C'est ce qu'a dit John Taylor.
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S'il y avait une chose sur la terre de Dieu qui pouvait rivaliser avec l'amour de Jean pour son travail que c'était le porc, surtout après la possession. Il y avait tellement de façons qu'il pouvait le préparer, le fumer pour le barbecue, faire bouillir la viande et la moelle pour les soupes, des bandes sèches de viande pour le croquer, et l'enfer, s'il était assez désespéré, pouvait le manger cru. Arguable la meilleure partie à ce sujet était bien qu'il est étrange similarité avec la chair humaine, pas assez pour tromper complètement Wendigo mais assez pour garder raisonnablement calme et hors des cheveux de John. Ainsi, alors que les saucisses brunissaient et grésillaient dans la poêle, John ne pouvait s'empêcher de ressentir un mélange d'anticipation, de culpabilité et d'ennui à quel point il prenait du temps pour obtenir "juste" comme il aimait l'appeler. Et les crêpes? Eh bien... qui n'aime pas les crêpes.
Flipping ces disques dans la grandeur dorée brun était la seconde nature, permettant à John de donner juste une fronce à flancs comme il a hissé paresseusement aux mots de Mariska, la merde a peut-être frappé le ventilateur mais les débris n'ont pas encore atteint l'un d'eux juste tout à fait tout à fait. Tout ce qu'ils pouvaient vraiment faire, c'est attendre et voir si "Helsing" avait une morsure à leur chienne, de préférence pas s'il était complètement honnête."Ah, eh bien ça fait mal. Au moins tu as de l'argent à la banque, oui? Je veux dire, si rien d'autre que cela est quelque chose d'être fier de." Ce discours éclairant, bien sûr, vient après l'entrée dramatique de Mordred, gagnant un sourire de John alors qu'il enveloppait le petit déjeuner. Prenant un moment pour préparer son café, surtout le café, une bonne quantité de crème, et assez de rhum pour lui donner un coup de pied sain, John était prêt à faire face à la journée. En créant une sorte de burrito de petit déjeuner à partir de saucisse et de pancake, John a fait son chemin pour la porte. "Appelez-moi si vous avez besoin de moi pour prendre quelque chose sur le chemin du retour" Ne vous embêtez pas à prendre un manteau parce que, franchement, il n'a pas besoin de sur depuis des années.
L'hiver toujours son temps préféré de l'année, même avant que cette chose décide d'installer boutique dans sa tête, il y avait quelque chose au sujet de chutes de neige qui se sentaient juste... tranquilles. C'était à cette époque de l'année où Wendigo était au plus calme. Même les âmes qui sucent des monstres ont le mal du pays. John s'est moqué de lui-même, l'effacant alors qu'il écharpe sa nourriture. Le voyage jusqu'à la voiture de merde n'était pas si excitant, juste une cigarette allumée et sur la façon d'être utilisée.
John Taylor
Wendigo
Basic Information
| Name |
Jonathan Sage Taylor
| Date of Birth |
October 30th, 1993
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Bisexual
| Occupation |
Tattoo Artist
| In-Depth Appearance |
Really, really tall. Around six foot six but too thin, almost unhealthily so. John carries himself like an old junker would. Slow, tired, and a little broken. His shoulders sag, he has some heavy bags under his eyes, and he’s always a little slow to react, like there is something preoccupying his mind. His style can be broken down into two categories, work and home. Work clothes consists of various types of t-shirts, dark jeans of various wear and tear, and flannel. Home clothes are sweat pants, gym shorts, and big fluffy sweaters. As a tattoo artist he has some ink, most prominently his sleeves, which are matching deer skulls starting at the mid-bicep. Ink bleeds down the eye sockets and become a writhing mass of solid black tentacles. When John speaks you can hear that his voice is a little ragged, mostly from alcohol but bad sleeping habits are also a contributing factor. One will notice that he seems to carry the smell of cigarettes with him wherever he goes. 
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Grounded ♦ Friendly ♦ Tired ♦ Sad ♦
Let’s start with the good aye? John is not a very difficult man to figure out, minus the whole teeter totter of cannibalistic rampage and normal human being that is. John isn’t one to flaunt anything and prefers to stick to the modest things in life; money stays in the bank account, clothes are simple and cheap, car is a piece of shit but can get him to point A to B. The only exceptions to this level headedness is his love for pork and his passion for art, specifically body ink but he can and does appreciate other mediums. It’s usually a shock to the people who know him to see the normally docile John explode when he sees that “metaphorical art shit” like the blank white wall.
Now let’s get into the not so great bits. For all his “straight man” mannerisms and usually docile dependency, John is a very tired, very worn down person. Fighting off constant cannibalistic cravings, an intense hunger, and an angry, spiteful spirit living in the back of his head has left John with very little energy to deal with other people’s shit. So instead of fighting or arguing he would rather just take it and move on, “What’s one more pebble for the pile?” As he would say. This take it and roll attitude paints him in an unflattering light, with many people dismissing him as a pushover. Unfortunately, all his wear and tear has also given him very little patience for those who are rude and mean, usually met with a very stern “Fuck. Off.” and a death glare that could put fear into the devil himself.
In the end, John just wants everything to be nice and quiet. With how everything is going however, it doesn’t look like things are going to go his way again.

| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ His art
✔ Big puffy sweaters
✔ Sweets; chocolates, anything out of a bakery, candies, the works
✔ His two poisons, whiskey and menthols
✔ Stupid jokes/puns
✔ Pork, in all it’s forms
✔ Low maintenance, in both people and in life
✘ Horror movies, doesn’t like being scared and the gorier ones make him hungry
✘ Bad tattoo’s
✘ People who disrespect art and artists
✘ Romantic comedies
✘ Surprises
✘ High class anything; the people are jerks, the drinks are weak, and the food is small
✘ Vegetables, they are just gross
| History |
John’s story isn’t a very interesting one up until he got possessed, so we’ll start from there. It began with a camping trip five years ago, just him and a friend in the canadian wilderness. Everything began all right, sure it was cold but the two of them had seen worse and so the pair just did their thing. Star gazing, ice fishing, hiking, and all that jazz was done before it happened. The pair were hunkering down on an especially cold night when John became possessed.
I’m going to spare the details but when John awoke from the spiritual fight for dominance that ensued in his head, the friend was dead. The poor hunk of a bastard was ripped apart and the last thing that went through his head was that it was his best friend doing the deed. John doesn’t camp anymore.
The incident was called an “animal attack” but John knew, and he couldn’t live with himself. So he so he packed a bag, sold everything else, and left. The process of becoming a British citizen wasn’t the most streamlined but after it was all said and done, he could start again. So here he has been, picking up small time jobs and building up his reputation within his industry before finding himself here, in the middle of a god damn upheaval. Can’t a man get a break indeed. 
| Family |
Severed all ties with his family. For all they know he just up and left one day.
| Strengths |
Willpower
 Transparency
 Honesty


| Weaknesses |
 A bit of a doormat
 Exhausted, physically and emotionally
 Very little patience for jerks

The Other
| Theme Song |
We are born again when we die – Apollo Sunshine
”Why say goodbye?
We are born again when we died, but
We will never leave our lives.”
| House Number |
Faraday Heights, 28A
| Extra Information |
-Has a moderate reputation within the tattoo industry, enough to be recognized but nothing huge.
Can rap fairly well... as long as they are songs from the late eighties/early nineties
-Is a master comfort food cook.



