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Post by Cassiel on Dec 28, 2015 7:28:12 GMT
Castiel
  
Species: Angel (Archangel, Seraph - formerly)
Status: Alive
Alias: Cas, Steve, Emmanuel, Clarence Age: Billions of years Occupation: Consultant, Guide, part-time Hunter, Angel of the Lord, Gas-N-Sip sales associate (formerly)
Affiliation: Sam & Dean Winchester, Claire Novak, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Wayward Academy, Team Free Will, Death, Meg Family: Claire Novak (former vessel, daughter of vessel), Jimmy Novak (vessel) - deceased, God (Father), Michael (older brother) - status unknown but presumed still locked in the Cage, Lucifer (older brother), Gabriel (older brother), Raphael (older brother, origin of the raw grace that's since made Castiel an archangel himself) - deceased, Host of Heaven/angels (siblings), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester About: Castiel is an angel who fell after choosing to side with Sam and Dean Winchester, and humanity, after starting to doubt the righteousness of the plans the angels and Heaven had for humanity and the world. He inhabits the vessel Jimmy Novak - though Jimmy's soul now resides in Heaven after Castiel and the vessel were taken apart at the subatomic level by Raphael - to manifest safely in the world. After a string of terrible choices and mistakes, Castiel is now focused on helping people, especially the daughter of his vessel who he now both feels responsible for and actually cares for, and to helping with Wayward Academy in whatever ways he can. Due to an encounter with the new Death, Castiel is now an archangel.
Post:The old car Castiel had been tracking by sound finally rolled up into view, and then kept right on going until it came to a halt no more than a few feet from where he stood resolutely in the middle of the smoothed dirt that made it up. Narrowed eyes regarded the man that climbed out of the car silently for several long moments, absently noting the smokey smell of burnt tobacco and, faintly, the older smell of spilt blood and gunpowder. That was enough to keep him on his guard, though he did reason it was possible this was merely a hunter seeking them out for some reason. Except that he didn't really think word of the academy had spread that far in the hunting community quite yet, that some stray hunter would seek them out. And if Sam or Dean had sent someone out to the cabin, either boy would have called to let them know. “If you're lost, you can borrow my phone,” he said, his voice firm and rather lacking in any warmth as he reached into the pocket of the slightly oversized trench coat he wore as his only seeming defense against the bitter cold of the night and falling snow to pull out his cell phone. “I could help you get back onto the road, as well. It's straight back the way you came.” The angel took a few steps forward, just close enough to be able to hold his phone out toward the stranger, if he were so inclined to take it. “What are you looking for out here?” His sharp eyes searched the stranger's face, trying to decide if he was a threat to the safety of those back at the cabin or not.
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Post by Cassiel on Feb 4, 2016 1:06:33 GMT
Lucifer   Species: Angel (Archangel) Status: Alive Alias: Satan, the Devil, the Morningstar, Lightbringer, the Adversary, the Serpent, the Dark Prince, Luci, Assbutt, Castiel (formerly) Age: Billions of years Occupation: Archangel, Ruler of Hell (formerly/originally) Affiliation: Himself, Hell (formerly), Heaven (formerly), Sam Winchester (true vessel), Nick (former vessel - deceased), Castiel (former vessel/younger brother), Tristan Campbell Ross (vessel) Family: God (Father), Michael (older brother) - status unknown but presumed still locked in the Cage, Raphael (younger brother) - deceased, Gabriel (younger brother), Castiel (younger brother/former vessel), Host of Heaven/angels (siblings), Demons (creator), Azazel (son/lieutenant) - deceased, Meg (daughter/soldier - formerly) About: Lucifer is one of the four Archangels created by God. He is also a fallen archangel, making him the first fallen angel. He is the former ruler of Hell and the creator of demons, seen by many of them as a father figure and their God. God commanded his angels to love humanity more than Himself, but Lucifer refused and was cast out of Heaven. As an act of defiance, Lucifer twisted a human being's soul to create the first demon, Lilith. For this sin, he was cast into the Cage deep within the Pit of Hell, where he remained until unwittingly freed by Sam Winchester. Lucifer was eventually resealed in the Cage, where he remained until the release of the Darkness. The cage was damaged and Lucifer,, though he could not release himself from the Cage, reached out to Sam to get him to return to Hell and release him so he could destroy the Darkness and return to the world, working with Rowena to achieve his return. Though Sam refused, Castiel said "yes" after his brother told him he could, in fact, defeat the Darkness. Lucifer returned to the world in Castiel's vessel. Upon the Darkness' defeat, Lucifer was expelled from Castiel's vessel and vanished. Unknown to all but a very few, he walks the Earth again in a new vessel of the line of Abel down through an offshoot of the Campbell family.
