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Jonathan Morgan

"I remember it all, but I grew up and stopped believing in this stupid fantasy. It's about time you did too."

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a character in “Imaginary: Into the Otherworld”, as played by ViviOrunitiaFF9

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Full Name:
Jonathan David Morgan

Nicknames:
J (most commonly), JoJo, Jon (even though he hates it), Jonny (and this), JD, Morgan, Drifter, Freak (not malicious)

Description:

Jonathan's look hasn't changed much in the years since he and his friends drifted apart. He still has the same brown hair, in a similar hairstyle, trustworthy hazel eyes, he's still slim despite the fact the he eats more than all of his new friends do together with the same athletic build. He even still dresses in the same style: typically simple raglan long sleeved tops (can be change for t-shirts or casual shirts on occasion) with blue jeans, zipper hoodies and his trademark tan work boots. Though now he is almost always seen with his trusty messenger bag somewhere near him, if not on him, and the small dark feather held around his neck by a thin strip of leather (it helps remind him of his sister without making him think of his imaginary friend as it was once hers, despite being a man's accessory ). Concerning his physical appearance, he has grown taller despite always being tall for his age, now 6' 3", has lost his boyish looks in place of a more matured look and he has a couple of noticeable scars. The first is along his left palm from trying to clean up broken glass, and the other is on his right forearm in a 2 inch line. He still, to this day, cannot remember how exactly he came to receive that scar. He tried to block out as many of his childhood memories as he could manage.

Personality:
Being a Leo, Jonathan is known for speaking his mind, which has landed him in trouble more than once. Although Leo's are natural leaders, Jonathan sees himself as more of a teacher. He will guide people to their full potential. Though despite this he has also shown a proficiency for strategic thinking, and leading. Also, he is usually left with the bulk of the information gathering and tends to remember information that others do not. If he knows he is right about something then he will not back down easily, showing how stubborn he can be. This plus his sarcasm, occasionally cold nature and odd few criticisms tends to push some people away, leaving them with the impression that he is a little pompous or self righteous.

If things are not going the way they are meant to then Jonathan can get quite bossy and he will enter into things if they are not fair on one side or he thinks that he will help, making some think him quite interfering. He tries his best to keep things fair and see everything from both perspectives, which is aided with his quick mind for making connections. He is rational, very intelligent, inquisitive and has a respect for rules and structure, but not always respect for those who set or enforce these rules. Because of his dedication to logic and facts he is a sceptic about most things until he has proof otherwise and so will be far harder to remind of his past exploits with his imaginary friend. It is difficult to finally gain his full trust, but when someone has it, it is almost impossible to break. He is actually a little too trusting when it is earned and always makes excuses for people who treat him badly without even realising, however there is only so much that he can take. He is creative and can be rather bold when the situation calls for it. Although he puts up a persona of cool and calculating, there is a gentleness hidden within that he only shares with those that he holds closest to his heart.

While Jonathan tries to avoid conflict, he is willing to fight if he feels he must, or if it is for something he believes in. He is also fiercely protective of those he holds closest to him. While he is willing to let most insults or attempts to start a fight with himself slide, when it comes to the people he loves he can snap in an instant. He is a little hot headed at times and can snap into his serious and more "bitchy" side (as his friend Lauren likes to say), but when he is truly angry, enraged, (not an easy feat) most should stay out of his way because he tends to lose control a little and could accidentally hurt someone.

Likes:
-Chocolate Cake
-Swimming
-Climbing trees (his little childish moments)
-Elegance
-Adventuring and Exploring
-Photography (especially while exploring)
-Midnight Walks
Dislikes:
-Being reminded of his childhood or his imaginary friend (he has long since rejected it all)
-People who prey on the weak (including a number of his new "friends")
-Unfairness (though he's hypocritical as he can be unfair)
-When people bring up his sister
-Mathematics (but he is good at it)
-Pineapple (he hates it with a passion)
-Dancing









