Post by JONATHAN SHERBURNE on Aug 17, 2014 6:05:16 GMT
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[attr="class","appname"]JONATHAN A SHERBURNE
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- 25 YEAR OLD MALE
- 5'10" AND 155 LBS
- GHOSTWRITER
- PLAYED BY SIFR
- XENOSAGA, CHAOS
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Jon leads a quiet, private life in his apartment. He never seems to complain unless it's truly important, and he always seems to mind his own business. No one quite knows why this sheepish man moved to a big city in California, but he definitely acts like he's not originally from the area. He has a ground apartment with a little patio in the back, and when he's outside on his patio, his cat Mary (a sleek Blue Persian) is normally with him on a leash tied to one of the rails beside the back door. He always seems to have a smile for everyone. No one quite knows what he does for a living. He doesn't leave his apartment much, save to get groceries and occasionally a bag of assorted things from the local Staples. He keeps the curtains drawn to maintain his privacy, but on occasions, he'll crack a window and instrumental pieces will be playing inside.
The people who get his attention will also notice that he's a slightly playful person. He always has something important to say when he does talk, and he occasionally likes to play practical jokes. He fancies himself to be a brilliant storyteller, often weaving a yarn for people that he carries on for a good few minutes, until he finally drops something that makes them suspicious that it was all just a story. He enjoys it though, and he means no harm by it. Occasionally he'll make a philosophical quote here or there, something that might make him sound extra pretentious.
The profession he has is not quite as glamorous as himself, however. He is a ghostwriter for celebrity autobiographies, his written work is almost never credited to him, and it is his dream to come out with his own fictional novel. He's ashamed of the writing work that he has done, especially after the people he writes it for pick it apart and add their own variations, and he doesn't often tell people what he does for a living. When they ask, he smiles sagely and lets the silence become long and awkward, as if he's silently judging them. Which he is, in a sense. He's judging if he can trust them with that knowledge.
Jon leads a quiet, private life in his apartment. He never seems to complain unless it's truly important, and he always seems to mind his own business. No one quite knows why this sheepish man moved to a big city in California, but he definitely acts like he's not originally from the area. He has a ground apartment with a little patio in the back, and when he's outside on his patio, his cat Mary (a sleek Blue Persian) is normally with him on a leash tied to one of the rails beside the back door. He always seems to have a smile for everyone. No one quite knows what he does for a living. He doesn't leave his apartment much, save to get groceries and occasionally a bag of assorted things from the local Staples. He keeps the curtains drawn to maintain his privacy, but on occasions, he'll crack a window and instrumental pieces will be playing inside.
The people who get his attention will also notice that he's a slightly playful person. He always has something important to say when he does talk, and he occasionally likes to play practical jokes. He fancies himself to be a brilliant storyteller, often weaving a yarn for people that he carries on for a good few minutes, until he finally drops something that makes them suspicious that it was all just a story. He enjoys it though, and he means no harm by it. Occasionally he'll make a philosophical quote here or there, something that might make him sound extra pretentious.
The profession he has is not quite as glamorous as himself, however. He is a ghostwriter for celebrity autobiographies, his written work is almost never credited to him, and it is his dream to come out with his own fictional novel. He's ashamed of the writing work that he has done, especially after the people he writes it for pick it apart and add their own variations, and he doesn't often tell people what he does for a living. When they ask, he smiles sagely and lets the silence become long and awkward, as if he's silently judging them. Which he is, in a sense. He's judging if he can trust them with that knowledge.