Post: He strode alongside the Seine for a bit, the dim stars overhead making dulled pinpoints of light shimmer in the water of the river. Eventually, his casual stroll took him away from the river's edge and toward a stone building dwarfing all around it. Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris. He knew nothing of it, but his vessel apparently admired the artwork that was a part of it's construction, and helpfully provided the name. A...church. His lips twitched with amusement, mischief dancing in his pale eyes at finding his brother here, of all places. Surely he wasn't seeking their Father out. That would be just...ridiculous. Lucifer stepped into the cathedral, still open for tourists and the faithful alike this early in the evening, making no effort to mask the presence of his grace to those who might be able to sense it – having no desire at all to hide from his brother. A flash of a grin touched his lips at the thought of the 'Devil' just walking right into the holy place, and at the panic the humans wandering about would feel if only they knew. But, he restrained the impulse to create that delightful chaos. That wasn't why he was here, and that wasn't really who he was now. Not...entirely, at least.
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Post by Cassiel on Feb 4, 2016 1:08:08 GMT
Illessa Rhys  Species: Human Status: Alive Alias: Lessa Age: 243 Occupation: Witch, Guide Affiliation: Wayward Academy, Zachariah (formerly) Family: -About: Illessa is a witch who has lived her long life peacefully and mostly without attracting the attention of hunters. She was born in Cymru (Wales) in the fall of 1772 and lived there until she migrated to the United States in 1919, just after the Great War ended. Most everything else about her background is a closely guarded mystery.
Post:Nighttime at the academy was her favourite time. It's not that she hated the work, because she truly didn't. But after so long of keeping to herself, and keeping her secrets, it was strange to live in a place where who and what she was could be spoken of without fear of her life. Well, mostly. She knew that hunters still generally held the view that the only good witch was a dead witch. And, having had her own run in with the Grand Coven – back when it was actually something to be feared – she could understand the belief. Besides, she had skeletons in her own closet. Things that, if hunters ever discovered them– or even the rest of the residents of the academy – might just end up with her dead. So, yes, the break adjusting to the changes in her life and deflecting the distrust that still cropped up sometimes that the night stillness provided was a welcome one. Despite the cold, she drifted through the woods surrounding the cabin and grounds proper that made up the academy. Moonlight silhouetted the bare branches of the assortment of trees – primarily maple and oak, with the occasional walnut, birch, and cedar – dappling the snow-covered ground with shadowy stripes. As she walked, her heavy cloak drifted over the snow and her fingers ghosted against tree trunks, purely for the added sensation. When she stopped in her wanderings, as she did occasionally, she would turn her face up to the moonlight, often pausing to follow the tracings of constellations with eyes as pale as the moonlight itself.
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Post by Cassiel on Feb 4, 2016 1:09:18 GMT
Tamiel Species: Angel (formerly), Human Status: Alive Alias: Tamiel Batel Age: Billions of years Occupation: Researcher/Archivist Affiliation: Knights Templar, Catholic Church Family: God (Father), Archangels (siblings), Host of Heaven/angels (siblings) About: Tamiel was once an angel of the Lord, until she fell in love with a human, and fell from grace as a result. She is, for all intents and purposes, human; though Tamiel retains the ability to see the true forms of both angels and demons, and can often sense other supernatural creatures for what they truly are. She also retains almost the entirety of her memories from when she was a true member of the Host of Heaven. She now hides from her brethren within the dual shelters of the Catholic Church and the Knights Templar, where she works as a researcher and archivist. Her massive well of knowledge makes her extremely good at her tasks, and she loves the work.
Post: Vivid blue eyes were turned down, flicking back and forth as they moved over the ancient script laid down on fragile parchment on the table in a tiny room deep within the old monastery nominally still owned by the Catholic Church, but now really just used as one of many storage facilities of the Knights Templar. As the petite woman's eyes moved across the script, her hand moved across the page of a composition book, elegant script in English forming under the direction of that hand as she translated the Old Aramaic for the order. She was alone in the small chamber, working in total silence aside from the scratching of the pen against paper and the soft sounds of her own breathing, exactly as she preferred it. Surrounded by the smell of parchments and paper and papyrus and inks, all of them older than the building in which she sat, the corners of her lips tipped upward in the faintest of smiles.
