Johnathan Crass

Nona Crass (foster mother, deceased)

Alejandro Valdez (son)

Johnathan "Johnny" Crass is a metahuman mercenary, working for all manner of crime lords as a hitman, bodyguard, and enforcer, often under the alias "Charon". Despite being a capable and experienced killer, Johnny is not bereft of scruples. While not a figure of great prominence, Charon is known in certain underworld circles as a competent gun for hire.

## Biography

Born Johnathan Muse on November 3rd 1992, Crass was always meant to be damned. His first act upon exiting the womb was the death of his mother, who passed during child-birth. Foreshadowing at it’s finest. Due to a lack of other family, John was put into the foster system, which landed him in the Crass family. He had a good life there, a clean life, until he was just about thirteen. John walked in on his father, Jeremy, shedding a tear over his adoptive mother’s body. She’d died via a gunshot wound to the head, clean and quick. Jeremy saw John and hugged him, carrying him away from the sight. However, that sight always haunted him. It always would.

It turned out that some old demons from Jeremy’s past had come up and murdered his mother, as revenge for Jeremy’s last act before retirement. Now, to be clear, Jeremy planned to hunt down the people who did this, but he couldn’t really leave John all alone. So, a fucked mentality and an even more fucked life led to Jeremy simply taking John with him.

On the road, John began to pick up quite a bit. He learned how to keep under the radar when you were on the move, how to hotwire a car, how to pick a lock and more. He simply watched, though he loathed life on the road for a time. Then, he turned fifteen, and they still hadn’t found his mother’s killers. Leads had dried up a bit ago, about a couple months, and it was taking a toll on Jeremy. John had just been beginning to enjoy life on the road when he saw the toll it was taking on his father. So, he made a choice. He decided he’d take up the search, take up his father’s work. He’d become what his dad needed, someone to avenge his mother.

After one very long conversation, Jeremy agreed that he was beginning to get a bit old to keep up what he was doing, but not only that, they’d become a bit strapped for cash. His adoptive father had spent most of their money on the road while they were searching for leads, so at this point they’d run dry in a bit. After that conversation, and a couple more hours of convincing, John had convinced his father to teach him all that he knew. To be clear at this point, his father was an ex-hitman. Now, Jeremy and John went back home, and Jeremy helped John learn as much as possible in as short a time as possible. In this time was also when he discovered an ability to manipulate metal, at least to some capacity. So for a couple years, his days consisted of training his body and honing his skills. By eighteen, he was moving out and after the people who’d done his mother in.

When Johnathan was alone, out and about across the country, he learned very quickly that this type of life suited him. He liked being on the road, always on the move. He never stayed in one place too long unless he had a lead, and after about a year, he finally caught wind of something. Another hit, just like the one that had happened with his own mother. An ex-hitman’s wife, shot through the head once, quick and clean. Johnathan had never driven faster than when he was heading there, and when he got there he was relieved. They’d cleaned up the scene at that point, but he still had other methods.

After another month of searching, John had an address. A condo, on the upper floors of a building. So he went, he knocked on the door, and the first person to open the door got a gun shoved down their throat. That was the plan at least. When he finally got to the door, he simply stared at it. For five minutes he stood there, silenced pistol in hand, just looking at the door handle. Then, he sank into rage. Rage over his lost mother, rage over what had happened to him along the way. He regretted nothing, but he was nineteen and about to B&E to likely kill whoever was inside this apartment. He stood outside for another ten minutes before he put away his weapon and walked away. That wasn’t the last time he’d be there though.

Later that day, when it was in the depths of the night, John returned. He picked the lock to the condo and moved through it, a wraith in the night. He swept the house and ended in the bedroom, where he found a lone man sleeping. With a silent elegance he moved back into the hall, taking a nearby picture and carefully removing the glass from the frame. Then, he whipped the picture down the hall as hard as he could, and he waited. When the man exited the room, gun raised, John didn’t hesitate. A fight ensued, and in the end John was the winner. While he didn’t have much experience, he did have the element of surprise, and after a quick gunshot to the knee the man surrendered quite quickly.

Johnathan questioned that man for about three hours, asking about his mother’s murder. He got the truth, that the man killed her as a job, and then he shot the man in the head. Just one shot, and he watched as the man slumped forward in the chair he was tied to. He thought about the road he’d taken to get here, and after a moment, he realized something. He was comfortable in this life. He didn’t feel regret as he treated this man just as his mother had been treated. As he looked on, he didn’t feel regret for any of the people he’d hurt along the way. On his way home, that was what Johnathan considered.

Crass worked a 9-5 when he was home, a stable job. He did that for about a year, he even made it through all the major holidays. However, he found himself missing the road. Missing the familiar feeling of a weapon in his hands, missing a clear objective in his life that wasn’t just ‘Finish this work day’. He found he needed to go, and when he told his father that, his father agreed. Johnathan had simply become a different person, he’d grown into what he had planned to do only once. So he did it more. He went into the world, armed with his various skills, and became a man for hire. Anything you wanted, so long as you had the money, Johnathan would handle it. Driver, hitman, damn if you wanted the most dangerous food run of your life, he was your man. That’s what he’s been doing. Making a name for himself under an alias in the most fucked circles possible, so when people hear the name “Charon,” they know to turn back. They know to run, lest they be shown the river.

## Physical Appearance

With a toned mesomorph body type, Johnathan is in peak condition. A salt and pepper beard, though admittedly more salt than pepper, fades upwards into light brown hair that is already moving towards greying as well. His eyes tend to hold an analytical look to them, as if every situation could go bad at any moment.

Clothing wise, Johnathan is always dressed to impress. He’s never seen in public unless it’s in something with at least a bit of professionalism to it. He simply prefers to be consistently looking at his best, or at least his average. It’s simply a preference. His clothing also always tends to be from the more expensive side of things, though he doesn’t seem to be concerned with them when he is working.

## Personality

Johnathan is one of those men that don’t talk much. If he’s spoken to he’ll respond, but other than that he prefers to watch in silence. It’s just how he’s always been. Of course there have been special cases, cases where Johnathan has gone out of his way to speak to someone, but that was mostly about business so it doesn’t really count.

Looking deeper into John’s personality, into how he feels about the jobs he commits to, truthfully enough he’s mostly indifferent. Rather, that’s how he comes across. He has his own opinions on what he does, but he sees his work as just another job to be done. He’s mastered the art of disconnecting his personal and work life, and though the two might intertwine at times (for example, a threat on his life when he’s at home), he still manages to show off an indifference towards most of what he’s instructed to do. For the right price, at least.

## Powers

Ferrokinesis - Jonathan can manipulate metal, to the extent where he can manipulate approximately the mass of a car at once.

## Skills

Lock Picking

Lying

Hand to Hand

Various forms of Weaponry

Driving

Etc. The typical skills that come with being a mercenary that does just about anything you need for the right amount of cash.