Post by John Constantine on Feb 3, 2013 22:36:37 GMT -5
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GENERAL INFORMATION
NAME: JOHN CONSTANTINE
ALIAS: HELLBLAZER
GENDER: MALE
AGE: 43
OCCUPATION: OCCULT DETECTIVE
ALIGNMENT: NEUTRAL
AFFILIATION(S): NEWCASTLE CREW, TRENCHCOAT BRIGADE
ALIAS: HELLBLAZER
GENDER: MALE
AGE: 43
OCCUPATION: OCCULT DETECTIVE
ALIGNMENT: NEUTRAL
AFFILIATION(S): NEWCASTLE CREW, TRENCHCOAT BRIGADE
PHYSICAL PROFILE
HEIGHT: 6’0’’
WEIGHT: 153LB
EYES: BLUE
HAIR: BLOND
CLASSFICATION: HUMAN
UNUSUAL FEATURES: NONE
BEHAVIOR PROFILE
WEIGHT: 153LB
EYES: BLUE
HAIR: BLOND
CLASSFICATION: HUMAN
UNUSUAL FEATURES: NONE
BEHAVIOR PROFILE
Foul mouthed and cynical, Constantine cares little for anyone but himself, often referred to as a cheat and a con-man. In the event he helps another, it is often in order to gain something in return. Has disrespect for authority figures and often rebels against those who would try to control him. Not quite fond of superheroes, though his “favorites” are Batman and Superman. Constantine dislikes becoming too close to people, due to both a sense of insecurity in long-term relationships with others and for his talent at getting those close to him hurt and killed. For the few friends he does have, he has no problem manipulating them the same as he would a stranger, but he would prefer that they simply do what he wants without the need for that. Rarely, he will feel empathy, at which time he may apologize for wronging those he cares for, though a few drinks will usually get this under control. He prefers to avoid conflict and scam or talk his way out of situations. Only uses magic as a last resort, since it is often easier to out think someone than to outgun them.
DOCUMENTED HISTORY
Born to Thomas and Mary Anne Constantine in Liverpool, England, John was the second of two children, having an older sister named Cheryl. His twin brother was stillborn, strangled to death by his own umbilical chord. His mother, unable to handle the stress of childbirth, died shortly after.
Growing up, John was subjected to various acts of physical abuse at the hands of his father, who blamed him for his wife's death, often saying he should have been the one to die. It was during this time John used his first act of magic: Sealing his innocence in a physical box to rid himself of it, helping him to deal with the torment at home. In his teenage years, John ran away from home, casting a curse on his father that caused him to grow withered.
Finding a home in London, John met up with someone who would become his oldest (living) friend, Chas Chandler. As he grew older, John improved his magic, as well as finding a home in San Francisco, starting a relationship with witch Zatanna Zatara. After experiencing the Sex Pistols in concert, he even formed a band (Mucous Membrane) upon his return to London. However, things quickly turned sower after his band, in an attempt to get money, performed an exorcism on a young girl. Summoning the demon Nergal to fight off the possessing spirit, John misspoke during the incantation, failing to bind it to his whim. As such, he drug the girl's soul to hell and drove John mad. This botched act of "heroism" would be referred to as "The Newcastle Incident".
Over the next two years, he was a regular patient at Ravenscar Secure Facility. Since the guards believed he had killed the girl he was hired to exorcise, they often abused and attacked him, the owner of the asylum using him as a test dummy for his magic experimentation. He was eventually set free, though he was in no way cured of his madness or his guilt.
Years later, John met the creature known as Swamp Thing, Alec Holland. Acting as his guide, he introduced Holland to his various abilities and his position as an envoy of the Green. Swamp Thing repayed this debt by joining John, along with his friends from the Newcastle Incident, in combating the dooms day cult The Brujería. Unfortunately, all of John's friends were killed in the incident, despite the cult's defeat.
Not long after, John was caught between the Damnation Army, a Satanic group led by the demon Nergal, and the Resurrection Crusade, a militant Christian army. Both were attempting to birth a child that would bring about their world views, the Anti-Christ and the Messiah, respectively. Before they could finish their plan, Swamp Thing returned, possessing John's body and using it to have a child with Abigail Holland, Alec's wife. The crisis averted, John was finally able to exact revenge on Nergal, casting him down to Hell to be tortured for decades to come.
