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John Lang

"Yes I know how handsome I am. Stop staring at my hot bod."

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a character in “Beyond The Sea”, as played by Haas33



{"I'm sexy and I know it. Wait that's not what I want people to remember me by. Uh... I can say anything here right? Yeah? Uh... World Peace!โ€}


|{Full Name}|
Jonathan Kritz Lang

John, Johnny





Coffee Shop Owner


John can completely transform his body into another human person. He can even change his clothing if he is already wearing clothing. He has tried changing into another type of animal with disastrous results. He had a tail for months. If he changes into a female, he does have a female reproductive system but is infertile. The transformation process is very quick but slightly painful, but he is used to it by now.


John is well built and physically fit, he takes pride in his appearance. He is fairly tall at 6'1" and muscular especially around his arms and back. He has green eyes and short scrufy but soft brown hair. Occasionally he will have scruff on his face around his chin, but he keeps himself fairly clean shaven. He looks slightly older than he is. His mouth is almost always upturned in a grin and his eyes in a constant happy crinkle. He is a very approachable person, not too intimidating but not necessarily 'cutesy' or 'young'

-a good cabaret performance
-joking around

-The miracle pills, even though he reluctantly takes them every day
-people who show weakness
-his father

|{Hobbies || Talents}|
Apart from singing off key in the shower, he also loves to cook. Because he has the materials to experiment around a bit, he cooks for fun and sometimes his creations get put into his shop. He is also good at gambling and enjoys it. He is a regular though, but he is not addicted to it. He knows when to stop and when the odds to to far not in his favor. Because of this he tends to walk out of the casino with more than he walked in with, even if it is only by a couple bucks or so. never has he seen himself completely at loss or in debt because of some drunken wager.

|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
-He fears fear itself
-drowning, being burned alive, being murdered in his sleep, but no outlandish fears
-he has daddy issues
-and trust issues
-and commitment issues

Yvonne both scares the shit out of him and arouses him at the same time, but he'd never admit that to her

John is a people person. He is extremely charismatic and well liked, always the one to fill awkward silences or starting a conversation. He can be goofy and sarcastic and all around a generally fun person to be around. However, he is quite the flirt and has yet to act or think seriously. However, this is also mostly due to his severe trust issues because of his father. He is not quick to trust and he tends to jump to conclusions. He is very laid back and doesn't normally let what people say offend him, but he will definitely stand up for a friend and defend them. He doesn't hold grudges mostly because he doesn't care. He's a bit of a lone wolf despite his many friend, lovers, and one-night-stands. He has one or two close friends but overall doesn't try to grow to attached. He is polite and flirtatious towards most everyone, but pursuing a serious relationship with him never ends well. It's not that he's mean or disrespectful, he just has commitment and trust issue so he tends to cut ties with someone as soon as things get serious. Really he just needs someone patient, understanding, and willing to feel off the trust-issue scab that had healed around his father's betrayal.

John is a very touchy-feely kind of person, great to talk to even if he won't talk much about his past himself. However, John is an atheist and does not believe in this Orphic religion despite the amazing powers its people posses. Somehow, he deigns that all of this is because of something scientific rather than religion based.

His family grew up in germany, his father a well known scientist and his mother a politician. He was very close to his father and was following in his father's footsteps to become a scientist. When his father was called down to Atlantis to work on something they called a 'miracle pill' he packed up his family and they traveled below the surface to 'paradise.' His mother became an Alterist politician, not the leader, but still somewhat important. John started to intern at the laboratory. However, when he found out what they were doing to make these miracle pills and how they were altering people, he was horrified. He grew apart from his dad considerably and gave up his internship, astounded at what he saw. However, he dad betrayed him and forced his son to unwillingly become a test subject. They injected him and he became an alterist. They fed him Miracle pills until he was addicted to the little things and forced him to undergo testing. If he didn't show up to 'work' the police would forcefully take him there. His mom finally intervened, putting word in a higher up Orphic official's ear and John was 'fired' from his job. However, he never forgave his dad and no longer speaks to him despite his dads attempts to make contact.

John decided to set up a coffee shop, and with a little help from his mom, it became one of the few restaurants that weren't segregated, and in fact, the only coffee shop that allowed anyone in. Because of this, it was extremely popular. Nobody wanted to ruin this so no fights were ever started in his shop. An occasional scuffle might happen, but John would immediately intervene. Well liked, his regulars always backed him up and made sure everyone stayed in line. If people ever came into his shop for malicious reasons, they were promptly kicked out. At a large number of tables, Orphics and Alterists sad side by side despite their differences. And hey, his food and coffee was good, too!

|{Theme Song}
Liar, Liar (Burn in Hell) by The Used
"Liar, liar, pants on fire
And the pills go down and get you higher
Baby bottle's burning, motherfucker
And the mother hates him like the daughter
Only god and maker gripping tighter
Saying you will burn in hell, they say
You will burn in hell"

|{Face Claim}
Jensen Ackles

Character Dialogue || #804000

So begins...

