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eschatologically
Age: 30. Jesus.
Characters Played:sklent & daedalist
IN-CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: John Connor
Fandom: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, or that show that didn't have legal rights to the word 'terminator'
Age: 24
Canon Point: Six months after Sarah Connor's death from cancer in present-day Baja, California.
Original Universe or Alternate Universe? Hello? This is Era you're talking to. AU BABY. HERE THERE BE NO TIME TRAVELING ROBOTS, just one fucked up woman and a cult that didn't help along the way.
Personality:
So John. Has. Not issues; subscriptions. Untreated and undiagnosed severe PTSD, for one. He has issues surrounding both a fear of and a fascination/affinity for and with technology as it advances. AI? Totally going to give him a small heart attack before he gives in to wanting to understand how it works. People who were once AI? Again. Fear, then fascination.
He has minor anxiety issues with large, open spaces (which will make him fit in Sanctum just fine, really) and even worse anxiety issues with crowded, enclosed spaces. He is no stranger to anxiety attacks just as he is no stranger to outright ignoring them.
John's major issue is that he thinks of himself as a thing. A name to live up to - or escape, as he's been trying to for the last six months. A future that either will never happen or may result in the end of the world as we know it. He hasn't had to room to be a person through all that...and so he has difficulty giving himself the room to be one. Emotionally, this leaves him more than a little stunted and unsure as to how to make real emotional connections with other people. He is a child soldier with a fucked up past and a lot of problems.
He also lies like breathing, unfortunately.
Background:
So. First of all. If there are no time travelling killer robots, then just how did Kyle Reese die?
A drunk driver, actually, though his newly pregnant girlfriend took this so poorly that she had a full-on mental breakdown. It didn't help that her roommate was part of an anti-technology religious movement (a cult, really), and took the barely holding on to sanity Sarah down to the desert for five months, during which time Sarah constructed a very vivid series of memories about her boyfriend, where he came from, and his death.
She held on to these beliefs through her return to LA, destroying all of her personal records and any personal technology she possessed before going on to train with 'survivalists' and mercenary types in South America after her son was born. By the time John was 13 he had only lived in cities for very brief periods of time while his mother had decided she was lonely enough to try and have relationships with people outside of the mercenary/cultist circles she ran it - though these relationships never lasted very long, since Sarah was just as much of a liar as her son is now.
Not to mention having become a bit of an international anti-technology terrorist by that point.
That year, Sarah was caught along with half a dozen other cultist members and John was promptly put in the foster care system while his mother was in a state-run mental hospital in Northern California. He wasn't adjusting very well, but he was 13 and occasionally tried; he might have even managed to improve between his incredible computer skills and wanting to fit in with his peers and maybe not change foster homes every six months, but then the worst happened: his mother was sprung out of the hospital she was in by several cultists, and John's life went right back to being severely unbalanced and unhealthy for him the moment she killed his foster family and took him back when he returned from a classmate's birthday party. A life in which he was expected to become the 'savior' of humanity, saving them from a future in which machines hunted them for sport. He has a frightening skill set related to sniping, field medicine and survivalism (especially in a desert environment) as a result.
He also lived his life with very little personal agency until his mother's death.
John never entirely bought into the cult and his mother's beliefs about the future, but he also loved his mother and believes that the future she so strongly insisted would occur just might. Who is he to say that it couldn't? But there is the fact that his father existed in the past - his school records, family, obituary John all found within the first three months of his return to LA once his mother's ashes were scattered to the Pacific.
At the moment he's living on his own, having informed the cult that he has no desire to lead them now. He's well aware they've been keeping tabs on him, not to mention various homeland security acronyms. For the past six months John has been existing off the grid in Los Angeles, torn between disappearing forever and letting his life be dictated - again - by people he never chose to have anything to do with in the first place.
Hasn't helped his paranoia much at all.
Other Notables: John is VERY GOOD at hacking and sniping. He probably won't be giving the impression of either of those anytime soon.
Inventory: St. Michael's icon on a silver chain, semi-automatic handgun plus an extra ammo clip, photograph of his mother while she was pregnant, business card from local community college with a phone number scrawled on the back (it's his uncle, and he still hasn't worked up the nerve to call him and possibly get him on the cult's radar).
