Sweet :) If we get just a bit more interest, I will make an OOC for us to start throwing around ideas.
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Hi!
You can call me Anna!
I'm a veteran of the old Guild, before the shutdown.
I love Supernatural, and currently, all of my RPs are Supernatural related. Feel free to message me with ideas!
Dean Winchester is me. I am Dean Winchester.
A mom. A wife. A very protective best friend. Pathological People Pleaser. Intimidating due to my patience and general ability to be unbothered.
I'm addicted to working out, running, and generally having an endorphin high. I also tend to be very annoying talking about it, but I'm way more annoying when I'm depressed.
I'm a hopeless Swiftie. So, if you hate her, I wouldn't RP with me, if you like OOC banter. 90% of songs I use as fuel are Taylor Swift deep cuts. Not really any exceptions.
If I currently RP with you, you're basically my best friend and I will protect you with my life. <3
And also, also, because I have super severe ADHD, I tend to ghost on accident. Never be shy to send me a reminder message. I don't get offended!
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You can call me Anna!
I'm a veteran of the old Guild, before the shutdown.
I love Supernatural, and currently, all of my RPs are Supernatural related. Feel free to message me with ideas!
Dean Winchester is me. I am Dean Winchester.
A mom. A wife. A very protective best friend. Pathological People Pleaser. Intimidating due to my patience and general ability to be unbothered.
I'm addicted to working out, running, and generally having an endorphin high. I also tend to be very annoying talking about it, but I'm way more annoying when I'm depressed.
I'm a hopeless Swiftie. So, if you hate her, I wouldn't RP with me, if you like OOC banter. 90% of songs I use as fuel are Taylor Swift deep cuts. Not really any exceptions.
If I currently RP with you, you're basically my best friend and I will protect you with my life. <3
And also, also, because I have super severe ADHD, I tend to ghost on accident. Never be shy to send me a reminder message. I don't get offended!
@FuriePhoenix owns my soul.
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I was thinking about doing a super casual dramatic RP centered around a group of high school students. It could be done similar to the breakfast club (where they're all from different backgrounds, but secretly have a common interest of some sort) or it could just be exactly as it seems, every day high school story.
I would like to have at least three players in this, each with one or two characters (possibly up to four a piece), and I would like for us all to decide on a theme/episodes, together.
It would be set in a very urban area, like New York City or Los Angeles (probably New York).
Any interest?
I would like to have at least three players in this, each with one or two characters (possibly up to four a piece), and I would like for us all to decide on a theme/episodes, together.
It would be set in a very urban area, like New York City or Los Angeles (probably New York).
Any interest?
Name: Elena Morgan
Species: Human/Hunter
Age: 25
Appearance:
Relation to the characters: Against the Winchesters
After following the Winchesters, in an effort to stop the apocalypse in its tracks, Elena and her boyfriend were forced to take a step back to recoup and lick their wounds. Now, however, they're back and with new information about a demon baby the Winchesters are harboring. There are rumors around the hunter's community that this baby is quite possibly to be used as a weapon, by Lucifer's forces, but it has not been made clear as to how.
With what they know, it is their responsibility to take care of this situation, keeping this child from falling into the hands of the Angels. That may or may not mean killing a child, and anyone that gets in their way, including the Winchesters.
Weapons: A single angel blade (stolen from Castiel a while ago), a Winchester M1911 pistol, and a sawed off Maverick 88 shotgun.
Species: Human/Hunter
Age: 25
Appearance:
Relation to the characters: Against the Winchesters
After following the Winchesters, in an effort to stop the apocalypse in its tracks, Elena and her boyfriend were forced to take a step back to recoup and lick their wounds. Now, however, they're back and with new information about a demon baby the Winchesters are harboring. There are rumors around the hunter's community that this baby is quite possibly to be used as a weapon, by Lucifer's forces, but it has not been made clear as to how.
With what they know, it is their responsibility to take care of this situation, keeping this child from falling into the hands of the Angels. That may or may not mean killing a child, and anyone that gets in their way, including the Winchesters.
Weapons: A single angel blade (stolen from Castiel a while ago), a Winchester M1911 pistol, and a sawed off Maverick 88 shotgun.
I noticed :p
"You have no idea. If not for my…affliction…I would take care of that mouth of yours.", Castiel sassed at Ezria, before listening to Bobby's phone call. He became concerned, staring Bobby down as he spoke to Mika about the plan. As Bobby hung up the phone, Castiel placed a bloody hand against his eyebrows and sighed, "We're trusting a demon with something as important as this. Our one weapon could be killed by this…this thing."
"So, she's a weapon to you? Again? Wow, pigeon. That's cold, even for you dicks…", Arik growled, his eyes becoming black around the edges from the small bit of rage flowing through his veins.