Many years later, John contracted lung cancer, due in no small part to the thirty or so cigarettes he smoked a day. To try and find help, he contacted a friend of his, Brendan Finn, who was also dying. Having sold his soul to the devil (called the First of the Fallen), the demon came to collect as his friend passed. Tricking the fiend into drinking holy water, he promised John that, upon his own death, he would personally torment him in Hell for eternity. Forming a plan, John sold his soul to the other two rulers of Hell. Realizing they had been tricked, as none could collect his soul without risking a war in Hell with the other two lords, they concluded John could not be allowed to die, curing him of his cancer and restoring him to full health.
John is currently traveling England, planning a trip to America to see the sites, visit friends, and get as drunk as possible. He still actively works as an occult detective, fighting demons, monsters, ghosts, and anything else that could plague man.
Growing up, John was subjected to various acts of physical abuse at the hands of his father, who blamed him for his wife's death, often saying he should have been the one to die. It was during this time John used his first act of magic: Sealing his innocence in a physical box to rid himself of it, helping him to deal with the torment at home. In his teenage years, John ran away from home, casting a curse on his father that caused him to grow withered.
Finding a home in London, John met up with someone who would become his oldest (living) friend, Chas Chandler. As he grew older, John improved his magic, as well as finding a home in San Francisco, starting a relationship with witch Zatanna Zatara. After experiencing the Sex Pistols in concert, he even formed a band (Mucous Membrane) upon his return to London. However, things quickly turned sower after his band, in an attempt to get money, performed an exorcism on a young girl. Summoning the demon Nergal to fight off the possessing spirit, John misspoke during the incantation, failing to bind it to his whim. As such, he drug the girl's soul to hell and drove John mad. This botched act of "heroism" would be referred to as "The Newcastle Incident".
Over the next two years, he was a regular patient at Ravenscar Secure Facility. Since the guards believed he had killed the girl he was hired to exorcise, they often abused and attacked him, the owner of the asylum using him as a test dummy for his magic experimentation. He was eventually set free, though he was in no way cured of his madness or his guilt.
Years later, John met the creature known as Swamp Thing, Alec Holland. Acting as his guide, he introduced Holland to his various abilities and his position as an envoy of the Green. Swamp Thing repayed this debt by joining John, along with his friends from the Newcastle Incident, in combating the dooms day cult The Brujería. Unfortunately, all of John's friends were killed in the incident, despite the cult's defeat.
Not long after, John was caught between the Damnation Army, a Satanic group led by the demon Nergal, and the Resurrection Crusade, a militant Christian army. Both were attempting to birth a child that would bring about their world views, the Anti-Christ and the Messiah, respectively. Before they could finish their plan, Swamp Thing returned, possessing John's body and using it to have a child with Abigail Holland, Alec's wife. The crisis averted, John was finally able to exact revenge on Nergal, casting him down to Hell to be tortured for decades to come.
Many years later, John contracted lung cancer, due in no small part to the thirty or so cigarettes he smoked a day. To try and find help, he contacted a friend of his, Brendan Finn, who was also dying. Having sold his soul to the devil (called the First of the Fallen), the demon came to collect as his friend passed. Tricking the fiend into drinking holy water, he promised John that, upon his own death, he would personally torment him in Hell for eternity. Forming a plan, John sold his soul to the other two rulers of Hell. Realizing they had been tricked, as none could collect his soul without risking a war in Hell with the other two lords, they concluded John could not be allowed to die, curing him of his cancer and restoring him to full health.
John is currently traveling England, planning a trip to America to see the sites, visit friends, and get as drunk as possible. He still actively works as an occult detective, fighting demons, monsters, ghosts, and anything else that could plague man.
POWERS AND ABILITIES
KNOWN POWERS:
KNOWN ABILITIES:
STRENGTH LEVEL: AVERAGE
WEAKNESSES:
- MASTER MAGICIAN: MANY CONSIDER JOHN TO BE ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL WIZARDS IN THE WORLD. HE IS ADEPT AT THINGS SUCH AS DIVINATION, GOLEMANCY, OCULUMANCY, ILLUSION CASTING, CURSING, AND MIND CONTROL. IN ADDITION, HE OFTEN USES THE FLAME FROM HIS LIGHTER TO PRODUCE HELLFIRE TO ATTACK HIS ENEMIES, AS WELL AS HAVING THE ABILITY TO PRODUCE BLASTS OF PURE, MAGICAL ENERGY TO FIRE AT HIS ENEMIES. HE CAN ALSO BANISH OR SUMMON DEMONS, THOUGH HE IS VERY CAUTIOUS WITH THE LATTER, AS THIS HAS BACKFIRED ON HIM BEFORE.
