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| User: | wander_darkstar (85082) We'll undress beside the ashes of the fire
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| Name: | Seajay Darkstar | |||||||||
| E-mail: | porcelainxtears@hotmail.com | |||||||||
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| Bio: |   I made this music player at MyFlashFetish.com.  Character Information Name: Seajay Darkstar True Name: Johnny Dalton, and Nikolai before that. Gender: Male Age: 20 Birthday: May 10th 2000 Greatest Ambition:Since the devastation of the virus Seajay hasn’t had many ambitions. His greatest ambition now is to just stay alive. Physical Description: Hair: Black/brown in varying lengths Eyes: Blue Height: 6’ Weight: 140 Build: Thin (mostly from lack of nutrition) and lanky Distinguishing Marks: none Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Single or taken: Single Best friend: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _frankie and his dog named Star, a pepper-grey Australian Cattle Dog.Personality: Being the youngest child in his family, Johnny was treated like the baby by his parents. This is not to say that he was spoiled but he was certainly well taken care of. Johnny was a rather quiet child, even around his own family. They’d often tease him about living in his head instead of the real world. He would devour novels. Aside from music, literature was the only topic that could really get Johnny talking. Before the virus Johnny was a realist with only hints of optimism. He was never really negative about things, he just accepted things as they were. After the virus a major shift occurred in Johnny, now Seajay’s personality. His true self is of course still there, it’s just buried beneath everything he has seen and lived through after the virus. He’s still fairly withdrawn from the people that he encounters, but now it’s more out of a concern for his life than anything. Most of the time he feels like the walking dead, an empty shell. Every connection he’s ever had has been ripped from his bloodied hands. Most of the time he doesn’t feel like living anymore, but there’s a still a spark of something that keeps him going. In reality, he’s terrified someone will find out who he really is and kill him for what his parents have done. Most of Seajay’s current actions are motivated by his sadness, his pent up emotions, fear and a deep-seated concern for his personal safety. He’s quick to defend himself and often greats kindness or affection with sarcasm and disdain. Personal History: Johnny Dalton was born in Kiev Ukraine. He was left on a pew in a church, wrapped in furs. There was no note with him, nothing. The church took him to an orphanage where they gave him the name Nikolai. When he was a year old an upper class family of medical researchers, the Daltons, came to Kiev and adopted Nikolai. They re-named him Johnny and took him back to the United States. The Daltons already had a son named Charlie who was three when they adopted Johnny. Charlie immediately took to Johnny. The two of them were inseparable. Johnny and Charlie’s parents were both medical researchers. They owned their own facility in Denver, Colorado. Charlie was born in Denver, Colorado and the family had lived there for 20 years by the time they adopted Johnny. Their research mainly centered around the aging process and how to stop it or suspend it’s effects. They had already made such incredible advancements in their animal test subjects that they were given a million dollar grant from the government. Johnny and Charlie both went to a private catholic school for boys just outside of Denver. They spent most of their time there, only coming home every other weekend and holidays. Johnny never really bought into the Christian faith. Like his father, he’d always been the type of person to only believe what he was able to see. The wonder of nature and the miracles of the saints were never enough to convince him of God’s presence. He wanted cold hard facts. Johnny’s childhood was a decent one by most standards. He had access to every material thing he could possibly want, food to eat, a nice home, a family. Yet, his parents were often distant, consumed in their research. He started taking piano lessons at the age of 7 and from the beginning it was obvious that he had a natural talent for the instrument. Johnny and Charlie were very close until they entered junior high and Johnny’s pianist career began to skyrocket. Their parents showered him with attention, and thus Charlie was left out in a lot of ways. Charlie knew that Johnny was adopted, but he never used that against him, in fact he never even told his brother that he wasn’t his real brother. If only Johnny and Charlie would have talked about it, Charlie would have known that the attention Johnny was receiving from their parents was only because of the piano and the recognition it brought with it. Their affections had nothing to do with Johnny, and everything to do with fame. The rift that this caused in Charlie and Johnny’s relationship was immense. While Johnny became rather popular at school Charlie became the outcast. No one was interested in him anymore, and he rejected Johnny’s attempts at repairing their