John "Commando" Hagen

[Mina Crow]

Name: John Hagen
Alias: Commando
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Tribe: Cigarettes
Rank: Hunter
Term of Residence in New Pork: 3-6 months
Political standing: Democracy - live and let live.
Romantic orientation: Straight
Marital status: Single
Nationality: American
Birthplace: Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
Country of residence: USA
Occupation (pre-Plague): Student
Weight: 149lb
Height: 5'11"
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Mutation: Telepathy
Mental disabilities: None
Physical disabilities: None
Average intellect / average test score: B
Favorite super-hero(es): Spiderman
Favorite color: Blue
Favorite food: Fish'n'chips
Weapons: There is a riffle stored in the Cigarettes' armory that was brought by John, but he refuses to touch it. Instead, he carries a large switchblade, which he uses for intimidation rather than drawing blood, as he dislikes the very thought of it.
Habits: Rubbing the back of his neck, chewing on his lower lip
One word to describe: Silent
Appearance:

John is of medium height and build for a sixteen year old. His hair would be a dark brown, if he hadn't his head completely shaven. His almond shaped eyes are brown as well, but the proper light sometimes reveals a dark green tint in them. His skin is tanned from the sun, and his expression rarely changes from the usual neutral, passive look or a pensive frown. John garbs himself in army style; that includes loose camouflage pants with large pockets, a sleeveless blank shirt or a high collared black one, heavy military boots and occasionally a khaki jacket with plenty of pockets, with the name "Robert Flint" sewn on the chest. He also wears Flint's ID plate around his neck.

Personality:

Despite his alias, John tends to be extremely calm and patient. He prefers to pass unseen, and might frequently be found on shadowy corners of rooms (not hiding nor spying, simply being there), keeping off conversations and apparently not listening to them as well. He is very calm and reserved, keeping his feelings and opinions to himself most of the time, even to the point of unnerving those around him. However, John is a good listener, the kind of person some prefer for late night confessions. He is very tolerant and quite open minded, but he fails to understand violence of any kind.

Notable History:

"I can't stand it anymore, Rob. I told you that."
"John, you can't."
"I can, and I'm going to. I'm sick of this place, of your constant hunt. Leave them alone, leave them be!"
"We can't do that, and you know it. Please, John..." Robert reached for John's shoulder, gripping it with his scarred hand. "Try to understand. You can't go in there! What if we find you? What if I find you? You know what will happen then. There is no mercy."
John flinched and shrugged free of Robert's touch. "There is no mercy here, anyway. And I won't stand here and watch my dad hunt down those kids. If he hunts me down, so be it. But I won't stay here doing nothing. You are doing something, at least. I'm just watching and listening. That's too much."
Robert frowned. Too much of a speech for John. If he felt like talking so much, it meant he was really determined to leave. But he had to keep trying, he couldn't let his friend go into that damned city. "You could join us. Join the army. Your dad would be proud."
"I'm sick of his pride. I'm sick of everything. Whether you help me or not, I'm out of here, Rob. That's it."
Robert sighed. Useless. "Come on. We'll dress you up. But remember, there is no mercy..."

Songs of pain and soothing lullabies
Songs of happiness and some that make us cry
One song we share
The cross we all bear
One that segregates
One that unifies

All we wonder
No one ever denies
If once given life we must die

So bow down with me
Where summer fades into fall
And leave your hatchets of hate
Bow down with me
And sing the saddest of all
The song we all serenade

The more we know
The less we understand
Life... eternity
The savagery of man
We want it all
Aimed at the fall
What is destiny with the masterplan

All we wonder
No one ever denies
If once given life we must die

So bow down with me
Where summer fades into fall
And leave your hatchets of hate
Bow down with me
And sing the saddest of all
The song we all serenade

Hold on now
Don't leave don't let it go
Dance away the waltz of life
Right or wrong
The seed we never sow
That's our loss
Our sacrifice

What does the winter bring
If not yet another spring ~ Kamelot

Reputation:

For being excessively quiet and silent. Some think John has social issues, but he just prefers to keep to himself. A few think he was part of the army surrounding New Pork, and he doesn't care enough to clarify his origins. His presence is hardly noted, but his absence is felt, in the four months John has been with the Cigarettes.

[Seraphim]

[Accepted] [Hunter, me thinks. Reason'll probably move him to Beta or something when Seraph abdicates. ^^]