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Post by Cassiel on Feb 4, 2016 1:11:24 GMT
Piper Lee
Species: Human
Status: Alive
Alias: -
Age: 17 Occupation:
Affiliation: Castiel, Wayward Academy
Family: Michael Lee (father) - deceased, Bethany Lee (mother) - deceased, Willow Lee (younger sister) - deceased About: Piper came to the Wayward Academy after an encounter with the Winchester brothers and Castiel where they'd been hunting down a vampire she was also tracking; a vampire that had killed her parents and nearly killed her almost a year previous when she was only 16. They saved her life, and encouraged her to go to Wayward Academy until she could sort out what she really wants to do with her life. Piper is fierce and stubborn on the outside, but inside she's sometimes no more than just a lost little girl.
Post:A teenage girl stands and grumbles to herself, ignoring the long brown hair blowing into her face in favor of glaring sullenly at the trio of men standing several yards away. She leaned against the glossy black Impala, though not entirely by choice, even if it was a pretty sweet car. No, she was there because one hand was chained to the front passenger door handle by the handcuffs the scruffy guy in the Henley and jacket had slapped onto her after manhandling her against the side of the car when she'd tried to bolt earlier. Of course, they were discussing her, and it pissed her off. They'd gotten in her way while she'd been tracking down the monster that killed her parents, and now they acted like somehow she was the one that had screwed up. Worse, like she somehow lacked the right to get her revenge. Who the hell did they think they were, anyway?
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Post by Cassiel on Feb 4, 2016 8:08:46 GMT
Rebekah Bower Species: Human Status: Alive Alias: Bekah Age: 24 Occupation: Bartender, part-time Hunter Affiliation: Brandon Koll Family: Joseph Garner (pseudo father) About: (Getting there. ^_^)
Post: Once outside, she pushed the door shut firmly behind her, and looked up and down the alley as she pulled her phone from her pocket. She tapped out a quick reply to the text she'd gotten just before work, then slipped the phone carefully back into her pocket. Everything about her seemed to shift, her entire body language changing from relaxed and casual, to tense, alert, and focused. She turned to the right, stepping down the alley, listening for every little sound, just as she would on a hunt. Oh, she wasn't actively hunting now, not this time. She was off to meet with a contact only in town for the day, to acquire some rather specialized items needed to take down – permanently – the creature she'd been tracking for the past week. She hadn't even had to lie to Brandon; she really was going to be just around the corner. Exiting the alley, she turned and made her way down to the end of the block, to the little cafe on the corner. Inside, standing out like a sore thumb in his leather coat, worn jeans, and workman's boots, sat her contact. She shook her head, amused as his refusal to do anything to account for the warm humid air. It was something she'd noted of most of the mainland hunters; they seemed to feel it was their duty to wear what almost amounted to a uniform, and they often stuck to it no matter what. Unless, of course, they were doing the usual trick of posing as some sort of Fed.
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Post by Cassiel on Apr 24, 2016 0:21:51 GMT
Jacob Pratt Species: Human Status: Alive Alias: Jake Age: 47 Occupation: Hunter Affiliation: Sam Winchester Family: - About: Jake is a hunter who is on the run from the law after he was connected to a pair of 'murders' in a small city in Texas, which was really the result of a hunt for a pair of werewolves that got messy. During the hunt, his left calf was mangled, the muscle ripped to shreds. He stitched himself up the best he could, and made the journey from Texas to Lebanon after a recommendation - and directions - from Sam Winchester.
Post: Lebanon, Kansas. Or, rather, on the highway north, just outside town. He'd driven through the town, but not paid it much mind aside from noting there was what looked like a nice little diner truck stop sort of affair, maybe a good place to get a meal if this thing didn't work out. The place sure didn't look like much. Then again, that was probably the point. And that suited Jake just fine, really. He had asked for a place he could lay low, safely. It sounded like this place fit the bill perfectly. If, of course, he could pass muster with the...well, they sounded like den mothers. Though, Sam had seemed to have a healthy dose of respect for them when he'd returned Jake's call, so Jake was willing to give it a go. Beggars couldn't be choosers. And Jake? Well, he was every bit a beggar right now.
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Post by Cassiel on Sept 11, 2016 2:03:10 GMT
Edan Messing Species: Human Status: Alive Alias: - Age: 42 Occupation: Hunter, Pediatrician (formerly) Affiliation: - Family: Brian Messing (father), Isobel Messing (mother, deceased), Kristen Messing (wife, deceased) About:
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