Player Information Name: GJ Age: Over 18 Personal Journal:gjbreakingithero Preferred Contact: AIM/Plurk: gjbreakingithero Characters Already Played: N/A
Character Information Character Name: Castiel Canon: Supernatural Canon Point: 6x15 Version: live action TV series Age: Unknown, has been alive long enough to witness the creation of earth. His vessel appears to be mid-thirties. Appearance:1, 2, 3, 4 History:This is a concise history of Castiel by season of his appearance.
RP Information How does your character arrive in Knight's Narrows?
Cas, it's Sam -- Listen, we've found something big. Really big. Like Ark of the Covenent big -- and I swear, I'm not shitting you this time. ...We could really use your help on this one, Dean too.
That message, followed by a brief description of where he was to meet the Winchesters, was all there was to the message before the Voice returned and asked him a series of questions. The angel opted to follow her emotionally dead and politely neutral instructions to press '7' and preserve the message for two weeks.
Castiel hung up the phone and closed his eyes. Stretching his wings for flight would serve as a painfully inadequate metaphor, but the end result would be the same.
Opening them again revealed that he was standing in a thick, clinging fog that lay low against the ground, coiling around his ankles like ethereal, ghostly serpents. Before him rose the Cathedral, drenched and slick from the wet air that hung over this place, giving its walls the kind of pallor not unlike to that of a man sick with fever.
Castiel's frown deepened at the sight of the corrupted place of worship, eyes widening when the whispers began to close in on him in the dark.
What will your character be bringing with them? Other than his attire (white dress shirt, black suit, blue necktie, boxer briefs, white undershirt, socks, boots and a beige overcoat), he has his angelic blade, his cellphone, Jimmy's wedding band (tucked into his breast pocket -- headcanon, btw) and nothing else.
Character's Personality: Castiel is an Angel of the Lord. Among the Host of Heaven, he is a warrior of God, a captain of the Garrison... executing the will of their Father through the upper management -- the Archangels -- with unquestioning loyalty and dedication. When God commanded him to carry a message, he did so. When He ordered the destruction of a settlement, Castiel carried this out personally as an avenging angel sending a very different kind of message. Castiel was a good, obedient soldier.
...That is, until he met Dean Winchester. But let's not get too far ahead of ourselves.
Castiel is a man of subtleties. When he is first encountered in the series, his mannerisms and speech were stoic, oddly serene and practically alien. As time goes on and he spends more time with his 'charge', he gradually begins to show more emotion, the depth and range of his expressions expanding greatly, but only in subtle shifts of tone and expression. In a way, the slightest lean of his head and a hesitant reply becomes as obvious to read as a sign saying, "I'm not sure I follow you." Castiel would open his mouth and speak the blunt, honest truth -- no matter the consequences. It was out of deep respect and love for his Father that he admired mankind, despite their flaws, simply because God chose them to rule the earth. But after spending time with humans on earth, his admiration for his Father's "works of art" had become more empathetic.
He began to feel attachment, to forge strong bonds of companionship and friendship. Where his relationships were previously purely of a professional nature, one of superiors who acted as leaders and those who followed their orders, he had begun to sympathize with their pain. He would grieve (in his own way) when those closest to him did. He would offer a little smile when his friend laughed. He'd rest a hand on his shoulder in comfort when Dean seemed lost in despair. Despite the concerns that he'd grown too close to the humans he protected, and despite the fact that angels were not supposed to feel such strong emotions and ties with mankind, he began to learn how.
But that doesn't mean he was particularly good at it, either. Castiel is often at a loss as to how to properly behave in an emotionally charged situation. While he can comfort, it is limited -- He fails to lie to spare someone's feelings, only to fumble through an attempt far too late to be at all effective.
Castiel was one of the remaining angels directly involved in the lives of the Winchesters who still had faith that their Father had not abandoned them, seeking him out when all seemed lost and going at any length to find him to ask him to fight Lucifer. All of this to save Dean from the extraordinarily heavy burden on his shoulders as the 'Sword of Michael', or the Archangel Michael's vessel and to save the world from being burned to a cinder by Lucifer, knowing that it would mean pitting brother against brother.
