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John Constantine

"They sent John Constantine to help? We're all screwed."

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a character in “Gods Among Men”, as played by Saarai

Description

Real Name: John Constantine.
Alias:
Allegiance: Himself, Zatanna Zatara.
Sex: Yes, please.
Race: Caucasian British.
Age: 34.
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 186 lbs.
Appearance:

Personality: Self-loathing. Rude. Crass. Manipulative. All perfect words to describe John Constantine. John himself seems to think he is a champion for mankind, or at least he wants to be. No one can argue that he doesn't help people by helping himself, but whether or not that makes him a champion isn't lost on the man when he's had a lot to drink at some dive bar.
Goals & Ambitions: Freeing humankind from the control of Heaven, Hell, politicians and The Kardashians.

Abilities & Equipment: John Constantine is a low-mid level warlock, though he has shown an incredible ability to read minds. John doesn't know how gifted he is, his other superpower, self-hatred, doesn't allow him to truly explore his potential. He is also very intelligent despite the many poor decisions he makes, being regarded by those that know him as the world's greatest con artist.

Weaknesses: Anything that harms a normal human, beer, cigarettes, men, women, his ego.

Personal History: Born in Liverpool to Thomas and Mary Anne Constantine, John's mother passed away while giving birth to John and a twin brother who also did not survive. The death of his mother was blamed on John by his father, whose anger prompted him to take up drinking. Thomas took out his drunken rage on John and his older sister, Cheryl, for years to come.

The Constantine siblings would eventually leave home before Cheryl finished school, hitching a ride to London to escape their father's abuse. Cheryl would finish school and enroll in university. Without Cheryl around to keep him grounded, John would skip school and get into all kinds of trouble in London. He would have his first encounter with magic whilst at ground zero for a fight between the great Zatara Zatara and Felix Faust.

Enthralled by magic, John would devote his time to learning all that he could about the supernatural over the years. It was once he learned that mankind were basically the playthings of the gods and of demons that he became the man he is today. His own unresolved issues with his father made him resent being controlled or manipulated by anyone.

John Constantine vowed to bring down the institutions of Heaven and Hell by any means.

Occupation: Grifter, "Champion".
Family:
Thomas Constantine - Father; deceased.
Mary Anne Constantine - Mother; deceased.
Cheryl Masters (nee Constantine) - Sister.
Tony Masters - Brother-in-Law.
Gemma Masters - Niece.

Additional Information: (optional)

So begins...

John Constantine's Story

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#, as written by Saarai
The dimly lit Bourbon Street bar was packed with tourists and locals alike. People who had come down to experience Jazz, and traditional New Orleans culture from the safety of a shuttle and a police escort.

And then there was John Constantine. Face bruised from his last fight. Really, it was his last beating. John could handle himself, but he wasn't exactly Bruce Lee. He held a bag of ice against his face with one hand, and a shot glass with the other. He could hear the TV playing.

Maxwell Lord, he hated that guy, was announcing some new project. All it took was for him to shout, "God Bless America!" For John to loudly scoff. "You got a problem, brah?" A man beside him asked, "I just think all that stuff's bollocks." John answered, "Of course, some limey has a problem with America." The man said.

"You can get out of here." Another said to John, "You misunderstand, I mean that faux patriotism. You can't tell me you lot actually believe in that shit?" John said, glancing around at the people in the bar.

They were mostly bikers.

"Actually, I can see why that would get you all riled up. You gents are hell-bent for leather, innit?" The Englishman joked, downing his shot. "Hot-blooded Americans down in good ol' New Orleans. I forgot I was in the American south for awhile. The only region in the world us Brits get to make fun of for the lack of proper dentistry." He said, tapping his empty shot glass.

As it was refilled he could practically hear the fists balling up as more men began to surround him. John quickly took the shot and downed it, slamming the glass down hard on the head of the man beside him, throwing his bag ice down hard enough that it would spill.

He jumped up and tossed an elbow back into one of the bikers, the ice on the ground caused the others rushing him to slip and fall. John took advantage, jumping over the bodies and using a few as stepping stones to the relative safety of the New Orleans streets.

He figured he would have made it too were it not for the fact that he noticed a potted plant. He grabbed the plant and continued on his way, only to find a fist in his face and his body hitting the ground.

Next thing he knee he was being beaten and then tossed out on the street.

"I want the plant. It's my friend." He called out from where he lay on the concrete. The plant came flying out of the bar, slamming down beside him. It didn't take any damage. John realized that this was because it was plastic.

"Well, fuck me." He said to himself, slowly getting to his feet. He wiped blood from the cut on his cheek, hobbling over towards bushes not far from the bar.

"Are you there, Thing? I have good news, Thing." He said as he stood in front of the bush, pedestrians passing by with looks of disgust on their face.

"Is he...?"

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In truth, John Constantine's efforts to find vegetation were pointless, as Swamp Thing was connected to all plant matter, including the microscopic algae resting comfortably in John's digestive tract. Granted, the end result would not be one that Swamp Thing wanted. Still, halfway across the world, John was heard.

In the bushes, plant fibrils flared with consciousness and Swamp Thing partially manifested into form, appearing as only a face obscured by leaves. Swamp Thing didn't need the Jazz to recognize what this place was, he could do that just by the feel of it. Memories flare like the sun as it dips behind the horizon, streaking a sunset of thoughts that originally aren't his own. Louisiana. Home. At least to Alec Holland.

"Hello John... it is good... to see you again... though, I hope... it is under... better circumstances... this time."

Swamp Thing took note of the bruises and thought perhaps not. His brow furrowed and he continued.

"Tell me why... you have called... me back to this... wretched City of Man."

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#, as written by Saarai
"Wretched? I like this place. Though, that might actually prove your point." John admitted, "Look, I've been chasing down a lead here. Felix Faust, you should know him, or Alec should at least." The Englishman said, digging a beat up pack of cigarettes from an inside coat pocket.

The blue-collar warlock stuffed the cigarette between his lips, raising a now fiery finger up and placing it against the end of it. "He's up to something. Something big. It involves Intergang, meaning it probably involves Trigon and human sacrifice, meaning it probably involves virgin girls."

"I say, out of the kindness of my heart, that we sort them out. Chase Faust back to Metropolis and let the Superhunk or the Sentinels finish him off."