Anders Johnson { bragi } (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bragirights) wrote2013-08-16 05:06 pm
bragirights) wrote2013-08-16 05:06 pm
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Character: Anders Johnson
Series: The Almighty Johnsons
Character Age: early 30s
Job: Publicity for CFUD
Canon: When Axl Johnson turned 21, he became privy to a carefully kept secret: that his family members are all gods. Apparently, the gods left Asgard a long, long time ago and went to New Zealand, for reasons unknown. And when a god and a goddess love each other very much (or not love each other at all but want to bone), their offspring is a god or goddess. These offspring are kept in the dark about their godly ancestry until their 21st birthday, at which their god powers manifest.
Anders is the second eldest of the four Johnson brothers, and is the living incarnation of Bragi, the God of Poetry. The power of his voice bends mortals to his will. Though perfectly capable of sweet-talk and beautiful words, he's more often blunt and crude, earning the ire of his friends and family from his lack of brain-to-mouth filter. He enjoys the finer parts of life, namely booze, drugs, and beautiful women, with has no qualms about using his powers to get them. For all that he's a horrid dickhead, though, Anders does love his family. He just has trouble showing it. A lot of trouble. He definitely protective, and subscribes to the line of thinking where he's the only one allowed to fuck with his brothers.
Sample Entry:
Tell us about yourself in a few words.
Anders Johnson, second of four, owner of JPR, so on and so forth. Seriously, I never know how to answer these kind of questions. Why do people always ask it? Does anyone ever actually learn anything from this sort of thing? You'd learn a lot more about me in the sack. We could call it...finding common interests, if you know what I mean.
Why are you joining our happy community?
Company expansion! Sort of. I mean, I could probably do most of the work this place needs via emails and Skype conversations, but hey, an all-expenses paid trip? Who would say no?
What do you expect from the campers here?
Mostly to stay out of my way, really. I just need to observe, get some nice photos of happy kids toasting marshmallows or braiding friendship bracelets and then I can get back to work.
What do you expect from the counselors?
About what I expect from the kids, obviously. They can hold hands and make flower crowns if they want.
Do you think you are good in a crisis? Why?
Sure, why not? I deal with them all the time; it comes with the job. Let's just say I have a way with words. I'm good at calming people down, making the best of a crappy situation.
What if the crisis involved the end of the world? Please explain.
Uh, I wouldn't get involved in something like that. Soooo that's a moot point.
Would you be able to dispose of the flesh of the undead? How?
According to video-games, fire seems to be the cure-all to all manner of zombie grossness. Why, is this going to be a thing I should be worried about? Cause, you know, I'm not so sure I'm into the whole live-action roleplay stuff. The occasional bit in bed is one thing; handcuffs can be hot, you know? Rawr~. But zombie apocalypses just aren't my kink, sorry. Too much moaning and biting of the unsexy kind.
If you could choose to bring three objects to a deserted island, what would you bring and why?
Why would I bring three things to a deserted island? Why would I be on a deserted island? I guess if my plane goes down or whatever, then maybe. But then I'd be lucky to survive that and also, I wouldn't be able to choose what I landed with. And I'd be with other lucky survivors sooo it wouldn't be a deserted island anyway cause it'd have people. And then we could all make a fire and toast marshmallows and wait for rescue. Or possibly we'd eat each other. Or eat each other out... Either way, I'd be the last man standing. Yay Anders!
Okay seriously though, what's with all this weird bullshit? End of the world? Flesh of the undead? The deserted island one is looking pretty normal compared to the others here, and that's saying something. Who's the one writing this crap? You need a new hiring policy, seriously. Here, have my card. Remember: Anders Johnson, of JPR.
Call me.
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Age:
Character: Anders Johnson
Series: The Almighty Johnsons
Character Age: early 30s
Job: Publicity for CFUD
Canon: When Axl Johnson turned 21, he became privy to a carefully kept secret: that his family members are all gods. Apparently, the gods left Asgard a long, long time ago and went to New Zealand, for reasons unknown. And when a god and a goddess love each other very much (or not love each other at all but want to bone), their offspring is a god or goddess. These offspring are kept in the dark about their godly ancestry until their 21st birthday, at which their god powers manifest.
Anders is the second eldest of the four Johnson brothers, and is the living incarnation of Bragi, the God of Poetry. The power of his voice bends mortals to his will. Though perfectly capable of sweet-talk and beautiful words, he's more often blunt and crude, earning the ire of his friends and family from his lack of brain-to-mouth filter. He enjoys the finer parts of life, namely booze, drugs, and beautiful women, with has no qualms about using his powers to get them. For all that he's a horrid dickhead, though, Anders does love his family. He just has trouble showing it. A lot of trouble. He definitely protective, and subscribes to the line of thinking where he's the only one allowed to fuck with his brothers.
Sample Entry:
Tell us about yourself in a few words.
Anders Johnson, second of four, owner of JPR, so on and so forth. Seriously, I never know how to answer these kind of questions. Why do people always ask it? Does anyone ever actually learn anything from this sort of thing? You'd learn a lot more about me in the sack. We could call it...finding common interests, if you know what I mean.
Why are you joining our happy community?
Company expansion! Sort of. I mean, I could probably do most of the work this place needs via emails and Skype conversations, but hey, an all-expenses paid trip? Who would say no?
What do you expect from the campers here?
Mostly to stay out of my way, really. I just need to observe, get some nice photos of happy kids toasting marshmallows or braiding friendship bracelets and then I can get back to work.
What do you expect from the counselors?
About what I expect from the kids, obviously. They can hold hands and make flower crowns if they want.
Do you think you are good in a crisis? Why?
Sure, why not? I deal with them all the time; it comes with the job. Let's just say I have a way with words. I'm good at calming people down, making the best of a crappy situation.
What if the crisis involved the end of the world? Please explain.
Uh, I wouldn't get involved in something like that. Soooo that's a moot point.
Would you be able to dispose of the flesh of the undead? How?
According to video-games, fire seems to be the cure-all to all manner of zombie grossness. Why, is this going to be a thing I should be worried about? Cause, you know, I'm not so sure I'm into the whole live-action roleplay stuff. The occasional bit in bed is one thing; handcuffs can be hot, you know? Rawr~. But zombie apocalypses just aren't my kink, sorry. Too much moaning and biting of the unsexy kind.
If you could choose to bring three objects to a deserted island, what would you bring and why?
Why would I bring three things to a deserted island? Why would I be on a deserted island? I guess if my plane goes down or whatever, then maybe. But then I'd be lucky to survive that and also, I wouldn't be able to choose what I landed with. And I'd be with other lucky survivors sooo it wouldn't be a deserted island anyway cause it'd have people. And then we could all make a fire and toast marshmallows and wait for rescue. Or possibly we'd eat each other. Or eat each other out... Either way, I'd be the last man standing. Yay Anders!
Okay seriously though, what's with all this weird bullshit? End of the world? Flesh of the undead? The deserted island one is looking pretty normal compared to the others here, and that's saying something. Who's the one writing this crap? You need a new hiring policy, seriously. Here, have my card. Remember: Anders Johnson, of JPR.
Call me.
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