Post by Quof on Apr 10, 2013 23:39:06 GMT -5
JOHNATHAN CHRISTOPHER MORGENSTERN
Now you want to take me down
As if I even care
I am the monster in your head
And I thought you'd learn by now
It seems you haven't yet
I am the venom in your skin
And now your life
Is broken
.
And now your life
Is broken
.
HI THERE. MY NAME IS QUOF AND I AM SEVENTEEN.
I'VE BEEN ROLE PLAYING FOR ABOUT ABOUT FIVE YEARS
AND MY OTHER CHARACTER(S) WOULD BE NONE
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- - - - nickname(s), Sebastian
- - - - gender, male
- - - - age, eighteen
- - - - Birthday, June 13
- - - - member group, Dark Shadowhunter
- - - - sexuality, straight
- - - - status, single
- - - - occupation, none
- - - - allegiance, dark
- - - - wealth class, technically upper, but right now he's a little, homeless...
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- - - - hair, silver/white blond
- - - - skin, very pale
- - - - build, tall but deceptively slender, he's still very broad shouldered and muscular
- - - - distinguishing marks, besides ruins, he retains a scar from his mark from Jace, and there's the slashes on his back from when his father whipped him with demon metal.
- - - - height, 6'2"
- - - - fashion sense, Sebastian is almost always in black leather-like boots and pants. usually with a white top and black jacket. It's almost always black and white of some sort. It's not that he doesn't like color, he just believes it has special meaning, and he wants to save that special meaning for...special occasions.
- - - - Play By, Conor Mclain
- - - - Overall, Sebastian is tall and thin, but don't let that fool you. He still has deceptively broad shoulders and a body thickly coiled in muscle. He has silver, almost white blond hair that gives his pale skin some color. His face is defined by sharp cheek bones, shadows, and dark brown eyes that almost look black. His full lips are almost always pressed into a thin,cruel grin.[/ul][/ul]
- Female Vampires
- Irony
- The Color Black
- Weapons
- Killings Things
- Silence
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- - - - Sebastian-here hates,
- Being thwarted
- His parents, Especially Jocelyn
- Mundanes
- Loud cities*cough* New York *cough*
- The color blue
- his resemblance to his father
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- - - - strengths,
- Patience
- Ruthless(obviously this is also a bad a thing, for some people)
- Manipulative
- He's very good at imitating those around him
- Super-Soldier-don't really know how else to say, but everything he thinks has something to do with conquest, victory, and he's pretty dang strong...
- Authoritative- he may not inspire the loyalty Valentine did but he certainly can rule through fear...yeah, that was kind of Cliche...
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- - - - weaknesses,
- Bloodthirsty
- Lack of finesse-he's not quite as charming as either his father or Jace.
- Anger-management issues-he's got a a temper...
- rough
- Sadistic
- Confused-he's kind of an abomination...which is a bit disorienting...
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- - - - ambitions,
- Well, he wants to the purge the world of its Angelic influenced and make everyone his evil dark shadowhunter slaves. He kind of wants to reign over the mundanes, but he doesn't actually think there worth his time.
- He wants Clary and Jace as his sibling/save people, but he wants Clary to be with him, in that way.
- He wants Clary to Kill Jocelyn, as his dark shadowhunter slave, with him watching of course...
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- - - - fears,
- He's kind of afraid of himself, because he can feel that there's something fundamentally wrong with him, he just doesn't want to accept it
- He worries He'll never be able to break free of his father's legacy
- He worries Clary will become a miniature version of Jocelyn
- - - - overall personality,
[/ul][/ul][/font]Jonathan may have been a lot like Valentine, if he’d been a normal shadowhunter. But though he resembles Valentine in many ways, Lilith’s blood has perverted and twisted him.He retains Valentine’s cold detachment, his ability to see only the end goal, without caring for the little wrongs and lives that get lost in the middle. His ambition and thirst for power, Like Valentine’s, knows no end.
But Jonathan goes even further. All he can think about is blood, sacrifice, slaughter, and death. The desire to destroy sears through his skin unconquerable impulse. It is an addiction, in a way. At first, Valentine viewed this as a strength, but now he recognizes it as a weakness. Jonathan’s major motivation is not success, but destruction. He lacks the fine tuning a well-worn general would need; in a lot of ways he lacks self-control. He’s not impatient, all the time; he understands that things take time. But in the end whatever path causes the most suffering is the path he will take. If he loves anything, it’s causing suffering. And while the makes him formidable, it will be his Achilles heel when the time comes.
