J'onn J'onzz

Name: J’onn J’onzz / The Martian Manhunter
Series: Justice League (animated)
Age: 500+
Job: Telepath for the Mute
Canon: Following the realization that Superman alone could not defend Earth from all its many trials and tribulations, a small but fiercely capable group of superheroes from around the globe gathered together to fight against an alien invasion. Their teamwork and victory against all odds inspired these new super friends to form a Justice League, where they could watch over the planet and keep it safe from harm’s way together. Learning to play nice and keep a handle on things followed, a feat far more impressive than it sounds given the members’ super-sized egos.

J’onn J’onzz, a telepathic shapeshifter originally from the planet Mars, is the very last living Martian. Having relocated to Earth following the defeat of the initial invaders, he has found much comfort in his new-found family and in Oreos, his favorite food. A normally calm and rational man, J’onn tends to think before he acts and reflects often. This tends to make it difficult, though not impossible, to get a rise out of him. Coming to grips with the death of his entire race has been a hurdle he still isn’t fully over, but every superhero is allowed a family-related hang up or two. Just ask Batman.

App:

Greetings to you all. My name is J’onn J’onzz. I have been asked to speak here, to the citizens of your camp on the behalf of those without speech capabilities of their own. As with the notice, the letter sent to me alongside this seashell locket and three-day contract requested that I loan my voice amiably. Such a strong desire for help I cannot turn down. And, to have had so many denizens here look to me in particular, it is indeed an honor to be here.

Now, to those who have signed on for my aid as per the contract, please allow me to address some of your groups personally . There is not time enough to speak to everyone on the personal level just yet. Firstly, to those who have recently suffered losses: I am afraid that I cannot ‘give voice’ to any who have departed this life. It is not an easy question to be asked, and it is not my intention to leave you in the lurch. Such a feat is … impossible. There is no way to speak to the dead. No manner of board or crystal will change what has already been done. You have my sincere apologies.

... Ah, I see. It would appear I have been misinformed. It is the undead who desire my services. Yes... your thoughts are both simple and pure. Knowledge sought may become knowledge gained. Perhaps these brains you seek shall sate some of your hunger. I wish you luck in your endeavors.

Now, for the rest of you. For one’s mind to be read, one must first have a mind of their own, The sentient I will gladly receive. But, and I fear this must be repeated to be understood by you all, walls will never speak even through me. They simply have no thoughts to lay bare. At least, such is normal for buildings. Strange, that these walls manage to emanate feelings... Sore and filled with a tension unresolved. The psychic powers in this camp are great indeed.

Or perhaps I have unfairly judged your culture and mistaken your kindnesses. I am a guest here, and it is rude of me to presume anything. There is much to see in this world, and already I have seen much more here than I ever anticipated. Allow me to make up for misdeeds past and to prolong our good relations with one of your own. Miss Marcy, allow me to address you whose heart is breaking and whose passion is known by all. It would do me great honor to seat you as my guest so that we may become acquainted as emissaries ought. I find that a snack is useful to help break the ice. I have discovered as well that, even without a mind to read, milk has a favorite cookie. Friends, for myself and this great lady, and for yourselves as well please listen. We need Oreos, and we need them as soon as possible.




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