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name; katarina swiss lozier
age; twenty-two
crush; dean
relationship status; single
tagged; anyone

A sticky, crimson substance clung to my hand as I drove away from a case I just solved. Salty tears burned my cheeks as I remembered the little boy who watched his mother get her heart cut out by a werewolf because I arrived a few minutes late. His cries stung my ears as it rang repeatedly. I managed to drop him off at his grandmother's house, but I knew I could never take away the traumatic images he had to witness. Shaking the thought away I focused on the long, winding road ahead of me. The blood staining my hand was starting to dry. However, I haven't had a time to wash them making today that much more haunting. The engine of my ruby red corvette rumbling as I pressed the gas a bit took me back to reality.

I planned on meeting up with a couple other hunters and possibly even the Winchester brothers. Something supernatural and abnormal was going on with the world. Case after case I've found only more evil consuming the world. Plus I was hoping to meet up with the Winchesters who are old friends of mine. A quirky smile arrived on my face as I turned left onto the road my GPS told me. The smile soon faded as memories of my past reintroduced themselves to me. My electric blue eyes became clouded with grief as I remembered things I try so desperately to forget.

[floki,]

Sam only swam into consciousness very briefly, and only to scream out in agonizing pain. It felt like he was being ripped into pieces, tortured, like hell all over again. Flashes of Deans face came into Sams vision, he could hear his name. He could hear Cas' name. But it was all being drowned out, by his innards being let on fire. His blood being quite literally boiled, Sam just wanted to die now. Just let him die, to make the pain go away. "Let me die!" He shouted out, to whoever- whatever was doing this to him.

currently not feeling well to code that much. meh. :c

Dean glanced down at his brother who was struggling. The pain he must be going through hurt Dean himself. It hurt him for he knew there was really nothing he could do to help him. Dean grabbed Sam's arm gently and looked at him. "It is going to be okay." he said in a rough voice. "You will not die, and I won't let you either." His eyes looked back up at the sky, and he winced. So much pain was around him. Angels falling, and now his brother dying seemed to be too much for this poor fellow. Suddenly there was a loud crash and he glanced over to see an angel fall beside them. His heart began to throb and her gripped Sam even harder. "Stay with me, we'll find help." he spoke.

[Cayla]

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After what seemed like countless minutes of driving 'I decided to, out of all odds, to pull over and get my mind straight. I started to slow down as a small building came to view. I was hard to see in night given their were not many lamps posts or sources of light around, though in the light provided , the figure of the roof raised high in the shape of a crucifix must have been an abandon church . As I approached the ,what looked more like a graveyard then church , I decided to crash at the back of the building for obvious reasons. There were still many angels falling, and it seemed like it would never end. The car stopped which a blare and a blast from the overused engines. I sighed and lay back on my cars seat, putting my legs on the dashboard in boredom. Suddenly there a large flash of light which shot over the car. I pulled myself up and gazed out the front windshield but was blown back into my seat as a large force hit the ground. I waited for a second before getting out my car and casually walking towards the front of the church, which seemed to be where the force came from

[duckworth]

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ＡＫＡ Flick, and only Flick
ＳＰＥＣＩＥＳ husky skinwalker
ＡＬＬＥＧＩＡＮＣＥ none, but morally good
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ＴＡＧＳ Lamia (mentioned), Dean, Sam
ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ church
ＭＯＯＤ confused, concerned
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ｄｏ ｎｏｔ ｗａｉｔ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｌａｓｔ ｊｕｄｇｍｅｎｔ． ｉｔ ｃｏｍｅｓ ｅｖｅｒｙ ｄａｙ．

