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Full Name: Marcus D. Nunn
Appearance: Here
Age: 14
Likes: Spending, revenge, video games(particularly shooters), the army, soda, junk food, food in general, girls, praise
Dislikes: Being alone, the quiet, being called a kid, being shown up, the KHV drama shows.
Weaknesses/Fears: Getting lost, bullies, boring and unfun people
Strengths/Talents: Surprisingly good chef, wealth, army loving mentality makes him a patriot and recklessly brave.
Personality: He must be in every conversation. He's young and easily manipulated because he just wants to fit in. Puberty has hit him so his voice cracks from time to time and it embarasses him.
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bicurious
Contact Information: Tumblr
Favorite Color: Orange

OOC: That awkward moment when you don't know what to do with your character who's fated to die.

John removed himself from the bench, feeling defeated and dumb. He was tired too, and the sun was up now. Great. Maybe if he slept, she'd kill him in his sleep. He'd finally be able to stop looking over his shoulder. He slapped his cheeks as he wandered down a path, he had no idea as to where he was going. But he didn't want to spend the last few days or minutes or hours he had left, stewing in depression in his room. Well, he probably would, but much later. Ha. His view changed, from buildings or glourious castle like structure. To one more natural, and green. This room was warm. It made John slightly upset, as his body shifted to the temperature change, he adored the cold. This room would make him sleepy. Oh! Flowers, his first flower had to be those red roses. He wouldn't touch, but he did stare, because God was an amazing artist.

He wondered how Anthony was doing with his charge. The world didn't seem to be ending when he was outside, so maybe the Hero was doing okay. That gave John a small charge of hope. His eyelids felt so heavy. His yawn consumed all further thought. Maybe he should find the pair. And Cherno, just to kill his indesicive mind and to let him know that staying away was truly best for them all.

mi sun cant spll diemun eithr

John constantly had his vision decided. One eye on a target the other on a anything that moved or made a sound. He just had to find one person. Choke their lights out and then boom, it would be entertaining enough to summon Crestatia. He rubbed his ears and sat down on a bench, his ears were so cold. A groan came from his body as he stared hard down at the ground. What was he doing, he began to sniffle again as he now rubbed his eyes. His stupid stomach was empty and his dumb desperate brain could only think of killing someone as the only means to survive. He took a deep inhaling breath of his cigarette and yanked his hood down. The cold made his ears hurt sooner but he needed it to think clearly. He wasn't a murderer, so it was goodbye to that idea.

What does a washed out actor do to make a come back? Suck his way to the top! And since John had no intent of doing such a thing, he merely sat there, in the cold, on the bench. Willing himself to accept his fate, he was no glorious Biblical figure. No angel. No saint. He was John K. Quincy. A little, vain, and selfish momma's boy that was only good at judging idiots. Maybe he was paying for something, maybe they all were. Maybe Crestatia was just a bored demoness with too much power. And maybe, just maybe, John deserved to die.

He forced himself to stop shedding tears. He was too tired and hungry and thirsty to continue going onwards. His hand rested on his forehead and he thought back on the rules. His fist clenched and unclenched as he furrowed his brow and thought hard on his situation. It seemed abysmal, just sitting here, waiting for the end. And not even knowing when or where it'll come. He was horrified, he didn't even want to look up at the ceiling, he felt like whatever was going to strike him before he got ****ed and died. He could feel the tears brimming up again and shifted onto his side, this time staring at the wall on his left hand side. Was there a way to turn this all around? Ha. No. He curled up into a tiny ball and thought of home, which he'd never see again. He almost laughed, this was supposed to be his new home. These four walls right here.

