Boomtown Application

[cruento_stella]

Player's Name: Koko
Are you over 16? About eleven years older then that.
Characters Played Here: Nope.

Character: Johnathan "Soda" Andioli

World Description: Soda comes from a world much like our own. The big difference is demons and angels often walk the earth and someitmes mate with humans, the angels and demons always appear to be very beautiful and suductive, it's always a demon or angel male with a daughter of earth. These children are called nephilim's or the Sins of Heaven, the mothers often don't live long lives. There are special hunters born and tapped by the holy angels to seek and destory all nephilims. The nephilims are either born with great power laid dorment in them until they hit a certain age or a great event wakes their power. Usually they are killed by the hunters before they hit adulthood. Those without hidden power tend to go mad and attack those around them until they are killed. Needless to say being a nephilim isn't a good thing, but it's also something hidden from public eye by the vatican. This world also still has a very powerful mafia running through it, all of the families intersect in one way or another.

History: Johnathan Andioli was born into a horribly disfunctunal family. He is the love child of his mother and her sister's husband, this affair and his birth are the reason his mother is cut off from the rest of her family. The man who fathered Johnathan was not exactly human, he was a nephelim trying to walk among humans, this blood was passed to his son but lies dormant in the boy. His mother already had three children before him. Starla, Jerod and Michael, the three were the real people that raised him. Starla was the oldest nearing 15 when he was born, a gentle girl by nature who watched over her family. She was the light of his little life. Jerod was strong and heavily into gang violence, even at his young age of 14. He protected the family while Mike was only 6 when Johnathan was born and the two were mostly kept close together. Both addoring Starla as their mother was usually out getting high or too drunk to give a shit what her kids did.

Johnathan grew up in the sunlight of California, he was loved and addored by his sibblings. His early and happy years revolved around them and everything they were up too. He knew he could always depend on them. For a long time he refered to Starla as Mom which upset his mother greatly but he wasn't often allowed near his mother as she would scream at him and tell him 'everything was his fault' He grew to resent his mother even at a horribly young age, which was why he stuck to his sibblings so close. When he turned five, his mother had had a set of twins who were now two years old and Starla started dating a man who became close to him and the sibblings. His mother showed clear jealousy over her daughter finding a loving and handsome man who cared about everyone but her. The man's name was Alex, he didn't hide his dislike for how Liz treated her children. He's the one that gave Johnathan his nickname, he brought the kids home snacks and such each time he'd come in, Johnathan would flip out and beg for the cola each time. Alex thought it was funny and just took to calling the boy Soda, Johnathan and his sibblings quickly feel into the habit till he expected to be called as such. When he turned six everything changed, one night Starla and Alex didn't come home from a date.

His older brothers went out looking Starla while he played in the park near the house with the twins, it was while walking them home walking past an alleyway that he noticed something felt wrong. He knew better then to walk into alleyways but something called him. His brothers had been coming to collect him and the girls when they saw him start in. His screams brought them quicker. Alex and Starla were in the back of the alleyway, Alex had been shot twice in the head and Starla was in a horrible state, if not for her star shaped pendant necklace none might not have recognized her. Little Soda was so scarred by what he saw that he spent the next six months silent. Liz was no help to her childern, it didn't take long before Jared was arrested for his gang activties leaving Mike and Soda to take care of the twins but this as well didn't last.

One night Liz came home messed up with three men in suits, she had a black eye and was sobbing as they had followed her in. She owed a great debt and they had come to collect. She had no money however, but what she had was children who were barely surviving. The men gave her a choice, she gets the money or something of equal value. She looked to the room where she knew her children hid and walked away bringing out Soda who was silent and leering at the men. He didn't like the feel of what was happening but he knew better then to run, Liz was not above abusing her childern. That night Liz's debt was cleared at the cost of her son. The men took Soda from his childhood home, all he got to take with him was the locket that had been on Starla and the clothes on his back. He never went home again.

The men took the child to a man named Al Caivano who had a son who was the same age as Soda, named Dante. WHen he asked the boy's name Soda wouldn't speak, the men told their boss the boy's name was Johnny. Soda glared and finally spoke with attitude telling them his name was Soda, that Johnny was no more. Al was so moved by a child coming off that cold that he saw great intrest in the boy. He put Soda into the same classes as his son Dante to make sure the boy would be sharp as a tack, but after classes he was sent to be tought by the old hitmen that worked for Al. The horrors of his childhood had left Soda with a bit stoic about things. He was hard to get a real reaction out of infront of people. As he grew this got worse, he never got the theorpy or help that would be needed to make him a happy person again so he learned to walk through the world wearing masks.