Ｆlick couldn't exactly say that she had been expecting the sky to begin falling. In fact, it came as a rather huge surprise, considering it wasn't every day that stars began streaking towards the earth. Feeling rather disturbed that the ground was shaking and the sky was crying, Flick gazed up at the clouds, her canine intuition kicking into overdrive. The sky itself is falling apart. The angels are falling, Flick let out a soft breath, so heavy, so laden with future pain. Her feet were already sore, her shoulders already heavy, but Flick could feel any energy she had left gradually drain out of her, burning like the wings and souls on fire, tumbling out of the heavens themselves.
indentShe had been travelling on the road for a while now, her dark and stormy gaze constantly trained on the horizon. Her clothes were beginning to become more than mildly battered, her mellow pink tee shirt now a bit scratched and ripped in areas. One tear near her shoulder revealed a black sports bra, the same color as her equally worn leggings and casual sneakers. Her wild tangle of curly waves was tied up and out of her face in a messy ponytail, although a few strands of baby hair found themselves hanging in front of her murky hazel gaze. Despite her tired, haggard appearance, Flick retained the sort of elegance and grace that was a bit animalistic, the regality and nobility of a lone wolf. This was due to her canine connections, she liked to refer to it as, considering Flick was a skinwalker, switching from husky to human from willingly. For now, she was a human. For her purposes, Flick was a twenty-something girl just wandering along the dusty road. At least, until the sky caved in on itself.
indentAfter the ground steadied a bit more, Flick began to walk faster, maintaining her balance rather skillfully. She ended up smoothly transitioning into her dog form when an angel fell to the earth near what Flick assumed was a church. Flick travelled faster as a dog; her four legs helped to speed things up considerably.
indentRunning with long strides, Flick carried herself as quickly as she could to the source of the crash. As she neared the building, following the trail of the huge blast of light, Flick saw a girl walking towards the front of the church, so casual and mild in her stance. Smelling the air, Flick realized it was a demon, not a regular girl. Letting out a low growl, Flick stayed close to the ground, slinking through the shadows so that the demon might not see her. Flick had never met a friendly demon, despite being a generally "good" monster herself, but she could never be sure. Instead, Flick sprinted to the back of the church to try and enter it, wriggling through a gap, splinters from the broken wood combing through her black fur.
indentFlick saw the angel that had fallen into the church. It had ended up next to two bloodied adult men, one lying on the ground and screaming something suicidal. He looked to be in horrible condition, but something about him, as well as the male kneeling next to him, made Flick's memory stir. They seemed familiar. Flick was sure they'd never met before, as she would've recognized their scent, but they looked like descriptions she had heard about. Are they...? They couldn't possibly be... the Winchester brothers? The brother Flick vaguely recognized as Dean was panicking over Sam, his broken younger sibling who looked to be in extreme agony. The yells pierced her sensitive ears, making Flick press them flat against her furry head. Steely blue husky eyes viewed the scene, from the fallen angel to the two hunter brothers. She could smell the pain, taste the blood in the air, the sweat, feel the horror seeping from the people inside of the church. She felt an overwhelming sense of pity for the Winchester brothers, making her let out a low, keening whine. Immediately regretting emitting such a noise, she let out an indignant sort of warble in the back of her throat, shaking her black and white head, hoping Dean was too busy grieving over his brother's pain to have heard her. How did Sam even get in this state? And why are the angels falling? Flick wondered to herself, dog eyes narrowed in confusion with a touch of concern.

Oh god. xD I officially have no idea what I'm doing.

[Archangel.]

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✞ мαℓє -|- αиgєℓ -|- αgє υикиσωи -|- ѕιиgℓє

Castiel was shaken,he was as close to a solution to a problem as everyone else was. And unfortunately without his grace he didn't even know if he could try and find out himself. I should try to contact the Winchesters again He looked back to Nuriel and nodded, "I will try with all my ability to restore Heaven, and all our brothers." Though personally Castiel didn't know if he was up to the challenge, he certainly needed plan though nothing spurred into his mind. He thought of contacting the Winchesters, but had absolutely no idea the state Sam was in, after the first two trials he started to look substantially weaker. He wouldn't....No Castiel tried to reassure himself about Sam and Dean but still had a poor taste in his mouth about their well-being. It was chaos and he was in no position to be a leader of any sorts, personally he just wished to dissipate, eradicating all of his pain and emotions. Though he forced himself to look beyond his selfish needs and try to focus on all the other angels, still lost and confused, still without vessels. There needed to be some sort of resolution, some organization to the mess that was brought about by Metatron. He looked back over to Nuriel and continued, "But before we do anything I must," He looked down in shame and continued, "I must get provisions, and sleep." Being an angel, he was not used to eating sleeping, or any kind of human necessity. He was still 'weak in the knees' so to speak, and could barely stand with his weak state.