Skills:
-He is quick witted and strategically smart.
-One of his main skills is being able to identify and exploit weaknesses.
-He is strong, fast and has decent endurance.
-He has some hand to hand fighting experience, but most just school brawls, and even then very little.
-He usually has something that helps in situations somewhere in his bag - he being prepared (flashlight, matches etc).
-He is very strong willed so mind games are difficult with him, unless you push the right buttons

Weaknesses:
-He completely rejects his Imaginary now that he has grown up and will be difficult to recruit (but not impossible).
-He can sometimes be unsure about his abilities, or will worry about the repercussions, and will hesitate before acting.
-Relies too much on logic, facts and rational thinking rather than instinct and unorthodox ideas.
-His sister is a delicate subject and he can easily become enraged if she is spoken badly of.
-After an accident a couple of years back, his left knee has been left weaker and can be easily exploited.
-He has broken his ribs several times and they also serve as a weak point.

Brief History:
Jonathan had been a pretty normal kid mostly, though it was clear he was quite smart after several years from his birth. He had grown up with his mother and father, and his two siblings - a brother and a sister. He was the youngest of them all, and despite having all of the others to be close to, he was closest to his older sister. They spend nearly all their time together. She was elegant and beautiful, and clearly the favourite of the family. So when the news that she had cancer reached them it had a toll on the family. They watched as she wasted away to her death in pain. Jonathan was smart, beyond his years, so knew exactly what was going on. For the first few weeks after there was a tense atmosphere in the household, and the effect of her death was felt by those outside of it. In this time, Jonathan's mother noticed that he would speak to thin air, pray a lot (mostly about his sister) and would draw pictures of what looked like an angel. She was worried at first, but this was how Jonathan coped. He created an imaginary friend just like his sister in a form of something that was so good and powerful and beautiful. Something that would never leave him. It was the only way he could cope with the pain. He names her Memory.

Jonathan was one of the last to help come up with the Otherworld. He had withdrawn from most of his friends when his sister had died to the point where most gave up on him, but he grew more confident again with his Imaginary to keep him safe (to him at least) and managed to find a group of friends entirely by accident. He had a lot of fun with the Otherworld and with his friends, but eventually his parents stepped in concerning his imaginary friend "problem". His mother and father worked hard to make him give up on his "silly fantasy". For months he resisted, but eventually he gave up and was one of the first to leave his friends, with great reluctance. Still carrying around the feather round his neck to remember his sister without Memory, he worked to better his grades and become as good a student and son as he could manage. All the while as they pulled the "fantasy" from his grasp, his faith and belief in something greater. slipped too, in place of the cold logic he sticks to today. He became bitter towards this great "God" for taking his sister and ignoring his prayers and rejected it all, including his imaginary friend.

While in school Jonathan met a number of people from all different social groups and became a drifter of sorts, going from the popular kids to the outcasts to the "nerds" and so on, never really tied down in one. It was good for him, he liked the variety. But none of them could compare to his five best friends that he had abandoned. Despite how bad he felt though, he wouldn't go back. His parents had convinced him that spending time with those kids would cause a relapse and Memory would return. Although, he wasn't always one for sticking to the rules. If he were invited back, he would likely speak with them, but he would have to wait for that time to come.

So begins...

Jonathan Morgan's Story

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Character Portrait: Helena Neverwinter Character Portrait: Taja Okoro Character Portrait: Jonathan Morgan Character Portrait: Alex White Character Portrait: Avery Maes

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There are some people who come to school early because that's just when they get dropped off. There are others who arrive early in an attempt to avoid their home lives, which is, indeed, very sad. There are even others who come to school before the first bell in an attempt to catch up with friends. There are only a few, however, that come to school early in order to double check homework answers and/or for meetings of the intellectual club kind. The small group sitting at one the tables helpfully located just outside the school doors were doing just that. Just a glance at them, even ignoring the fact that they had homework and calculators out, laptops and planners spread haphazardly around the surface, and most people could tell that they were of the braniac variety, or, less kindly put, were complete nerds.