John Taylor
Blake Preston
"Blake? She's a little too much for me, but she's got a good heart."
Opposites do not particularly attract here. She's just too....free. With her, nothing is in reserve and that breeds a little resentment in John who has to always keep himself in check. Plus she's human....yeah. In the end, John just tries to keep a distance for both their sakes.
Daniel Belson
"Dan is all right once you find the hay in the needle stack. He drinks well enough and doesn't pry too much, he's cool in my book."
Dan is old, that much is known. He carries a sadness with him, hidden well enough but still there if you look deep enough. He hasn't done me wrong so I'll return the favor.
Alistair Queen
"Al? You mean the Landlord, uh...he's alright I guess. Keeps the apartment running and doesn't push me around like some others I've been under."
Haven't seen the guy all that much myself, higher up on the socioeconomic totem pole than me. Not human, smells too dusty for that, but since he's the reason this apartment runs I can't say anything bad. Time will tell if he has any skeletons in his closet.
Mariska Costas
"Mariska's medium is song, mine is skin. We're both in it for the love, fame and dollars are secondary."
She's my friend, the first meaningful one I've made since moving here. She's got my back and I hers, her being here has made everything a little more bearable.
Nikita Yankovsky
"Officer Yankovsky? She's alright for a cop. Seen her slam em back like the best of us so she at least has my respect in that department."
There isn't much for me to say, she has gotten on my ass for drinking in the day but she doesn't have my problem so whatever. We keep to ourselves and that's good enough for us.
Mordred Hame
"Mord? The guy is an artist, but not like me. He's got an ambition in his heart, and I wish him the best as he climbs that ladder."
It was a little tense between us at first, clashing personalities and all that jazz. But one adjustment period and several cigarettes later we've gotten on the same level.
Eve Lumière
"Eve? She's good for a drink but we don't mix all that well, too much oil for my blood."
She's alright but she has a wicked streak hidden in all that energy. Never given her a reason to pin it on me and I'll like it to stay that way.
Catharine Reid
"You talking about the little Iron Lady? Heh, she's a firecracker that one."
A bonfire to my candle, Cara is definitely someone I do not want to cross. More for my sanity than anything else. I'm sure she's a vamp, which doesn't bother me all that much but I'd prefer she kept her "wine" sealed in flask or something.
Opallum
"He's cool."
Nothing too much to say about him, he's definitely more than a bum but I don't pry too much. I've shared some drinks with him but besides being an occasional drinking buddy we aren't all that close.
Andrew Mordekai
"He's a fiery kid, only hope he doesn't get himself hurt."
Definitely a Witch but still human so he gets the same treatment from me, it's nothing personal I'd just prefer to keep Wendigo as quiet as possible.
Suriel White
"......"
I haven't even formally met her.
Miles Catrose
"Hmph."
He's a dick.
Yukiko Abe
"She does good work, It's actually nice to have someone to talk shop with around here."
She's old, probably the oldest person I've ever met. But she works the craft and keeps her nose clean. We don't have anything to hate over.
Mona
"I don't have much to say about her, she kinda just... blends into the background."
She doesn't fit all that well with me, she seems a little fake. Not all the time, but she just doesn't seem to be telling the truth all the time. Ah, I could just be paranoid.
Faron Romane
"He's a good kid, gave me a good luck charm or something once. Wish he took more care of himself honestly, hate to see him burn himself out."
I like him, he's one of those Mother Teresa types. I'm sure he'll do great things one day.
Nicolas Black
"Officer Black keeps to himself, which is fine for me."
The guy has seen some shit, I can empathize. It's up to him how he lives it out, if he want's to build a fortress around himself then that's his business.
Margaret Spencer-Adeyemi
"Maggie keeps to herself, which works for me."
The times I've met her have gone well enough, she just seems to prefer her flat. Works for me, being edible and all.
Megumi
"A little girl? Haven't seen one around here lately."
Haven't seen this girl around here, hope she's ok.
Katherine Haynes
"Haven't seen too much of her, apparently she's quite the busy body."
From what I've seen she's a nice girl, sure of hersel and all that. It's better off we haven't seen all that much of each other.
Felicia Miles Underwood

Elise Callaghan
"Don't know much about her, but I've seen some of the things she does around here. She's good in my book."
I appreciate what she does for the people around here, she definitely ranks highly on my list of people I like.