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XName/Vessel: Brianna/Catherine Farrell
Nickname: Bri
Angel/Demon/Human?: Angel
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Doesn't have one
Crush: She is an Angel of the lord, she doesn't have time for silly crushes
History: Brianna is one of, is not the, youngest Angels. Her 'birth' was unexpected and not recorded in any of the holy scriptures or tablets. She was created young, around the human age of seven and was proclaimed to be the offspring of Castiel. A new tablet has come with the young angel, explaining her purpose. She was to be an upcoming archangel. With so many of the Angels dying out, many of the arch angels presumed dead or locked in a cage, Brianna was sent as an attempt to try and fill in the holes. Brianna is currently around the human age of 19, and is helping her father in any possible way. Wether it be with the Winchesters, or up in Heaven. Heaven is still waging battles, meaning the Arch angel in training spends most of her time with the Winchesters on Earth.
Personality: Brianna is rather human like, resembling Gabriel's spunky attitude. When not on official business Brianna is rather happy, uplifting, goofy, curious, and weird. However, the moment danger arrives, or she is needed for a mission her personality switches on a dime. She becomes cold, and ruthless.
Extra/Other: She dresses just like her father, seeing as she looks up to him and wishes to be like him one day. Salt.
Likes: Learning about human culture, hanging out with her father and Winchesters, and the human snack called Gummy Worms.
Dislikes: Windigo's, hell hounds, a few of her 'uncles and aunts'.
Fears: She may not admit it, but Sam intimidates her. She has heard stories of his past, but the young angel tries to look past that. Crowley also ruffles her feathers.
Height: 5 feet 8 inches
Build: Brianna's vessel has broad shoulders and a thick, but athletic body. She has long arms and legs, but a shorter neck and torso.
Weapon of choice: An angel sword, much like her 'uncle' Michael.
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"Face it Fleshlings; Doom has arrived..and Might I say..Doom looks great in Violet!"
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There's only two types of people in the world The ones that entertain and the ones that observe Well baby, I'm a put-on-a-show kind of guy Don't like the backseat, gotta be first I'm a like the ringleader, I call the shots I'm like Thundercracker I make it hot, When I put on a show; All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus When I crack that whip, everybody gon' trip just like a circus Don't stand there watching me, follow me, show me what you can do Everybody let go, we can make a dancefloor just like a circus There's only two types of femmes out there Ones that can hang with me and ones that are scared So baby, I hope that you came prepared I run a tight ship so beware