"I'm just keeping things into perspective, unlike the rest of you. Even Dean has the veil over his eyes. This is the end of times, in case you haven't noticed. There isn't much time for cuddling and singing songs. We have to fight this with every ounce of power we have. Lucifer wants the girl…"
"AnnaBeth…", Arik corrected.
"…and we will do what we have to do to keep her safe. If that means killing the abomination growing inside of her, then yes. I will do that. Try and stop me and I will kill you where you stand."
"How? Smite me? I don't feel like you have much confidence behind that statement. Touch her, and I will rip your meat suit into so many pieces, daddy dearest couldn't put you back together…", Arik sneered. Out of habit, Castiel slapped his hand against Arik's forehead, and much to both of their surprise, Arik's eyes began glowing white around the edges, and his half open mouth did the same, as a groan left his throat. The small trickle of blood from Castiel's nose was a pretty good indicator that this would not end well for either of them.
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Dean closed his eyes as Bobby finished explaining their scenario. He brought a hand up to wipe down the front of his face and sighed, "Well, there's that. A demon…with leverage. Must be Tuesday. What do you think? Could she be legit? I mean, after Ruby, I'm not sure what to believe from these hell bitches. Even Arik is sketchy, sometimes."
He gazed at Mika, attempting to study the look on her face for answers.
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AnnaBeth smiled, gripping Sam's hand as he reassured her. She leaned forward sweetly and placed a quick kiss against his lips, as a vision flashed through her head. It was the first in months that she had dealt with and it was vivid. Her eyes turned white and she stared blankly at his face for a few seconds, before leaning back, terrified.
"Cas and Arik are fighting. Like…really fighting. They're both at Bobby's.", she whispered, "We have to tell Dean. Cas is killing him, Sam!"
"So, she's a weapon to you? Again? Wow, pigeon. That's cold, even for you dicks…", Arik growled, his eyes becoming black around the edges from the small bit of rage flowing through his veins.
"I'm just keeping things into perspective, unlike the rest of you. Even Dean has the veil over his eyes. This is the end of times, in case you haven't noticed. There isn't much time for cuddling and singing songs. We have to fight this with every ounce of power we have. Lucifer wants the girl…"
"AnnaBeth…", Arik corrected.
"…and we will do what we have to do to keep her safe. If that means killing the abomination growing inside of her, then yes. I will do that. Try and stop me and I will kill you where you stand."
"How? Smite me? I don't feel like you have much confidence behind that statement. Touch her, and I will rip your meat suit into so many pieces, daddy dearest couldn't put you back together…", Arik sneered. Out of habit, Castiel slapped his hand against Arik's forehead, and much to both of their surprise, Arik's eyes began glowing white around the edges, and his half open mouth did the same, as a groan left his throat. The small trickle of blood from Castiel's nose was a pretty good indicator that this would not end well for either of them.
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Dean closed his eyes as Bobby finished explaining their scenario. He brought a hand up to wipe down the front of his face and sighed, "Well, there's that. A demon…with leverage. Must be Tuesday. What do you think? Could she be legit? I mean, after Ruby, I'm not sure what to believe from these hell bitches. Even Arik is sketchy, sometimes."
He gazed at Mika, attempting to study the look on her face for answers.
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AnnaBeth smiled, gripping Sam's hand as he reassured her. She leaned forward sweetly and placed a quick kiss against his lips, as a vision flashed through her head. It was the first in months that she had dealt with and it was vivid. Her eyes turned white and she stared blankly at his face for a few seconds, before leaning back, terrified.
"Cas and Arik are fighting. Like…really fighting. They're both at Bobby's.", she whispered, "We have to tell Dean. Cas is killing him, Sam!"
Okay. Everyone is accepted. I just need you guys to repost your CS's in the Character tab. Also, let's be careful with overpowering people...like with weapons, and abilities. It makes things so much less manageable (and true to Supernatural) that way.
Going to make a post, now.
Going to make a post, now.
Everyone here is obviously approved.
So, after a bunch of life stuff, I'm back. If you guys are good, I'm going to try to get this thing actually moving.
Flashback - Columbia Airfield
Hayley leaned up from her place on the floor of the holding area, her hands coming up in front of her face in a haze. She couldn't think, or see…or even breathe right. Glancing across the room, she squinted, still able to make out the three or four people that she was locked in with. She wasn't sure why she was carted off here, only that she couldn't find Ryder.
Ryder.
The thought made her jolt more awake, just in time for a police officer to open the door next to her.
"We're leaving out in a few. I need you all to be alert, stay close, and whatever you do, don't leave the line. If we make this fast, we can get you to the safe zone quickly and safely.", he ordered. Hayley frowned.
"What exactly is going on?", she asked.
"You don't want to know. If you're squeamish, keep your eyes closed and hold onto someone. I don't have time to stop for you to vomit…"
Hayley frowned once more, attempting to gather herself a bit more. She slipped her arms back through the straps of her backpack, and stood from the floor.