- DEMON TAINTED BLOOD: DUE TO A BLOOD TRANSFUSION WITH THE DEMON NERGAL, JOHN'S BLOOD HAS BEEN TAINTED. AS SUCH, HE HAS MINOR DEMONIC ADVANTAGES, SUCH AS SLOWED AGING; HE IS IN HIS FORTIES, YET APPEARS SOMEWHAT YOUNGER AND ACTS (AND DRINKS) LIKE A MAN IN HIS TWENTIES. IN ADDITION, THE UNDEAD SEEM SLIGHTLY REPULSED BY HIM, ESPECIALLY VAMPIRES, ONE STATING HIS BLOOD TASTES INCREDIBLY BITTER. HIS BLOOD ALSO ALLOWS FOR VERY MINOR REGENERATIVE POWERS, ALLOWING MINOR WOUNDS TO HEAL WITHING A FEW HOURS.
KNOWN ABILITIES:
- MANIPULATION: DUE TO HIS DISLIKE FOR COMBAT, CONSTANTINE HAS HONED HIS CUNNING AND WIT TO BE AS DEADLY A WEAPON AS HIS MAGIC. TO THOSE WHO HAVE HEARD OF HIM, IT MAY ONLY TAKE AN INTRODUCTION BEFORE A POTENTIAL ADVERSARY BACKS DOWN. TO THOSE WHO HAVEN'T, THEY WILL SURELY REMEMBER HIM LATER, PARTICULARLY AFTER HE'S TALKED YOU OUT OF YOUR MONEY, CAR, HOUSE, AND LOVER AND CONVINCED YOU TO SET FIRE TO YOUR HAIR. QUICK THINKING AND CLEVER, HIS MIND IS AS POWERFUL AS ANY BLADE.
- STAGE MAGIC (SLEIGHT OF HAND, PICK POCKETING, ESCAPOLOGY, ETC.)
- VAST OCCULT KNOWLEDGE: CONSTANTINE HAS A GREAT DEAL OF INFORMATION REGARDING THE SUPERNATURAL. HE IS WELL VERSED IN, OBVIOUSLY, MAGIC, BUT ALSO IN THE UNDEAD, THE AFTERLIFE, DEMONS, AND MANY OTHER NOT-SO-NORMAL SUBJECTS. HE IS ALSO WELL AQUAINTED WITH MANY MAGIC USERS OF THE WORLD.
STRENGTH LEVEL: AVERAGE
WEAKNESSES:
- ALCOHOLISM
- HEAVY SMOKER
- DEALS POORLY WITH FAILURE
PARAPHERNALIA
EQUIPMENT:
TRANSPORTATION:
WEAPONS:
- SILK CUT CIGARETTES
- BOTTLE OF GIN
TRANSPORTATION:
- CHAS’ TAXI
- HOUSE OF MYSTERY: WON IN A CARD GAME AGAINST A DEMON, THE HOUSE OF MYSTERY IS AN INTER-DIMENSIONAL HOUSE THAT MOVES BETWEEN REALMS. THE ROOMS AND INTERIOR OF THE HOUSE CHANGE ON THEIR OWN, ALMOST AS IF THE HOUSE IS ALIVE. ONLY THE OWNER (CONSTANTINE) CAN NAVIGATE THE SPACE WITHOUT FALLING PREY TO NUMEROUS TRAPS AND TRICK ROOMS. ANYONE WHO SETS FOOT INSIDE THE HOUSE CAN BE CALLED BACK TO IT BY CONSTANTINE.
WEAPONS:
- TRENCHCOAT: CONSTANTINE'S COAT EMITS A SICKENING AURA OF DEMONIC MAGIC. IT IS SLIGHTLY SELF-AWARE AND PROTECTS HIM FROM MINOR MAGICAL DAMAGE. ANYONE BESIDES CONSTANTINE AND THOSE OF HIS BLOOD ARE DRIVEN MAD OR FALL VICTIM TO AN UNTIMELY DEATH SHORTLY AFTER WEARING IT FOR AN EXTENDED PERIOD.