relationship. The damage had already been done. Johnny didn’t want the popularity, he was just fine with his piano and his books. This problem lasted all through high school, and by the time the virus hit Johnny was sure that Charlie hated him more than anything. If only he’d been able to tell Charlie that he would have given up everything just to be brothers again. Johnny’s fame was overshadowed by a discovery his parents made in the middle of the year 2015. They believed that they had found a “cure” for the aging process. They called this cure the Ans Pathogen, and by 2016 they were approved by the FDA and started selling vials of their serum. Their families picture was all over the world. Finally Charlie started to get some of the attention at school that Johnny had so long entertained. Yet, his family’s fame was not to be long lived. In 2017 the virus his parents created had begun to mutate. At first it was only in the people who’d been rich or powerful enough to acquire it, but it wasn’t long before the virus went airborne and started attacking adults of all class levels. With the first sign of the virus being airborne his parents were shipped off to a government lab in Washington D.C. to try and find a cure. Charlie and Johnny were left at home with their maids and butlers, and a single cop car outside for their protection. They had to drop out of school and stay home for fear that protestors would attack their house in search of their parents. It was only a week or so after his parents left for Washington D.C. that they received a call from a government assistant. Both of their parents had died from their initial dose of the virus. They were going to be burned and buried in D.C. and the boys were not allowed to come to their funeral. Johnny and Charlie were both crushed . The government said they couldn’t promise them protection any longer, but that the cop car would stay there as long as possible. Everyday on the news they sat tensely in the living room with the house staff, watching the news. The virus was no spreading more and more rapidly and the crowd of protestors outside their house had grown tremendously. Eventually all but one of the staff either died or deserted the Dalton brothers. The only one who had stayed with them was their butler James, who was more of a grandfather figure to them. James’ family had all died in a plane crash nearly 30 years ago, so all he had left was the Dalton boys. Eventually chaos descended upon their house. A group of protestors young and old, sick and healthy attacked their home. One night Seajay heard something downstairs and went to investigate. He saw James standing in the dark of the foyer, a group of people had surrounded the house and were trying to get in. James had a small handgun in his hand and was standing their quietly. Johnny turned to yell upstairs for Charlie, but his brother was already there when he turned around, his face pale. James told them to go to the basement and see if they could get out that way. They both protested but James insisted until they finally turned from him and went towards the stairs. Before they’d walked five feet the windows were all being broken and the house set afire. At the first gunshot James grabbed the boys and they all ran to the back study, whose glass doors that opened out into their backyard were at the moment clear. James told them to get out and run as fast as they could into the forest. Their house was on the edge of Denver and flanked a rather large national park. Johnny had just jumped out onto the porch and ran about ten feet into the yard with Charlie when he heard gunshots and riotous yells. The mob had gotten into the house and were in the back study. James was trying to keep them at bay but the old man only had so much strength and so many bullets. He turned around to see James get swallowed by the mob. Charlie started to run back but Johnny grabbed his pajama shirt and swung him around, telling him that he was gone, they had to leave. Charlie scowled at him and jerked his arm out of his grasp. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. Another gun-shot went off and suddenly blood sprayed all over Johnny’s face. He couldn’t tell if it was his brother’s or his own, but it blinded him. He felt Charlie push him so hard he nearly fell over, and heard him screaming at him to go, to run. In a moment of blind panic Johnny leapt into a full out run towards the woods, blinking the blood from his eyes. Adrenaline took him over and he ran as far and as fast as he could, oblivious to the searing pain in his left shoulder from the minor gun-shot wound. He was beyond exhaustion and dawn was just starting to break across the sky. He finally stopped running, his chest heaving and hot with pain. He spun around dizzily in the clearing looking for Charlie and calling out his name. He couldn’t find his brother, so he kept walking until he finally passed out. When he awoke next his body was unbelievably sore and he could hardly move his left arm. A dog was licking his face, and when he finally was awake enough he grabbed the scruff of it’s neck and pulled himself up to a sitting position. Twenty yards or so in the distance he saw a cabin through the trees. There was smoke coming from