Although eventually, he fell into despair and lost faith in God when his request for aid was refused as essentially 'not his problem', he went on a 'bender', turning to drink to drown away his frustration and feelings of betrayal and abandonment. It must have been the very thing that had caused so many of the other angels to despair and lose their way, resorting to bringing out the Apocalypse just because they were tired of caring for the world without God’s help.
Orders. Goals. He worked best under such conditions. Given a path and his renewed faith, he felt his resolve strengthen, giving him renewed confidence and patience. But with free will, Castiel became directionless... overconfident... his arrogance and hubris leading him down a ruinous path in his misguided efforts to defeat Raphael at any cost in order to save the world -- and his friends -- from a second Apocalypse.
Writing Samples
Third Person:
Castiel had entered the ruined structure without question, seeking out his friend simply because he had asked, and the urgent tone in which the request was delivered gave him reason to feel... concerned. They'd been through much together, he and the hunter. It wouldn't do to abandon him in his time of need now.
Each scrape and stomp of his footsteps echoed as the angel picked his way through the dusty, abandoned ruin of a long-forgotten shelter littered with broken skeletons of rotting, wooden furniture and crumbling brick. Each step disturbed layers of dust, clouds of aged, powdered mortar snaking around his ankles, moonlight filtering through shattered and filthy windows to illuminate every particle suspended in the air.
He listened to the silence that hung in the air for a while, the only sign of life being the way his blue eyes scanned the room, his form rigid and still in the darkness.
"Dean?" Castiel asked into the empty halls. This was the spot, wasn't it? The 'rendezvous point' the hunter had requested? He wasn't able to sense his presence, not by the usual means at least -- those sigils he'd carved into his rib cage worked rather effectively to obfuscate him from even his detection, forcing him to seek Dean out by more traditional means (using his eyes) or ask using more of the modern (using a cell phone).
But there was just one problem. That other presence here? Not Dean. Something else. This was a fact confirmed by the absence of a tone or that muted pulsing hum of a phone on vibrate when Castiel depressed the 'redial' button.
Castiel turned sharply, alarm etching itself in creases around his eyes as he focused into the darkness, squinting to pick out the form nearly indistinct from the shadow it stood in. The angelic blade slipped from his sleeve, his fingers grasping the hilt easily enough.
"Show yourself."
Your character's arrival: See above for his arrival!
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Character Information
Character Name: Castiel
Canon: Supernatural
Canon Point: 6x15
Version: live action TV series
Age: Unknown, has been alive long enough to witness the creation of earth. His vessel appears to be mid-thirties.
Appearance: 1, 2, 3, 4
History: This is a concise history of Castiel by season of his appearance.
RP Information
How does your character arrive in Knight's Narrows?
Cas, it's Sam -- Listen, we've found something big. Really big. Like Ark of the Covenent big -- and I swear, I'm not shitting you this time. ...We could really use your help on this one, Dean too.
That message, followed by a brief description of where he was to meet the Winchesters, was all there was to the message before the Voice returned and asked him a series of questions. The angel opted to follow her emotionally dead and politely neutral instructions to press '7' and preserve the message for two weeks.
Castiel hung up the phone and closed his eyes. Stretching his wings for flight would serve as a painfully inadequate metaphor, but the end result would be the same.
Opening them again revealed that he was standing in a thick, clinging fog that lay low against the ground, coiling around his ankles like ethereal, ghostly serpents. Before him rose the Cathedral, drenched and slick from the wet air that hung over this place, giving its walls the kind of pallor not unlike to that of a man sick with fever.
Castiel's frown deepened at the sight of the corrupted place of worship, eyes widening when the whispers began to close in on him in the dark.
What will your character be bringing with them? Other than his attire (white dress shirt, black suit, blue necktie, boxer briefs, white undershirt, socks, boots and a beige overcoat), he has his angelic blade, his cellphone, Jimmy's wedding band (tucked into his breast pocket -- headcanon, btw) and nothing else.
Character's Personality: Castiel is an Angel of the Lord. Among the Host of Heaven, he is a warrior of God, a captain of the Garrison... executing the will of their Father through the upper management -- the Archangels -- with unquestioning loyalty and dedication. When God commanded him to carry a message, he did so. When He ordered the destruction of a settlement, Castiel carried this out personally as an avenging angel sending a very different kind of message. Castiel was a good, obedient soldier.
