Post by Bunny on Aug 21, 2010 13:52:43 GMT -5
Name: John Peters
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Married?: No
Believer in He Who Walks Behind the Rows?: Yes
Thoughts on He Who Walks Behind the Rows: It would be wonderful to describe thoughts in the creature that is John Peters, but he truly possesses none of his own, preferring to instead stake his claim in whatever is most popular. In this case, since the popular 'trend' of Gatlin is that He Who Walks Behind the Rows is God, he believes that He Who Walks Behind the Rows is God. He uses absolutely nothing to back up his assertion and belief except for the fact that most everyone he knows, except for an ostracized few, worships the corn-god.
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Appearance:
John Peter's appearance is one that most everyone in Gatlin should have engraved in their memory since he is always trying to muscle his way to the center of attention. Since he stands at a mere five foot two inches, this could be noted as an accomplishment.
The best way to describe his form is pudgy. He is not fat by any stretch of the imagination, yet there is an undeniable protruding girth from his stomach. This slight indication of obesity is underscored by his height: since he is so short, his wide stomach seems to be even wider than it actually is, and therefore, he seems fatter than he already is; or merely shorter, depending on the observer's perspective and half-empty or half-emptier attitude.
His head is shapes. To be crude, it looks as though a multitude of ovals and squares decided to have an orgy, and they are still having it on his face. This is not to say that John Peters is ugly. Most people would not notice the peculiar mixture of bulges and curves on his face unless they deigned to actually give him a speculative overview. His eyes are a hazel-green, and his hair is a black-brown, cut evenly below his ears.
Personality: John Peters is short. This isn't necessarily a personality trait, but it is the source of so many of his deficiencies that it should be listed as a part of it. The Napoleon complex may have since been disproven, but there is little doubt that all the evidence one would have needed to make a decent argument for its existence was all contained inside of John Peters' head.
He is very quick to anger - concerning him, anyway. While he would pronounce to the heavens and Isaac and to whoever else is listening that He Who Walks is God and that whoever breaks his laws should be sacrificed blah blah blah...he truly won't grow angry. However, if anyone: from their leader Isaac to the small four-year-old Nahum - does something or requests something that would put him in a mild position of discomfort, such as requesting that he collect a portion of the harvest for rations or to stop screaming so that other people can go to sleep, then he flies into a fury that few can match, indignant that on top of all the work he already does for the Lord (which amounts to essentially nothing) and Isaac (see above) that he also has to stop keeping four-year olds up at night by screaming!
As mentioned above, he seems to live in an imaginary world where he does all the work for Gatlin. His peers aren't quite certain whether or not this is because he is hopelessly delusional or has just come up with a brilliant way to keep out of working in the hot sun. He claims to have to plant all the crops (all of them. Whenever he uses the word 'all' in a sentence, he is not exaggerating for effect: he means it.), then care for all of them while they grow, then harvest them all, then store them all. He also had to kill all the adults in Gatlin, and has to kill all the outlanders who ever threaten their peace. He also has to look after all the younger kids in Gatlin. This is all of course a fantastic lie, for if he could truly do all of that, as well as court a young lady and have a healthy close-knit group of friends that he enjoys bragging about, then he would be a super-human Godlike being in himself, and would likely have the ability to punch He Who Walks Behind the Rows in the face, enslave him and make him do the polka and ride on a tricycle until John got bored. 'Cuz hey, if he has super-human ability to do job that it takes hundreds of individuals to do, he might as well be able to punch the God or Demon or Satan or whatever your personal belief is in the face.
He doesn't, incidentally.
In fact, he actually does little, if any work at all. He does do the bare minimum, of course, working in the fields, but even that he does by the definition of a half-assed manner.
He belittles all of his peers. No one can ever meet the exemplary example that is John Peters. No one has enough friends, no one is pretty enough, or good looking enough, or works hard enough, or eats well enough - that's right. He comments on other's eating habits while both being pudgy and living in a small town where vegetables are the hailed Holy Food.
Like he fits the bill of the Napoleon comlpex he also could have his picture pasted against the definition of shogunist pig. Women are to be seen, not heard, and are not to step out of their 'place'. Whatever this 'place' is he doesn't bother to define, but they BETTER stay in it. And pig? He isn't pudgy because of his minute appetite: he would eat Isaac himself if the boy strayed too close. He shovels - as John would say - all the food in Gatlin into his mouth.
