Johnny "Sovereign" Kerrigen

[Jonathan Kerrigen]

[atrb=width,450][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/35iw1ma.jpg] ~Lyrics Here~ -JONATHANREILLYKERRIGEN- Sovereign. † May 5th. † Male. † Heterosexual. ~Les Bases~ MERLE NOIR

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†Rank:
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†Location: New York, New York, US of A
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~Votre Apparence~

[/b]Johnny's style of dress is incredibly plain, even in this day and age. The staples of his usual style include tee shirts, ragged jeans, worn boots, and any hoody or jacket he can get his hands on. Very rarely does he wear anything with a design on it or even words printed against it. In fact, the plainer the article of clothing the more likely he is to wear it. His closest is filled with single colored tees and jeans that are almost identical, save for the random spots they're ripped in. He owns a single pair of shoes, a pair of work boots that had once belonged to his father. Scuffed up beyond repair and threatening to fall apart, they are the only consistent part of his outfit.

Despite his plain dress Johnny isn't plain when it comes to his physical appearance. A shock of vibrant blonde hair frames his face, often obscuring a pair of brilliant golden colored eyes. Against his pale skin each of them looks even brighter. Drawn into his light skin are several, large tattoos. Running up his left arm is a sleeve of ink. It consists of various flames, barbed wire, bones, and a large sun with a C emblazoned on it. Beneath it is a banner reading "Ceannasach", meaning sovereign in Gaelic. Running from his left hip up his side is a blazing skeletal beast, cloaked in blue flames. The final tattoo is on his neck, featuring a simple flaming skull with a C carved into it's brow.

†Height: 6'2''
†Weight: 176 lbs.

†Special Marks: Extensive tattoos along his left arm and torso. Various scars and burns can be seen etched into his flesh along with the ink.

†Armory: Johnny Boy's preferred weapon is a amalgamation of his American and Irish heritage. On the young man's person on any mission and sometimes just because is a black baseball bat. Though calling it a bat wouldn't suffice. The weapon is more of a large, bat shaped shilleagh. A regulation sized bat, hollowed out, and filled with molten lead to lend it both strength and endurance. The bat weighs roughly the same as a medium sized sledge hammer, almost fifteen pounds. Due to it's weight and density it can easily shatter bones, even the bones of the less armored Zhivotnoye.

While he loves the bat dearly he knows that charging at a monster with it is near suicide. To deal with the "little beasties" as he calls them he wields a sawed off M1 Garand. The modified rifle sacrifices range for maneuverability and the ability to be more easily concealed. For protection he wears an outfit lined with kevlar beneath it. For added defense he sports a leather jacket over his torso, thought it offers little safety from fire arms and anything in the way of crushing weaponry.

†Sentimental Items: Jonathan's only item of note is his father's ring which bears the Kerrigen family crest on it. Jonathan rarely removes it and has a habit of becoming incredibly depressed when it is gone from his sight.

†Face Claim: Dino Cavallone
†Picture: This is my character
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~Votre Personnalité~

[/b] Johnny is a man who believes that his actions speak louder than his words. Though, that doesn't mean that he is above talking almost constantly about nothing. Sarcasm, jokes, curses, and sweet nothings are the most common thing that escape his mouth. All this being spouted with a wonderfully bright smile placed on his face. His perpetually good mood and habit of always attempting to lighten the mood are almost as notorious as his temper. For some reason or another Johnny has the idea that he's the perfect gentleman and always attempts to woo any woman he meets. It works... sometimes. Okay, so it never works.

Beyond the veil of good cheer and flirtatiousness, Johnny is a capable member of the Merle Noir. He brings a brand of military precision to the group and is unwavering in his dealings. He doesn't become cold and detached as most force themselves to be but views the world through his own perspective. "Violence is a necessity and while fun is not always the right path. Murder is simply a tool, but wrong. Monsters and baseball bats don't mix." These are just a few thoughts that he has when he's off fighting against the lil' beasties or other gangs. While he doesn't exhibit the problems most has he has developed a sort of hunger for destruction.