Only one person really stood out, binder shut and laptop stowed away as he leaned on the table, drowsy brown eyes glancing idly around the school grounds. His brown hair was a tousled mess like he'd simply ignored it when he'd rolled out of bed that morning, and stubble was, not unattractively, starting to show. He wore a navy sweater with black slacks and nice black shoes that didn't tend to fit the description of what high school boys wore. He didn't need to check his homework- why would he? He knew it was right. Call him cocky, call him smug, or, as he would prefer, call him Avery.

Whoever had uttered one of the single most idiotic phrases "High school is the best years of your life" had obviously never gone to high school. At least that was the opinion of Avery Maes, resident high schooler and overall grump, who'd long since realized that as long as he was in the public school system, life was never going to be particularly nice. It came with being labelled as a nerd, and a defiant nerd at that, not the sort of person you could goad into doing your homework for you. It didn't quite help that the memory of his less than manly past still loomed large over his life, raising its ugly head whenever someone was particularly displeased with him. So, yes, he did fall into the category of unpopular and, honestly, he was just fine with that because he didn't much care about the people surrounding him in the daily drudge and longed for the day he could leave them and their associated memories behind. Some memories more than other.

Speak of the devil… He grimaced and stopped his perusing stare the moment a certain dreamy-eyed girl made an appearance, wandering towards the school with a disturbingly blank expression on her face. Oh, yes. He'd really like to forget her. It wasn't just her, of course, because all of the people he played with in his childhood fell in his "do not like" list in big, block letters and underlined several times for emphasis. Helena the school's resident weirdo, just so happened to be the only visible source of his dislike right now.

"Isn't that that one girl?" One of the boys at the table asked. Apparently Avery hadn't been the only one to notice.

"Oh, right, that crazy one. The one who drags that creepy doll thing around. I saw her holding it in class once," Another noted.

"Didn't you hang out with her or something, Avery….?"

"Yes." His words were sharp and with clear malice. "But that was a long time ago, so drop it." And they did because once Avery Maes said to drop it, you dropped it unless you wanted to find yourself verbally ripped apart. He wasn't like that with a lot of things, but anything that involved Helena Neverwinter, Taja Okoro, Jonathan Morgan, or Alex White was taboo for the testy student council president.

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Character Portrait: Helena Neverwinter Character Portrait: Jonathan Morgan Character Portrait: Avery Maes

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Waking with a quiet breath, the tired teen took a moment before opening his eyes to the blinding light streaming through his open windows. The curtains fluttered like wings as a soft breeze blew in, its crisp scent of morning enticing him into the waking world. He groaned and pushed himself up onto his elbows, eyes still squinting into the searing sunlight. Swallowing to wet his dry throat he looked to his alarm clock, then looked away. It was long after he usually got up, but for a moment he started to convince himself that he would still have time to get a shower and head into school if he got a quick nap. Before he could even think of moving, a shrill voice called from outside his bedroom.
"JoJo! Time for school!" He recognised the voice as his mother, the hell-bitch herself, but didn't begin to show any signs of getting out of bed until an equally irritating voice, though for very different reasons, echoed her mockingly.
"Yeah, JoJo! Time for school!"

Jonathan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He inhaled again, imagining all of the annoying things his slightly older brother had done - and would do later in the day - flowing to his centre, then exhaled, sending thoughts with it. Forcing a less grumpy look onto his face, he pushed himself up into a sitting position and swung his legs over the edge, wincing slightly as bare skin touched icy floor below. He pushed himself up slightly, making sure that he had the balance and stability require to remain upright, then continued to full standing. Swaying for a second, he started forwards to the door. The teen grasped the handle and opened the door to a surprisingly warm hallway. His feet met comfortable carpet. Jonathan spread his toes and let the soft fabric go between them, then continued on his way to the bathroom.

The door opened with a quiet squeak, to which he rolled his eyes - his dad had been saying for months he would fix it - and stepped off the warm carpet onto icy floor again. The cold bit into him releasing its chilly poisons through his body sending a shiver up his spine. Shaking it off he locked the door, stripped and turned on the shower. Warm water cascaded down, hitting the shower floor with a loud tapping. He stepped in while it was still only warm then let the water slowly turn to his preferred temperature. Jonathan washed quickly then stood with one hand against the wall, his arm out straight keeping him upright, facing the direction in which the water was coming. His eyes closed, the water caressing his skin lulling him into a deep sleep.