He is very eager to pass the blame. If anything goes wrong at all, it must be someone's fault. But not his, of course. Nothing is ever his fault, because he is John Peters and he is the definition of perfection. (This is called sarcasm). If a rusted wheel, aged to the double digits, falls off of a cart while someone pushes it, it is the pushers fault. If John Peters smashes a window with a hammer, it is the nearest girl in the vicinity's fault.
He likes solving problems with violence. If he has a problem or issue with someone, he prefers to punch them in the face. If violence is is not an option, than he opts for veiled threats. This falls squarely in the immature category of his personality, which accumulates 98% of it.
Pompest and proud, and thinks himself as Isaac's right-hand-man, although he thinks this is at the same time irritating: Isaac doesn't know how to run Gatlin, he thinks, and he perceives the boy preacher as being exponentially lazy.
He isn't a pure monster, however. He does have a friendly, outgoing personality, and unless you have the misfortune of having to stay in his company for hours upon hours, you would likely find him charming. He can speak very well and with an air of intelligence that is only smoked when he attempts to use a word that is clearly too large or complicated for his comprehension...or butchers a word all together, such as turning 'converse' into 'conversate'. And, while he looks down on women as inferior, he does try to protect them and be courteous to them... unless of course they are acting in a way that he deems inappropriate. Then they need to be treated like trash.
Likes:
Himself
Complaining of others' laziness
Talking exceptionally loud
He Who Walks Behind the Rows
Anything else that everyone else is doing.
Women
Dislikes:
Things that are not embraced by the majority
Anyone requiring him to do work.
Malachai, who is clearly is superior in everything.
Isaac, who clearly grows irritated with him.
Uppity women
History:
John Peters' lifestyle may have changed in the three years of the reign of He Who Walks Behind the Rows, but it hasn't changed his personality. Before he would complain about how he was the only one doing housework, and now he complains about how he's the only one who does any work. He always had a strong circle of friends, but this number has dwindled somewhat, since he has to be in contact with the majority of them for long periods of time.
At first he was reluctant to follow the teachings of He Who Walks Behind the Rows. However, due to the cult murdering all the unbelievers with a few minor exceptions, this belief swiftly became the more popular opinion. It would be somewhat honorable to say that he embraced He Who Walks Behind the Rows out of fear, but he merely did it for popularity.
John's sort of a douche, like that.
Weapon of Choice: Machete
Other:
This is based off of a real person. >.>
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Married?: No
Believer in He Who Walks Behind the Rows?: Yes
Thoughts on He Who Walks Behind the Rows: It would be wonderful to describe thoughts in the creature that is John Peters, but he truly possesses none of his own, preferring to instead stake his claim in whatever is most popular. In this case, since the popular 'trend' of Gatlin is that He Who Walks Behind the Rows is God, he believes that He Who Walks Behind the Rows is God. He uses absolutely nothing to back up his assertion and belief except for the fact that most everyone he knows, except for an ostracized few, worships the corn-god.
Image (optional):
Appearance:
John Peter's appearance is one that most everyone in Gatlin should have engraved in their memory since he is always trying to muscle his way to the center of attention. Since he stands at a mere five foot two inches, this could be noted as an accomplishment.
The best way to describe his form is pudgy. He is not fat by any stretch of the imagination, yet there is an undeniable protruding girth from his stomach. This slight indication of obesity is underscored by his height: since he is so short, his wide stomach seems to be even wider than it actually is, and therefore, he seems fatter than he already is; or merely shorter, depending on the observer's perspective and half-empty or half-emptier attitude.
His head is shapes. To be crude, it looks as though a multitude of ovals and squares decided to have an orgy, and they are still having it on his face. This is not to say that John Peters is ugly. Most people would not notice the peculiar mixture of bulges and curves on his face unless they deigned to actually give him a speculative overview. His eyes are a hazel-green, and his hair is a black-brown, cut evenly below his ears.
Personality: John Peters is short. This isn't necessarily a personality trait, but it is the source of so many of his deficiencies that it should be listed as a part of it. The Napoleon complex may have since been disproven, but there is little doubt that all the evidence one would have needed to make a decent argument for its existence was all contained inside of John Peters' head.
He is very quick to anger - concerning him, anyway. While he would pronounce to the heavens and Isaac and to whoever else is listening that He Who Walks is God and that whoever breaks his laws should be sacrificed blah blah blah...he truly won't grow angry. However, if anyone: from their leader Isaac to the small four-year-old Nahum - does something or requests something that would put him in a mild position of discomfort, such as requesting that he collect a portion of the harvest for rations or to stop screaming so that other people can go to sleep, then he flies into a fury that few can match, indignant that on top of all the work he already does for the Lord (which amounts to essentially nothing) and Isaac (see above) that he also has to stop keeping four-year olds up at night by screaming!