Moments later, she was holding the belt of the police officer in front of her. She attempted to bury her head in his back, but the curiosity kept her peering around. Nothing was happening, but there was blood everywhere. Outside the front doors, it became more real to them all. Out of nowhere, two of their group were taken down by something. They screamed and begged, but the police continued marching, ignoring the carnage.
"We're not going back for them?"
"They're dead. If we go back, we'll all be dead. Keep walking.", the police officer answered her. She pulled her head from his back, and looked around definitely. It was dark outside, a little too dark to see what was around them. This was a horrible idea, "GO! "
The booming voice above her rocked her entire body as she glanced up at the cop, and her eyes became wide. A man, with half his face missing was snarling and snapping at her savior's face. His shotgun against the man's throat seemed to do nothing.
"No! Stop!", she cried out, reaching forward to push at the bloody mess of a man. As she did so, the cop let out a strangled scream, and her face was splattered in warmth as his throat was torn open and he sank to the ground, "Oh my god…No no no…"
Doing her best to react, she grabbed the shotgun, and tugged, his terrified grip hard to break. She managed, however, and glanced down at him once more.
"I'm so sorry…", she whispered.
"Kill me. Please. Kill me…", he barely spit out, sputtering blood with every word.
Hayley stared, her eyes wide for a split second, before the snarling man began coming after her. Taking a few steps back, she began to run, but not before apologizing once more to the fallen officer. During her run, she managed to grab his flashlight, which had rolled several feet from him.
In the dark, she would probably encounter more of those…people, but she couldn't stay here. She huffed and began running, following the same direction the line had been taking. Maybe there really was a safe zone. Maybe there was still hope for Ryder..for everyone.
Hayley leaned up from her place on the floor of the holding area, her hands coming up in front of her face in a haze. She couldn't think, or see…or even breathe right. Glancing across the room, she squinted, still able to make out the three or four people that she was locked in with. She wasn't sure why she was carted off here, only that she couldn't find Ryder.
Ryder.
The thought made her jolt more awake, just in time for a police officer to open the door next to her.
"We're leaving out in a few. I need you all to be alert, stay close, and whatever you do, don't leave the line. If we make this fast, we can get you to the safe zone quickly and safely.", he ordered. Hayley frowned.
"What exactly is going on?", she asked.
"You don't want to know. If you're squeamish, keep your eyes closed and hold onto someone. I don't have time to stop for you to vomit…"
Hayley frowned once more, attempting to gather herself a bit more. She slipped her arms back through the straps of her backpack, and stood from the floor.
Moments later, she was holding the belt of the police officer in front of her. She attempted to bury her head in his back, but the curiosity kept her peering around. Nothing was happening, but there was blood everywhere. Outside the front doors, it became more real to them all. Out of nowhere, two of their group were taken down by something. They screamed and begged, but the police continued marching, ignoring the carnage.
"We're not going back for them?"
"They're dead. If we go back, we'll all be dead. Keep walking.", the police officer answered her. She pulled her head from his back, and looked around definitely. It was dark outside, a little too dark to see what was around them. This was a horrible idea, "GO! "
The booming voice above her rocked her entire body as she glanced up at the cop, and her eyes became wide. A man, with half his face missing was snarling and snapping at her savior's face. His shotgun against the man's throat seemed to do nothing.
"No! Stop!", she cried out, reaching forward to push at the bloody mess of a man. As she did so, the cop let out a strangled scream, and her face was splattered in warmth as his throat was torn open and he sank to the ground, "Oh my god…No no no…"
Doing her best to react, she grabbed the shotgun, and tugged, his terrified grip hard to break. She managed, however, and glanced down at him once more.
"I'm so sorry…", she whispered.
"Kill me. Please. Kill me…", he barely spit out, sputtering blood with every word.
Hayley stared, her eyes wide for a split second, before the snarling man began coming after her. Taking a few steps back, she began to run, but not before apologizing once more to the fallen officer. During her run, she managed to grab his flashlight, which had rolled several feet from him.
In the dark, she would probably encounter more of those…people, but she couldn't stay here. She huffed and began running, following the same direction the line had been taking. Maybe there really was a safe zone. Maybe there was still hope for Ryder..for everyone.
I'm working on a post, finally. Sorry for the hold up. :(
Also, @Foster, I'm going to make an opening post, and then catch up with your character. Otherwise, I'm gong to post a million bazillion lines. I figure it gives your character time to finish what he's doing, and gives me more time to figure out how to find you :)
Also, @Foster, I'm going to make an opening post, and then catch up with your character. Otherwise, I'm gong to post a million bazillion lines. I figure it gives your character time to finish what he's doing, and gives me more time to figure out how to find you :)
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