* *Name: Jóhann

* *Gender: Male

* *Appearance (include eye/skin/hair colour): Being small and pixie-like is fitting for Jóhann; he was never exactly a monstrous man, so suddenly finding himself to be a little shorter and smaller isn't too disconcerting for him (then again, there's the question of whether or not he's actually aware enough to realize that he's changed physically, but we'll get to that later.) Jóhann has blond hair and bright, inquisitive blue eyes. He's quite pale and was blessed with clear skin and a good complexion. He's always been a skinny little guy, the sort of person whose appearance causes a general "my god man, eat a hamburger! No, actually, eat three hamburgers!" sort of reaction. He's very rarely seen without a smile on his face; he likes to smile, you see, because he thinks that it makes the world just a little bit brighter.

When it comes to fashion sense--well, Jóhann's pretty typical. T-shirts and jeans for the most part, although he also has a wide collection of scarves and a bit of a fascination with things that sparkle. Oh, and he wears make-up. Just eyeliner, though.

* *Defects (only required if the character has any): There is something very wrong inside Jóhann's head. To say that he is "mad" doesn't seem to describe it accurately, because the word 'mad' calls to mind mass murderers and psychopaths, neither of which Jóhann is. He's more like the sort of person you'd expect to see skipping down the street handing out flowers to total strangers, although in moments of mental clarity he can actually become utterly frightening.
He also has oral, visual, and tactile hallucinations. Of course, poor Jóhann doesn't actually know that he's hallucinating, and as such often has long conversations with the people he sees.
For the sake of simplicity, it might just be wise to say that Jóhann is simply insane. Just not in the dangerous way.

* Age: 21

* Personality: He's a very sweet person. Given the chance to, he'll talk to just about anyone, although talking to Jóhann can be something of an interesting experience: firstly because even when he's paying attention his speech patterns can be a little disjointed and strange, and secondly because at any given moment he might stop talking to you and start talking to someone you can't see. That's not to say that it's impossible to carry out a proper conversation with him...just that talking to him might be a little disconcerting when you're not used to the way his mind works. However, once you do manage to see the pattern of his thoughts, it becomes easy to see why he has a tendency to draw people to him like moths to a flame: he's a very outgoing person and he seems to have made it his personal mission in life to keep everyone around him smiling for as long as possible.
Jóhann does have his days of near clarity, when the fog inside his head clears enough for him to see just how far down the rabbit hole he's really fallen. On those days he tends to be a lot more melancholic and sad then he normally is. And then there are the moments when he really achieves clarity--true clarity, where there isn't a single mental barrier seperating the real him from the world. God help you if you witness one of those, because they can be truly terrifying.

* History: Jóhann has no desire to share this. It's the mention of his history (or anything related to it) that brings on those moments of true clarity. However, the sample post will give some extrordinarily vague details. xP

Anything else you wish to include: Trading in my coin for a female barn owl named Skuld, please!

* *Your player name: magic dance

* *How you found out about us (only required if joining for first time): Kate told me to join. x)

Sample:

He couldn't even feel the cold any more.
He knew, somewhere deep inside of him, that it was cold; or perhaps that could better be phrased as 'he knew that it had to be cold', because it was dark and stormy and there was rain pouring from the sky in sheets. Jóhann, however, did not register the temperature, just the same as he did not register his own hunger, or his exhaustion, or the fact that he was shaking like a leaf. All he knew was the stillness that accompanied the storm and the sound of the rain beating down against the sand and the water. He closed his eyes and revelled in it for a moment. He was smiling. Anybody who came across him in that moment might have thought him to be a madman, and in some ways he knew he was; but he was happy, and that was all that really mattered to him.

Besides, a person would have to be crazy to be out in this storm.

He could hear footsteps coming down the beach, the schluck-schluck-schluck of somebody's shoes getting stuck in the wet sand every time they stepped forward. He opened those pretty blue eyes of his and peered through the rain in an attempt to get a proper view of the approaching figure. The man--Jóhann assumed it was a man from the sort of general body shape that he could see--stopped some ten feet away from him. Jóhann continued to stare in vain for a moment before he pushed himself up to his feet and took a cautious step forward.

"Hello," He called. There was no answer. Jóhann chewed thoughtfully on a nail before he decided to try again.
"Are you the rain?"
I might be, said a voice that Jóhann could have sworn came from all around him. The little blond tilted his head to one side.
"You seem very lonely," He finally said after a moment of silence, "Would you like to watch the storm with me?"
It's dangerous to be outside in this weather, The figure answered, You could catch your death out here. It sat down in the sand. Jóhann did as well.
"I know," He said with a cheery smile, "But I like it out here anyways."

He didn't know how long they were sitting out there together before it started--it could have been minutes or hours or days. But eventually, the world around him started to turn a little greyer, a littler darker, and then he just couldn't keep his eyes open any more. He fell into blackness, and yet just when he was sure he was dead, he woke again to a shining sun and a new world.