[laf]

"There's a motel about five miles down. I've already got a room, you can use it if you want." Reagan speaks before the other angel or the reaper can. The hunter is acutely aware that she is heavily outmatched in the group standing there. An angel is an angel, grace or not, and that reaper is one Reagan doesn't care to make eye contact with. She knows that angels don't need to conform to the human needs, but one without what makes it an angel may have to. Castiel looks as if he's about to drop on the ground from exhaustion and Reagan can't help but feel some sympathy for the man. To be the one blamed for the fall of thousands upon thousands of angels has to be a sickening feeling. Whether Nuriel decides to tag along or not is another issue, but one Reagan doesn't find to be pressing. He is an angel with he grace, one of the few left in the world. He can certainly take care of himself if he needs to.

[pennywise;]

faceclaim: Ben Barnes.

|| Basics ||

• Name •
"All my life they let me know
How far I would not go
But inside the beast still grows
Chewing through the ropes

Who are you to change this world?
Silly Boy!
No one needs to hear your words.
Let it go."

Vincent Ramon Kane.

• Age •
one hundred and ninety one.

• Birth Date •
January 27, 1823.

• Species •
demon.

|| Appearance ||

• Hair Color •
dark brown.

• Eye Color •
hazel.

• Height •
six feet and two inches tall.

• body modifications •
arm. chest.

• Strengths •
clever. fast. strong. cautious.

• Weaknesses •
arrogant. cowardly. weak ankles.

|| Personal ||

"Carnivore! Carnivore!
Won't you come digest me?
Take away everything I am.
Bring it to an end.
Carnivore! Carnivore!
Could you come and change me?
Take away everything I am.
Everything I am.

I will hide myself below
I'll be what you wanted
Kept inside I won't let go
'Till I burn beyond control"

• Sexuality •
asexual.

• Personality •
Vincent is calm and collect in most situations he faces.
He knows how to handle a situation fairly easily, until
it gets out of control, in which he will in most cases
flee to safety. He isn't stupid, nor does he want to
be sent back to Hell, where he can rot for another
hundred or so years. Unfortunately Vincent is easily
manipulated into doing things for others if they talk
to him in just the right way. He's a sucker for a kiss-up.

Vincent was born a normal human who lived a normal
life up until he had turned eighteen, when he was drafted for war
where he perished. He doesn't remember which war exactly-
there have been so many over the ages. He could careless about
his human life anyways. Life truly began for Vincent when he died
and went to Hell, where he was tortured for what felt like eternity.
It was right on the fiftieth year of bone-crushing and flesh-tearing
punishment that he was made an offer from some demoness, who
he had sometime ago surpassed. He snatched at the offer to
disembowel another human rather than to suffer through another
day of his penance. He was a promising demon in the making.
Soon Vincent evolved into a new being- a hellspawn who was
now doing the dirty-work for other demons who ranked above
him. It wasn't the classiest job ever, not until he became a
crossroads demon. That was when the real fun began, now he
was more or less his own boss and could do what he wanted.


• Likes •
cold, winter, tattoos, piercings,
reading, classical, Mexican food,
mythology, accents, foreign languages,
skateboarding, jogging, cats, ferrets.

• Dislikes •
excessive heat, Chinese food, milk, meat,
being a pushover, dogs, poor eyesight,
being bored, cigarettes, alcohol, cheese,
being smelly, briefs, pigtails, worms.

• Phobias/ Fears •
large bodies of water. heights.

faceclaim: Milla Jovovich.

|| Basics ||

• Name •
"Morningstar, oh shine
onto the visage of mine
Cast a warm light
onto my frightening face
Tell me I'm not alone-
Ugly, you are ugly.

I went alone in the night
The late birds no longer sang
I saw children of the sun in the throng so
I cried into the starry heavens."

Natalie Ida Kruger.

• Age •
ninety-nine but looks somewhere in her mid-twenties.

• Birth Date •
March 3, 1915.

• Species •
vampire.

|| Appearance ||

• Hair Color •
naturally bleach blonde but dyed light brown.

• Eye Color •
blue.

• Height •
five feet and seven inches.

• Body modifications •
ear piercings. tongue piercing.tatoo.

