Keyman, John

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CASE FILE: Chimerae

Take life for a joy ride
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FULL NAME:
→ John Keyman

AGE:
→ 26

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ North City, Amestria
RACE/SPECIES:
→ Drachman. Combined with a Alligator.

GENERATION:
→ Generation 3

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ September 23, 1985

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HEIGHT:
→ 6'1"

WEIGHT:
→ 170 lbs.

PICTURE:
→

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DESCRIPTION:
→ A passerby would notice that John Keyman is ugly, but only upon stopping and looking at his face for a moment would one notice that he seems uglier than average. His deep set brown eyes contrast his large nose. His black hair is always tussled and matted. Pits and scars cover his face from years of missions, both legal and illegal. If one gets him to smile, one is greeted by crooked, yellow teeth and breath that could evacuate a room. The voice that accompanies that breath is a deep yet polite tone, that people often say is counter-intuitively calming, at least compared to the rest of John.

Keyman would be considered average height, with muscles to match. Often times the muscles are not readily apparent because of his he dresses. All of his clothing is at least one size to big for him, which allows him to transform without ripping all of it off and giving passerby's an unwanted show. He wears a baggy grey t-shirt under a think brown jacket that is covered in pockets, yet is almost always empty, to help make transformations easier. He wears husky sized parachute pants at all times and a stretchy belt keeps them on when he is in human form. His clothing is colored with various stains since he has very little time or care for hygiene.

When John walks, people move out of the way. He is often avoided due to a combination of his poor demeanor and that fact that he walks like a mad man, quickly pushing his way through crowds, always looking around, and curb stomping anyone who gets in his way.

When John is transforming, he actually manages to get uglier. This is mostly because his skin becomes the scaly green mess of an alligator hide, but also because his face elongates to make an aligator's jaw and his pupils narrow and become golden. His hands and feet elongate and instead of fingers and toes, claws appear. He is bipedal and tones, with muscles clearly visible under his now not-so-baggy clothing. A thick tail also grows out of his lower back, and serves as the closest thing he has to a "special ability" while in chimera form. His tail is a thick mass of muscles that can crack concrete walls and shatter bones.

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PERSONALITY:
→ John Keyman is a self conscious, mean, illiterate, and introverted man with serious anger issues. He would best be described as the perfect thug, given his general mannerisms and predisposition towards violence. That predisposition is the result of an upbringing plagued by ignorant parents and harsh social environments. As a child he was picked on for being small, so one day he started to fight back, and he realized that he liked it. He began to pick fights for no reason, other than to have an excuse to beat up the other kids. By the time he was reaching puberty, the had even dropped the pretense of baiting others into fights, and had begun to just attack whenever he felt like it.

Drachman my have been his first language, but sarcasm is the one he is truly fluent in. He often uses it and when combined with his deep and soothing voice, it can be a powerful concoction. His manipulative aspects are what defines his cognitive processes. Few things give him greater joy than to get people to hurt each other, without him having to lift a finger. Although his stature and build make it easy to intimidate others as well, and he enjoys that just as much.

A lack of morals leads him to be impulsive. He often finds himself diving head first into dangerous situations, and instead of backing off and thinking it through, he decides to honk the horn and "take life for a joy ride" as he says. He does not have the ability to be a criminal mastermind or even a higher ranking thug, and a sense of resentment born out of that fact dominates his life. He feels wronged by society as a whole and embraces that fact, using it to justify his crimes.

By far, the most disturbing thing about John is his laugh, which is often found during moments that most other would reserve for tears and begging for mercy. He finds it delightful when he finds himself in a position that seems to have no way out, because that means he can usually begin to carve one, leaving blood and flesh in his wake.

Counter-intuitively, he does find himself with acquaintances sometimes. Often times it is people who are just as lost and despicable as he is, but occasionally, he does find himself making friends with someone who is nearly completely different from him. A strong bond can form from this type of relationship for him, and these people he will defend without a second's hesitation. He has a small soft spot for families as well, with several people having gotten away from him because they pleaded on behalf of their family.

LOVE:
→ Hold ups, fighting, beautiful women, scaring people, good families, tea, cars, crazy people.

HATE:
→ Abusive families, mirrors, other chimerae, police/military, the wilderness, philanthropists, optimists, people who think they're "bad".