Growing up fighting for his life and murdering both monsters and men has left the boy with strange sadistic hunger. He enjoys hurting others, the feeling of his bat crushing bone, the sound of his bullets hitting flesh. On more than one occasion he's found himself lost in a sort of battle lust. He knows that it's wrong and that it's something dark inside of him, but he just can't help but feel it gnawing at him. It chips away at his resolve and forces him to question if he's really a good person and if he truly belongs in Merle Noir.


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†Strengths:

• Commando;; Being taken under his father's wing at an early age Johnny is a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, whether his enemy is Zhivotnoye or human. When it comes to a fight Johnny'll usually place bets on himself and most people would do the same. Raised on a healthy diet of military martial arts the laddie's got more moves than the IRA and the Navy SEALS. With his trusty baseball bat in hand he turns into a true terror on the field. He understands the importance of precision and coordinated strikes and leads those under him like an officer, to great effect.
  
  
  
• Boom Goes the Dynamite;; Johnny has a fascination with anything that's incredibly destructive, something that he attributes to a brush with death at the age of seven involving a "dud" grenade and a barrel of whiskey. This fascination has lead him to become a genius when it comes to creating explosives. With limited resources he can create powerful explosives and has a strange sixth sense for sniffing out the weak spots in structures.
  
  
• He's Still Standing?!;; No one knows how and Johnny doesn't particularly care why but the man has shown to be almost ridiculously durable. Johnny has survived almost being blown up, shot, pushed off of a building, buried alive, and set on fire and has shown to be no worse for the wear, save for a few burns, broken bones, and scars. The craziest part is that the man often stands up and dusts himself off after events such as this. Except for the building bit, he was out of it for a few hours after that. Johnathan's ability to cope with pain and sheer luck allow the man to taking some of the most brutal beatings the world has to offer. He is in no way immortal, just an idiot with lots of dumb luck.
  

†Weaknesses:

• Irish Temper;; Johnny's fairly well known for his temper. Most of the time he's the goofy guy telling crazy stories and attempting to weasel his way into someone's room for the night. Though, when someone gets under his skin and really pushes his buttons he goes off like one of his beloved bombs. And just like his bombs he is indiscriminate, lashing out at everything around him. Luckily, Johnny's fairly quick to calm but the damage he does and his loss of focus is enough to endanger himself and those around him.
  
  
• Stage Fright;; Johnny's a damn good leader. He knows how to lead his men, keep morale high, and is a bit of a strategist. What he can't do is lead a large group of men. As soon as you put the man in front of a crowd larger than fifteen and tell him to give a speech he goes catatonic and has to be carried off on a dolly. Make him try and lead that group as their leader and he's likely to turn into a human statue for the rest of his life.
  
  
• Say? Huh?;; Years of messing around with explosives have left Johnny's ears in less than perfect condition. Explosion after explosion has robbed most of the hearing from his right ear, leaving him almost deaf on that side. The other still retains much of it's use though, thankfully. He has a hard time hearing none the less and has been forced to learn to read lips. Though, his lip reading skills aren't the sharpest and his pride prevents him from asking for people to repeat themselves.
  

†Likes:

• Baseball
  
• Tattoos
  
• Wrestlin' monsters
  

†Dislikes:

• Potatoes
  
• Alcohol
  
• Soccer/ Football
  

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~Votre Histoire~

[/b] Jonathan Kerrigen was born to Ever Kerrigen, a young man of half Irish descent with a love of baseball, and Enya Mulligan, a woman who had traveled to American in hopes of finding a place with out beasts. Johnny's beginnings were humble. His father was a member of a gang, Sovereign State, that was made up of the descendants of military men. Under the tutelage of their fathers they retained a mastery of the military arts. The gang itself sought to look out for itself, only engaging in conflict when threatened. The gang took refuge in the remains of the General Electric building, turning the tower into an impregnable fortress. Johnny spent his early years in that fortress, playing in it's abandoned corridors and watching his father run drills.