Was leaving Eleanora in Anthony's care the right thing? He didn't know, he was positive the boy's protective instincts were top notch and therefore, she'd be okay. But he still woried and fretted. At least they were all safe. His life blowing away was a utterly repulsive thought. He didn't want it. He didn't want it. He didn't want it. John sat up, God made a way for Joseph. A way for Moses, a way for Jacob and a way for Abraham. This could be the thing he needed to over come. Moses had the Pharoah, Joseph had his brothers and a pit of lions, and Ab had something...what was it? No time for that! John lurched out of bed and started to pace back and forth near his bed and away from the room's window. How to beat this. How to beat this den of lions. How could John do this, without any help.

He groaned and plopped over the bed, if only he could talk to her, the one who cursed him. Convince her otherwise, though, he knew that was not a good move. Someone else he could talk too? John got on his knees, and began to pray. To Crestatia.

God forgive me for this atrocity I am about to commit.​

Demon woman, you know damn well it's me. John. Quit your pussy footing bullshiting and get down here. ​

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Think Johnny! Think! He stood up, think about the past, and learn from it. His chest shook and the idea forming in his head gave him more fear, but not as much as losing his life. If this worked, he could summon Cressy-chan and have a short little talk with her. Since demons and witches don't seem to like lon talks. John rummaged through his pack and shoved his key into his pocket, he lit up a much needed cigarette and slipped into an all white hoody. Flipping the hood over his head, he headed out the door. It was time to find a victim. A poor unfortunate victim.​

She kept saying his name, was she worried? He felt his heart beat faster in his chest as she dragged him outside and he couldn't think about it, it made him too sad for some reason. He saw her stop and heard her stutter as he prepared himself for what he was going to do. Telling himself that it was just temporary to assuage himself as he made sure his backpack was on tight. He prayed it would come quick or not at all. John stared down at the girl, he moved, sudden, brisk, calcuting his arms wrapped around her smaller frame, he held and hugged her tight as people milled about around them. "Hey...I'm sorry, I just really need a hug." He spoke quietly but made sure he was near her ear as he relished in this dosage of human contact. She would be safe with the young Hero, and normalacy in a dorm. And Cherno would be safe too.

John let her go and kept his hands on her shoulders, giving her one of his true smiles as he spoke gently too her. "This my number. Save and call or text me any time. The mean lady is very mad at me for bringing out Analynne, so for everyone's safety and mine, I'm going to lay low. You see that guy over there, you can count on him now so don't worry." John's fingers messed up her cap as he tussled the cap and hair on her head. "I'll be back when it's safe. And take this." he removed his backpack and began to dig around it, where was it...a violet, plastic rosary it's beads making clacks as he gave it to her. He left it in the bag because it made him feel Catholic, apparently there was one in every Two Sister's cathedral backpack.

John straightened his backpack said goodbye and left in the crowd of people at the station. He forced himself to breathe and not cry, his feet took him to the registration hall, where got his room key, trudged to his room and got ready for bed before crawling into it. He then got his pillow wet as his eyes just couldn't hold the floods. Sleep took him mercifully.

John shook his head to wake himself. He listened to both Anthony and Cherno, and he actually smiled when his best friend defended him and Eleanora. He couldn't save or protect her, like this at least. It was best to leave it up to them. "I am telling you both incase she needs protecting, I don't think anyone should know she's a vessel of anything. Just the other information should be spread."He yawned quietly and noticed that they were running out of time to get off the rail.

He walked with them back to their car, sad and relieved to find her still there. He had to get his things after all. But after this he needed to lay low. "How did you like riding on the monorail?"

Ignore weird video game kid. Their words are irrelevant right now. John stood up and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He stepped further from his puddle and rested his back against the wall. " ...I'm scared. I don't know how much time I have left but I'm so scared that it's short. So no questions and no interruptions." When his stomach stopped roiling he felt better, and could finally stare them both down.

