NAME: “Honest” John Worthington HOMETOWN: Unknown OCCUPATION: Advisor YOUR WISH: to Have A Higher
NAME: “Honest” John Worthington HOMETOWN: Unknown OCCUPATION: Advisor YOUR WISH: to have a higher station in life WHAT YOU GAVE UP: Childhood Memories YOUR UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCE: Can No Longer Lie LOYALIST/REBEL/OTHER: Spy
BIOGRAPHY: John doesn’t know much about growing up because he gave those memories away. What he does remember is growing up poor and alone, the people that watched him treated him poorly, and he always felt like he deserved more than the hand he was dealt.
When it was time for his wish, he wished to be above it all, to have an ear in all the meetings, to be at the right hand of the nobles. Which he got with the lovely consequence of losing his ability to lie. It was a good thing that John knew how to twist his words.
Now an advisor for a noblewoman in Rosas, John spends most of his days around the castle and the other nobility that comes through the city, which gives him all the information he could need to sell off to the highest bidder. The annoying thing is, though, that Amelia somehow never seems to listen to his advice or intel. Sure, he’s passing along faulty information but she shouldn’t know that. But being what his position is, he’s often closer to combat and trouble than he’d like. After being saved by a knight during a small and random attack, John felt indebted to her. And learning she couldn’t defend herself due to the consequences of her own wish, John decided to make a deal—she could be his guard, that way she always had a specific person inside the castle that she was defending. He’d protect her back in whatever ways he could, but John wasn’t much for fighting.
Between his deal with Judy and his position with Amelia, John finds himself in a predicament of having developed genuine care for both of them. He doesn’t tell the other how close he is with one, and he doesn’t mean to lead them on, but it’s hard to choose. So for now, he hasn’t. We’ll see how that goes for him.
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John was always good at sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Whether it be for gossip or out of curiosity, he often found himself looking at people a little too long or listening in a little too close.
When he saw the stranger standing at the side of the street, though, it wasn't curiosity or a sense of a story that drew his attention. It was the state of him. A confused look, a backpack, and clothes that seemed a little less like a preferred choice and more something that was easy to get and comfortable enough to wear.
He didn't seem strange to John, he felt achingly familiar. It wasn't Swynlake for John, but some other small town in the middle of nowhere. A backpack with things given to him in the A&E and clothes they'd given him too. And a pure sense of uncertainty as he'd faced a world he'd never seen before.
"Hey, you alright, mate?" John asked, strolling up casually but gripping his cane a little tighter. "These streets can be a little confusing when you first come to town, is there anywhere specific you're trying to get?"
@stiles626
A Strange Stranger | Open
She did about what he'd expected and told him she was busy anyway. He just sat and waited, staring at her, being an annoying presence. She was stubborn, but so was he.
"Well," he started, leaning forward when she finally looked up, like she hadn't sounded like the most annoyed person in the world, like she was actually invested in this conversation, "I've been thinking, you know, things are getting a little... heated around town. They've been that way for a while now, if you know what I mean." He paused, waiting for any kind of reaction.
"And because of all that," he continued regardless of her reaction, "I was thinking what better way to take the heat off than by doing something cool." once again, an expectant pause. "And what's cooler than doing something publicly helpful for your community?" A lot of things, actually, and he knew that.
"It can honestly be anything, I won't be picky about that, just something to, you know--just in case anything were to happen--make it so when people hear your name they think 'oh, Angel? we love Angel, she would never be involved in any fiery, murdery crimes.'"
@angel-milano
Putting Your Best Paw Forward || Johngel
Something John had always been good at was listening to conversations that didn't concern him. He loved some gossip, he loved some drama, and as soon as he heard the woman talking to herself trying to work something out, he was hooked and invested and needed the whole story. Because to hear 'in my defense ya're kinda annoyin'' was the best response for an apology he'd ever heard and was immediately obsessed.
