Kicking Demons in the Bollocks! (Constantine Plotter)

"It may be a new world luv, but it's still the same bloody wankers making noise. Pissed off spirits, all manner of demonic buggers, and other creepy crawlies living in the shadows. Demon has you down, sorceror giving you fits, or have a problem with something else that goes bump in the night? Give me a call. I'll kick it in the bollocks and send it back to whence it came. But don't count on us being mates once the fat lady had sung. I've a whole gaggle of ghosts already following me 'round. Call me friend and you may just end up added to unholy lot of 'em."



Allies:

Chaz isn’t kicking around this reality so having honest to goodness friends is not exactly something I can claim. I’ve worked with the costume crowd now and then, but the whole lot can bugger off far as I’m concerned. They are playing dress-up while the real work is done in the shadows. That said, there are a few of them I’ve managed to cooperate with once in a while.

Zatanna Zatara: Wish I could say that Zee was one of my nearest and dearest but truth is while we have history that is a lot murkier than most would assume. Being responsible for the séance that eventually did in her dad does not make for the most well adjusted relationship , but despite the ups and downs this is one bird I know I can go to if I ever need aid.

Batman: The man dresses like a flying rodent and slinks around in the shadows while perfecting his very best Clint Eastwood impersonation. Clearly, someone that unhinged and I should get along, but the bugger has this issue with killing and, well my path is a bloody one. Still, we’ve worked together on occasion, a begrudging respect kind of situation where the stoic badass has to acknowledge that things outside his precious science and logic exist. Can’t say he cares for my methods or the sacrifices I am willing to make, but if I ever need to call on him I’m sure I can come up with something better than a bloody nightlight in the clouds. Truthfully, he’ll need my help before I need his, but he hasn’t bloody well figured that out yet.

Oh and there are the ghosts. All the bloody ghosts. They follow me you see, haunting me because, well frankly I’m responsible for most of them being dead. I mean they may have been good blokes while still sucking air, but sometimes I just have to cut my losses. I’m always looking at the big picture and that means making the hard choices that the spandex brigade can’t or more specifically won’t. So while most of these spectral nuisances are haunting me in hopes of seeing me die a bloody death just as they did, they do on occasion help out…even if they don’t intend to.

Enemies:

Take your pick. Chances are if you are reading this you have a reason to want me six feet under too after all as we have already established I am not a good man. So if I have lied to, cheated, or stolen from you take a bloody number. Interdimensional fiends and hell-beasts have top billing when it comes to things that want me head on a plate. Demons, Demigods, Old Ones, and even bloody Angels would like to wear a fine hat made out of old John Constantine, but I’m sure I’ve annoyed some of the costume mob and even regular blokes into wanting to bring me to a violent end. If so, you can bloody well wait your turn.



Plots:

Constantine is right at home around the supernatural and considering the rising darkness from his home dimension seems to be just as active in the New World, he's more than willing to throw down with anything on the spooky side of the street. But old Con Job is still himself. He'll lie, cheat, steal, and use what and who he has to in order to get the job done. So be his friend at your own risk and don't be surprised when he makes the hard choices others can't.