Post by carter alexander johnson on Jun 16, 2009 20:13:55 GMT -5
Cannon's Full Name: Jonathon Perry
Special Abilities: Psychokinesis
Audition Post: Jonathon Perry was practicing with his powers. Being half-witch, he had abilities. He was psychic. He could move objects with his mind, as well as read minds. Right now he was holding his other spell books up while he read them. He was having trouble with a new spell, and he thought concentrating on the books more by levitating them would help. It wasn't. "Darn," he said, and placed them on the ground. He stood up, stretching out his body that appeared to be 24 years old. He was older than that, a lot older than that.
Jonathon was 320 years old. Being partially a vampire meant that he was immortal. He would leave to see the world destroy itself around him. He would have to learn how to survive. He was very good at surviving. He had to be to survive 320 years of people trying to eliminate vampires and other creatures like him. He was even around during the Salem witch trials. He remembered them struggling to kill him. He didn't panic when he was caught. He had known a spell that "froze" the flames when they tried to burn him. It was strangely pleasant.
It pained him when they thought a regular person was a witch. He couldn't exactly save them, even though he wanted to. Poor, ignorant, stupid humans, he thought. Most of them were selfish people just trying to get extra property for themselves.
Jonathon exited his house, locking the door and putting a charm on it. He may be trusting, but not that trusting. There were some very irreplaceable objects he kept in his house for his magic. He walked on down the street, waiting to catch the bus. He was heading for the mall, to see if he could find anyone he knew. He had to keep up his impression of being normal.
Signature! Jonathon Perry
Special Abilities: Psychokinesis
Audition Post: Jonathon Perry was practicing with his powers. Being half-witch, he had abilities. He was psychic. He could move objects with his mind, as well as read minds. Right now he was holding his other spell books up while he read them. He was having trouble with a new spell, and he thought concentrating on the books more by levitating them would help. It wasn't. "Darn," he said, and placed them on the ground. He stood up, stretching out his body that appeared to be 24 years old. He was older than that, a lot older than that.
Jonathon was 320 years old. Being partially a vampire meant that he was immortal. He would leave to see the world destroy itself around him. He would have to learn how to survive. He was very good at surviving. He had to be to survive 320 years of people trying to eliminate vampires and other creatures like him. He was even around during the Salem witch trials. He remembered them struggling to kill him. He didn't panic when he was caught. He had known a spell that "froze" the flames when they tried to burn him. It was strangely pleasant.
It pained him when they thought a regular person was a witch. He couldn't exactly save them, even though he wanted to. Poor, ignorant, stupid humans, he thought. Most of them were selfish people just trying to get extra property for themselves.
Jonathon exited his house, locking the door and putting a charm on it. He may be trusting, but not that trusting. There were some very irreplaceable objects he kept in his house for his magic. He walked on down the street, waiting to catch the bus. He was heading for the mall, to see if he could find anyone he knew. He had to keep up his impression of being normal.
Signature! Jonathon Perry
