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[not the real Jonathan Lewis Seward]


Name: Johnny Christ
Known For: Bassist of Avenged Sevenfold
Clan: Brujah
Live Journal: johnnycseward
Screen Name: johnnycseward
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Brief Character Summary: Born in Georgia as Jonathon Seward on November 22, 1895, "Johnny Christ" grew up in any common Georgian household, plagued with racism and tainted by blind religion. At an early age, Johnny began to view his faith differently as he was deeply affected by the amount of hate and fear that ran rampant through his family. Johnny was thirteen when he first acted out against his father in particular, knocking over a stack of bibles on the desk in the family parlor. While he was at school, Johnny got involved with the "wrong crowd", losing the last bit of faith he had in god and his family.

At sixteen, Johnny moved out for good and moved up north to Maryland, where he began to work in Baltimore as an assistant to an inn-keeper. Johnny still got into skirmishes with people he had no respect for, like those who would pick on the helpless and less fortunate. Call him a martyr, but Johnny wasn't looking for some kind of recognition when he did this. He had no underlying motive other than to stop the racism that had forced him away from his own family. The inn-keeper was a rather strange man, one that tended to the books all day and came out at night to review what was happening. The man angered quickly, was a verbal-fighting champion, but Johnny always felt that there was something a little off about him.

Five years later, Johnny finally found out what made his employer so strange. The man let him in on the secret and begged Johnny to welcome the embrace. He'd gone through a lot of trouble to get it approved by the prince, having been turned down several times in the process before the prince finally gave in. Johnny agreed to the embrace, seeing as he had no other people in his life.

He took his need for blood hard; it disgusts him even as he needs it, craves it, and will go for longer periods than he should without drinking until someone in the clan reminds him that he needs to feed. He clings on to this humanity, starving for this last vestige of the separation of him from the darker side he harbors. Even so, Johnny only feeds from those he fights, forgoing the need to break fresh skin with his teeth.

Fifty years after he was embraced, Johnny's sire disappeared mysteriously. Johnny, to this day, wonders about his sire's whereabouts, and almost pines away for the man to return to his role as Johnny's sire. After waiting over a decade for his sire to return to Baltimore, Johnny knew he needed to move on with his life, and moved all the way across the country to LA.

Presently, Johnny runs a low-key gym just outside of the city, getting many celebrities that are looking for somewhere to work off those nonexistent pounds in peace. While Johnny dislikes the attention-craving people, he can't exactly refuse their business. His gym also serves as a place for some of the newly embraced to hang out and stay out of trouble... for the most part. Though he'll deny it, Johnny encourages them to fight, and fights often as well to stand up for people who need it, and fights those that need to be put in their places. That isn't to say that he is completely innocent; far from it, Johnny fights often for money as well as the joy of fighting.

Sample Role-Play: Walking down the streets of LA, Johnny warily eyed the kine walking along with him. These were the most self-centered, egotistical, vain people he'd ever met; there went several Paris-wannabes, talking nonstop on their cell-phones and to each other, their various-shades-of-blonde hair curled just-so as they carried bag after bag of purchased clothing; another group of rapper-gangster-whatever you called them, cat-calling at women and forcing people out of their way without touching them as they walked down the street. Everything was so typical to Johnny. He'd seen so many trends and fashions throughout his life to ever get into any himself, or to get involved with them in any way. Now, irritable and still looking to get hammered, Johnny turned into his favorite bar, happy to see that it was still relatively unoccupied except for the bartender.

"Hey Larry," he greeted gruffly, sitting down at the bar. He eyed another group sitting in the corner warily; weren't the "emo" kids not supposed to be drinking alcohol? Yeah, there was the copy of The Catcher In the Rye Johnny'd been looking for, poking out of one of their "in-style" messenger bags. His eye twitched unhappily. "A scotch for me, please."

The bartender nodded, knowing what Johnny wanted already. Larry set the drink down in front of the kindred, and Johnny took the moment to sniff the air a little. The stench of blood was wafting from the door behind the bar, and Johnny couldn't help but smile. "Another fight?" he asked, a little excited. He looked up at Larry with eager eyes, his sharp grin widening when Larry nodded his head solemnly. He downed his scotch in one long swallow and threw his money down. "I'll be back for another when I'm finished."

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