...That is, until he met Dean Winchester. But let's not get too far ahead of ourselves.
Castiel is a man of subtleties. When he is first encountered in the series, his mannerisms and speech were stoic, oddly serene and practically alien. As time goes on and he spends more time with his 'charge', he gradually begins to show more emotion, the depth and range of his expressions expanding greatly, but only in subtle shifts of tone and expression. In a way, the slightest lean of his head and a hesitant reply becomes as obvious to read as a sign saying, "I'm not sure I follow you." Castiel would open his mouth and speak the blunt, honest truth -- no matter the consequences. It was out of deep respect and love for his Father that he admired mankind, despite their flaws, simply because God chose them to rule the earth. But after spending time with humans on earth, his admiration for his Father's "works of art" had become more empathetic.
He began to feel attachment, to forge strong bonds of companionship and friendship. Where his relationships were previously purely of a professional nature, one of superiors who acted as leaders and those who followed their orders, he had begun to sympathize with their pain. He would grieve (in his own way) when those closest to him did. He would offer a little smile when his friend laughed. He'd rest a hand on his shoulder in comfort when Dean seemed lost in despair. Despite the concerns that he'd grown too close to the humans he protected, and despite the fact that angels were not supposed to feel such strong emotions and ties with mankind, he began to learn how.
But that doesn't mean he was particularly good at it, either. Castiel is often at a loss as to how to properly behave in an emotionally charged situation. While he can comfort, it is limited -- He fails to lie to spare someone's feelings, only to fumble through an attempt far too late to be at all effective.
Castiel was one of the remaining angels directly involved in the lives of the Winchesters who still had faith that their Father had not abandoned them, seeking him out when all seemed lost and going at any length to find him to ask him to fight Lucifer. All of this to save Dean from the extraordinarily heavy burden on his shoulders as the 'Sword of Michael', or the Archangel Michael's vessel and to save the world from being burned to a cinder by Lucifer, knowing that it would mean pitting brother against brother.
Although eventually, he fell into despair and lost faith in God when his request for aid was refused as essentially 'not his problem', he went on a 'bender', turning to drink to drown away his frustration and feelings of betrayal and abandonment. It must have been the very thing that had caused so many of the other angels to despair and lose their way, resorting to bringing out the Apocalypse just because they were tired of caring for the world without God’s help.
Orders. Goals. He worked best under such conditions. Given a path and his renewed faith, he felt his resolve strengthen, giving him renewed confidence and patience. But with free will, Castiel became directionless... overconfident... his arrogance and hubris leading him down a ruinous path in his misguided efforts to defeat Raphael at any cost in order to save the world -- and his friends -- from a second Apocalypse.
Writing Samples
Third Person:
Castiel had entered the ruined structure without question, seeking out his friend simply because he had asked, and the urgent tone in which the request was delivered gave him reason to feel... concerned. They'd been through much together, he and the hunter. It wouldn't do to abandon him in his time of need now.
Each scrape and stomp of his footsteps echoed as the angel picked his way through the dusty, abandoned ruin of a long-forgotten shelter littered with broken skeletons of rotting, wooden furniture and crumbling brick. Each step disturbed layers of dust, clouds of aged, powdered mortar snaking around his ankles, moonlight filtering through shattered and filthy windows to illuminate every particle suspended in the air.
He listened to the silence that hung in the air for a while, the only sign of life being the way his blue eyes scanned the room, his form rigid and still in the darkness.
"Dean?" Castiel asked into the empty halls. This was the spot, wasn't it? The 'rendezvous point' the hunter had requested? He wasn't able to sense his presence, not by the usual means at least -- those sigils he'd carved into his rib cage worked rather effectively to obfuscate him from even his detection, forcing him to seek Dean out by more traditional means (using his eyes) or ask using more of the modern (using a cell phone).
But there was just one problem. That other presence here? Not Dean. Something else. This was a fact confirmed by the absence of a tone or that muted pulsing hum of a phone on vibrate when Castiel depressed the 'redial' button.
Castiel turned sharply, alarm etching itself in creases around his eyes as he focused into the darkness, squinting to pick out the form nearly indistinct from the shadow it stood in. The angelic blade slipped from his sleeve, his fingers grasping the hilt easily enough.
"Show yourself."
Your character's arrival: See above for his arrival!