Jon Webb's Journal

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Name: Panther Illmantrim
Age: 23
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Character Information
Name:Jon Webb
Age: 33
Fandom: Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose
Occupation: grave keeper for whatever cemetery is there
Housing: one bedroom
Point In Fandom Taken From: sadly, before the quote that makes up his user name. He’s from after the Witch Key storyline.
Brief History: Jon got his powers from car crash that killed his girlfriend. He is able to speak to, make corporeal, and interact with the dead. After the crash, he became the keeper of a nearly abandoned graveyard that also served as his home. He lived peacefully there, befriending the dead there. His life was turned upside down when a woman with bright red hair burst into his life, sword in hand. It was love at first sight. He helped her in that fight, and in many fights after that.

Though he’d been using the Skeleton Man persona to scare away vandals and scavengers, Jon soon became a (rather ineffective) pseudo-sidekick to Tarot. Though he has saved her life a few times, more often than not he is the one who is being rescued. It is a common occurrence for him to be drunk, incapacitated, and then be molested by fairies, trolls, or whatever magical creature is closest.

Though he is often the least effective person in the fight, given proper motivation, Jon can do things far beyond what a normal person can. His love for Tarot is the main fuel for his life, and when she is in danger, or her perceives a need, he can outrun a herd of dragons, beat down an evil drow sorcerer, and stand up to enemies that would normally eat him like an appetizer.

Recently, he proposed to Tarot, after taking her, her sister, and her mother to Hawaii. She turned him down, saying that she didn’t want Jon to be a part of the danger of her life, and that his being her husband would only bring him sadness in the end. Though he disagreed, he eventually came to terms with this, and has not pressed the subject since.

His graveyard was once taken over by an evil wraith, which resulted in his getting smacked down quite a bit. It was a distraction sent by the drow who he’d beaten for Tarot (simultaneously, Tarot was attacked, and due to a malignant magical wound, she was made sterile, though Jon doesn’t know this). He spent a lot of time healing, helped by a coven of baked good based witches.

He not only beat the wraith, but he dove down in hell to rescue the ghost of his girlfriend, and not only freed her, but at least a thousand other souls. Since then he’s taken a bit of a vacation, working on his video game skills.

PB: Chris Pratt

Writing Sample
Jon stood on the threshold of Tarot's room, watching her sleep. Though he was always welcome, he sometimes felt so apart from her. Not only had she spurned his proposal, but now she was keeping something from him. He could feel it, though he didn't know what it was. Though he lacked the intuition powers that she had, he knew a secret when he saw one. It hurt, in a way, knowing there was that barrier there.

He shook his head, padding to the bathroom. He splashed water on his face, running his wet fingers through his curly hair. He studied his face in the mirror, wiping off with a towel. His steps were silent on the elegant tiles, the warm stone walls under his fingers feeling smooth, but textured.

This wasn't his world, he was only a guest. Only here by Tarot's grace. He loved her, but being separate like that hurt.

He heard her before he felt her. She moved slowly, but she made noise. He put out a hand, groping blind in the dark after the light of the bathroom. She took his hand, and pulled him close. "Sorry if I woke you up. Bathroom." His voice was sheepish.

She laughed softly, and kissed him. His heart felt as though it would melt. "It's alright. Come back to bed, though." He followed, smiling softly in the darkness.