John Lang's Story


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~ January 15th, 8 pm. ~

ImageImage Tonight is a very special night. Perhaps the most special night if you don't count Christmas or New Years. January 15th is Conjoinment Day in Atlantis. That's the day when the surface dwellers first came down into the underwater city, connecting themselves with the seafarers, creating one indivisible population that still resides inside Atlantis's great protection today. Traditionally, the holiday is spent in great celebration. The Cabaret, Pub, and Casino are usually packed, and even on the streets, crowds of socialites are chatting and cheering. Everyone is dressed to the nines, whether they be dancing in the club or just chilling out at home. It's supposed to be a very peaceful, unified day full of fun and excitement. But during these times of segregation, revolution, and change, tradition may not last for too long...


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#, as written by Haas33

Jackie Rusa was spending her first Conjoinment Day completely and utterly alone. Weirdly enough, this didn't bother her as she quietly shelved the books she had stacked in her hands, walking through the maze of bookshelves with ease. The smell of old books and old wood shelves wafted up to her, calming her tingling senses. As the last book found its place between two others, she brushed a stray curl back from her face with a long slender finger. She sighed, the soft sound shattering the complete silence that suffocated her. Sometimes she felt so alone in this world, trapped between two bookshelves, hidden away in a gigantic library surrounded by forgotten tales of love, adventure, and tradition. But then she'd spot a book she'd recognize and she'd sit down and read, filling the gaps in her existence with someone else's story.

She supposed she should probably watch the parade or go to a party of some sort instead of stuffing herself in her library for the night, but without her dad it just wasn't the same. Every year they would watch the parade, then meander down to the museum where he would tell her stories about the Orphic's, about his grandfather and his great grandfather and every tradition passed on down through her family (the gigantic library being one of them).

Jackie made her way up to the front of the library and turned off the lights for the night. She closed on Conjoinment Day because nobody ever visited on that day, too many other festivities in mind. Although she did have some great ancient literature preserved carefully in a special section of the library, some of the more famous and historical books she had donated to the museum, so most people made a trip there rather than the library when they wanted to commemorate the day. With one last glance into her dark library, she shut the door and locked it.

She pushed her way through the crowd to reach the museum not too far away, hoping to get in before people rushed in after the parade. When she pushed open the doors some families could already be found milling about. She wove her way through the maze of exhibits, stopping briefly at a couple that looked new. She skirted past two employees, not really looking for a run down on Orphic history (since she'd spent a good deal reading about it.) She continued on until she found her favorite exhibit, down the hall from the great ship wreck exhibit. It was what seemed to be a rather ordinary looking inkwell, more pot like, to match the Minoan style. Her great grandfather had made it as a gift to his wife who was a well known writer of her time. However, he wasn't much of a potter and it took him five times just to get the shape right, twice more for the clay to dry and set properly without breaks or cracks. His wife had loved it so much that she used it every time she wrote, and when she died she passed it onto their eldest daughter until it came into Jackie's dad's possession, him being an only child. As he was not a writer and the inkwell was starting to get some chips and cracks in it, he decided to give it to the museum so that others could admire it.

Jackie's father had told her this story every time she came here.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she stared longingly at the glass case holding a lifetime of memories.


"Black coffee please. No cream no sugar. Atta boy Johnny." The voice of one of his regular customer barely registered in his head as he automatically tipped the coffee pot, little the dark liquid splash into the cup. Rickie, an older gentleman who came here more often than some of his employees did, sat in his usual spot by the diner bar.

"Coffee and Cream Cafe" Wasn't just a coffee shop, they also served sandwiches and breakfast, but their menu wasn't huge. The drink menu well surpassed that actual food menu, but John had decided to add in a counter by the register and barista area for a bit of a closer feel.

"Anything else I can get for you Rickie?" John asked, walking around from the counter, coffee pot in tow, ready to refill some of the customers waiting at the tables. It wasn't too busy because it was Conjoinment Day, but it certainly wasn't slow because some other places could be closed. John didn't bother to stick around for Rickie's reply because he knew it would be a no, the man only ever came here for coffee and never had food. Moving from table to table he noticed a sort of buzz between tables. People were kinder, occasionally getting up and striking a conversation with an Alterist or Oprhic, despite issues. It made John happy to see people recognizing each other as people rather than Alterist vs. Orphic. Tomorrow it probably wouldn't be this light and cheery. In fact lately his little coffee shop had been tense and high strung. Just the other day he had to kick an Alterist man out for nearly starting a fist fight with one of his older Orphic regulars. Things have been weird lately.

He strode over to a lone woman sitting a table. She was rather pretty and John put on a wry smile, gripping the coffee pot tighter. Maybe he would be lucky and wouldn't be alone again on Conjoinment Day.

"Excuse me, beautiful, would you like some more coffee?" He asked, holding up the coffee pot with a casual smile.