COSTANZA, JOHNNY 'JUNK'

Junk is a full blown anarchist, man. He thinks no one should be in charge. He likes fighting. He glows in it. Kids got scars and scratches and scabs all over his body from all his stunts. Dispute is such a great reason to fight! And fighting is pain! Life is pain! RUB THE BLOOOD IN YOUR FACE. That's how this train-wreck thinks, man. Being an anarchist, there's everything to fight against. Cops kicks the shit out of punks and punks kicks the shit out of skinheads and skinheads kicks the shit out of pricks and whats the point? And what's the reason for all this? Hahaha! NONE.

Junk was born in middle-of-nowhere Nova Athenis. Man, he hates this place. Everyone's always asking 'what's cool? What's hip?' Izzit in America? Britain with its bloody hipsters. WHO CARES WHAT'S COOL AND WHAT'S HIP. Freaking posers, man. He was probably the only genuine punk in Nova Athenis, except for this one other guy, who was his best friend. The days he spent chucking beer cans down at the fisherman. His dad was a fisherman. All that guy caught were sardines, and then, the old man went insane and didn't recognize his son anymore. He said squinting his eyes lounging with a can of beer in his hand, "Hey! Whatchu doin' in my house, boy?!?" And he pulled out his shot gun from behind his collapsible fishing chair and shot two rounds at Junk. This punk still visits his dad on birthdays, but because his old man doesn't recognize him, he leaves the present on the doorstep. Lives with that other real punk friend now, and they get by living in a tree-house in the forest. Get by real nice.

Ever since he left his dad's tin-shack fishing hut, Junk's lived on his own. He makes money here and their, on and off with jobs. Most employers don't like him, and take any excuse to get rid of him.


alias: electric
faceclaim: [b][i]KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN, naito longchamp,[/i][/b] johnny costanza