As mentioned above, he seems to live in an imaginary world where he does all the work for Gatlin. His peers aren't quite certain whether or not this is because he is hopelessly delusional or has just come up with a brilliant way to keep out of working in the hot sun. He claims to have to plant all the crops (all of them. Whenever he uses the word 'all' in a sentence, he is not exaggerating for effect: he means it.), then care for all of them while they grow, then harvest them all, then store them all. He also had to kill all the adults in Gatlin, and has to kill all the outlanders who ever threaten their peace. He also has to look after all the younger kids in Gatlin. This is all of course a fantastic lie, for if he could truly do all of that, as well as court a young lady and have a healthy close-knit group of friends that he enjoys bragging about, then he would be a super-human Godlike being in himself, and would likely have the ability to punch He Who Walks Behind the Rows in the face, enslave him and make him do the polka and ride on a tricycle until John got bored. 'Cuz hey, if he has super-human ability to do job that it takes hundreds of individuals to do, he might as well be able to punch the God or Demon or Satan or whatever your personal belief is in the face.
He doesn't, incidentally.
In fact, he actually does little, if any work at all. He does do the bare minimum, of course, working in the fields, but even that he does by the definition of a half-assed manner.
He belittles all of his peers. No one can ever meet the exemplary example that is John Peters. No one has enough friends, no one is pretty enough, or good looking enough, or works hard enough, or eats well enough - that's right. He comments on other's eating habits while both being pudgy and living in a small town where vegetables are the hailed Holy Food.
Like he fits the bill of the Napoleon comlpex he also could have his picture pasted against the definition of shogunist pig. Women are to be seen, not heard, and are not to step out of their 'place'. Whatever this 'place' is he doesn't bother to define, but they BETTER stay in it. And pig? He isn't pudgy because of his minute appetite: he would eat Isaac himself if the boy strayed too close. He shovels - as John would say - all the food in Gatlin into his mouth.
He is very eager to pass the blame. If anything goes wrong at all, it must be someone's fault. But not his, of course. Nothing is ever his fault, because he is John Peters and he is the definition of perfection. (This is called sarcasm). If a rusted wheel, aged to the double digits, falls off of a cart while someone pushes it, it is the pushers fault. If John Peters smashes a window with a hammer, it is the nearest girl in the vicinity's fault.
He likes solving problems with violence. If he has a problem or issue with someone, he prefers to punch them in the face. If violence is is not an option, than he opts for veiled threats. This falls squarely in the immature category of his personality, which accumulates 98% of it.
Pompest and proud, and thinks himself as Isaac's right-hand-man, although he thinks this is at the same time irritating: Isaac doesn't know how to run Gatlin, he thinks, and he perceives the boy preacher as being exponentially lazy.
He isn't a pure monster, however. He does have a friendly, outgoing personality, and unless you have the misfortune of having to stay in his company for hours upon hours, you would likely find him charming. He can speak very well and with an air of intelligence that is only smoked when he attempts to use a word that is clearly too large or complicated for his comprehension...or butchers a word all together, such as turning 'converse' into 'conversate'. And, while he looks down on women as inferior, he does try to protect them and be courteous to them... unless of course they are acting in a way that he deems inappropriate. Then they need to be treated like trash.
Likes:
Himself
Complaining of others' laziness
Talking exceptionally loud
He Who Walks Behind the Rows
Anything else that everyone else is doing.
Women
Dislikes:
Things that are not embraced by the majority
Anyone requiring him to do work.
Malachai, who is clearly is superior in everything.
Isaac, who clearly grows irritated with him.
Uppity women
History:
John Peters' lifestyle may have changed in the three years of the reign of He Who Walks Behind the Rows, but it hasn't changed his personality. Before he would complain about how he was the only one doing housework, and now he complains about how he's the only one who does any work. He always had a strong circle of friends, but this number has dwindled somewhat, since he has to be in contact with the majority of them for long periods of time.
At first he was reluctant to follow the teachings of He Who Walks Behind the Rows. However, due to the cult murdering all the unbelievers with a few minor exceptions, this belief swiftly became the more popular opinion. It would be somewhat honorable to say that he embraced He Who Walks Behind the Rows out of fear, but he merely did it for popularity.
John's sort of a douche, like that.
Weapon of Choice: Machete
Other:
This is based off of a real person. >.>