SAMPLES
NETWORK SAMPLE: [ There's a mighty fumbling with the glasses as a line of binary streams across the feed:
That blinks away and is immediately followed by an uncertain clearing of someone's throat and then the image kicks in to the room every Immune has seen before, deep within Bifrons in District 3. Various items are scattered around and the person broadcasting speaks quietly as if to themselves. ]
Huhn. Last I saw Google glass they didn't look as...streamlined.
[ He goes towards the door and his voice picks up. ] Also is this some kinda joke? A new high tech hospital called Proles? Because I'm pretty sure I have rights, you know. To at least a phonecall before...[ The image jerks down and then around past his hip in the surgery gown, the open edge and the base of his spine visible. He reaches out and touches the lowest port. ] Jesus FUCK what is on my back?!
[ The glasses are then sharply thrown across the room, the crack reverberating through the network as the feed cuts out. ]
LOG SAMPLE:
So this was fucked.
If he was supposed to believe these people, this place, then he was in the far-flung future, not even on Earth, and the devastation of humanity hadn't come from it's obsession with thinking technology - no, it had come from good old fashioned zombies.
Right. Right.
John moved through the grocery store in a daze. Most of the things he didn't recognize, and many canned foods didn't exactly list their ingredients. Someone tutted at him for staring too long at beans, and he tried to remind himself how to move like someone who wasn't going through shock.
Everyone had the ports. Everyone had the glasses. People knew his entire history. More people were just trying to live their lives, heads down, do what you can to survive, trust in the powers that be. The powers that be fucked, since they brought him here. What was he supposed to do? Why did they even keep them here?
It was like some huge experiment, John thought, to see how people adapt to a place that isn't home. To see how quickly they made home in a new place. Problem was, he wasn't sure if he wanted to go along with it or not. If he wanted to burn his way out or keep his head down.
He wasn't entirely sure he wasn't just dreaming the whole thing up, or stuck in the afterlife either.
Name: Era
Contact Information:
sleepofreasonPersonal Journal:
eschatologicallyAge: 30. Jesus.
Characters Played:
sklent & daedalistName: John Connor
Fandom: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, or that show that didn't have legal rights to the word 'terminator'
Age: 24
Canon Point: Six months after Sarah Connor's death from cancer in present-day Baja, California.
Original Universe or Alternate Universe? Hello? This is Era you're talking to. AU BABY. HERE THERE BE NO TIME TRAVELING ROBOTS, just one fucked up woman and a cult that didn't help along the way.
Personality:
So John. Has. Not issues; subscriptions. Untreated and undiagnosed severe PTSD, for one. He has issues surrounding both a fear of and a fascination/affinity for and with technology as it advances. AI? Totally going to give him a small heart attack before he gives in to wanting to understand how it works. People who were once AI? Again. Fear, then fascination.
He has minor anxiety issues with large, open spaces (which will make him fit in Sanctum just fine, really) and even worse anxiety issues with crowded, enclosed spaces. He is no stranger to anxiety attacks just as he is no stranger to outright ignoring them.
John's major issue is that he thinks of himself as a thing. A name to live up to - or escape, as he's been trying to for the last six months. A future that either will never happen or may result in the end of the world as we know it. He hasn't had to room to be a person through all that...and so he has difficulty giving himself the room to be one. Emotionally, this leaves him more than a little stunted and unsure as to how to make real emotional connections with other people. He is a child soldier with a fucked up past and a lot of problems.
He also lies like breathing, unfortunately.
Background:
So. First of all. If there are no time travelling killer robots, then just how did Kyle Reese die?
A drunk driver, actually, though his newly pregnant girlfriend took this so poorly that she had a full-on mental breakdown. It didn't help that her roommate was part of an anti-technology religious movement (a cult, really), and took the barely holding on to sanity Sarah down to the desert for five months, during which time Sarah constructed a very vivid series of memories about her boyfriend, where he came from, and his death.
She held on to these beliefs through her return to LA, destroying all of her personal records and any personal technology she possessed before going on to train with 'survivalists' and mercenary types in South America after her son was born. By the time John was 13 he had only lived in cities for very brief periods of time while his mother had decided she was lonely enough to try and have relationships with people outside of the mercenary/cultist circles she ran it - though these relationships never lasted very long, since Sarah was just as much of a liar as her son is now.