Jonathan knows how to be authoritative and controlling, but he lacks the eloquent fluidity in which his father commands respect. But he’s not stupid. He knows what people want, and he knows how to give it to them without looking weak. And if he can’t give them something in return, then he will take. He will not hesitate to use force, and he will not back down. He will show no mercy, and there are no second chances.
Though Jonathan may sometimes be guided by his lesser desires, he’s cunning. He knows how to play people, to get them to give him what he wants. Often times her prefers to just use fear, but the tool of persuasion and deception are always there, waiting to be used if he needs them. He is always waiting, ready to lure you in, and the moment you let your guard down, he strikes. He considers the devil to be a great role model, which is generally not good for anyone.
But despite all this darkness, power, and bloodlust, something else lies inside him. Something raw, like a barbed wire wrapped beneath his flesh that keeps sinking deeper and deeper into his skin, slowly coiling around his heart. He feels wrong. His body can feel that there’s something fundamentally wrong with him, and it rejects the demon presence in him. But the demon presence has consumed him, so in this way his body is at this internal war with itself, and he can feel it. Even if he doesn’t know what it is he can feel it. That’s why he’s desperate to find something to hold on to, to feel like he belongs somewhere. He needs to know that there’s someone else like him out there.
Lilith said her blood would burn out his humanity, and she was right, mostly. It burned out the human inside of him, but it left the shell in its wake. Somewhere inside him he can feel it, that echo of humanity. It’s not strong enough to influence his actions, but it leaves a mark all the same. Whenever he sees something human, or reads about it, he recognizes it’s something he supposed to feel, he just doesn’t. Somewhere he remembers what it is to be human, but the capacity to act on, to actually be human is no longer in him. And he has no desire to be human, and yet, he knows he’s missing something. And a part of him is and always will be searching for it. As Clary said, he recognizes that he needs to be loved, but without any idea what love is or how to obtain it, that’s a battle he lost a long time ago.[/ul]
- - - - father's name, Valentine Morgenstern
- - - - mother's name, Jocelyn Morgenstern
- - - - siblings, Clary Fray(Morgenstern)
- - - - non-blood family, family's about more than blood?
- - - - overall history, Jonathan’s life might’ve turned out very differently if his father’s hadn’t decided to tempt fate and mock heaven. Jonathan’s mother, Jocelyn, was injected with the blood of Lilith while she was pregnant with him. When he was born, she knew instantly something was wrong. His pitch black eyes and claw like hands faded after a while, but her hatred of him never did. She kept him though, perhaps it was out of some sort of maternal affection for the son who’s body he inhabitant, or perhaps it was just to keep up a pretense. She truly thought he had perished in that fire when she ran with her other child, but regardless, in Jonathan’s mind the day she abandoned him they forsook any connection to each other.
[/ul][/ul]Lilith promised that her blood would burn out his humanity, and she was right. Even from a young age, Jonathan was evidently a demon child. Oh, he wasn't the “burn the wings off butterfly’s or the whiskers off cats kind of psycho.” But from the moment he opened his eyes, there was, nothing. He was empty. When his father read to him when he was a child, there’s was none of the excitement children get from reading stories (though children’s books were never his father’s chosen reading material). There no stirrings at intricacies of the plot nor connection to the tribulations faced by the characters. He was thoughtful, but blank. Perhaps his father didn’t notice, or maybe he just didn’t care. Valentine only ever saw his super-soldier come to life, and he wouldn’t waste a moment. From the time Jonathan could walk he was learning to use a sword, throw a knife, and master the language of the angels—though when he was eight he argued that they should be using demon runes, though Valentine was hesitant and Jonathan was forced to learn them on his own without Valentine's knowledge.
Jonathan’s extra-human (and technically, extra-angel) abilities began to present themselves at a very young age, but Valentine wanted him to beyond extraordinary. His conditioning of Jonathan was brutal, beyond what any human, and most shadowhunters, could endure. He taught him every single little aspect of every weapon, every battle strategy, and every ancient martial art. He made him stronger, faster, and pushed his endurance. Taught him not to be dependent on sleep. Or nutrition, and pushed his ability to withstand pain. He taught Jonathan through force and cruelty, believing it was the only way.
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But Jonathan loved it, as much as he was capable of loving something. Everything Valentine taught him seemed instinctual, in his nature. He was beyond a fast learner. He devoured everything. He never complained about never getting to do anything fun, he never wanted too. This was what he wanted, and by the time he was eight he didn’t need Valentine’s “encouragement,” he was the epitome of self-motivation. Valentine may have mistaken this enthusiasm for love for his father, and maybe to Jonathan it was, as he couldn’t really tell the difference. Though he never enjoyed the pain, in fact, he could barely keep from screaming the first time his father whipped him. And the following time was even worse because his father whipped him with demon metal, from which the pain never quite subsides, nor the scars fade. But by the third time, Jonathan had turned numb. And over time he almost seemed to, provoke his father into doing it. Sometimes he would suggest his father physically punish him, and though he never looked forward to these occurrences, there came time when there was a sort of…glimmer in his eye whenever they happened.
