not to be confused with Jesus Christ

[Joseph Kennedy]

JOSEPHMICHAELKENNEDY

We're gonna fight your brother. We're gonna raise hell.

` THECURTAINSRISING
i’m forgetting where i’ve been !

name ,

joseph michael kennedy

nicknames ,

joe

age and year ,

nineteen, senior

sexual preference ,

straight as ply wood.

birthday ,

january twenty-third, nineteen-eighty-nine

species ,

demon

occupation ,

winterthorne student and resident dick head

magyck ,

can implant crazy dreams, images, memories, and other trippy shit (much like an acid trip) into your mind. pretty much, if he really wanted to, he could drive you to literal insanity. it's also sort of tied in with his emotions. example: if he's angry at a certain person, then that person will more than likely be haunted with crazy shit in their sleep and see things and all that great jolly goodness.

` MYBREATHFOGGEDUPTHEGLASS
so i drew a new face and laughed !

eyes ,

blue

hair ,

resides at a simple mousy brown - nothing extreme in any way. Never tainted by hair dye or hair spray, or any chemical products for that matter. He enjoys to keep it a little bit long, just enough to run a hand through and tousle up a bit. But nothing excessive

body type,

Joe is far from fat. In fact, he sometimes gives off the illusion of 'imaciated', but if you examine closer, you'll find he is nothing but muscle. Perhaps the correct term in this instance could be 'toned'. Not that he works out any, due to his extreme laziness and apathy. Although, he used to run track in his former years of highschool, so that could very well have contributed to his current physique.

distinguishing features ,

Nothing really. A few scars here a there. Old tracks marks along his left forearm from the previous year.

best feature ,

To be quite honest, most people don't consider him 'hot'or 'attractive'. It must be that bad boy charm of his that actually get his laid now and then. Or that mysterious attitude and the fact that no one knows where he came from, how he got here, or anything about his backround whatsoever.

face claim ,

Paul Simonon

` LITTLEDEATHSINMUSICALBEDS
so it sees i’m someone i’ve never met !

likes ,

loitering, speeding, smoking, cursing, flipping off police officers, pissing off police officers, coffee, vodka, heroin, obscure bands that no one has ever heard of, Blues Brothers sunglasses, grapefruit, throwing globs of paint onto canvas, cold weather, leather jackets, jackets in general, sleeping, physical fights, winning.

dislikes ,

pickles, mustard, ketchup, scarves, iPods, the radio, video games, TV, large parties, ignorant people, racism, dirty cops, small towns, country, Mississippi, religion.

strengths ,

the ability to hold liquor, can smoke a cigarette backwards, is sexy in general, is an awesome rhymer.

weaknesses ,

drugs, crashes because of drugs, apathy, kryptonite.

fears ,

Oprah, reality television, overdosing.

quirks ,

nervous habits include: nail biting, head scratching, neck rubbing, foot tapping, finger twitching, hand wringing, eye darting, knuckle cracking, and lip chewing.

secrets ,

1) he compulsively lies about his demon blood, obviously not wanting anyone at the school (or anyone in general) to find out. he's almost embarrassed of it, and makes it a point to tell anyone that he's one hundred percent human. as of right now, he seems to have everyone fooled.

2) His cocaine addiciton is kept under tight wraps. Well, not necissarily the use of cocaine, but the fact that he can hardly go twelve hours without going into convulsions and tremors, and breaking into a sweat.

personality ,

Joe has become a rather reserved individual - not indulging anyone in his personal struggles, or anything about his life for that matter. They say that it's the particular substance that he's started pumping into his veins on a regular basis, but as far as anyone else knows it's just silly rumors. But it's a definite possibility. Mainly based on the fact that he exudes all the 'symptoms' of one that uses mind altering drugs. In result of this introverted personality he has developed, Joe tends to make it a point not to socialize with many others. This routine of school, gas station (to buy cigarettes), and home might cause him to come across to the rest of his peers as a loner. And that very well may be true, but unlike most 'stereotypical' loners, he thrust it upon himself.
He takes friendships very serious, and it takes a lot for him to even consider someone more than just an acquaintance. And it takes even longer for him to start talking to that person about anything of substance. Even then, it's hard to pry anything about his life from him.
Joe has been known to have a quick temper, that has the ability to flare up over the most trivial of disagreements, causing a loss of friends on his part. 'Cause really, who wants to deal with getting shouted and cursed at over who gets to drive to the movie theater? No one. It's probably due to the fact that he has demon blood - thanks to his mother.
Although his temper is one of his major flaws, he tends to be a rather calm person a majority of the time who has few qualms about starting up a casual conversation with a new face.
Rightfully so, he has firm believes in human equality - as in everyone should be treated exactly the same and be allowed to have the same rights regardless of orientation, race, ethnicity, label, etc. Because of this, he's been called a communist on more than one occasion, but in all honesty, he thinks that communism isn't such a bad idea, and in an ideal world it could very possibly work.
Despite his idealistic views when it comes to communism, Joe is very much a realist and tends to dwell on the negative aspects of life rather than the positive. 'Life isn't all just rainbows and puppies, and people just don't understand that', is how he justifies his thought process. Sometimes, his negativity gets a bit extreme however, and he needs a reality check that, even if life isn't all about rainbows and puppies, it isn't all about death and destruction either.

