







St. John
Full Name: St. John Henry Cavanaugh
Referred to as: St. John (pronounced "Sinjin"), or simply Sinj
Age: 47
Height: 5’ 11
Weight: 166
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Black
Fur Colour: Grey, white on chest, muzzle, lower arms and legs
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Grey wolf
Occupation: Artist, street fighter, former hobo
Religion: Borsite
Personality Traits: Sullen and down to earth, can be overly sarcastic at
times
Distinguishing Features: Two earrings in his left ear
Friends: Bors Fortinbras, Ute Blasendorf, Sabine Blasendorf, Christina
MacIntyre, Morgan Frontenac
Enemies: Jared Orkney, Ralf Bethlehem, Kumiko Nishigawa
Girlfriend status: Christina MacIntyre
Kin: Katherine Cavanaugh – mother (deceased), Jared Orkney – half
brother
Brief History:
Katherine Cavanaugh was a troubled youth. She always seemed to fall into
the wrong crowd. She would party constantly, aggravating her parents to
no end. She wasn’t sure how, probably during a drunken party, she got
herself pregnant. She was too scared to tell her parents, so she ran away
from home. She gave birth to St. John in an alleyway, using whatever cloth she could find to
wrap up her baby. Katherine did whatever she could to get money to feed
herself and St. John, but it was very difficult for both of them living on
the streets. When St.
John was old
enough, he learned to pickpocket. Things went on like this for him and
his mother for a decade.
Then one day, when St.
John was 10 years
old, he woke up in the box he was living in to find that his mother was
gone. All he found was a piece of cardboard on the ground with “I’m
sorry” written on it. St. John
burst into tears and just sat in the alley, praying that all of this was just a
nightmare. He was scared, but after a while, he collected himself and
decided the best course of action was to leave Bedford. He set his sights on the metropolis of Thalland
City. He stowed away on a plane and left his old life
in Bedford forever.
He found Thalland City harsher than he expected. He lived in the slums,
which were infested with gang warfare. He found a home in a crack house
in the slums of Thalland City. He began smoking weed at the age of 13, but never
did anything more serious than that. One day, while high, St. John felt like doodling. He found a pencil and just
started drawing on the walls of the crack house. When his high ended, he
looked at what he did. He was impressed with his own work and decided to
do that kind of thing for a living. He would steal whatever supplies he
needed and became quite the artist. When he wasn’t sketching, painting or
sculpting, he would hone his fighting ability, knowing that he would require
the ability to defend himself. He taught himself as well as he could,
considering. His skills were a force to be reckoned with, but paled in
comparison to professionals. He would sell his works for money, but much
of that money went to the others in his house for drugs. St. John was a
little pissed off because he felt that the money could go to more useful purposes,
but needed the house as a place to live. He lived there until the age of
20, when something terrible happened.
One of the crack house’s occupants got involved with a street gang over some
heroin. The gang wanted their money for the drugs, and took it out of the
house. After a thorough “cleansing” that, in St. John’s mind lasted
forever, he found himself the only survivor, having hid in a secret area where
he kept his art and his drug stash.
St. John, once again, was forced to wander the streets of Thalland City, lonely
and broken. For a few months, he lived in alleyways and ate whatever
edible trash he could get. That is however, until the day he met the
Blasendorfs.
Sabine and Ute met St. John on very good terms. They were all in the same
predicament; they were hungry and tired, as he was, but they didn’t know how to
survive on the streets. St. John took them under his wing, so to speak,
and taught them what he could. To their fortune, they found an abandoned
building where they could live. Under Sabine’s leadership, they set to
work fixing the place up with whatever tools and supplies they could
steal. Soon, they had a home they could sleep comfortably in. It
had only been a couple of weeks before another woman would come into St. John’s life…
St. John was waiting for a bus in downtown Thalland
City one day, when he heard some shouting from a nearby
tavern. He investigated, finding a young woman being assaulted by a bunch
of drunkards. St.
John tried using
his eloquent voice to diffuse the situation, but one of them rushed him with a
knife. St. John easily dodged the attack and broke his nose with a right
hook. With that, the others scattered. He helped the woman
up. She appeared to be all right, just a few bumps and bruises. He looked
into her eyes and he felt something strange inside him. He felt that he
was in love. She introduced herself as Christina MacIntyre. St. John felt nervous and managed to stammer out his own
name. He could tell from her accent that she was from Cumberland, the lands to the north of Welland. He asked if he could escort her home. She
told him that all she had was in her bag. St. John took her back to his own home, where she was kindly
received by Sabine, and Ute eventually.
He wanted her to know that she could trust him, so he told her much about
himself, to try to break the ice. After the dinner, St. John drew a bath for her and left himself to wrestle with his
feelings. He sat on his bed, deep in thought, listening to Christina
humming to herself in the bathroom. He knew he felt attracted to her, but
he wanted to know how she felt. She finally came out into his room,
wearing only a towel. He offered her his bed and got up to sleep on the
sofa. She stopped him and pushed him back on the bed gently. She
took off her towel and kissed St. John. He was taken by surprise and pulled his head
back. Christina looked away, dejected. St. John now knew how she felt, and kissed her back. It
didn’t take long for Christina to shed St. John of his virginity…
For St. John, this was the happiest time of his life. He
resumed his painting, Christina being his subject for the most part.
Bors’ arrival astounded St.
John, as well as
his religion. He felt that Bors’ dogma had quite a bit of truth to it,
and believed that he found his faith. When Azmodan came, it was his love
and his faith that carried him through.
Over the years, St.
John and
Christina’s relationship grew stronger. They took the Lover’s Oath, which
is pretty much like marriage in the Borsite religion.
With Sabine returning to Ruferus and Bors living with them, St. John has taken the opportunity to learn from Bors the art of
playing the guitar, an interest that he has recently taken to. While he
hasn’t Bors’ immense talent, Bors has noted that St. John learns very quickly.
But now, with the rise of the demons, St. John’s past has now come back to haunt him. Their
leader, Jared Orkney, revealed himself as St. John’s half-brother. He explained to St. John that during the first demon war, Azmodan captured their
mother, Katherine Cavanaugh, and made her his sex-slave. The demon lord
raped her brutally every day, the result being the half-Fur, half-demon whom
Azmodan named Jared. Azmodan then killed Katherine and took the child as
his own. Jared now hates St. John and his cohorts for what they did to his father.
Now, St. John finds himself in a war that he has personal stakes in…
Habits: Drinks on occasion, but doesn’t smoke weed anymore
Date of birth: February 16, 1957 (Gregorian calendar)
Place of birth: Bedford, Welland
Background Nationality: British, Irish (thick British accent)
Abilities: Street-smarts and excellent diplomatic skills, ample street
fighter
Weapons: Brass knuckles (uses guns when he can get one)
Likes: Painting, his girlfriend
Dislikes: those who insult his girlfriend, his art, or his accent,
riding on Christina’s bike
Favourite bands: Oasis, The Who, Group X
Quote: “Everything on these streets has eyes, ears and a voice. It
takes the right words and actions to survive.”
Date of Creation: April 2003
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