40 || Heterosexual || Night Shift Supervisor || January 23rd || Ontario, Canada
Dislikes: He hates the smell of a freshly fired gun, it churns his stomach. He dislikes the loneliness he often feels in his house, only himself to provide company. He hates cases that he cannot solve, each one leaving an impact on his soul because he knew that he wasn't able to save future people. He hates dealing in the kidnapping business and he dislikes showing his weaknesses, especially to the people he cares about. He dislikes things that are not organization in his life, may it be in his house or team, things must fall together as he sees fit. His dislikes overworking his team but often must, leaving him feeling guilty. He also dislikes romantic relationships, too many ended up in ruins in his lifetime.
Fears: Jonathon is terrified that a member from his team will be murdered by The Nightmare; too many officers have already died from this twisted person. He fears that he will never be able to make the world a better place, never ridding enough scum to keep the streets safe. This fear lives greatly within Johnathon, he dislikes when he cannot close a case because he knows the offender is still out in the world causing harm to others. He also fears that he will one day make a mistake that will cost a life or leave a case open.
Skills: Jonathon, because of his many years working on the force, is talented when it comes to finding "clues", things that stick out of the ordinary. He prides himself on being able to deduce information from seemingly random clues, however he is only human. He is talented at firing a gun and it more than efficient in long range shooting. He reads rather quickly, a skill he has picked up from reading so many case studies. He is skilled when it comes to speaking to individuals who was there at the time of the crime, as well as families of the victims from much practice.
Deficits: He is poor when it comes to finding personal time for himself, often obsessing over cases. He also finds it difficult to pick up on languages, only knowing English and French, picking up those languages as a child. When it comes to math, John also struggles, numbers and himself are in a relationship of mutual dislike. He is no good when it comes to letting a case go, he photocopies the files of all the cases he never solved and keeps it with him in his house, also keeping a photograph of every victim in his wallet. He is not the best with conversation as he sometimes gets lost within his head and neglects to answer the one he was talking with. John doesn't know when to give up.
Jonathon often loses himself in the cases, becoming obsessed with details and clues. He can go reading a case for hours, forgetting to eat, drink, and sleep, just to try and solve it. Time is precious in times such as these, so he wants to solve it as soon as he can. When cases start dragging and clues stop showing up, he becomes angry and exasperated and nothing he does is good enough for him. The corruption of the world itches his on the inside, where no amount of scratching can help, but a solved case stops it for a while. To remind himself of all of the bad in the world, he keeps small pictures in his wallet of every victim in every case Jonathon has ever gotten. When the case has been solved, he write the date on the back of the picture, when the case has not been solved but taken away, he write nothing to remind himself that cases are forever ready to be solved. He mulls over cases that have never been completed, forever trying to solve them to make the world a better place, never giving up even when it's hopeless.
It takes a lot to make Jonathon angry on a normal day, but he can loose it easily when he gets sucked into a case. Other than that, it takes much for John to get angry, especially with the people who are the closest to him. When he does get angry however, he often feels his anger as a menacing cold, one that he stores in spite and uses it to destruct calculatingly. It is rare that John gets red hot mad at something, and then he finds it hard to control himself, his hormones going wild in a mad panic. When this happens, he sees red and destructs in a reckless manner. This does not last long, not like his calculating anger does.
John is also a lonely man, often feeling regret with his past. Although he often does not crave human company, he does miss it. He often finds himself thinking of the perfume of his first wife, or how his second would always leave messages on the mirror from the shower steam for him to find when he took his next hot shower. He misses the thought of living with another being, being lost in the eyes of a women, and the subtleties that a home has when their is another person occupying it. On rare occasion, he also misses the touch of another, running his hands through silky hair or the feeling of goosebumps on anothers flesh on a cold morning. He often powers through the loneliness and sadness, finding solace within his work to make the world a better place.
John is also a kind man, who will most likely keep the promises that he has made. He will go through practically anything to keep his team safe and content, feeling guilty when they pull overtime to finish a case. He feels bad when he sees that weight a case will put on one of his teams members, knowing that if he could have only worked harder maybe that heaviness wouldn't be upon them. He will try to never voluntarily hurt someone, physically, emotionally or mentally.
