Skully

John Sully

Red | 18 | Central Time (US) | N/A

NICKNAME Skully

GENDER Male

AGE 32

SEXUALITY Bisexual

MAIN ELEMENT: Fire


APPEARANCE Skully is an average sized man. He stands at 5 feet and 10 inches. While not super muscular, he's still got some thickness and tone. He's a white male with brown hair and hazel eyes, but his face is never seen. He always wears a black motorcycle helmet, even in private unless the lock is good enough. He also always wears a thick leather jacket with matching pants. His shoes are laced ankle boots, leather as well, and have the tops tucked underneath his pants. Under the jacket he wears a black turtleneck. He wears gloves as well when he's working or out and about, but they are taken off more often than anything. His knuckles are stained white with scars, and they hint at more scars on other parts of his body.


He takes great care of his clothes to avoid them getting worn as much as possible, but there's still a pretty good amount of weariness to them. Worn enough that when he moves, he's almost completely silent if he tries. He's had years of practice with stealth, and can move easily while being quiet.


His weapon of choice is a butterfly knife, but he can work with switchblades just as well. Large weapons are difficult for him, so he avoids them if possible.


LOCATION The city outskirts


PERSONALITY He's very social. He can get along with almost anyone, and has a very open personality. This doesn't mean he tells people about himself, but he'll talk about (and do) anything and everything once he's found his niche. He loves music and dancing and knows how to play a few instruments. He wasn't a good singer before everything happened, but the helmet masks his unskilled vocals and people can't even tell! So he'll sing sometimes too.


He doesn't talk until a certain point, which varies from situtation to situation. Most of the time, it takes a few weeks before he speaks to people after meeting them. It's not that he has secrets, but it's the best way to keep his distance in case something happens. It also keeps from saying stupid things to make people want to kill him. He's mastered communicating with hand motions and even knows a little bit of sign language, although he isn't fluent. When he does start to speak, it's hard to understand him since his voice is muffled by the helmet. Once someone is used to decoding what he's saying, it gets easier. He's very used to repeating himself and doesn't get easily annoyed with people.


When it comes down to it, however, Skully is a skilled and ruthless killer. He doesn't mess around with torturing people, he just gets the job done quickly and painlessly, if possible. Alliances are something worth nothing, he learned a long time ago, and so he's hardly swayed by his affiliation with someone if he has to kill them. He doesn't kill without reason, but if feeling somewhat threatened seems like a good enough reason, well, he'll take it. He's not invincible in a fight, and can definitely be beat, but his survival instincts have at least worked well enough to get him out of every situation this far. Maybe his luck will run out, eventually.


HISTORY Skully was born in Los Angeles, California. His parents were divorced, but it was like having the best of both worlds. Like his dad once said, John had good parents because they only had to be parents for a few days each week. He was fine with that. His older brother was bitter, but John and his brother weren't close anyway. His brother Sean was 9 years older and had experienced the nuclear family far longer than John. Once Sean got his own place, he stopped keeping in contact with their family and really, John had no problem with that. But John got tired of the life he had in LA, so he chose a college out of state. Virginia State was his choice. There was something about the east coast that seemed like another whole half to the American experience to the west coast. How crazy would it be to be able to drive for two hours and have been in at least three different states anyway?


As a college student, he got to see everything. Getting wasted was awesome, and the weed wasn't bad, although Cali weed was better he thought. He'd gone to class with a hangover too many times to count... Thank God he didn't take the 8 AM class. Once, he even saw a guy get hit by a car, which while it was kind of traumatic, it was kind of awesome too. But his college experience was cut short when the weather and the earth exacted their revenge on humanity. He was lucky to survive, and to this day those first few weeks are all a blur and he can only recall a few key things happening. His friend getting crushed by a car when the ground rose and opened up, pushing the vehicle over. Watching a telephone pole fall and impale someone so badly they were nearly chopped in two.


Eventually, even the government couldn't keep up with the chaos and a new law rose up. Several, actually. Factions formed, and it was almost like the time of kings and warriors had come again. Or apolcalyptic mafias, if one preferred that way of thinking. John's charisma played a large part in getting him in good with one of the big guys. They became friends of a sort, but John was always a hired hand before he was a friend. At least that's how his boss liked things. Having friends was dangerous in a society like this one, afterall. Skully, as he was known as now, wasn't really part of this society, as he too liked distance. He didn't want to associate directly with any of the clans, but to be more of a mercenary type. His allegiance stood with whomever offered the sweeter deal, but his friend of sorts liked to keep him around on his side. He was treated well, but the jobs were tough. Killing, assassinating. He should have been dead at least 30 times over, but John always seemed to have luck on his side.


One day though, his own boss was assassinated by someone just like him. A woman. She came with a group, and they offered him a place. He accepted now that his only reason for staying was gone, and traveled with them. They didn't last very long however, as the weather got especially bad right after that and killed most of them. The rest separated, and Skully continued his job as a mercenary, killing to keep his own life secure, on his own and in heavily populated areas. He's experienced just about all of it.