Johnny enjoyed a childhood that most were denied in these harsh times. He lived without worry, being shielded from the world by the hard stone of the GE building or the Last State as the building had been rechristened. When Johnny was five the leader of Sovereign State passed away from old age. In his place Ever became the Sovereign of the gang. It was after this that things began to turn for the American gang and Johnny. Ever was ambitious. He wanted to spread out and give his son a better life and so he set about going to war with the surrounding gangs.

For the first few years it proved effective. With strategy and superior discipline the Sovereign State was capable of taking on any other gang. The other gangs eventually figured this out and united. Three years after Ever had taken charge of the gang the other gangs of New York launched a counter attack. Using an old World War II era piece of artillery that had been recommissioned they took down the building systematically.

The battle was brutal and it left Sovereign State broken. With more than half of it's members dead the gang turned against their former leader and chased him out, his family in tow. With nowhere to turn Enya convinced her husband to return to Ireland with her where they could reunite with her family. Ever, as broken as his former gang, agreed. The trip to Ireland was treacherous. On their way Johnny came into contact with the Zhivotnoye for the first time. The image of the howling beast was burned into his mind and the punishment it endured.

It took almost a month for the family to reach Enya's former home and when they arrived they found it to be not as pleasant as their original fortress. Enya's father, a weathered man by the name of Conri. Conri put his son in law to work as soon as he arrived and the eight year old Johnny was put too work. Conri's small gang, Wolfsted, needed every man and woman to pull their weight and training for fighting off the Zhivotnoye began at age seven, putting young Johnathan a year behind his fellows. The training was a hell for the coddled young one. The process of breaking him in was the hardest part. He grew to understand how the world work and began to take enjoyment where he could.

When he was thirteen he entered the fray with his father. Ever, or Sovereign as he was still known as, watched over his son like a hawk. Whenever they went out for patrols he was always next to him, offering advice and warnings. This continued for a time before Johnny screwed up royally. On a scouting mission Johnny had fallen into a trap and was almost pounced upon by a Zhivotnoye. His father took the blow instead. He survived and killed the beast, but it turned out to be venomous. Sovereign lived for three days in agony, with bouts of clarity, before passing.

Johnny was devastated by the loss of his father. For weeks he remained in a sullen state. It wasn't until he had a heart to heart talk with his grandfather that he perked up. Johnny decided to work as hard as his father had in took up all he had. His cherished M1 Garand, his love of baseball, and even his gang name. He received his first tattoo not long after. The large sun and banner, in memory of his father. Johnny remained with Wolfsted for three more years, honing the skills he had observed as a child and been taught in his adolescence. At sixteen years of age, his mother remarried and Johnny decided to leave home, unable to deal with it.

He set out for France, much to his grandfather's charge in. He had heard tales of a group attempting to do good and decided to throw his lot in with them. The journey was worse than the one to Ireland and the boy's temper got him into plenty of trouble. Two months of walking and travel by boat got him to Bordeaux. It took a bit of wheeling and dealing on his part and took some time for him to learn French, but eventually he was able to worm his way into the Gang bolstering it's seven hundred strong membership. In his time since joining he has made a reputation for his destructive mannerisms, charisma on the battlefield, and his tempter.
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~Plus d'Informations~

[/b] Styx, named after the band that was named after the river
†Experience: 2+ years
†Your Favorite Superhero: Toss up between Spawn, Batman, and good ol' Spidey.
†Other Characters: Nada
†Rules: Yep and I spent twenty minutes looking for a password because I was sleep deprived :3
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[Aurelian Florentin]

I do have to say this bio kept me very entertained while reading it. I love your style and I'm glad to have you.

Part of me wants to add "Monsters and baseball bats do not mix" to the rules, but I shall refrain from doing so XDDD

Anyways, Welcome to the site!! And have some fun!