Jonathan’s training did include other areas, he had to study some literature, master several languages, and participate in the discoveries of his father’s little, “experiments.” Valentine also began teaching him how to appear human. He’d known Jonathan would be different, but no one could’ve envisioned exactly what he’d become. Perhaps one of the few times Valentine was legitimately frustrated with Jonathan was when he was teaching him about emotion. Jonathan was resistant at first, but eventually he began to accept the necessity of it and became proficient.
When he was 11, things changed. Valentine was going to let go of Jace, but to do that he needed to fake his own death. Jonathan always knew about Jace, even though he’d never seen him. Valentine would sometimes complain about Jace to Jonathan, which Jonathan took to mean he didn’t love Jace, and his abandoning of Jace was a clear favoring of Jonathan over the boy that wasn’t even his father’s own blood, In Jonathan's mind. He assumed that now that his father was no longer wasting time on that boy that they could move forward. He felt ready, ready to finally come out into the open. But while Valentine agreed it was time to move into the next phase, he was content to play a long game. Jonathan resisted, complained, and whined. He wanted to kill, to destroy. Eventually Valentine would allow him to kill shadowhunters, downworlders, and some mundanes under the pretense of being a demon, but he mostly withheld him. It was then that Valentine began to realize Jonathan’s true nature. Jonathan was loyal to Valentine, but he didn’t love him, not that Jonathan probably understood the difference. He also began to realize that Jonathan had no restraint. He was too bloodthirsty, too eager to cause pain, even at the expense of practicality. He had no respect for strategy if it cut down on who he was allowed to kill. Several times his bloodlust almost compromised all of Valentine’s plans. It was then that Valentine realized Jonathan would never be what he wanted him to be, and he kept him on tighter chain. He told him he needed to prepare to impersonate Sebastian Verlac, and that kept him busy.
Finally came the time where Jonathan had to intercept him. He wasn’t ordered to kill him, and he never necessarily intended to, but Sebastian resisted, and he decided Killing Sebastian would be easier. At first he struggled to maintain his cover. He hated Aline, the Penhallows, and pretty much every shadowhunter he came in contact with. He might’ve given in and just started massacring them, if he hadn’t heard that the Lightwoods were coming, and with them Jace, and with them, Clary. Finally getting to meet the boy his father had raised and his sister, was too great a temptation to resist. He worked even harder to mask his true nature. When he first saw Jace he was impressed with his ferocity, and apparent stoniness. But as he studied him further he began to see Jace’s vulnerability slipping through the cracks, his brokenness, his self-loathing, his fear. In some ways he was glad, knowing Jace was weak, but he also knew that his father had tried to get Jace to come with him. And he hatedit when people called Jace, “Valentine’s son.” The Morgenstern legacy belonged to him, and him alone, though he still had hopes for Clary. He hated Alec, though not because he was gay, Sebastian only portrayed a homophobe to hurt Alec, but he did considered Alec’s fear a huge weakness, and was disgusted with him for that. He hated Max, but he actually kind of liked Izzy. She was certainly the coldest, fiercest, and the most war-like in his eyes.
He was disappointed when he heard Clary wasn’t coming, and pleasantly shocked to see her come anyway. He was instantly enthralled with her. The other true child Valentine. He also used her to get the book and find Ragnor Fell’s location so he could kill him. Despite his continued interest in Clary, he realized she was nothing like how he’d imagined her. He’d always thought she was exactly like him, but she was nothing like him. He began to get disgusted with her, but he also decided that she belonged to him, and it was his right to kiss her, to use her in whatever way he wished too. He also had realized he feelings for Jace, he loved the idea of her kissing her real brother without realizing it, and hurting Jace was certainly a plus. He pretended to be hurt when she rejected him, but as she disappeared he smiled. He vowed she would be his, one day. And if not, then he would destroy her. He took down the demon towers, and returned to play his part, laughing at their ignorance. They had no idea what awaited
them.