`I’MNOTCRAZYI’MJUSTALITTLEUNWELL
i know, right now you can’t tell !

favorite cereal?

Rice cripsies

deal or no deal?

deal, yo

opinion on pink, fuzzy handcuffs?

sex me up

if confronted by the living dead, what would you do?

I will CUT YOU muthalicka!

` WORDSOFWISDOMFORTHEWEARY
see who gets it in the end !

family ,

Jeffery Kennedy (human) - father
Amelia Kennedy (demon) - mother

pets ,

N/A

best memory ,

The first time he got high.

worst memory ,

When Mort beat him to a pulp. He'll probably be scarred from that for life.

history ,

January 23rd, 1989 was when the life of Joseph Michael Kennedy began. And oh, what a life that was. From the moment he popped from the womb, his parents showered him with the love and attention that every young child needs from a supervising adult. But let's back track for just a moment, and find out how exactly young Joe came to be.
It all started about five years before, when Jeffery Kennedy met his future wife, Amelia Thompson, at the Boston College of Art and Design, where she was studying as a graphic design major, and he had aspirations to become a photo journalist. Needless to say, they hit it off immediately, and once they were both graduated from college he pulled the 'down on one knee' thing and asked for her hand in marriage. Amelia had already told Jeffery about her being a demon from the pits of hell (or not), but it didn't seem to phase him in the least. But let's zip forward once again.
Joe's life was an extremely normal one - both parents happily married, living in a nice home, financially stable. The only thing that could be a variable to cause tension in the home was that Jeffery had to leave for weeks at a time due to his job calling as a photo journalist. But really, Amelia and Joe had nothing to complain about. Unfortunately, a month or so after Joe had just turned five, Jeffery got in a serious car accident. No, he did not die, but not only was he placed in the ICU for quite some time, but Amelia and Joe were informed that he quite possibly could never walk again. Thus ending his dream career. Needless to say, this hit home rather hard - especially Amelia - perhaps even more so than Jeffery. Joe, however, was still a bit young to understand the full scale of what was going on, but he did fully understand the meaning of his father being wheeled home in a wheelchair.
As the months passed and so did the years, Jeffery seemed to be getting along without his legs just fine. He was forced to quit his job, though, causing Amelia to have to work longer hours to compensate for the lost income on her husband's part. Joe was now at the age of fourteen, and was just going into his freshman year of high school after being held back in the eighth grade. He was never a 'smart' child, by the standards of the school - making grades that were less than average - but it was evident that he thought on a deeper level than most kids his age, probably inherited from his artistically inclined parents. Throughout grade school, his way of thinking and reacting to situations had been scrutinized mercilessly by his fellow classmates, being called names such as 'freak' and 'weirdo'. Although they might not seem so hurtful on the surface, to a vulnerable child, they can cut right down to the core. Even so, Joe just shoved them away and dealt with the teasing by coming home and crying to his father. The day he stepped foot onto his new high school campus, he became fast friends with the group of people that seemed equally as picked on as he, and that gave him a serious breath of relief. Now he had people he could identify with instead of always being the one singled out in a crowd.
One night, however, during the summer going into sophomore year, one of the members of that little group offered Joe a joint. Unsure of what to do, he accepted it and that was the beginning of his slow demise. Week after week his friends supplied him with pot, and he took it. It got to the point that he was now smuggling it into his house and rolling joints on his desk in his bedroom - unafraid of being caught, considering the lenient amount of personal space his parents gave him out of pure respect. But as most parents would, Jeffery and Amelia noticed a change in their son. A severe change. From a happy, confident individual, to someone who didn't want to speak with anyone and desired to just go up to his room. Even loss of appetite was noted. So one night, Jeffery decided to have a talk with his son - not to scold him, but to find out what was going on out of concern. Knocking on his door, he didn't hear a response. So he jiggled the handle, opened the door, and much to every one's horror Joe was found sitting on the floor, back pressed against the foot of the bed, a slender white joint pressed between his index finger and thumb.
From that day forward, Joe was forbidden to associate with that crowd, his door had been taken off the hinges, and his mom bought home drug tests that he was forced to take once every two weeks. They said 'privacy is not a right, it's a privilege,' and for that, Joe began to harbor unknown resentment towards his parents - something he'd never felt before.
And it wasn't until around this time that he realized his actual power. Sure, his mother had admitted to him at a young age that she wasn't exactly human - but she never mentioned anything about him, or her, having any sort of 'powers'. But it was only when the feelings of rage against his parents were buried deep within him. His mom began complaining about nightmares she was having.
And it only grew worse as time went on. Pretty soon, Joe himself began to pick up on the fact that the angrier he became, the more and more his mother's mental sanity would deplete, and eventually, he put two and two together.
So did his father, and as a hope to understand and maybe fix the situation, Joe was sent to Winterhorne Academy.

` WE’RETHEPARTYYOU’RETHEPEOPLE
let’s make this night a classic !

codename ,

B-stone, as Red says. But really, just call me Boston.

agent number ,

I'm Jesus, I have no age.

mission time ,

Five...something years.

directive ,[/i]

B-b-b-but do I really have to? ):

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[` krii klaus!]

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hoshit, it's jesus.
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