Without wings.
With wings. But more grey.
Nickname
Spooks
Role
The third mutant
Mutant or Hunter?
Mutant
Gender
Male
Age
17 (but younger than mutant 2)
Personality
Jonathan is usually a quiet boy. He wont really talk much and is seen to be a bit of a loner. He tends to just stick to the shadows and remain invisible. He considers the flock his family, because they were the only family he had known, and would do anything for them. Even jump in front of a bullet for them if the situation called for it. He tends not to socialize well with people and this pushes everyone way but he has a good sense of humor and is quite interesting and fun once you get to know him. He is uite blunt and sarcastic and does't like sugar coating things. Whatever you do, do not pee him off. It's going to end badly for you...
Brief Description
He mostly wears blue jeans and long sleeved tops or shirts. He wears a peridot pendant around his neck that he has always had. He doesn't even know how he got it. He stands at 6'1" and has an athletic figure. He is actually quite toned and handsome but is unnoticed due to his ability to evade people. He has dull grey eyes which match his wings. He always has his grey messenger bag with him.
Skill(s)/Abilities
Jonathan is very athletic, gymnastic and acrobatic. He has always loved acrobatics and practices daily. Though he is toned and muscular, he is surprisingly light which allows him to fly and run quite fast. He is an expert at climbing, whether it be trees or cliff faces, he can climb it. Because he stays quiet for so long and can stand still for a ridiculous amount of time, people tend not to notice him until he speaks or moves. It is something that he enjoys using but at the same time hates it. He like being invisible to people but he hates it when people don't acknowledge him as he can't control whether or not someone sees him. He is quite a good swimmer and often referred to as a ghost due to how he just seems to pop in out of nowhere. This is where he got the name Spooks. He also tends to wear grey clothing and he has grey eyes which also contribute. Jonathan is quite good at gardening and Herbology and it is his past time in a way. he has a pet Cactus that he takes around with him in his bag.Jonathan is known for his skills of using a staff as a weapon and throwing knives. He is good at hand to hand but not as good as Michael . Jonathan sticks to kicks more which he incorporates into his acrobatics and gymnastics along with his staff work and throwing knives. His accuracy is rather good hitting nine and a half (the last knife scratched along the bottle but didn't break it) out of ten bottles.
Likes
Flying
Climbing
Herbology
Reading
Running/Climbing/Swimming
Cooking
Bombs
Dislikes
Small spaces
The Dark
People Judging him
Mirrors
Skin Contact
Phobia
Claustrophobia - Fear of small spaces
Nyctophobia - Fear of darkness
Aphenphosmphobia - Fear of being touched
Catoptrophobia - Fear of mirrors
What do they wish for most?
He longs for someone who can see past his strange phobias and weird habits and take him for who he is.
History
Jonathan remembers bits and pieces of his history as he was taken as a young boy but not too young. Most of the time his memories come to him in dreams. He will dream of a house and a woman who lifts him up and then everything goes red and then back and then Jonathan sees a white room and he feels comfort. There is a woman crying and then he is in the grey room with the cages. That is where he wakes up.
Crush
Mutant number 4...
Other
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Adele - Turning Tables
Close enough to start a war
All that I have is on the floor
God only knows what we're fighting for
All that I say, you always say more
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I can't give you, what you think you give me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
To turning tables
Under haunted skies I see you, ooh
Where love is lost, your ghost is found
I braved a hundred storms to leave you
As hard as you try, no I will never be knocked down
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I can't give you, what you think you give me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
Turning tables
Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
When the thunder calls for me
Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
Standing on my own two feet
I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I can't give you, what you think you give me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
To turning tables
Turning tables, yeah
Turning ohh