History: Jonathon grew up as any happy child should, with a loving family who take care of him and invested love and support into him. From a young age he was provided with unconditional love from his mother and father, as well as financial stability. He never had to worry about his next meal, in fact, his parents paid for all of his education. He grew up as the product of support and happiness.
It was only in his teenage years that John grew a spike of rebellion in him. It wasn't the type of rebellion that made him hate his parents, in fact, it was more of a soft rebellion that made his question the motives of society. He did not realize why a man who raped and murdered his children could get away free from an insanity plea, he couldn't understand why the government said they would help the homeless yet he always saw them starve and freeze in the winter months. In his rebellion, little Jonathon realized the world was a cruel place and he had been lucky, albeit sheltered. This was the nudge he needed that would ensure he would make a difference in the world. This rebellion facade, which he soon grew out of but kept the ideas that had manifested within his mind, helped him become the great man he would be.
Jonathon never suffered from many great losses in his early years, although as age came, so did grief. His father, Clark, was first to pass, he had never taken great care of himself and Clark had grown obese and diabetic. It was never a concern to his family until his father died of a heart attack at the age of 57 and it was one of Johns first grief. His mother and himself overcame the sadness, bonding tighter than they had been before. His mother, Marlene, passed away many years later peacefully in her sleep at the age of 74, her brain deciding to no longer fire synapses to let her body be filled with light. It took Jonathon years to get over the grief of losing his parents but continued with his life and the world he had engrossed himself in, the world of cases.
It took John many years to get himself to the top, starting off at the bottom. Experience and hard work graced him with the ability to be a shift supervisor. Years of cases aged him quickly and his first wife, Diane, did not like the obsessed man he became. After seven years of marriage and no children, she ended the marriage. Diane could no longer stand the fact that she never saw her husband, and when she did he was reading a case file and was not interested in seeing her. She left him for another man, one who could love her the way she wanted. They kept in touch for a bit but both found it too difficult so communication was ended. Three years later, John got married again to a younger women with much passion. Jessica and he got along grandly but once more she felt sadness when she slept alone at night, the other side of the bed remaining cold. She didn't like that the man she had married became obsessed with his cases, wanting to change the world. She had thought he would change the habit once they had married but no such thing happened. The left Jonathon with his second divorce and the inability to ever lover romantically again.
The loss of his relationships brought he even closer to his team than he was before, caring for the people he was closest to in his life. He found Ollie, the sad boy who was merely coping through life and offered him the help John knew he needed. Alexandra was there to, a girl so empathetic that he just needed to care and protect for. He never told either of them, but they were like the children that he never got to have, becoming emotionally invested on how the two grew up. His team, all of the glorious members, helped him so many times to make the world a better place. He cares for his team and is slowly becoming afraid that this new killer will soon kill them, something he will not allow.
Do You Ever Wonder || Blue October
You must be broken
By a thousand ways of wasting time
Get to the point
And off a hundred lines a week
No need to change my mind
A cleaner shade of thinking time
But I seem to think more than I act upon most things.
Do you ever wonder
How hard you hit?
You broke my thunder
Do you ever wonder
A scar was sewn
A drop of blood was saved for making wine
Still no repent
On how you crumble when I shake
A mental jaw was used
To pry me from this wrecking bond
The sad detail is all the promises that I make.
Do you ever wonder
How hard you hit?
You broke my thunder
Do you ever wonder
I'm cramped and crawling from under the dead
I'm sick of living without you in bed
I've made mistakes that I wrote... That I read...
But now I just can't seem to be preoccupied
The heart was tossed with a black lace chain
With these hands that I write with
And the ode that I live by...
I will never be with you.
Do you ever wonder
How hard you hit?
You broke my thunder
Do you ever wonder
'cause God made this night for me, a silly devil in me talking
Romantic company for walking. Over and out...Over and out...
But this year is the year I want to be, that silly devil in me talking
Romantic company for walking. Over and out...Over and out...
Do you ever wonder
How hard you hit?
You broke my thunder
Do you ever wonder
How hard you hit?
You broke my
You broke my
You broke my
You broke my thunder...