Seemingly only seconds later Jonathan jumped awake and nearly fell because of a thumping. It took a moment for his groggy mind to figure out just where the banging was coming from, then he understood from the muffled voice calling through the dark wooden door.
"Jonny," his father started, to which Jonathan cringed. He hated that nickname, and they knew it. "You've been in there for a half hour. Hurry up and get ready, I'll drop you and your brother off." It was a second before he found his voice to answer, and then only with a simple "alright". The retreating footsteps was a relief, and he sighed, then hurried out to get ready and get something to take with him for breakfast.


All through the car ride there he had to put up with his brother's antics. Despite the boy being a couple of years older than Jonathan, it was the latter of the two who had matured most - though not by choice. They finally pulled up just outside the school. Jonathan grabbed his bag, a plain black messenger bag, and hurried out of the car giving his dad a mumbled thanks. He inhale deeply as the fresh morning air gently blew over him. While Jonathan wasn't much of a morning person, some were just too good to be in a bad mood. With a faint smile he started for the school building while it was still early.

Jonathan looked around the school grounds as he walked. Just by their clothes he could identify certain groups in the school. The rest were from a certain look to them, or the way they acted. He glanced down at his own clothes. He had worn his usual black and white raglan long sleeved top, dark blue zipper hoodie which he almost always left unzipped, dark blue jeans and his tan work boots. He had often been told by his friends that he had absolutely no fashion sense, and he didn't argue. This was his usual style of clothes, though if it were colder he would have worn his dark trench coat, which falls down to the knees. Using his style of clothing he tried to figure out where people would place him and groaned as he realised, the waving hand of his friend in the distance only helping him understand.

He reached his friend, Rachel, who as always almost jumped on him as she gave him a hug. The two had dated once, but had broken up over two years ago, but Jonathan always suspected she wasn't entirely over it despite being the one who ended it. He gave a half smile, having to force most of it onto his face. He greeted the rest of the group of mostly popular kids with the same half-assed smile, then chatted with them for a little while. Before long however, something else came up to ruin his good morning.
"Hey," Kevin said with his huge, ugly grin, "It's the school loony!" Jonathan's body went rigid and held perfectly still, a stone statue in the middle of the school grounds.
"Why does that crazy bitch even bother coming back here?" Rachel asked with some venom in her voice. Jonathan spun his head around and looked at her with a mixture of shock and disgust. It was the first time he had ever heard Rachel saying something about Helena, one of his old friends. He knew that she would whisper whatever behind his back, but had never once until that day said it in front of him. Rachel looked back at him, almost feeling bad for it, but then looked away to the "loony" as if it meant nothing.
"Yeah, it's not like anyone wants her here," Jess said after, continuing the verbal bashing with Mark nodding his agreement beside her.

Helena suddenly stopped and looked like she had spoke to herself, then headed straight for another one of the people Jonathan had once known, Avery. His eyebrows pulled close together in both confusion and worry. Helena hadn't spoken to any of them in years, none of them had spoke to any of the others for that matter. So, why now was she going to Avery? Memories of his past began to surface, but he pushed them back into the dark corner they had come from. He had long since rejected anything that had happened in the past, considering it all just their imaginations, nothing more. But he still worried.

"Oh look," Rachel started again, yanking Jonathan from his thoughts. "There she goes trying to recruit another into her crazy world." As they all broke into giggling Jonathan frowned in annoyance, and finally spoke up.
"Alright guys, that's enough," he said above the incessant noise they were making. "Just leave her alone." Four pairs of fire filled eyes fell on him. His confidence faltered for a second, but then he made himself stand at his full height, towering over the lot of them. Two of the weaker willed teens, Jess and Mark, gave up and looked back to Helena, but Rachel and Kevin remained.
"Careful Morgan," Kevin warned, "she might come after you next. We wouldn't want to you going along with her now would we?" Jonathan closed his hand into a fist and opened it several times while he continued to hold his ground. Kevin finally gave an amused snort before turning back to Helena in the distance. Just before she looked away, Rachel gave a look of disappointment to him, then ignored him completely.

