( robert pattinson. 37. he/they. demi male. ) are you a VIGILANTE? something tells me that a constant cloud of smoke hiding your face, fingertips burned with ash and marked with gold rings, uncertain to work out whether you’re in hell or not ⸻ that’s the problem with a condemned soul like yours make you who you are, JOHN CONSTANTINE. with the powers of DARK ARTS / THE OCCULT, you’re sure to have a witty, calloused personality — and you definitely belong to UNAFFILIATED.
⸻ ⅋ baby, don’t you know [ … ] 𝐈 𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑.
character name : john constantine.
age : thirty seven.
face claim : robert pattinson.
voice claim : robert pattinson.
skill set : magic ( full list can be found here ) , hand - to - hand combat , occultism , indomitable will.
afflictions : justice league / justice league dark , cult of the cold flame , trenchcoat brigade , mucous membrane ( his punk band from liverpool, started with his first love veronia ).
family : thomas constantine ( father, deceased ) mary ann quinn ( mother , deceased ) cheryl constantine ( sister, deceased ).
zodiac : taurus.
wiki link : here. ( please note: a lot will be based off my personal headcanons for john, using the 2005 live - action film to grasp the vibe and some bits from the animated films )
01. what were they doing when they passed through the portal ?
in the midst of one of his many benders. john had spent the past few weeks finishing off a case dealing of an underground club with demons using it as a trap to collect souls. one he’d left the club empty with a full stock of liquor ⸻ well, it seemed like it’d be a shame for it to go waste.
02. where are they living ? are they living with anyone ?
john doesn’t trust any kind of institution, especially the kind from a different dimension. however, everything tends to go down sweeter when it’s free so he’s currently staying at one of sword’s housing until he finds a place.
03. why is your character affiliated with who are they affiliated with ?
john’s afflictions mostly lie with the justice league and currently the justice league dark since they’re the world’s best bet for protection against supernatural evils.
04. who are their major friends, alilies and foes ?
as previously mentioned, john would call the justice league and the justice league dark his ‘ allies ’. he’s a bastard to get along with, a truth john very much knows, and so he holds more foes than allies.
05. whose hands should do they believe the country should be in ?
john hates politics, he’ll forever be a punk at heart.
06. what’s their mental state at , their physical state ?
john’s mental state is a therapist’s dream case and worst scenario horrifically blended together. he’s doing his best to settle in this new dimension, having already experienced dimension travelling before ( albeit, those dimensions had more demons and less heroes in it ) but physically, as long as he can keep drinking and smoking he’s fine. john is in decent shape and when sober he can be quite athletic - like, but overall, he’s doing his best to find a way back home.
in a list of people tim wants not to run into in this new world , the trenchcoats would be the top three ( doctor occult got a pass , because he was cool & didn’t scar tim for life ) . and yet , here he is , encountering fucking john constantine ( he still can’t believe he thought the guy was cool when they first met ) in a park in new york city . “ no , ” he says petulantly . “ you don’t get to shoo me away just because you’re ‘ busy ’ , not after throwing me in the deep end and abandoning me to it . the least i deserve is a ‘ hey , how have you been since i showed you like two things about magic and then gave you zero support after that ’ . ” maybe unreasonable , when he doesn’t know for sure that this is the same man that did all that — he’s seen alternate realities where they never meet , this version of constantine could be from one of them — but he’s bottled up these feelings for a while & it’s about time he let them out .
𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 to find some peace and quiet in this dimension ? john did his best to keep to himself, claim some bench in the shade and work. but with a defined no, brown hues glanced up and was greeted with tim’s familiar features. it was a tricky question to ask if john felt guilty with what happened between the two ( for a man like him, guilt was just as familiar as melancholy, or wrath, there was very little that distinguished them ⸻ it was easier to numb it all together. ) tired bones straightened as john studied tim, he’s grown since john had last seen him, and seemed angrier than last ( remind you of anyone ? )
“ and yet you’re still standing. ” john commented, slowly taking a drag from his cigarette. he wasn’t about to take offence, it was rare that anything good came out from a world class sinner like him. john wasn’t a father - figure, never made a good mentor, and perhaps it was easier to blame tim’s naivety for the disappointment. to face any kind of demon was easier said than done, but take care of someone with a future like tim’s ? it was easier to run. john stretches to his full height, stomping on his dying cigarette with the tip of his boot. features stayed solemn, a weary glisten in his eye. the kid was right, it was the least he could do. “ how have you been, tim ? ”
eddie worked better at night, this was a proven fact, there were less people to worry about and more things that he could get done. it didn’t work well when he was a journalist and having to get things finished at a timely manner. he had been out of the game for so long it had felt like he didn’t know how to write words anymore. he’s just gotten out of one of the many court cases he would be attending today that was open to the public, the rest court case was someone that he and venom had stopped and while he had wanted to play it through he knew that the conviction would be an even sweeter gig. he’s grabbing his cigarettes out of his pocket, when he asks about a lighter he’s quickly shut down, an amused smile plays on his lips before reiterating, “look i have no answers, i’m just a man, standing in front of a complete and total stranger asking for his lighter.”
𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 that the guy was a little strange. something in his aura was off, unquestionably, but john watched with faithful hues as the stranger asked for a lighter. so oddly charmed by the situation, john blinked himself back to life. a low exhale released the cigarette smoke that was caught in his breath, what a strange man. “ swept off my feet with that performance, really. ” john mused with a ghost of a smirk. realisation finally kicked in as john shoved one hand in his pocket, the other with his cigarette squished between two fingers pointing at the male, “ you’re that journalist guy in this dimension’s paper, uhh ⸻ parker, right ? ” he asked quizzically. “ look, i don’t have a lighter on me mate, but- ” a snap of his fingers and a small spark ignites, “ next best thing. ”
SHE’S UNFAZED BY HIS dismissive attitude for it’s who he is and zatanna constantly questions how she’s put up with it for so long . the magician rolls her eyes , taking a seat across from him regardless . “ someone’s not a morning person , ” she playfully tuts , taking a sip of her coffee . “ your people skills could use a little bit of work . ” hand reaches over to pluck the stray piece of paper on his side of the table . “ interesting … ” looks up . “ i could’ve sworn i left this at the sanctum last night . ”
“ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 ? ” john grumbled in response, yet there was a growing coy smile at the sight of zatanna. very few could tolerate john, and there were few that john tolerated back. shoulders rolled into a more relaxed state ( was he ever relaxed ? a symptom of being a dead man walking. ) the blonde gave a light scoff. “ no thanks, i’d rather play poker with the damned. ” another sip of his own tea. “ a buddy of mine gave it to me, ” not necessarily true, but he had been at the sanctum. “ thought it might lead us somewhere. ”
@stdivine ––– THE SANCTUM // “ IF YOU WANT TO borrow the book , you could just ask , ” stephen comments without looking up from his book . as appreciative as he is with the other’s help , he’ll let it remain unspoken . “ so is your coat sentient or ? it just never seems to leave your sight . ”
“ 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 . . . 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑. ” john lied through his teeth, but there was a quiet sigh of relief ⸻ no need to for a grand attempt to steal it before he left. eyebrows knitted quizzically, “ sentient ?? sure, it’s good english taliorin’ and somewhat demonic. ” eyes fall upon stephen’s own cape, “ yours’ just apart of the magician’s uniform, or ?? ”
“ this looks bad . . . “ teddy steps back , hands rising up in the air and a look of shock on his features . “ really bad . but . . . “ another pause . “ it’s not what you think , i swear . “ teddy really wasn’t stealing although it sure did look like it . and the look of guilt on his features didn’t help the situation at all . “ i was actually returning it . “
𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄. rules were in place to be broken, and they made it their unofficial duty to prove it. standing adjacent to the other, john concealed a stolen grimoire underneath their trench coat. ❛ does it look like i give a shit, kid ? ❜ they spoke, uninterested, ❛ you’re doin’ a real bad job at it ⸻ it’s all ‘bout deny, deny, deny. ❜
𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍, rarely showing his complexion during the day only to face the demons at night. it almost felt hypocritical for him to be sitting here ⸻ a concoction of tea and whiskey in one hand, a burning cigarette in between his fingers, and his newest ( stolen ) research in the other. everything balanced with holy dedication. john had become quickly tired of this new world, and if he had to hear about that goddamn rogers the musical one more time⸻ ❛ look, love. if you’ve got an answer to everyone’s problems or something strong to drink, ❜ john spoke without glancing up, ❛ kindly bugger off. i’m busy. ❜
disguising her godly abilities became a burden throughout time. though diana could understand the importance of doing so , it didn’t make it any less tiresome . . . especially in times of distress. though the incident wasn’t comparable to the monumental feats wonder woman faced it was still impressive that a seemingly mortal woman was able to prevent a car from pummeling into a bystander. diana lowered her forearm to reveal the dent formed on the grill of the car , but her concern for the victim took priority. ❛❛ please tell me you’re alright. do you need me to carry you ? ❜❜
his head is all over the place. deep in thought with theories about the new dimension he found himself stuck in. brown eyes were almost glass - like, his feet taking full control and leading the rest of john’s body to nowhere in particular ( his subconscious, desperate, for a strong drink ). one wrong step of his boot, john found himself caught on the other side of the ever familiar diana prince, a saint in all of her glory ⸻ constantine was one lucky bastard.
❛ ‘ello, princess. i was wonderin’ when you were going to show up, ❜ he spoke fondly, stretching his long limbs to stand at his full height. ❛ i’m fine, d’you often offer a free lift to every person you save or am i just special ? ❜ john spoke, cigarette immediately placed in between his lips and lit with a snap of a finger.
“sorry, i – do you mind??” grinning a bit sheepishly, steve held up the pencil clutched between fingers, sketchbook opened to a fresh page. “i’ve been drawing mostly trees and other scenery today, so i figured it might be worth a shot to ask for an actual subject.”
in the midst of a finishing a cigarette, john glanced up with a raised eyebrow. ❛ yeah, alright ⸻ not the first time someone’s asked if i could be one of their french girls for a drawing. ❜ they spoke, cigarette butt stomped underneath their boot and instantly replaced with another, ❛ d’you want me to just sit still and look pretty or what ?? ❜
