My Name: John Pope, go by Pope; do not call me John or Johnny

My Personality:

I was an infamous asshole in my canon, but I've calmed down a lot after becoming the resident chef of Winrey Place; now the role fits like an old glove. I'll be honest, sometimes the weird shit gets to me, but you'll still always find me in the middle of it, gettin' my hands dirty and stickin' it out. I've got this sorta…longsuffering attitude, I guess you could say; it kinda comes with the Daddy instinct. If you're one of my people, I'll always be there with some good food and a side of cuddles.

My Birthday:

January 5th, 1987

Species/Cultural Identity:

Human

My Gender Orientation:

Demiguy, He/Him

My Sexuality:

I’m demisexual with a bit of grey

My Disabilities/Conditions:

Autistic, PTSD

Physical Description:

I stand at about 5'11", with a softer build and what some have affectionately dubbed a beer belly. My eyes are green or brown depending on the lighting, and my wavy brown hair hits about chin-level when I don't have it pulled back. My skin's a light beige, probably from all that time I spent outdoors in canon. I'm not exactly the picture of athleticism, but aside from the belly, I'd say I'm pretty tough.

Lav also says I gotta list my tattoos so here you go:

My Relationships:

My girlfriends are Lav, Mel, and Sara. My boyfriends are Lav and Liam. I’m passionate friends with Damien, Logan, Jack, and occasionally Howlett.

My Hobbies/Interests:

I’m a certified chef, and you can always find me in the kitchen. I’m also a decent grease monkey and demolitions expert.

My Canon Backstory:

My childhood wasn't the greatest, between an angry alcoholic father and a mean dim-witted brother. I dropped out of high school to work a string of blue-collar jobs and eventually married the mother of my two children. At some point (canon's fuzzy on the timeline), we divorced, and she moved the kids down to Florida.

Things really went south when some asshole almost ran over my son, and in a blind rage, I accidentally killed him. Went to prison for about five years for manslaughter (during which time I got certified in the culinary arts). Then the [alien] invasion happened, which I declared was the best thing that ever happened to me (second-best now that I've bonded with the girls). I started a small gang with my brother and got by fine for a while, killing aliens and scavenging for supplies.

Then the 2nd Mass [the 2nd Massachussets Militia Regiment] showed up with their shiny .50 cal machine gun, and I decided to kidnap a few of their people to hold for ransom. Things didn't go as planned, and I ended up becoming their prisoner. Fortunately, my skills at cooking and weapons tech made me a valuable asset, and over time, I became a grudging and unpopular but useful part of the team, making a place for myself with running my group of Berserkers. My personal canon leads all the way up to where the 2nd Mass landed in Charleston, and that's where things diverged. I have exomemories of things after up until Sara's death in canon. Everything after that is decidedly not me.

My Bond Backstory:

When Mel was about 15 years old, she wrote a fanfic [self]shipping a version of herself with me. Then in 2020, while Lav and Mel were organizing her old writing papers, Mel ended up reading that exact fanfic. As she did, all her old feelings about me came to the surface. I felt pulled to her from my universe, and I just…walked right in. I was a bit of a handful to begin with, but gradually, they won me over like a stray cat and "tamed me" into becoming the man I am today.