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Post by anomaly on Dec 28, 2015 6:15:36 GMT
DONNA HANSCUM: Species: Human
Status: Alive
Occupation: Sheriff Hunter guide
Affiliation: Jody Mills Winchester Family Castiel Wayward Academy
She is one of the guides for Wayward Academy, a sheriff for the local police department - she previously was part of Stillwater, Minnestona's police department; however, she transferred once Wayward Academy came to fruition. She is bright and bubbly, perhaps a bit too much for a lot of people.
[ROLEPLAY POST WILL BE PUT HERE SOON. ]
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Post by anomaly on Dec 28, 2015 6:23:38 GMT
CLAIRE NOVAK:Species: Human Status: Alive Title/Alias: Castiel Occupation: Vessel (formerly) Thief (formerly) Hunter Affiliation: Novak family (formerly) Castiel Winchester Family Wayward AcademyFamily: Jimmy Novak (father) – deceased
Amelia Novak (mother) – deceased
Castiel (former vessel) Claire was sent to Jody a year and half ago, now she has managed to start really recovering from the trauma of losing both of her parents. During her stay with Jody, she watched Wayward Academy come to fruition. She is considered one of the Original Wayward Daughters; she often pops in and out, working cases or just wandering - never really content to stay in one place. ---- ROLEPLAY POST: Claire took in a deep breath after Donna whirled out of the room, it was as if a tornado had hit her and left within seconds. She closed her eyes then opened them, reminding herself that Donna always meant well, even when she grated on everyone’s nerves. “Wow,” she finally murmured to herself while dropping the knapsack on one of the beds in the small room. It was empty for now, but then again, Claire never claimed one of the rooms as hers, even with the den moms insisting that she should. It was just… She didn’t need anything permanent right now. “Tell me you know what you’re doing with me, Cas,” she muttered as she rolled her eyes skyward before unzipping the knapsack to remove a stuffed animal. Sure, it was a stupid little grumpy cat, but it meant something more nowadays than it had a while ago. She gave the stuffed animal a quick hug before propping it among the bright yellow pillows – she was willing to bet the farm that Donna did the decorating around here. “Claire!” Donna hollered from some other room, “Jodio is pulling up! You gotta see us in action!” Claire took in another deep breath, tossing another eyeroll up to the ceiling before she affixed a smile. Dean did say she would have to fake it until she made it. “Coming!” She called out to Donna, glancing back at the stuffed animal before she tugged a bit on her oversized coat, cleaning herself up a little as she walked out of the room.
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Post by anomaly on Jan 23, 2016 3:25:15 GMT
CHRISTOPHER NEWELL:
Species: Human
Status: Alive
Title/Alias: Chris
Occupation: Hunter (formerly) jack-of-trades
Affiliation: Winchester Family.
Family: Emma Newell (deceased)
Chris was a former hunter who often was called on to handle many cases for the brothers while everything went to hell. [Undecided length of time] ago, while away on a case, his wife was killed during a house invasion. When he came home to the scene and to the police suspecting him of setting it all up, he went into himself and decided to give up being a hunter. Now he lives alone and does odd jobs to make sure he still has money since he will not touch the insurance money he has from Emma's death. He still can't give her up.
RP POST:
Awake.
Chris ran his hand over the other side of the bed, the cold greeted him like a slap in the face. He gave a soft grunt as he forced himself to roll away from the empty side. The movement made his head complain loudly, he gave a slow exhale as he mentally greeted the hangover. “Fuck,” he murmured softly, his head only clangored in response. His eyes slipped closed again, he wanted to go back a few minutes; before the hangover and the cold bed rudely intervened.
He pushed back the covers, the cold air rushing at him. A soft groan tumbled from his lips as he scooted out of bed, maybe he should have just laid there. He idly scratched at his chest while wandering out of the room toward the bathroom.
More cold.
He should have turned on the heat before he started drinking; at least he wouldn’t have forgotten when he climbed into bed. Hell, he didn’t even remember climbing into bed.
The phone jangled, cutting into his thoughts, he let out a curse at the pain starting anew in his head. He needed an axe to cut his head off now. The phone rang a couple more times before the answering machine started up.
This is Emma and Chris, we can’t get to the phone right now – we’re too busy enjoying life! Leave a note – we’ll get back to you before our next adventure!
A beep sounded, the line disconnected after a few seconds of silence. Another hang-up call, Chris scowled at the phone. He almost wished the person would call back again just so he could hear her voice again.
He forgot about the bathroom as he shifted a few steps to his right to sink onto the couch, putting his head in his hands.
Emma.
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Post by anomaly on Feb 5, 2016 21:29:04 GMT
Three new cees to post for:
Belle Ledwidge Nan Kelley Catriona McNamara Breeona Marlow
Nora Lee?
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