And how lucky he was to get offered a seat at her table as he walked nearer. John happily sat with his tea, leaning an elbow on the table. "Thanks for the seat. Couldn't help but hear some of that rambling--sounds like you've got a lot on your mind. Sometimes it's tricky to find the right words to say to someone you don't like," he said, "but, lucky for you, it's my job to make people like other people, so maybe I could help ya out?" He glanced at her page and saw more scratches than words on it--definitely seemed like she could use some help.
"So, what happened, if you don't mind my asking?" It must've been something good if she had to write an apology letter.
@pepper-doyle
How To Apologize | Open
John wasn't built for the sorts of missions that put him in harms way. Not to say he hadn't gotten his hands dirty before on behalf of the group or his own personal vendettas, but he wasn't much of a fighter. He wasn't fast enough at escaping--in person form--and he just did better when his weapon of choice was words.
He'd spun a tale or two, covered many a covert crime, played his part very well. He liked doing it too. So it wasn't a surprise when Karen came around for a meeting.
"Hey, Karen," John greeted with a grin, returning the hug. "Honestly only a matter of time, right? You lot cause the loudest commotions, I'm surprised I didn't get shipped off here sooner." He joked. He spent most of his time in London, some in Amsterdam, he'd been to the America's a few times for one reason or another. Usually cities with much higher populations.
"I take it this is more than just a friendly catch-up though," he inquired, tilting his head. "So what've you got for me?"
@into-the-voyd
The PR Game || Voydfellow
"Yeah, words can be difficult," he nodded along, already coming up with a few ways she could start her letter.
His eyebrows rose and he did his best to stifle his excitement. Oh, this was a good story, this was a fun time. "What a bitch, that's crazy!" John said like they'd been friends for years. He didn't even know her name yet. "Of course he did, what is it with guys doing that?" he shook his head.
"You're apologizing to her, yes? Because don't apologize to him--he needs to apologize to you," he said.
"For her, I would definitely start with something like, 'I need to address my actions the other day.' Don't start it with sorry because she won't listen to anything you have to say after that. Go over what you did, like, 'as you know, I got carried away and let my emotions get the better of me', because that sounds nicer than saying 'you pissed me off.' Follow it up with something like, 'that was immature and uncouth of me.' Then offer your 'sincerest apologies' and say that it was wrong of you to lash out and you'll do better in the future." he shrugged. "It's annoying but you're not technically admitting you were in the wrong or anything, and she gets to hear you say sorry. It's a win-win. And an extra win if your boyfriend hears about how kind and mature you were for writing an apology letter."
@pepper-doyle
How To Apologize | Open
Putting Your Best Paw Forward || Johngel
Unfortunately she was charming. Her little smile and blush. He knew he couldn't get too close, but having a beat on what the law knew was good. This could be a benefit in the long run, really. Especially for redirection.
"You made it look easy, though-- I know I'd be dragging myself across the floor if you stuck me in something like that," he replied.
He studied her quickly in return, a bit of a grin on his face. "I know what you mean, this town is certainly unlike any I've been to before," said John. "And I have to admit, as much as I enjoyed knowing that version of you, I think I'd prefer getting to know more about this you."
@officer-judy-moon
Hey Stranger || Fox Hop
"Hm, alright, I'll keep that in mind. Don't usually read sad books, but a change of pace is sometimes good," he said, watching her. She had a sadness to her, one that was almost palpable. "If I'm honest, I don't do a whole bunch of reading. Maybe I should change that. Any suggestions?" hopefully not something super depressing? He was trying to steer her away from that but who knew if it would be successful.
@wintersselene
Chapter Three | OPEN
John wove his way through the crowd at Pixie's, smiling to some familiar faces until he found the one he was looking for. She was seated by herself for now, which was good. Gave him time to slide in and have a quick chat with her. He knew most people here were just relaxing, but hey, he had a job to do, it's not his fault people often don't love it when you tell them their public image is terrible and that needs to be fixed.
"Heeyy, Angel," he greeted her with a grin as he took a seat nearby. "Wanted to have a quick chat with you and then you're free to enjoy your night, yeah?" it was a long time coming, in his opinion. "You're not busy, are you?" John wasn't asking that to be polite, but rather because she very clearly wasn't busy.
@angel-milano