"I broke the Analynne rule. I caused the crashes and the darkness. The quake too. That was all me. The little girl I'm with, Eleanora, she can bring her out, she is...Analynne's vessel, container, her key. She made me call her Enny, though. Analynne made me call her Enny ..., so names are probably sensitive to whatever she is. Or maybe just her in general, I don't know. " He slid to the ground and took a deep breath, he felt light headed, glancing at Cherno and wondering if he was even following, didn't matter. He kept speaking, staring at the wall before him, "She is hated by Crestatia, something about how she messed with another gameboard. So Crestatia hates her now, that's why the disasters hit the city. And...and we are not playing a game! She is! We are merely...I don't know, and the only way to win is to play. Intellectually."

He swallowed hard, gross. He pushed himself up upon remembering one thing as he stared down Anthony, "The only way to send her back is simply asking, but now that that's done I want to charge you, weird gaming kid. I want you to watch over her for me. I know, it seems like keeping her around is bad. But she somehow snuck her vessel in...right? " He sounded crazier, he had no choice, until he was safe, he felt like he could not protect Eleanora. "She's innocent. And I will come back for her...if I live. Just give her my number because I don't plan on seeing her for a little bit. Okay, we on the same page"

Amnesia.... well it must be true to a degree. If he wasn't such a hazard he would have loved to fill Cherno in. Hazard, the word made him think. Right, he was still on a mission of high priority. He glanced about the room. He didn't trust El with any of them, and Eleanora knew no one. John frowned. It made no difference, he just needed two people. Who was possibly as smart as he and Cherno. His mind cut to Anthony, innocence in a can, and smart enough to break the codes on the rules. Yes he'd do for multiple purposes. He was well liked too, they would trust and believe him more so then Mister super Christian.

He resisted the urge to say screw them and instead he stood up as the monorail rumbled along. "Come with me. Cherno, I need you to listen to me. I'm being selfish, yes but still, I will listen and fill you in when I believe it's safe. " he pointed at Anthony and motioned him over to Cherno and himself. "Weird hero kid, can I speak with you over here too?" John then addressed Eleanora, he felt panicky and as if he was on a timer as he gazed down at her. He actually liked the little thing. That would explain why leaving her be for a little hurt a lot. Summoning a witch and nearly dooming them all could clearly make a bond like this. He sniffed and spoke to her, "Stay right here, I will be right back. Okay?"

Finally he could get the ball rolling on his mission- What was that? The little brown haired one said something. The two at the hot springs. Not Temperance and an unknown. Someone else. Someone close. Some one he knew intimately. His bi colored irises narrowed and his fist curled up. He hated her. Hated this girl and hated everything she ever did since her birth. Who and what gave her the right. He whirled on her tiny frame. "Listen to me you miserable cur. Don't speak in front of me. Ever, she can't be dead. Temperance? I saw that coming! But Madeline was-" He didn't know a damn thing about Madeline, but he turned pale on the spot. His legs had him rushing out of the proximity, sour bile was rising in his throat and he only got to the conductor's door before it began to up end itself. Tears began to generate in the corners of his eyes, his anger was gone, he felt weak and abysmal, he couldn't have been the reason why a girl died. He just couldn't have.

John nearly sobbed but kept himself in check. The ******* looked like crap but still felt the same. Same damned way of speaking too. "Parabola this, parabola that, Michael is not worth a holiday, but we Westerners are fucking stupid!" What was he even spouting, he didn't know and didn't care. It was his best friend he was seeing and hugging again. He was alive, they were alive! The world seemed so much brighter now. He hugged his friend before hearing a chime. A half timer, signaling the time was halfway to it's boarding time. John walked with his friend, shuffling and rubbing his eyes dry while noticing that his self appointed charge was already seated.

So John's body sat beside her, he spoke to Cherno as he removed his backpack and set it on his lap. Temporarily he forgot about his concerns as he finally felt significantally less alone. "Memory loss? You must be trying to trick me or something. Well how are you where have I been? Where have you been! I don't see Temperance, are you dating her? Last I saw you two were pretty close." He studied his friend when he finally got a chance to listen. His mind was spinning despite the happy drug flowing through him.

Who would be best to look after little E?