Not to mention having become a bit of an international anti-technology terrorist by that point.
That year, Sarah was caught along with half a dozen other cultist members and John was promptly put in the foster care system while his mother was in a state-run mental hospital in Northern California. He wasn't adjusting very well, but he was 13 and occasionally tried; he might have even managed to improve between his incredible computer skills and wanting to fit in with his peers and maybe not change foster homes every six months, but then the worst happened: his mother was sprung out of the hospital she was in by several cultists, and John's life went right back to being severely unbalanced and unhealthy for him the moment she killed his foster family and took him back when he returned from a classmate's birthday party. A life in which he was expected to become the 'savior' of humanity, saving them from a future in which machines hunted them for sport. He has a frightening skill set related to sniping, field medicine and survivalism (especially in a desert environment) as a result.
He also lived his life with very little personal agency until his mother's death.
John never entirely bought into the cult and his mother's beliefs about the future, but he also loved his mother and believes that the future she so strongly insisted would occur just might. Who is he to say that it couldn't? But there is the fact that his father existed in the past - his school records, family, obituary John all found within the first three months of his return to LA once his mother's ashes were scattered to the Pacific.
At the moment he's living on his own, having informed the cult that he has no desire to lead them now. He's well aware they've been keeping tabs on him, not to mention various homeland security acronyms. For the past six months John has been existing off the grid in Los Angeles, torn between disappearing forever and letting his life be dictated - again - by people he never chose to have anything to do with in the first place.
Hasn't helped his paranoia much at all.
Other Notables: John is VERY GOOD at hacking and sniping. He probably won't be giving the impression of either of those anytime soon.
Inventory: St. Michael's icon on a silver chain, semi-automatic handgun plus an extra ammo clip, photograph of his mother while she was pregnant, business card from local community college with a phone number scrawled on the back (it's his uncle, and he still hasn't worked up the nerve to call him and possibly get him on the cult's radar).
NETWORK SAMPLE: [ There's a mighty fumbling with the glasses as a line of binary streams across the feed:
01000011 01110101 01110010 01110010 01100101 01101110 01110100 00100000 01101100 01101111 01100011 01100001 01110100 01101001 01101111 01101110 00111111
That blinks away and is immediately followed by an uncertain clearing of someone's throat and then the image kicks in to the room every Immune has seen before, deep within Bifrons in District 3. Various items are scattered around and the person broadcasting speaks quietly as if to themselves. ]
Huhn. Last I saw Google glass they didn't look as...streamlined.
[ He goes towards the door and his voice picks up. ] Also is this some kinda joke? A new high tech hospital called Proles? Because I'm pretty sure I have rights, you know. To at least a phonecall before...[ The image jerks down and then around past his hip in the surgery gown, the open edge and the base of his spine visible. He reaches out and touches the lowest port. ] Jesus FUCK what is on my back?!
[ The glasses are then sharply thrown across the room, the crack reverberating through the network as the feed cuts out. ]
LOG SAMPLE:
So this was fucked.
If he was supposed to believe these people, this place, then he was in the far-flung future, not even on Earth, and the devastation of humanity hadn't come from it's obsession with thinking technology - no, it had come from good old fashioned zombies.
Right. Right.
John moved through the grocery store in a daze. Most of the things he didn't recognize, and many canned foods didn't exactly list their ingredients. Someone tutted at him for staring too long at beans, and he tried to remind himself how to move like someone who wasn't going through shock.
Everyone had the ports. Everyone had the glasses. People knew his entire history. More people were just trying to live their lives, heads down, do what you can to survive, trust in the powers that be. The powers that be fucked, since they brought him here. What was he supposed to do? Why did they even keep them here?
It was like some huge experiment, John thought, to see how people adapt to a place that isn't home. To see how quickly they made home in a new place. Problem was, he wasn't sure if he wanted to go along with it or not. If he wanted to burn his way out or keep his head down.
He wasn't entirely sure he wasn't just dreaming the whole thing up, or stuck in the afterlife either.
