Never More RP (A Supernatural Roleplay; Accepting)

[puppypillar]

>.. May I join this? ..<

[Supernatural_]

>.. May I join this? ..<

Sure :p

[_seo_]

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name :: Afriel
gender :: vessel is male
age :: vessel is 25
species :: Angel
sexuality :: bisexual
appearance :: Afriel's vessel stands at about 6'3 which is considered to be above average height for human males. His vessel has short medium brown hair and light hazel eyes. The vessel has a pale complexion
personality :: Afriel tends to be a bit more open to humanity than some of his other siblings, but does find himself still surprised at humanity. He is a bit too naive about humans and looks past their flaws. Afriel is cheerful and loyal to his brothers and sisters. He loves to have fun and is very adventurous.(I'll develop him further later)
side :: Neutral
crush :: open
relationship status :: single

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[Supernatural_]

Accepted!

[_seo_]

(anyone open?)

[Supernatural_]

Atria - Tags - Bael

She smiled as he finally believed her. Though, she wasn't enjoying this fear that practically radiated off him. "I need you to calm down," she said calmly, "and that dog... It's called a Hell hound. I don't know why they were following you, but I'm supposing the demons are following in. In which means the presence you felt was, in fact, a demon. And the radiation that is illuminating off you... It's rare. It's nearly impossible... But, I believe, you're a Nephilim--a hybrid between angels and humans."

Dean Winchester - Tags - Jason

[center]As the demon spoke, Dean rolled his eyes. "We're going to Kentucky; I heard they have amazing fried chicken," his sarcasm was barely audible, but clearly you could tell he wasn't serious. He wasn't in the mood for torture, so keeping this demon in the cell would be a better idea. As he turned a corner, the bunker was in full view. Soon, he was going to get the impala fixed, but right now, he needed to deal with the demon first.

[puppypillar]

" I saw it; the flash of wings and angelic light as she appeared. I knew her, she was my mother. "

( Name ) Xavier Laverdon
( Nicknames ) Zav, Zavy
( Age ) 14
( Gender ) Male
( Looks ) Fluffy brown hair with brown wonder-filled curious eyes
( Role ) Half angel half human; Nephilim

( History ) Xavier sighed. Those people had adopted him; something he hadn't expected. He tried to be as bad and ill-mannered as possible when they came, but they didn't care. Once they filled out the paperwork and brought him home Xavier had ran into the forest that was relatively near. He sat on a large rock that looked over a small swimming lake. It was a beautiful spot, and the moon seemed to reflect on it, but he didn't have time to appreciate the waters. He hugged his knees on the warm rock, his head cuddled between his arms. He didn't want to live with anyone; he was perfected fine at the many foster homes and the orphanage.

Then, out of nowhere, someone appeared at the far side of the lake. Even though she was quite far away, The flash of golden light was amazing--he didn't know if it was in his head or not. A woman in her late stood there. Her curly ginger hair was beautiful, shining and dancing down her back. Her eyes, though. They were brown and large, like Xavier's own, and filled with wonder and golden light. His crying had stopped, his eyes on the woman. She disappeared then reappeared right on the edge of the rock that over-looked the water. She made him stand up, her hands warm. She didn't need to talk for Xavier to understand. Then, as she disappeared, he fell into the water.

Light seemed to dance around him, no fish or bottom of the lake in sight. Stuff that no one could explain flashed through his head. Everything was bright, becoming too bright. His eyes shut, as he started to lash out in the water. No air was coming into his lungs; he passed out.

When he woke up, the two people who had taken him in were desperately trying to wake him. He was soaked and smelt like lake water. As his eyes opened, he noticed he had not seen the inside of their cabin home before, but it was beautiful. There was a large loft, and he could see a couch and large TV up there, along with a door that had his name on it. Did they really love him that much? His open eyes had startled the couple, and they hugged him. He decided to put his guard down; that's what the woman said to do. His mother was that woman.

( + Traits ) Nerdy, a gamer, excitable, swift/fast, and loving.
( - Traits ) Tempered/'gets angry easily', aggressive, and awkward.
( Sexuality ) Heterosexual
( Family ) Henry and Bell Laverdon. Ellaere and Gregory Stinnyles
( Crush ) n/a
( Other ) n/a

" I get injured in hunts with monsters! Why won't you believe me? "

( Name ) Malcolm Artemis Vontrees
( Nicknames ) Nothing, just Malcolm
( Age ) Died at around 22;; chose a vessel as close to his old one as possible
( Gender ) Male
( Looks ) Blonde almost white hair with medium brown eyes. His skin is decently tan, but not too much. He has some muscle, which was needed to be a hunter, and his shoulders were wide. His vessel is vaguely the same, though much less muscle-y
( Species ) Demon/Deceased human (depends on rp)

( History ) Malcolm's mum and dad are and were hunters; they raised him like that. He loved hunting, the danger, the adrenaline that ran through his veins when a creature was chasing him. He loved thrill. Due to his, he went to many theme parks, water parks, etc. He joined a smart-person college, because of his parents, even though he wanted to play football. Going in for art was tough; they expected him to be frickin' Vincent Van Gogh. That's when things started to get rough. His parents sent him out on a hunt and they dropped him off at his very own campus, one that his parents didn't know about. He didn't tell them as he walked out into the cold night. Long story short, a male werewolf had been terrorizing the other biology students. He killed it, all of that, without noticing a woman watching him.

Malcolm sighed, opening his dorm's door. He set his keys on the stool, his tiring day of school making him want to sleep for three weeks. As he walked into the main part of his dorm, he saw her. She smiled at him, before changing into a wolf and attacking him head on.

Malcolm hadn't been planning for a kill; he was tired, defenseless, and vulnerable. She defeated him, of course.
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Malcolm gave up on the first day in Hell. He hated pain and his will was not the best. This, and his skills he had, gave him his high status as a white-eyed demon.


( + Traits ) Strong, loving, fun-loving, and thrill-seeking
( - Traits ) Not so smart, sassy, loved by all the girls, and thrill-seeking (it is good and bad)
( Sexuality ) homosexual
( Family ) Artemis Vontrees and Joshua Vontrees
( Crush ) none
( Other ) none

[AcetheKidd]

[I think I'm creating a female I'm a second]
Bael ||Tag;Atria

"How can I clam down...I'm talking to something I didn't think exist..so so dragons exist to?" He rubbed the back of his head." That can't be..I'm just a human .my dad is..is..I don't know. My mother never told me about my dad acutally. "

[_seo_]

Afriel | Angel | Open

Afriel laid back on the bench, observing the humans around him. The wind blew through his hair as his eyes scanned the faces of the crowd. He looked up at the sky with a sigh, he hated the lack of purpose that surrounded him.

[goku.]

|-| Jason Whiteman || 18 || Black-Eyed Demon ||Tagged; Dean|-|

Jason frowned at Dean's subtle sarcasm and leaned back in his seat quietly. Maybe talking to the hunter wasn't such a great idea. He looked out the window as the bunker came into view. "Where are we at? You taking me to some strange underground end of the world bunker..? If you're one of those crazy hunters who loves conspiracy theories then you can just kill me right now," he said, slightly regretting his words. He had met quite a few hunters and it wasn't too rare to find some conspiracy theorist.