the chimney. Johnny used the dog’s support once again to get to his feet and stagger towards the cabin. His only hope was that his brother was there. He had no idea where he was, and wasn’t coherent enough to think logically about it. His head was pounding and he could hardly see straight. Just before he was about to knock on the door it flew open and in it’s threshold stood a beautiful young girl with flowing black hair and a huge shotgun pointed at his chest. She looked down at the dog, and then looked him over, his whole shirt was covered in blood and he had a horrendous black eye from when he had passed out and hit his head on a rock. She lowered the shotgun and said something about being ‘fit to be tied’ before he started to fall again. She caught him and slung his good arm over her shoulders. She’d cleaned and bandaged his gunshot wound and tended his other various wounds. She cleaned and fed him, and let him sleep as long as he wanted. As soon as he was coherent enough they started to talk. He learned that her name was Lilly and she was 25 years old. She had lived in the cabin with her parents but they’d gone into town weeks ago and never returned. He told her what had happened to his brother and him, but he blamed it on looters. He didn’t tell her who he was or who is family really was. She was genuinely kind to him and they got along very well. The dog’s name is turned out was Star, and she’d taken a liking to Johnny. When she’d asked him what his name was he’d told her the first thing that came to his mind, C.J. She laughed and told him that she made a habit of misspelling names to make them more interesting and that he should spell it Seajay. From them on, that was what she called him. Over the next four months Seajay came to know and even fall in love with the girl who’d taken him in and saved his life. He eventually gave up hope of finding Charlie, and Lilly always found a way to keep him from going back into the city to look for him. Seajay did a lot of the work around the cabin that her father did when he’d still been around. They had quite a nice life together for almost four months. Eventually Lilly said she had to go into town to get supplies. Seajay told her that he would go, but she wouldn’t have it. She said she’d be less likely to get caught and she knew the back roads out of the forest. Reluctantly Seajay let her leave. She’d been gone for three days before Seajay started to pack up and get ready to go and look for her when she came stumbling into the yard half-dressed and wretched looking. He ran to her and caught her, much in the same way she’d caught him months before. When he lifted her face to his he saw the sores on her skin and the dull pallor of her flesh. She’d contracted the virus. He took her into the cabin and stumbled around frantically trying to do everything he could to at least make her comfortable. He sat by her bed for the next 48 hours without leaving once. Star as there as well, laying on the floor next to the bed and whimpering. On the second day Lilly woke from her fevered state and awoke Seajay who’d fallen asleep in the chair beside her. She talked to him in soft whispers. “Seajay, I knew you’d come for a reason. You’re my dark star, here to lead me to my end.” He shook his head and tried to sooth her, to tell her to rest, that she was talking nonsense. She wouldn’t stop though, she told him to go to the kitchen and get into the bottom far left cabinet under the toaster. He didn’t want to leave her but she got so worked up about it that he finally did. He came back with the only thing he’d found there: a loaded handgun. He sat down quietly beside her and looked up at her with knowing, but questioning eyes. She whispered to him that he had to do it, he had to do it if he loved her. He sat there for a long time, the gun in his shaking hand and his face down on the bed next to hers. His hands were meant to make music, not to kill, he told her. Finally he raised his face and started to tell her who he really was, how his family had been the ones to create the virus, and how incredibly sorry he was, how guilty he felt. She just smiled weakly and whispered back to him that she already knew, she remembered his face from the newspapers her father had saved. She didn’t hate him for who he was, but she told him that after he left he had to be careful and not tell anyone. He told her he’d never leave her, he’d stay there and take care of Star and the cabin, and her. She just smiled and told him to do it as soon as he was able and that he couldn’t stay there. She said he had to go on and be someone else’s star. Seajay then left the room, he couldn’t take it anymore. He left the house and took a walk in the woods alone, the gun in his hand. When he came back to the house a few hours later he found her asleep. He stood beside the bed and with a trembling hand he rose the gun above her forehead. He’d shut the bedroom door so Star couldn’t get in. He closed his eyes and coughed back his sobs, which eventually woke her. She looked up at him, her eyes half closed in sickness. He shook his head, he couldn’t do it. He closed his eyes again and in a moment he felt her hand come to rest over his own. She pulled him down with what little strength she