PARKER, Jonah Nikolai Dec 19, 2013 17:16:16 GMT -5
Post by JONAH NIKOLAI PARKER on Dec 19, 2013 17:16:16 GMT -5
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FULL NAMEJonah "Johnny" Nikolai Parker
BIRTHDAY December 25th
Jonah is a stereotypically good looking guy. At 6'2" he's pretty tall with fine features and a carefree smile. His eyes are the colour of milk chocolate melting on a warm day. His thick brown hair falls in waves around his head. Jonah has always been a bit crazy about fitness, resulting in a nicely cut body. The only two features of his that he thinks are major flaws are his crooked nose and his limp, both products of his accident.
Jonah prefers to dress in comfortably fitting jeans with a graphic tee and a hoodie.
- Playing piano
--- Jonah has played piano ever since he was a child.
--- Jonah was introduced to manga by his first girlfriend. Their breakup was a direct result of him becoming too into manga and ignoring her.
- Classic movies, especially musicals
--- People have always thought he was weird for this. He just revels in the old ideals of chivalry and love at first sight.
- Lounging on the beach
--- He used to love swimming, but it's too hard on his leg now. Lounging on the beach is pleasant as well.
--- It makes sense; his parents own a bakery. He hopes to inherit it one day.
- Punk music
--- Especially older punk music. Iggy Pop, Oldschool Green Day, and The Pogues are his favourite.
- Bad drivers
--- It was a bad driver that caused his accident. Since then, he's hated it.
--- Although he enjoys certain artists (Grandmaster Flash, The Streets), he generally dislikes most current Rap, Hip-Hop, and R&B music.
--- He's allergic to most artificial perfumes. He can handle some Lush products, but otherwise he's not good with scents.
- Dark Chocolate
--- He just doesn't like the taste.
--- He has a love/hate relationship with cats. That is to say, they love him but he hates them. This is mostly due to him being allergic to them.
--- Jonah is very musically inclined.
--- His parents have always encouraged him to help in the kitchen since he was very small.
- Any sports
--- Since his accident, Jonah has been unable to participate in any organized sports.
- Social situations
--- While he is a pretty cool guy, Jonah can be frustrating to get along with. He'll say what's on his mind regardless of how others may be affected by it.
- Financially Challenged
--- He's not sure how he does it, but money seems to burn a hole in his pocket.
Before his accident, Jonah was laid-back to a fault. He always believed that everything was going to work out, no matter how tough the situation seemed. He's retained a bit of that, but he thinks more about his future. He's had to give up a lot of his dreams and it's given him a bleaker outlook on life. He's got a good, responsible head on his shoulders. Still, this doesn't stop him from having a good time.
Jonah loves to just hang out and enjoy himself. He cares about the people around him and wants little more than to make everyone happy. He knows that his dreams are gone, but that won't stop him from encouraging others to pursue theirs, even if it makes him feel left out sometimes.
He has a bit of "sad puppy syndrome"; if someone shows him kindness, he feels indebted to them and will do his best for him. This can make him pretty obnoxious at times. He also falls hard and fast; a nice, pretty girl can easily get his attention.
Although he tends to be on the calm side, when something does make him angry, he completely loses it. He can't deal with problems in his own life; particularly rejection. When he meets a girl he cares about, she becomes everything to him. He tends to obsess a bit and when he's rejected, he can't deal with it. Though he's never physically hurt a girl he's always worried that one day he will.
They say you can never go home. I’ve always wondered if that meant the place has changed, or you have. In my case, I literally can’t go home. It’s not there anymore.
I was born in a neat little bungalow on Christmas day. And when I say I was born in the bungalow, I actually was. My dad was at work and our phone had been disconnected. We were lucky that my aunt happened to stop by, otherwise who knows what would’ve happened. But I was born on the kitchen floor.
I loved that house. I lived there for 7 years with my mom, Kasey, and dad, Rolan. Then my grandma got sick. Really sick. We packed up and moved the New York to take care of her. And then we just kinda stayed there. It was weird. The way things turn out. My dad got a good job and my mom seemed like she was finally happy.
But then I got into an accident. I was walking across the road from my bus stop to my school and a car sped through the red light. My anterior cruciate ligament was ruptured. I didn’t think I would ever walk again. But my parents pulled together their money and paid for my surgery.
Then the recession hit. My parents both lost their jobs. So we moved back to Wentworth. My parents opened their own bakery. We couldn’t move back into our old house. It had been dismantled and the property turned into a community park.
Now we live in a little 2 bedroom bungalow. I’m going back to school. Senior year. Should be fun, I guess.
Leon flashed a quick smile at her. He felt awkward sitting with someone he didn’t even know. She seemed pleasant enough, but you never could tell with some people. He paused for a moment, looking at her, before slowly pulling his laptop out of his book bag. He set it on the table and opened it. It was a little slow to boot up, but it was tiny and worked well enough for what he needed it to. He’d gotten it for taking notes in class and writing on the go. He’d only had it for about a year but it hadn’t had a single problem.
His fingers skimmed easily over the letters, the comforting clicketty-clack of the keys was music to his ears. The words poured free from his soul, forming thoughts and ideas; the excitement was almost tangible to him. Writing was his passion; it was his life. He needed it more than anything.
He paused, stuck on a word. He glanced back up at the girl and wondered how she was with writing. It was worth a shot.
”What’s a nicer way of calling someone a coward?” He looked back down at his screen. Leon hated coming across problems he couldn’t solve. He’d written beyond that point, but just kept coming back to it. It was not in that characters nature to just call someone a coward. They were more polite than that.
”If it helps, it’s in the context of a man not willing to go into battle because he believe in what he’s fighting for.” Leon knew that it wasn’t really cowardly, but not all his characters agreed with them, and they seemed so very real to him. They were as much a part of him as he was. Even when he wasn’t writing, they were in his thoughts. They plagued him, spoke to him, wanted him to write about them. He needed to do them justice.