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I'm not really Jonathan Rhys-Meyers.
This is used for role-playing.

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Name: Jonathan Rhys-Meyers (Jonathan O'Keeffe)
Known For: His acting.
Clan: Brujah
Live Journal: JonoBitesBack
Screen Name: JonoBitesBack
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Brief Character Summary: Though Jonathan always grew up in a more violent scene, when he was sired his view on violence became much greater, and his limits on how much to use at a time not far from murder. He grew up in a foster home in Dublin, Ireland. He'd always pick fights with the other boys, end up beating them to shit, and get locked in his room for a couple of hours to a day, depending on how extreme he got with 'brothers' (and by extreme you can just picture Jonathan slamming chairs on his fellows heads and throwing them about the room), and though his keepers always told him it was the worst thing he could do. It was actually the very thing that got him out of the home, having gotten adopted by the owner of an underground wrestling club, he was taken and put straight into training. His training lasted just long enough for him to get some muscle and learn how to hit accurately, then he was entered in matches. He went years doing this, and was the top of his game, never lost a match! Until the fateful night he was taken on by a Kindred. The Brujah nearly killed him, purposely as well, but after the match while a few employee's of the place he'd been fighting attempted to clean his wounds, he dragged him from the bar and out the streets. Out in the alleyway next to the club was where Johnny was embraced, The Kindred having told him he could stop him from hurting, Johnny obliged, and though his sire was executed later for endangering the Masquerade with the cage match. He was turned, and has lived since then struggling not to kill everything in his path, and still takes part in cage matches every now and again. Making his name as the infamous 'Rogue' in the eyes of the underground wrestling fans.
Sample Role-Play: Johnny made his way up the street with a cigarette in his mouth, smoke flowing evenly from every side as it drifted away into the vivid night sky. He didn't need it, of course, a Kindred couldn't feel addiction, but the smoke traveling in and out of his stilled organs was a magnificent feeling all in about itself. He inhaled, slipping the paper thin stick from his lips and exhaling as he turned, watching every small house pass him by. Often he wondered if he were moving.. Or if his feet moving simply turned the world.. Though most said that was just his ego catching up with him.

He flicked his ashes and stopped as he reached a certain driveway. The lights of the house were off, no cars infront of him, the mailbox door left open, hanging daintily on it's rusted hinges.. He could hear the distant click-clatter of a grandfather clock, the smooth tones following from a white noise machine.. though that he could tell was coming from down the street, as no kine could be sensed from inside the building before him, and what did this mean? He had a place to hide until morning.

He wouldn't just go in because the family was gone, oh no, because they'd come back eventually, and then he'd have to clear out as fast as possible, and as he was looking for a place to shield himself from Loucetios, he'd meet final death on his way out the door way. So this had taken careful planning. Jonathan had been watching this family for weeks, documenting their movements, following them, listening to their conversations, and now that it was all said and done. He had a home, for a week a least. In his opinion, the work paid off.
Found At: Jared Leto-Face

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