He had been blessed in his teen years with looks that could be changed by what he wore or how he styled his hair. He could look super classy or like pure trash with a change of clothes and a change of attutide. This made his job of hitman much easier, he could get close to targets without them knowing this boy was there to kill them. He comitted his first murder at 14 years old and progressively got more and more violent as the years came. When he turned 17 he started to paint stars on the walls near the body if time allowed it as a calling card. Al did not approve of this but by this point he was becoming frightened of how well the boy did his work with little complaint. Soda showed little respect for Al, it just wasn't something he cared to do unless others were around. It was Dante that had his unquestioning loyalty. Dante always treated him like a human instead of a monster like the rest of the family did.

Dante was worried about the path Soda was on. He showed little feeling when he wasn't wearing one of his masks, he was also spending any time he had in the company of women of looser morals, trying to fill the empty void in the pleasures of the flesh. Dante knew this was not a way to help, a few week before the invitation to New Dodge arrived Soda had broke down infront of Dante, he had been soaked in blood from a job that went bad. None of the blood was his but he had killed a child on accident. He always made it a point to not harm children, his childhood was fucked up enough without that. Dante seeing this type of emotion still possible from Soda saw great promise that his dear friend was not destined to wither away and die inside. He started speaking to Al about trying to get Soda some help which was quickly shot down since Al feared that Soda may tell the doctors about his job. Al and Dante's fear over Soda rose more when at dinner the night before the invite arrived he asked for promission to kill his mother. They had a strict rule to never speak business at the table, and this was something Al would not approve of. He knew the young man held resentment for his mother and his life but to kill one's parent was a sin even he could not approve of. He started to see what Dante was seeing. Soda was not right and he was getting worse.

As soon as the invite came Dante was pleased to convince his friend to go, hoping a life without murder and death might help him. Dressing it up like a mission he prayed his brother in arms might come back a better more healthy man.


Personality:Soda is frozen in time, the day he found his older sister dead he froze emotionally and has never fully come out of it. In fact it has only gotten worse as he's gotten older. He pushes a lot of people away from him becuase he doesn't want to feel anything. He doesn't want to belong to more then what he already does. He doesn't want people close to him becuase people close to him get very dead.

No one really gets to see the real side of the man inside of the cold features. Depending on who and what he wants from a person he will show them different sides that are not really him, for instance say your character is a lovely woman whose been hurt by someone. He will show a kind compassionate man who would do whatever he can to help, he will even smile it wont reach his eyes though. This face would be given to this person anytime they meet even if it's not the proper face for that moment, he's not the best with social cues sometimes. Now say you're playing a gambler, he'll roll up have a few drinks like he's actually old enough to be drinking and tell stories about his gambling days that never happened, he'll make himself seem like a friendly man to be able to use that gambler to help him if he ever needs it.

He doesn't always react the same to people, sometimes he messes it up lets the broken face show and when he does he quickly tries to get away unless he knows the person well enough to let them see the stoic man he is.

If he found a true bond, someone who he felt at ease with he would let down a few walls, much like he did with Dante, let someone know that his favorite song in the world is Heart of Glass by Blondie or that he actually likes cheap carbonated drinks more then the most expensive wines. Or that he always has his sisters locket hidden on him somewhere. These things people he's faking for will NEVER know, those he may find himself close too will have the pleasure of seeing.

He accepted the offer to come to New Dodge at the urging of Dante, for a chance to start over and maybe become a new person. Though he mostly thinks he is there to spy for the family.

Why do you think your character would work in this setting? Soda is a character that may have been made originality for a mafia setting but I've moved him through quite a few. He's a hard working person despite his stoic/fake nature. He doesn't blink a lot at strange powers as in his world a few of those in the underworld he walks have strong powers. He himself doesn't know he's got a great power sleeping within him but even if he did he'd likely not really use it unless he had too. He'd rather use his own skills to get by.

I would love the chance to play him outside of mafia/overly power played setting, see how he bounces off people who don't have horribly high expectations of him and with nothing to keep him motivated but the job itself. It seems like a fun challange. One I want to rise too.

