Johnathan Prince

From Changeling Venue

Keeper	The Mistress
Title	None
Birthname	Johnathan Prince
Aliases	Prince, Slore-Extroidinaire, Sargent Prince
Identity	Johnathan Prince
Birthplace	New Jersey, USA
Seeming	Fairest Draconic
Court	Spring Court ••
Entitlement	King of Spring
Freehold	The Hall of the Mountain Kings
Motley	The Scions of Dionysus
Society
Journal	None
Player	Conor's Email

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Chronicles

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Chapter I: Origin

Johnathan's home was a happy one, until the world conspired to destroy his family. His father, a veteran of World War I, rejoined the military when the second World War broke out in Europe. Johnathan fell into bad company in these years, transforming him from a happy child into an angry young man. He followed his father into the military in 1940, when it became clear to him that the United States could no longer avoid involving itself. Johnathan's youth was well spent for this career, and he was fast-tracked into the 82nd airborne division.

His unit placement was in some ways a blessing and in others a curse, he found friends and companions while simultaneously getting tossed into some of the thickest fighting that the European theater of war had to offer. He became known among the division for his recklessness in the face of danger, and the frequency with which he captured German soldiers. He was a scout, incredibly skilled in the ways of stealth, but if he was given a choice he would sneak up on sentries and disable them instead of killing them. When asked why, he was known to say things like, "Well, you have a kraught with his rifle and me with my brass knuckles here... you're right, that hardly seems fair. I should have waited for him to get some reinforcements." He was quickly promoted to the rank of Sargent.

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Chapter II: Capture

After the war, he and a group of other veterans of the 82nd Airborne formed a club that would soon rocket it's way to infamy: The Hell's Angels biker gang. At it's creation, the Hell's Angels was not a gentleman's motorcycle association, but a group of heavy drinking hard hitting ex-military goons. Johnathan's father had been killed during the war, and all of the courage he had shown against the Germans failed him when it came to his own mother. He ran, drowning his memories in booze and relieving his guilt in bar fights around the country.

He ran too far, riding his bike into the hedge and right into the arms of his waiting Keeper...

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Chapter III: Loyalty

Johnathan was used for all that his body could offer. He was made able to guard his keeper at all times and in all places, and her preferred forms of entertainment could make even the kinkiest BDSM of earth look like a game of patty cake between children. Johnathan bears the scars of many nights spent entertaining his Mistress.

She changed him, making him a more durable plaything, more pleasing to her eye and better able to defend her against external threats. She imbued him with the blood of the Leviathan, king of serpents and oceans, giving Johnathan a portion of his power. Most would be repulsed by the tortures and arcane surgeries Johnathan underwent but Johnathan was not, he suffered the transformations to his form with a smile.

John had fallen in love with his Mistress, broken by the constant tortures of her Arcadian temperament and her unreal beauty. He guarded her well, defending her against assassins who may well have freed him with their actions. It always pleased his Mistress to be gentle with him for a few days if he did his job well.

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Chapter IV: Irony

Johnathan's Mistress apparently became a sufficiently large thorn in enough sides that several True Fae banded together to remove her from Arcadian politics. They did this by destroying her castle and, Johnathan assumes, killing her.

Prince tried to defend his Mistress, but was unable to deal with the sheer number of attackers. He was knocked unconscious by his attackers. He recovered consciousness not terribly long afterwards and searched for his Mistress until he discovered that the attackers had set fire to the castle and gone on their merry way. Stricken with grief, Johnathan fled the castle in a state of abject delirium. He was set upon by wolves, changeling servants of one of the Fae lords who had attacked the castle, who chased him into the hedge.

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Chapter V: Return

Johnathan stumbled through the hedge for quite some time, narrowly escaping the dangers of the wilds. His memories of the mortal realm consisted mostly of battlefields and dive bars, nowhere he could find or would even want to go to. He only managed to get back to the mortal realm by besting a Riddle Spider at it's own game and demanding directions out of the hedge.

The hedge opened up into the mortal city of Denver, nearly fifty years after the war he had fought only a year or three earlier. He found shelter in the arms of Jocelyn, who took him in and gave him a purpose once again. He tried to take back some of his mortal life, but Hell's Angels aren't quite what they used to be and he has changed significantly since he helped found the organization.

John has spent the last few years becoming re-acquainted with society at large. He now knows where all the trendy clubs are, is at least passingly familiar with the last fifty years worth of pop-culture, and has left his anger behind in favor of a new beginning. He is not quite sure how to react to recent developments in the politics of the Lost, the fact that his freehold has actually crowned him Spring King is a source of continuing confusion, but he is doing his best to rise to the occasion.

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Description

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Visage

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Mask

Age: 20/21
Garb: Boots, jeans, simple t-shirt.
Height: 6'
Weight: 185lbs
Build: Medium, muscled.
Nationality: American
Hair: Medium length, wavy, blond.
Eyes: Green
Complexion: Fair skinned, bearing scars in seemingly random locations.
Overall: Johnathan is fairly handsome, and has an aura of effortless charisma about him. (Striking looks 2)

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Mien

Age: 20/21
Garb: Boots, jeans, simple t-shirt.
Height: 6'
Weight: 185lbs
Nationality: American
Build: Medium, muscled.
Hair: Medium length, wavy, sea green.
Eyes: Blue/green, slitted like those of a snake
Complexion: Fair skinned, bearing scars in seemingly random locations. His chest and face bear scales the color of the ocean where one would find body hair on a mortal.
Ears: Slender, pointed, scaled.
Maw: Normal, save for serpentine fangs among a mouth full of otherwise normal teeth.

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Psyche

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Demeanor

Addictions: Pointless sex, dangerous motor vehicles.
Aptitudes: Crafts, seduction, combat.
Memories: Confusing, a montage of inescapable pain and incredible pleasure.
Qualities: Instability, devotion.
Desires: Acceptance, sanity, love.
Despairs: Loss (of mortal family, of Mistress, of biker gang)
Fears: Responsibility, the Fae.
Rages: People who drive slow, prudes and fundamentalists, the Fae.

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Nature

Symptoms: Recklessness, lust, sometimes gives the impression of a manic personality.
Cause: Maladjusted to Earth. Psychologically broken in Arcadia. Doesn't know what love is anymore.
Clarity: 5/7
Drives: Devotion, revenge.
Virtue: Charity
Vice: Lust

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Musings

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Quotes

"Spring Court has an attention span!"

~ Said at least once at any gathering of Denver Spring Courtiers.

(Johnathan said something? Put it here.)

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Rumors

His memories are faulty. It wasn't the True Fae who brought about his Mistress' downfall; it was him. It has started a war amongst all of the Fae in Arcadia and accounts for the building escaped attempts of changelings to Earth. You know what they say about rats fleeing a burning ship...
Johnathan's Keeper is now an Exile who has come to Earth seeking him. She was last seen entering the Denver city limits...
He sure spends time with the Harriers a lot. I wonder if there is some kind of alliance between him, Vestigere, "S" and Raina Hart that he otherwise tries to pass off...

(Gossip away.)

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Statements

"Bluster and impulse blossom in Spring. Youth is ascendant. His fear of me is healthy, but the responses that blossom from such soil are not. But were he to change, his season might with him."

~ Vestigere the Usurper

(Have you said it about Johnathan? Put it up here.)

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