had left and pressed the gun to her forehead. She slid her finger over Seajay’s and after a whispered I love you Seajay, she pulled the trigger. He spent hours in the room with her after that, covered in her blood and his own tears. When he finally came out he was very calm, numb. He washed up, gathered what supplies he could carry and left Lilly. He doused the house with the remaining gasoline from one of the cars and set it on fire. From that moment on Seajay was a different person. He left the house and Lilly’s body behind but her took her with him in his new name, and her dog Star that trailed at his heals. He took a machete, a bowie knife, and another hand gun he’d found in her parents’ bedroom. His plan was to travel north, trying to avoid the large towns as best as he could. Things were tough on the streets, by now almost everyone over 25 had died and the world was plunged into chaos. His true self, the good-natured and quiet piano player was buried in Lilly’s fiery grave. There was one thing he felt he had to do before he left Colorado. He couldn’t resist the need to go back to his house, to see for himself what had happened after he’d left. It wasn’t the best idea and it ended up getting him into a heap of trouble. When he arrived at his house for the first time in four months he was devastated to see it burnt to the ground. He went into the back yard and looked around, tears coming to his eyes. This was the last place that he’d seen Charlie. After a couple hours he was turning to leave the wreckage and fufill his plan to go north when he was assaulted and captured by some renegade soldiers who’d effectively taken over the town. Luckily Star escaped before they shot her. They threw him into a cell with another boy, whom he came to find out was Frankie. The young soldiers had taken over the city and as some of them were sent in to protect Seajay’s family they knew exactly who he was. They planned to use his capture, and ultimately his death, to secure their rule of the city. Surprisingly Seajay let himself open up to Frankie’s charming ways and the two of them became fast friends. They put together a rather untreatable plan of escape but somehow they managed to pull it off. Seajay escaped almost immediately but Frankie was caught up a little longer. Their plan, if they were separated, was that they would meet in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Seajay made it there almost a month before Frankie and he waited as long as he could before the place went to shit just like all the other towns. Now he’s moving north again. ~*~*~ He doesn’t stay in one place longer than a few weeks. He feels like there’s nowhere that he belongs, and no one that would have as kind a heart as Lilly or Frankie had, if they were to find out who he is. He’s secretly always looking for a place to stay, a place to belong, but he knows there will never be any place safe enough for him. Birth Location:Born in Kiev, Ukraine but raised all his life in Denver, Colorado USA. Blood Family: He was adopted by the Dalton’s, but he does not know this. . However his older brother Charlie is the birth child of their parents. Father: Robert Dalton Mother: Marissa Dalton Older Brother: Charlie Dalton What tribe do they belong to if any?: None, he tries not to stay in one place for longer than a few weeks. How long have they been with that tribe?: N/A Personal Strengths: Values the truth (that is why it’s so hard for him to live a lie, even if it is saving his life). He has a good, kind heart, it’s just harder to get to now. Loyal, committed. Personal Weaknesses: Seajay often makes the mistake of trusting people that he shouldn’t. After his family was killed and he was forced to live on the road and the experiences that he has had in his travels have helped him to read people’s true intentions better. Still, it would not be unusual for him to make a deal with the wrong people. Personal Skills and Training: Before the virus Seajay was an accomplished pianist. Just before the virus started to take hold he was scheduled to play at Carnegie Hall. He’s also very learned for his age, as he read constantly before the virus. He’s learned to fish and to hunt with Star to the point where he can survive fairly well. Job that they have in the tribe or whatever they do to keep themselves alive if they’re alone: Seajay has more or less been on the move since the virus took over. He hasn’t stayed in one place for longer than three weeks, aside from the two months he spent with Lilly at her cabin. He survives by scavenging and bartering with what he can find. He takes whatever food he can find. A few times he has been able to catch fish, but often times he only gets meat when he shares whatever Star has found and killed. Star is his main form of protection though he does carry a machete, a bowie knife that he took from Lilly’s cabin. He also has a handgun from Lilly’s but he used up the bullets awhile ago. PB: Ryan Taylor Plot ties Plot tie 1: Someone who has seen his brother. Plot tie 2: Someone who knows who he really is and either wants to help him or harm him. Plot tie 3: Anyone in the Mustangs when he gets caught trying to steal from them.  | |||||||||
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