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ooc ~ application post
Sep. 21st, 2013 08:59 pmCharacter: John Constantine
Series: Constantine
Character Age: Early thirties
Job: Camp Exorcist
Canon: Heaven and Hell have a status quo. No angels and demons are allowed on Earth and the only allowances are demonic or angelic half breeds. In this new battleground to gain more power is John Constantine, an exorcist, who uses his abilities in order to attain salvation. The problem is, he’s a dick.
John Constantine has the ability of seeing things for what they really are and that did a number on his conscience. Bitter, blunt and selfish, Constantine is no hero, only helping people to serve his own cause. That being said, he is not needlessly cruel, doing his best to help his clients and those he perceives to be in a similar situation as himself. With no regard for authority and people who abuse their power, Constantine is a force to be reckoned with. Even if he’s the kind of dick who won’t hold elevator doors open for you.
Sample Entry:
Tell us about yourself in a few words.
It’s John Constantine, asshole.
Why are you joining our happy community?
You call this happy? Several cases of a zombie outbreak. The presence of a Cthulhu. Possession. Demonic infection. And one ongoing case of unexplained cannibalism. It’s easy to look the other way, isn’t it? But I can’t do that.
So I’m signing up to fix all the stupid shit you people can’t be bothered to deal with. Because it’s my fucking job.
What do you expect from your camp experience?
Hmm, what do I expect from being in a place full of adolescents and horny teenagers? Hell. Obviously.
Why are you a valuable asset to this camp?
Because I’m not a horny teenager or an adolescent, I automatically get bumped up to someone useful. For fuck’s sake, ask something useful.
Do you think you are good in a crisis? Why?
Finally, we’re getting somewhere. As an exorcist, I have many useful skills. Getting demons to fuck off, travelling to Hell, being able to perceive the true nature of the supernatural.
Also, I have good aim with a gun. I don’t panic, I don’t oversell myself and I know how to keep myself alive. Nothing’s more useful than that.
If you’re asking whether I’m good for someone else’s crisis, well. That’s a whole different ball game.
What if the crisis involved the end of the world? Please explain.
Been there, done that. Don’t want to talk about it. And if there's another one on its way, I expect to be paid in advance this time. I don't work for free unless it's for kids.
Would you be able to dispose of the flesh of the undead? How?
Sorry, I get someone else do it for me. Why the fuck with I bother with the disposal? I’m the exorcist, not the garbage man.
Do you find these questions increasingly unnerving? Why not?
You’re aiming for the wrong crowd. Try the toddlers over there.
Do you have a five year plan in mind?
Let me break it down for you.
First year: escape. Second year: escape. Third year: escape. Fourth year: escape. And if I’m still here by the fifth year, I’ll settle for being drunk. Big plans are for people with ambition and a life. I'm okay with second best. I'm not meant for big things.
Are you squeamish?
... See, you don't deserve a response.
Fuck off already.
((In!))
Series: Constantine
Character Age: Early thirties
Job: Camp Exorcist
Canon: Heaven and Hell have a status quo. No angels and demons are allowed on Earth and the only allowances are demonic or angelic half breeds. In this new battleground to gain more power is John Constantine, an exorcist, who uses his abilities in order to attain salvation. The problem is, he’s a dick.
John Constantine has the ability of seeing things for what they really are and that did a number on his conscience. Bitter, blunt and selfish, Constantine is no hero, only helping people to serve his own cause. That being said, he is not needlessly cruel, doing his best to help his clients and those he perceives to be in a similar situation as himself. With no regard for authority and people who abuse their power, Constantine is a force to be reckoned with. Even if he’s the kind of dick who won’t hold elevator doors open for you.
Sample Entry:
Tell us about yourself in a few words.
It’s John Constantine, asshole.
Why are you joining our happy community?
You call this happy? Several cases of a zombie outbreak. The presence of a Cthulhu. Possession. Demonic infection. And one ongoing case of unexplained cannibalism. It’s easy to look the other way, isn’t it? But I can’t do that.
So I’m signing up to fix all the stupid shit you people can’t be bothered to deal with. Because it’s my fucking job.
What do you expect from your camp experience?
Hmm, what do I expect from being in a place full of adolescents and horny teenagers? Hell. Obviously.
Why are you a valuable asset to this camp?
Because I’m not a horny teenager or an adolescent, I automatically get bumped up to someone useful. For fuck’s sake, ask something useful.
Do you think you are good in a crisis? Why?
Finally, we’re getting somewhere. As an exorcist, I have many useful skills. Getting demons to fuck off, travelling to Hell, being able to perceive the true nature of the supernatural.
Also, I have good aim with a gun. I don’t panic, I don’t oversell myself and I know how to keep myself alive. Nothing’s more useful than that.
If you’re asking whether I’m good for someone else’s crisis, well. That’s a whole different ball game.
What if the crisis involved the end of the world? Please explain.
Been there, done that. Don’t want to talk about it. And if there's another one on its way, I expect to be paid in advance this time. I don't work for free unless it's for kids.
Would you be able to dispose of the flesh of the undead? How?
Sorry, I get someone else do it for me. Why the fuck with I bother with the disposal? I’m the exorcist, not the garbage man.
Do you find these questions increasingly unnerving? Why not?
You’re aiming for the wrong crowd. Try the toddlers over there.
Do you have a five year plan in mind?
Let me break it down for you.
First year: escape. Second year: escape. Third year: escape. Fourth year: escape. And if I’m still here by the fifth year, I’ll settle for being drunk. Big plans are for people with ambition and a life. I'm okay with second best. I'm not meant for big things.
Are you squeamish?
... See, you don't deserve a response.
Fuck off already.
((In!))