• Strengths •
Observant. Clever.
Multilingual. Fighter.

• Weaknesses •
Quick tempered. Blind in right eye.
Bit of a drunk. Lacks desire.

|| Personal ||

"Morgenstern ach scheine
auf die Seele meine
Wirf ein warmes Licht
auf ein Herz das bricht
Sag ihr dass ich weine
Denn du, du bist hässlich
Du bist einfach hässlich
Der Mensch ist doch ein Augentier
Schöne Dinge wünsch' ich mir
Doch du, du bist nicht schön, nein

Morgenstern ach scheine
auf die Liebste meine
Wirf ein warmes Licht
auf ihr Ungesicht
Sag ihr sie ist nicht alleine."

• Sexuality •
heterosexual.

• Personality •
Natalie is truly something to behold.
There is not another person on the planet
with a demeanor like hers. She's fiery and bold,
not putting up with any guff from anyone, no
matter their status. She acts more like a man
than a lady, belching and drinking and just not
caring about anything. She's hard to control and
even harder to get along with. She only looks out
for herself and for those she's close to. Which is
a hard thing to do, Natalie isn't very open and
accepting to others, even if they've given her no
reason to be distrusting. She's just very cautious
of anyone that tries to emotionally connect with her.
That just isn't her type of relationship, not anymore.
Born to a small, poor family in Germany Natalie
never had a very exciting life, not until she was considered
a young woman at least. When that time arose she
became a sought after prize, which she relished in. She
loved the idea of being wanted, needed by others. It
showered her with a sense of purpose in a town that gave
her nothing else. It seemed to spark a rebellious fire in her
core, encouraging her to go out and party and do the things
she knew she ought not do. In fact it was after a night of heavy
dancing and swaying masses that she met a very unique young
soldier with a keen eye for her. She didn't know what happened
after her eyes met his strange, pale green ones. All was a blur.
She simply awoke to a throbbing pain in her neck and a burning
thirst in her throat that demanded be sated by nothing other than
blood- the blood of her own unwilling family. After she awoke from
her binge, Natalie fled the country, running to America to escape
the consequences of her sins, knowing she could never return.


• Likes •
Drinking. Music. Concerts. Leather.
Parties. Being in charge. Dancing.
Men. Going out. Smoking. Sleeping.
Staring at the stars. Parties. Blood.
Having friends. Warm weather. Traveling.

• Dislikes •
Hangovers. "Healthy food." Nature. Fire.
Overbearing men. Not getting her way.
Children. Ex-Lovers. Being ignored. Cold.
People staring at her blind eye. Feeling left out.

• Phobias/ Fears •
Pyrophobia- Fear of fire.

[pennywise;]

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[ in front of a diner ‡ with --- ]

Staring up at the gaping sky, which had previously bled tears in the form of Heaven's own children, Vincent couldn't help but grin with dark satisfaction. He flashed almost his entire set of teeth in a smile that spread from ear to ear. One could see the sadistic gleam of pleasure in his dual-toned irises. The angels had fallen. All of those loathsome, feathered fools had plummeted from the celestial gates and were either dead or drastically weakened, and stranded in a place that was horribly unfamiliar.
Now it was the demons' turn to grab earth by the reigns and take charge of her. This was their turn to be the top dogs. Angels were now royally screwed and there was n͉o̜͈̜̞̱͢t̷̬̭͔̩h̭̲͕̱̦ͅi͇̼̤̮̞͎n̖͙g̗̣̟̪̖̻ they could do about it.
A giggle rippled past the crossroad demon's lips and he did a wonky little dance of delight in the middle of a rundown diner parking lot. His typically calm demeanor had melted away to reveal a devilish imp just waiting to stir up some mayhem. Vincent was sure he looked utterly mad but that was something he truly could care less about. Hell, it wouldn't matter soon enough..
Tilting his head to the left, Vincent's piercing eyes flickered red. Oh. He was being summoned~ How delightful, he mused with a chortle. Who was going to make their first deal of the new demonic era? He vanished in eager excitement to greet his newest ten year victim.