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ He had a fiance for a few months, but then she left him.

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HISTORY:
→ This stick up was going unusually well. John felt like maybe the knife he was holding was unnecessary. The well kept blonde Amestrain was handing over his wallet without so much as a quivering lip, and his hands hadn't even moved after he had been told to place them on his head. This was all fine, and John didn't have the slightest problem with it. It seemed like every third person these days had taken a two-bit self defense class and just had to fight back. Sure, at first it was nice to smack down some people once they threw the first punch, but you can only beat up so many middle aged men before you get bored. Plus today, John really needed to money. He hadn't eaten for a few days and was behind on his rent, two things that always put him in a bad mood. John sniffed and opened the wallet to peak into it, and that's when all hell broke loose.

As soon as his eyes were off the man, he heard a rumble as a stone hand came out of the wall of the alley way, knocking him right in the chest. He was flung to the opposite wall where he caught a glimpse of the man's hands, which were now de-gloved and bore shiny black tattoos on his hands, alchemy circles. John sputtered, "Oh son of a b-" before another stone hand uppercutted him, sending him flying back. John felt his whole body give way as it hit the ground, and he released a pained sigh. The alchemist stepped forward and picked up his wallet. John heard him mutter something about good test subjects before a third stone fist came out and hit him in the skull, knocking him out.

When he came to, his skull was pounding. It felt like he had been hit by a ton of bricks, which upon careful consideration, seemed like an apt description of what had just happened. After a few more seconds of laying on the cold metal ground, he got up ad checked out his surroundings. He appeared to be in a metal cage stuck in the corner of an alchemists laboratory. He could tell from the transmutation circles that covered the floor and ceilings. He'd been in one just like it several years back, and it brought an eerie feeling of uneasiness back to him. He found himself thinking about how an alchemist working for the now defunct crime lord Zemin Dao had created several chimerae to pay off a debt that was owed. John had been the most successful of the bunch, having been melded with an aligator to make a true generation 3 chimera.

Eventually, the alchemist returned, this time bringing in what looked like a dog with him. John noted the blonde hair and golden eyes and called out in Amerstrian, "Hey, you, buddy, I'm gonna kill you." The alchemist did not even glance over.

"Yeah man, you're barking up the wrong tree. I'm a bad person to mess with, I tell ya. I'm mean." This time the alchemist walked over to a table in the far corner of the room and picked up a syringe and a knife. The alchemist spoke in a cold and distant tone "Would you like to know what I am about to do to you?"

John smiled, "Oh yeah, tell me. I care deeply and profoundly."

The alchemist scoffed, "The sarcasm is not appreciated. Of course, it won't be a problem once I harvest your organs. Won't that be nice? Not having organs." Then the alchemist started moving towards John, crossing his own transmutation circle and eventually coming to the cage. That's when he tried to stick John with the syringe. John changed, probably the quickest transformation he had ever done. It hurt, a lot, but after he had snapped the alchemists neck and killed the dog, he felt better.

These kinds of things happened to John irregularly, but with a disturbing frequency. His parents had been ok, not good enough to keep him out of trouble, but good enough to keep him from killing until he moved out when he was 16. By the time he was 17, he had fallen in with a gang, and when that gang was destroyed, he joined another one. He went where ever the money was good and the women were cheap, and he felt no regrets about his life.

On the eve of his 22nd birthday, he was approached by his employer, Zemin Dao, to undergo a procedure that would make him stronger, at the cost of his humanity. John didn't even hesitate. He was combined with an alligator and made into a top thug for Dao's operation. When, a couple of years later, another crime lord offered John a wad of cash for Dao's death, he took it and did the job.

It was around this time that John found himself making friends at the local bars. People seemed enchanted by his pure ugliness and utter bluntness. He even became engaged to a girl who refused to let him make it public, so that when she left him a few months later, he was devastated and alone. The next few years were marked with him doing odd jobs. He continues to this day to believe the world is his to wreck. He is an anger fueled nightmare to anyone who gets on his bad side.

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TRIVIA:
→ John has serious issues with attacking first, questions later.
→ Amestrian Drachman

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ALIAS:
→ John Keyman

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ First Character!

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
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CUSTOM RANK:
→ Mercenary Thug.

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