed at home to care for the children. Jonny and his sister Abbi were born only a year apart in cage, though he lorded his one year over her like there was no tomorrow. He was a good brother and a good son - a bit of a trouble maker here and there with the odd prank pulled in school, but his life was pretty normal. Then came the day his life would change for the worse. His father Callum was injured on his way to the factory and was severely crippled in a car accident. The hospital bills alone sent them far into debt, but Callum made it out alive, but it would be impossible for him to work. Jonny's mother Lindsay, though intelligent in her own rights, was uneducated and unable to get a decent paying job, and meawhile the children were left to tend to their ailing father while not attending school. Money became scarce, and food even more so. There were plenty of nights when Lindsay, bless her heart, when without food so that her children and handicapped husband could eat. It was not long before they were evicted for lack of rent-pay, and they were sent to the streets. They had applied for welfare, sure, but UNIT had turned it's unsympathetic eye to other priorities (like investigating this new idea of 'shapeshifters'). So for a long while the McNabb family lived in a shelter. Jonny had been a good sport thus far, and played along as well as a 12 year old could be expected to. He had his moments where he threw fits and demanded expensive things he knew they couldn't afford, but for the most part he was...okay. But when Jonny reached high school, things changed drastically. People noticed his ragged clothes and shoddy shoes, as well as the other small, subtle signs that pair with being homeless and still having to attend school. He was teased relentlessly as the "poor boy" and was mocked frequently. Jonny became quite the troublemaker, starting fights and ending up with suspensions, both to wipe the smirks off the jerk's faces and to get out of going to class. He was soon expelled and sent packing after a particularly...riot inducing fight that he started. So he got himself a under-paid, underage job at a restaurant as a bus-boy and tried to help his family make ends meet. But he and his father started having at it with an undying consistency. Callum's temper had always been level and he was a good man at heart, but after his accident he had changed some. On one particular evening one of their arguments came to blows. Callum lurched out of his wheelchair and tried to slap Jonny in some form of reprimand, but Jonny met him half way and wrestled him to the ground. Looking back on this Jonny can't even remember why they were fighting - something about how he came home with cigarettes in his pocket. But Callum fell, and his eyes went glassy with pain, with Jonny's hands pounding into his face. The pent up anger and the instinct to defend himself kicked in (after all the fights at school.) Jonny heard a crack of bone and his father's rasps of pain - his mother screamed something, and Abbi stared wide-eyed at her father on the floor. Jonny stepped back, turned on heel and bolted out the door. He never looked back, not knowing what exactly he'd done to hurt his father, the man who'd raised him. Not knowing if his mother and sister would make it - he just couldn't take it anymore. The stress of living with the hollow shells of what his family used to be - his father had been a strong, proud man who could always carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. The accident destroyed him. His mother had been fiercely independent, able to take on any challenge life threw her way. But the years of poverty had worn her down, broken her back and sucked out the marrow. And his sister...they had become distant. She was as a ghost in the house, flitting from shadow to shadow in vain attempt to hide her frailty. So Jonny left, and never looked back. At first it was a difficult thing to leave them. The memories of them clouded his thoughts and clotted in his brain, refusing to leave. He wondered if they were okay, if his father had been seriously hurt...But it soon came to light that Jonny had more important things to worry about - like finding food and shelter. He tried his hand at thievery, getting some childish delight and fancying himself the Prince of Thieves. But he failed miserably. At first it was just the jitters getting the best of him, and he was chased out of stores empty-handed. Then he thought it was just poor luck - like breaking into a house full of policemen. But then it became apparent that he was messy, disorganized and down-right clumsy at being a thief. He got arrested a couple times for breaking and entering, and caught the crap beaten out of his several times by disgruntled shop owners who'd caught him red-handed - and easily. So Jonny gave up his short-lived career of thieving; but he had discovered a raw talent that he'd been yet unaware of. He was a skilled liar. True, such a thing usually comes hand in hand with thievery, but his butterfingers and big feet weren't suited for the job. He'd always been good at making friends with people he disliked and thus had been able to find a couple of places to stay on-and-off (unless they were people he hated, in which case he'd feel obligated to smash your head into a wall), but had never realized his true talents at manipulation until he met a wild little heiress by the name of McKenzie Holbrook. He first saw her partying with her friends in a bar he was trying to get a job at (rejected yet again), and despite his rough exterior he seemed to catch her eye. They hit it off pretty well at the bar, and agreed to meet again soon. At this time he was about 16 or so and had lived on the streets of his own wiles for quite some time. But Miss Holbrook was the beginning of his taste of the rich life. He managed to scrounge up a few bucks here and there and got himself a fancy used suit at the thrift store. Wasn't bad for what he paid, really, and it did the trick. The lies seemed to pour out of his mouth, and Jonny soon had young Miss Holbrook eating out of hands - she gave him plenty of gifts (of all different sorts) and as their sham of a relationship developed she realized that behind the charming smile there was a coldness. During this time Jonny had honed his skills and had been courting other rich women, catering to their needs and getting in return lavish gifts. But he found his niche in the secretive world of closeted rich older fellows who snuck out at night into the seedy bars to seek their delights. Personally, Jonny had never truly explored his sexuality, but he had been raised with an open mind. So he found himself able to suit the needs of these certain rich gentlemen. By this time he had circulated many different cities, searching out the best spots for his targets. He made a good living off using these greedy folk, who were so focused on his looks and his touch they didn't notice that his eyes were drawn to the glittering diamonds on her neck or the rings on his fingers; nor would they notice that his hands delighted in the rich silk sheets and garments. They were caught on the sickly sweet words spilling from his impish lips. You'd be surprised how gullible they really were once he'd earned their trust. But it was never enough - he always wanted more. More. His great undoing was a man by the name of Sonny Travers, an All American bachelor that was getting on in years. Mr. Travers had a taste in younger men of Jonny's type. Had been married before but divorced when he discovered his 'true self.' Jonny spun his web of lies, and having grown accustomed to a certain style of living, was pleasantly surprised when Mr. Traver's spoiled him incredibly, more so than he'd ever gotten. And for once, Jonny found himself actually enjoying the company of the man he was sleeping with. And for once in his life, he found himself falling for Mr. Travers; he'd never felt this type of love. It wasn't the same as a love between a family, and he found himself fascinated. And so Jonny was happy, content to live his life of luxury with the man he loved. For once never desiring more than he had - though sometimes the longing would come upon him for a new adventure, but one look from Sonny's would banish those thoughts instantly. Jonny trusted Sonny dearly, and imparted with him snippets of his past. Never the whole truth, but the parts that had wounded Jonny the most. Nothing good ever lasts, though. Jonny was not joined in his contentedness. Mr. Travers saw it fit to expand his horizons beyond the one young man currently in his bed. He'd only been with Jonny after all, and was hungry for something more. Jonny caught Mr. Tavers and another young man together. Jonny's heart seemed to wrench in two, but it wouldn't break. Not for Sonny. He dragged other man from the bed and forcefully shoved him out the door before rounding on Sonny, whose face was a mix of anger and smugness. Jonny stood quaking, a familiar rage building. He'd been betrayed. And that smug grin on Sonny's face, it made him twitch. Jonny asked him only one question,"Why?" "Why?" He laughed. "You ain't nothin' to me, boy," Sonny drawled, that white toothy grin that Jonny had once loved seeming now an insult. "Nothin' but some poor kid lookin' for a free ride." Jonny flinched visibly. "But you don't deserve nothin'. 'Cos you ain't nothin'." He can't remember what happened next. All he can see is his hands covered in blood, dialing 911. And then he woke up here. SECTION V - OOC INFORMATION
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