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[ motel room ↣ with a victim ]

Well, here she was again, standing alone in a trashy, cheap motel room with scarlet lifeblood dripping from her lips down to her fingertips. Her currently glazed eyes slowly studied the room, scanning the hand prints and splatter marks painted across the walls in dichromatic tones. Natalie's slim shoulders slumped and she collapsed onto the queen-sized bed, landing in a pooling lake of blood from the stiff beside her. She breathed out a groan and turned to look at the body beside her. Ew. He was old: a forty-something year old. How did that slip by her? Geez, even when she was at her lowest she still had some sort of standards.. Whatever..
Natalie rubbed her forehead with her wrist, trying not to stain her face with anymore blood than was already there. She then turned her head to look at the blank, lifeless brown eyes of the businessman beside her. "How did I end up here again..?" she almost whined to the dead body, growing tired of her constantly ebbing hunger. No matter how hard she tried to avoid touching the stuff, she just couldn't stop herself..
Releasing an annoyed hiss from between her teeth, Natalie ripped her nails down the bedsheets and pulled herself up. Get a grip, she thought lamely to herself as she forced herself to stand once more. She looked down at her clothes, seeing how completely ruined they were now due to the blood's coagulation. Great. Natalie slapped her palm against her forehead in frustration. "Motherf--!" the vampire cut herself off mid-screech, trying to avoid causing a disturbance. She let out a shaky growl as she clenched her fists together. She had forgotten to grab a change of clothes. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Natalie ran her tongue across her teeth and created a smacking sound as she looked at the dead body in front of her. She cringed and stamped her foot down on the grungy, brown carpet. She knew what she had to do. Slowly she stepped towards him, seeing how only his sports jacket and slacks had been soiled by his own life force. The rest of his clothing was for the most part unscathed. She wasn't sure how she had managed that, given just about every other inch of the room was absolutely covered in hues of scarlet. Well, beggars can't be choosers..

[Maxxika]

⇢ nuriel ⇢ male ⇢ angel-seraph ⇢ with reagan, castiel and kacey

"You had better not try to kill him." Nuriel growled unpleasantly toward the reaper. He was not in the mood to deal with real fights. He had a family to take care of, look out for. Someone like her getting in the way was only going to make matters worse for him. Especially when she had her eye on Castiel. The angel didn't believe her lack of intention to kill him. She was a reaper, they killed, it's what they did. With Castiel weak and human he would be so easy to kill. Any normal human could kill him, and that concerned Nuriel greatly. He may be the only one who could possibly fix things, and yet he was one of the most vulnerable. Nuriel glanced between the reaper, the hunter, and Castiel. A frown crossed his face and he shook his head a bit. "I did not come to tell you to fix it. Not on your own. But you must play some part in fixing your own mistake." He said to the former angel, moving between him and the reaper intentionally. "We can fix this problem, together. I do not believe you or I could manage it alone." He attempted, although poorly, to bring optimism to his tone. That they could fix it. But it came through so clearly, he was just as much trying to convince himself of possible success as he was Castiel.

For a moment he turned his gaze to the hunter again, giving a bit of a nod. "You are really human now... How does that feel?" He commented toward Castiel in some interest and curiosity, although didn't wait for an answer. "It would be best within all of our interest to be sure you are well rested and fed. Her room may be your best and safest option. I will stay close, our brothers are coming for you. And they do not seem so understanding." He said with some trust in the hunter. She hadn't yet tried to kill him. He hadn't lifted a hand to threaten her, and she hadn't to him. For the moment she was what they had anyways, she had a room nearby and Castiel needed one. It seemed the simplest option, and the quickest.

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name; carolina willow
age; twenty one years
birthdate; august first
job; supernatural hunter

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birthplace ; new york city
parents ; deceased, killed.
family ; only child, orphan.
status ; single\uninterested.

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eyes; light green
height; 5'5 [feet]
weight ; 120 lbs.

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holds a grudge
sarcastic at times
easily angered.

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wow so crappiest form ever, but whatever.

name ; chase hayes

age ; the 'meat suit' is twenty two, the demon is two hundred.

gender ; both the demon and host associate as male.

+traits ; not many, but...determined and logical.

-traits ; too many to list. sarcastic, violent, murderous.

height ; six feet, two inches.

weight ; one hundred eighty pounds.