Shaking his head with a loud sigh, he turned on his heels and left them all behind. It seemed to be something he was very good at, abandoning his friends. The teen stopped at one of the trees on the grounds, dropped his bag and sat down leaning his back against the bark. He pulled a sketch book from his bag and a candy bar. He flipped through the pages slowly. This was the only reminder left his past exploits with his old friends. Dozens of drawings filled the pad, which wasn't even half way filled. Drawings of beautiful angels and a world different to Jonathan's own. When he was younger, there had been dozens of these books, all filled with pictures of his imaginary friend. But when his parents were trying to convince him to give up the fantasy, give up his Memory, they burned them all, several right in front of him. All except one. He closed it over quickly and closed his eyes.
'It wasn't real. Now let it go.' After a minute he put the book back in his bag and bit into the candy bar, waiting for the bell to ring so he could have something else to focus on.

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Character Portrait: Helena Neverwinter Character Portrait: Taja Okoro Character Portrait: Jonathan Morgan Character Portrait: Alex White Character Portrait: Avery Maes

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Walking up in a place like this is really no joy for a teenager. The house is in a nice neighborhood, the family has the money, and the kid have the freedom they want. So what is there to hate about this lifestyle? Being neglected. Taja Okoro has had the life of a very well off family. However, her attitudes and values are completely different than those of the rest of her family. Her father is a CEO who barely spends time at home, while her mother is one of her father's executives, so she's gone all the time too. Her older sister is off married doing her own thing. Then leaves her twin brothers, and surprisingly enough, Taja and her brothers are only eleven months apart making them Irish triplets. Taja is different from her brothers by a lot. She works even though she has the money to buy almost anything, she likes plants and won't let any plant die under her care, she is highly intelligent and is number two in her class, and has group of great friends for all the right reasons. So why is she so unhappy? Seemingly, Taja just wants to be accepted by her family. She tries too hard to get their attention to the point where she has given up and simply hopes. Hopes that one day her parents will take time out of their lives to recognize all the accomplishments she has acquired.

This is something Taja thinks about constantly, and every morning she hopes to see her parent down stairs to greet her with breakfast, instead of the nice South Korean maid her parents have hired to take care of Taja and her brothers. The maid and her two kids, her son ninth grade that is in the same grade as her brothers, and her daughter Brooklyn whose in Taja's grade, and her best friend since 8th grade. They are practically family, and every time Taja's family goes on vacation, they come along too. Because of them, Taja learned Korean and Chinese fluently. Nothing against them, but it would really be nice if her parents where there once. Taja got dressed in a frilly dress, with matching high heels. Put on her usual make up, and grabbed her backpack. She met with Brooklyn outside where she waited for her to get inside. "Hey Brooklyn, sorry I was running a little late, thanks for the ride today." Taja said as she closed the door. She must have dozed off because she felt a small tug on her arm and realized she was at school already. Getting out, Taja noticed how far ahead Brooklyn was. She probably had some meeting to get to and wanted to get there early.

Murky and cloudy, Taja walked through the parking lot heading for the school. Seeing how full the entrance was getting, Taja took a shortcut she liked taking whenever the front entrance was jammed. Taking a left around the corner, she started for an opening to the side of the building leading down into the boiler room. The door was never locked, and it was definitely the fastest way to her locker. Going in, she saw one of the janitors and waved at him. What a great guy. Moments later, she reached the door leading to the east hallway where her locker was located in. Ready for her class, she noticed a couple of familiar faces that sparked an emotion she doesn't like feeling. Nostalgia. Helena walked past her, and moments later she saw Avery. The Jon. Today was not starting off well. She rarely sees them that consecutively, so seeing them all come out like that was shocking. It took Taja back to a place she tries to suppress. Shaking her head, reassuring herself that she was fine, she headed for Stats to forget.