EXAMINATION RECORD
Another bloody storm in London. Typical weather, all things considered. Where was Chas? He'd called him twenty minutes ago. Not like it was a busy day, or anything, either; Constantine seemed to be the only person out in this rain. Pulling a fag out of pack, he cupped his hand and lit the end, taking a long drag before exhaling. It didn't take long before he realized something was off. Nothing he could place; just a feeling. Moments later, quite possibly the least subtle demons in existence appeared in a blaze of shadows and fire on the other side of the street.
"Constantine!" one of them screeched.
"What the f--- do you lot want?" the surly wizard responded, casually smoking away as if nothing seemed to bother him.
"We want your soul!" another yelled. In all, there was five of them. Not the best odds, but nothing John couldn't handle.
He chuckled. "And you really think you can get it? Piss off, you bunch'a prats." The fiends screamed in fury, nearly about to charge. Constantine seemed not to mind, though. He sighed, exhaling smoke while he did it. Before he had the chance to try to talk these fools into submission, he heard the sound of a motor in the distance; Chas finally got around to picking him up. While he'd rather not stoop to violence so quickly, he didn't have much time to play around. Rolling up his sleeves, he pulled his arms back, then threw them forward, violet beams of energy crackling from his fingertips.
Caught off guard, three of the demons were struck, dissolving into ash and flames as they were cast back to Hell. The other two, angered by the offense, tried to charge at Constantine, hellfire burning in their eyes (literally). For an ironic twist, Constantine inhaled from his cigarette, burning it down to the filter. Upon exhaling, he sent a blast of fire at the demons, flooring them. Taking the opportunity, he muttered a few quick phrases in Latin, opening upon his bottle and pouring a circle around the beasts. Dropping what was left of his fag to the alcohol, it lit despite the rain, the flames pulling over the demons and lowering onto them, sending them back to the underworld to join their mates.
Screeching to a halt, Chas jumped from the car. "What the hell was that?!"
"Nothing, just the usual: Some twats think they can take me, so I kicked a bit or arse while I waited for you." Opening the passenger door to the taxi, John stepped inside, lighting another cancer stick. "Ain't got all day, mate," he called to his friend.
Rolling his eyes, Chas got back in the car. "You finally going to pay me for this ride?" he asked, annoyed at his friend's cheap lifestyle.
"Right, right," Constantine muttered. "I'll buy you a couple drinks. How's that?" Chas nodded, even though they both knew the drinks were on him, just like always.
"Constantine!" one of them screeched.
"What the f--- do you lot want?" the surly wizard responded, casually smoking away as if nothing seemed to bother him.
"We want your soul!" another yelled. In all, there was five of them. Not the best odds, but nothing John couldn't handle.
He chuckled. "And you really think you can get it? Piss off, you bunch'a prats." The fiends screamed in fury, nearly about to charge. Constantine seemed not to mind, though. He sighed, exhaling smoke while he did it. Before he had the chance to try to talk these fools into submission, he heard the sound of a motor in the distance; Chas finally got around to picking him up. While he'd rather not stoop to violence so quickly, he didn't have much time to play around. Rolling up his sleeves, he pulled his arms back, then threw them forward, violet beams of energy crackling from his fingertips.
Caught off guard, three of the demons were struck, dissolving into ash and flames as they were cast back to Hell. The other two, angered by the offense, tried to charge at Constantine, hellfire burning in their eyes (literally). For an ironic twist, Constantine inhaled from his cigarette, burning it down to the filter. Upon exhaling, he sent a blast of fire at the demons, flooring them. Taking the opportunity, he muttered a few quick phrases in Latin, opening upon his bottle and pouring a circle around the beasts. Dropping what was left of his fag to the alcohol, it lit despite the rain, the flames pulling over the demons and lowering onto them, sending them back to the underworld to join their mates.
Screeching to a halt, Chas jumped from the car. "What the hell was that?!"
"Nothing, just the usual: Some twats think they can take me, so I kicked a bit or arse while I waited for you." Opening the passenger door to the taxi, John stepped inside, lighting another cancer stick. "Ain't got all day, mate," he called to his friend.
Rolling his eyes, Chas got back in the car. "You finally going to pay me for this ride?" he asked, annoyed at his friend's cheap lifestyle.
"Right, right," Constantine muttered. "I'll buy you a couple drinks. How's that?" Chas nodded, even though they both knew the drinks were on him, just like always.
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