He never meant to kill Max, but he wasn’t surprised nor grieved that he did. He did regret knocking out Izzy, he had hoped he could convince her to join them someday (obviously that option is now out of the picture). He attempted to maintain his guise long enough to get the book, but his growing hatred and frustration pushed him over the edge and he lost it with Clary, letting his true self slip through. When they went off without them to save the vampire, he followed. The moment he saw Hodge he decided to kill him, mostly because Hodge was weak and he hated weak things, but when he realized Hodge knew where the mirror was, he waited. He was pleasantly amused with Jace’s belief that he was a demon, and enraged. Jace really thought he could be demon? He, dared pretend to be one of them, the true children of Lilith? When he realized Hodge was going to tell Jace the truth, well, he couldn’t have that, he wasn’t quite ready to relinquish his cover yet, so he killed Hodge. But when it became clear he wasn’t going to convince them, he finally gave in. Those few moments have given him more pleasure than almost anything else, finally getting to attack Jace, and confirming that he was stronger. He then returned to Valentine. He knew he had not achieved everything his father had wanted him to do, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to watch Idris burn, and he wanted to stain his own hands with their blood. When he realized Jace was watching, he played up his role as Valentine’s son, hoping Jace would become Jealous. He then wanted to Kill Jace, but not before he amde jace watch the final desctruction of the shadowhunters. But when he realized his verbal jibes weren’t getting anywhere, he moved on to fight him. Jonathan knows if Isabelle hadn’t shown up he would’ve been victorious, and his only regret is that he didn’t finish her off then and there. He’s actually preferred making Jace his slave brother to killing him, and he wants nothing more than to force Jace back there and find a way to make it permanent.
Simon’s blood awoke him, and Jace’s blood gave him strength. He was reborn, and given new purpose in his mind. He forsook the name of Jonathan, choosing Sebastian instead, and forged a new path for himself. He’d been loyal to Valentine, but now that he was independent, he decided Valentine had always held him back. Originally he just wanted to destroy shadowhunters, but Jace gave him the idea to convert them. Now the desire to create his race of Dark Shadowhunters has consumed him, and he will burn down the earth to make it happen. There will finally be a world like him. And now that he has seen Clary’s darker side, he is convinced she will one day stand beside him, as his. And though he has been thwarted once he is far from being defeated
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Jonathan wrapped his cloak closer around his body. Despite his constant visits to the far north, he didn’t like it. It wasn’t the cold, because although that was hardly pleasant, he would never allow something so trivial to influence his actions. But this cold was just, empty. A dry vacuum that seemed to seep the life from your limbs and leave you withering in its wake.
He crossed the street, heading towards a dark, dusty apartment complex in the corner of the road. He gripped the rusty, frozen railing and raced swiftly up the steps, feeling the decaying metal flake off into his hands. He reached the second floor and walked past the first door, but stopped for he reached the second, facing the wall. It would’ve looked odd, he supposed if someone were to have opened their door and found him like this, his hand caressing the seam between the adjacent apartments.
He raised his hand.
“I, Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern, Son of Valentine Morgenstern, ask entrance to your sanctuary.” He might’ve chuckled at the similarities this had with the shadowhunter oath to enter holy places, had the circumstances been different. But he waited, unmoving. For a moment, it seemed nothing would happen then…
A low rumbling sound, like rocks turning, rose up from behind the stones. Then the wall split, like a seam ripping open between the two rooms as another one wedged its way inside, with the neighbors being none the wiser. He stepped inside, a bitter taste in his mouth. He hated that no matter how far he went, his father’s legacy still seemed to trail after him like some pestilent swarm he couldn’t escape.
Inside he was met with the musty smell you sometimes get in old, forgotten attics. He let his bag fall off his shoulder, looking around. Dust lined the old, fading furniture in the small, bare, dimly lit room. The apartment lacked the comforts of the portable home, but thanks to his damned little sister, that was no longer accessible to him. But Valentine always had a reserve, a back-up plan, and there were plenty of these little dwellings all over the world. He’d chosen the Estonia one because it was the closest to Wrangel Island, the connection between this world and the pandemonium. He would’ve preferred to be even closer, but he dared not challenge the Clave directly, not yet. But soon, so soon.
A slow, wicked smirk spasmed across his face as he thought of it. Tomorrow he would meet his shadowhunters, the children of Raziel turned to the children of Lilith. They had been amassing followers for him, whether by persuasion or force, he didn’t care. Tomorrow he would see the “fruits of their labors,” so to speak. If they seemed worthy, he would blood them. They would join him, and they would march on the Moscow institute. He could hear it, see it, taste it. Their screams of terror the moment before their nightmares fell upon them. See them try to fight, but fall beneath his might. Their desperate, fruitless running before he would pull them back and drive his sword through their hearts. Blood would form rivers from their wounds, staining the hallowed ground on which they were built their precious institutes. He would rip them, feel their hot searing flesh beneath his fingers before he sliced, lacerating them from the inside out. He would tear their hearts from their chest and watch as the flame died behind their eyes, the fire evaporating from their skin like smoke. They would fall.
They would take the Moscow institute, and then they would take the world.