Samples:

Third-Person Sample: "Dante, what do you think?" Soda asked quietly. He was perched on his boss' desk watching the younger mafiosa in training to be the next Don reading over the letter that had come for Soda. The two had grown up like brothers, granted they were treated vastly different Dante praised and Soda pushed. Dante to be the heir and Soda to be the assassin. Soda had taken to the life very quickly but Dante had always wanted better for him, if his father had allowed it he would have set Soda free and had him placed in a mental facility for awhile to try and 'fix him'.

"Space colony, I don't know Soda. This is big. Mighty big. Six months away and Father might get upset but as far as I go. I say do it, however you had best keep in contact if you can." Dante spoke as he folded the letter back and held it out to Soda. "Here is what you shall do my brother." He spoke calmly as he sat back. "Go to this place, study it and if you see fit take people out but don't make yourself known to these people as who you are. You are not an assassin these next few months. You're just a gentlemen looking for a new start. Can you do this for me?"

Soda nodded calmly as he tucked away the letter inside of his coat. "You have a great many skills that can be used for this. Go to New Dodge and study these people, learn as much as you can and bring it all back to me." Dante leaned down to open a desk drawer pulling out an empty leather journal. "Write daily if you can but write anything of interest If you fill this before you return home find a way to mail it. And no details on your sex life if you get one. Spare me that. No go get prepared to leave and call me before you depart."

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Standing silently outside of an apartment building watching a single lit window high above him. He was leaning against the car Dante had sent, he had less then an hour before he had to be at the airport and yet he couldn't leave earth without visiting here.

It was his childhood home, he knew his mother was likely coked out upstairs. If any of his siblings were still alive or living there were likely in no better shape then her and yet he couldn't fully hate her. He did but not fully. She had given him life, and though those first six years were nothing but pain when she was actually home it was the memories of his older siblings Starla, Jarod and Alexander that had made his few years with his family okay. He could remember the day they found Starla dead as clear as any, her throat slit in an alleyway just down the street. He had been too young to find a body much less that of the woman he idolized. Soon after Jarod was arrested for gang violence as far as he knew his big brother was still rotting in the can.

Alex though, Alex he knew nothing about anymore. It was like he disappered off the face of the earth. He could also recall the heart broken look on ALex's face when Big Al, Dante's father had stepped into their shitty apartment and motioned to him telling his men to grab the blonde child. He would do. His mother had sold him to pay off her drug debts. As far as she was concerned her youngest son had never been born.

"Mr. Andioli. You're flight departs soon." The voice spoke from behind him as he pushed off the side of the car and turned to open the door. This was his part and he was about to head into his future.

"No need to wait, lets go." He grumbled as he settled in the back and the car drove away from his former life.

First-Person Sample:
Well, isn't this a bit of shit. [ The voice speaking had a strange bit of a Californian surfer accent.] I was thinking this was going to be a bit better then you know a shit hole in space. If I wanted to be in a place like this I could have just stayed where the fuck I was.

[ Despite the cursing he didn't sound angry or bother more just unmoved by it.] My job back home was better then what their talking about here. Well I guess there isn't much of a choice for now, this six months better go by fucking fast. That's all I have to say on the matter now.

Anyone feel like telling me their names and the like? I'm Soda Andioli, yeah a stupid name you're thinking. Well deal with it, my parents were hippies. [ He liked lying about his family it made it easier.] Well, yeah let's get with the sharing shall we?



Bringing with
A medium sized gym bag containing
- One suit
- Two pairs of jeans
- Three t-shirts (Powerman 5000, plain black, and a dragon)
- 6 pairs of Socks
- 5 pairs boxers
- A straight blade razor with a can of shaving cream.
- One bottle of Aftershave.
- Two sticks of deodorant. (Axe Pheonix and a scentless)
- One 5 subject notebook and a pack of pens.
- One leather bound journal (See sample)
- Box of condoms
- Copy of Fight Club (Book)
- 3 carton of Marlboro Blacks.
- 1 Zippo with can of lighter fluid
- 2 switch blade knives.
- A half eaten box of cheez-its
- Large pack of chewing gum, double mint flavor.
- Mini flashlight with a pack of triple A batteries
- large pack of hair bands.