John let his guard down a little on the bus. He vainly ran his fingers through his once immaculate curls. He felt hagard and wondered if he was looking how he felt. Time seemed to move slowly since she merely nodded her consent to his plan, but he was glad. It gave him a false reprieve. His thoughts were able to gather and store in his head. Cherno said he lost his memory. What kind of psych test was he trying to run on him. Whatever, John just needed to tell someone before he could be stopped.

He almost smiled as she helped him weave through the crowds coming and going into the platform. Her hand was a bit energizing so the thought of her and Cherno made him put a bit of pep in his step. Hold the fuck up. John halted them both, making sure to keep El in his vision, he critically observed the scene before him. Too many emailed kids in on place. This train would was a death trap. He promised her a train ride, but at this point it would be safer, leaving her with them. He didn't want to leave her. But the only reason he would have to worry is if they were on the train while C deduced that he was the rule breaker.

Sh|t. How could he tell them without them missing their trains, Cherno clearly showed his ticket. John frowned in concentration, it would make no sense for her to kill them all on this train. She would target him. So he could drop her off with someone who could turn her into child services and then he could seclude himself in the back of the train to keep them all safe once his message was heard.

Yes! He took a deep breath, gave Eleanora a squeeze and a smile and then walked up directly to Cherno, his face a mask of furious anger. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!? God have mercy on your soul because I sure as hell won't. " He shouted loudly, loosening a can of drama directed entire at Mr. Plume.

Damnit all. I'm crying again.

John was hungry. John was tired. He would have to feed himself and the girl soon. He reread the text from Cherno again, then he double checked the number, yep, that was his number. He immediately rushed into the library to grab little El and go but then he stooped. It had been days, amnesia or not, since he spoke to Cherno. What if this was a trap. Demons couldn't alter records, right? She wasn't that strong. No way. He took Eleanora's hand without thinking and walked her to the nearest bus stop, he was sick of riding this filthy thing, but he had no choice right now. He kept half a mind in his thoughts and another half in vigilant for trouble.

The bus came and once they used their passes, he had them on the way to Frontier Station. He didn't know if Cherno had a plan, but surely if it were just them then they could think of something. It was when they were together as a group did things turn south. He let her hand go and turned to face her, he should at least explain abruptly leaving the library. "Don't worry, we are still going to check out the school in Brookridge, we're just 'gonna take a train. You will like the scenery, it really green. And my friend is going to pay for it all." Because I'm running low on cash.

John sighed in relief as she headed upstairs. But as soon as she could not be seen, he was puffing up the life draining stick known as the cigarette, he was being rude, but that would only be if he was in a real house. Haha. Real house. One voice drifted down to him from above. Purely female despite being muffled. She was slightly crazy, but that was irrelevant giving what she was truly. He took another puff, good and bad, he'd accept the little heathen.

A door slammed shut and he could hear her normally soft footsteps come down hard. Angry at a parent? Guess he'd be leaving her now. He braced himself for disappointment and rejection but it didn't come, instead she gripped his sleeve and forcefully dragged him out the door. But most surprising of all was that as he was tugged onto the sidewalk, before he could reach it, another set of footsteps could be heard booming off the wooden stairs of Eleanora's house. John stared wide eyed and pulling her faster now, keeping his gaze backward towards her front door. And even as they rounded a corner to the local library, he didn't see a thing.

She must be driving him insane too. Still he kept alert as he lead them to the neighborhood library, which looked in tip top shape despite recent events.

John was relieved a bit, he was alive, the kid was safe and now he could contact someone. He lead the way inside and strictly told her to not leave the building as he used his library card to log into the computer. He then opened up Tumblr, signed in and began to post. He told Eleanora that they would leave soon but he needed to contact two others. He did give her free reign to explore though. With nothing to do but hope and pray for rides, John kept on the look out for potential danger as he stepped outside and called his mother to secure their ride. His glare was deathly as he targeted humans and immobile objects. Animals weren't spared either.