application;
PLAYER
✧ NAME: Eppy
✧ LJ USERNAME: old-blueeyes
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.):
eppypeninc@plurk
hangingoffthings@gmail
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: n/a
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Castiel
✧ SERIES: Supernatural
✧ HISTORY:
one.
two.
✧ TIMELINE: Post 6x20, when he’s sitting in the garden asking God for a sign.
✧ PERSONALITY:
The thing that defines Castiel above all else is his sense of purpose. Castiel is all about his goals, and he is very, very prone to tunnel-vision. He centers in on the big picture, and he’ll do whatever it takes to achieve that. Whatever viewpoint he’s taking, Castiel will adhere to it with practically unwavering devotion. He will personally sacrifice to achieve that, do things against his own conscience and desires, to get what he wants. He can be extremely ruthless and cold-hearted in pursuit of his end game. Anything in his way? Castiel will find a way around it. He takes goal-oriented to a whole new level. When you’ve convinced Castiel to get behind your cause, he is all in, no holding back, completely and utterly. Yes, he does doubt, but when he commits, he commits.
An interesting thing about Castiel is that he’s an idealist. Not necessary an idealist in the sense that he sticks to a specific set of ideals, but in the sense that his ideals are goals towards which he works. The goals he chooses for himself, such as peace in Heaven, are not always attainable or realistic. Castiel may believe they are, but the likelihood him actually achieving them are slim to none. He wants things, and he thinks that he can make them so, but in reality, it’s a lot more complicated than pushing at an issue until it yields.
Something about Castiel that isn’t immediately apparent is that he is a actually manipulative bastard. Manipulation of words, or manipulation by playing on emotions, Castiel isn’t picky and he resorts to what works. He has an amazing grasp on language, and in the very beginning of Season Four, he uses that awareness to work around the orders he’s been issued without outright rebelling. He finds all the loopholes possible and exploits them, or resorts to playing on Dean and Sam’s concerns for each other at times to get them to do what he wants them to.
The big picture is what Castiel concerns himself with. He rarely looks at the details. He’ll sacrifice a town to save the world, because in his mind, everything is a means to an end. He does what is necessary, and he considers the needs of many before the needs of the few. Dean and Sam’s insistence on saving small towns in the face of the Apocalypse absolutely baffles him, because Castiel can’t see the logic behind it. He thinks like a soldier, in terms of battles and end games and if taking this action will win him a war. He doesn’t think in humanistic terms, and understanding the way humans think is a challenge for him, even after spending a significant amount of time with them.
Castiel was raised to suppress emotion, and displaying it, even after prolonged contact with the Winchesters, is still not something that comes easily to him. Often his interactions with people are extremely dry and monotone. The only overt displays of emotion he’s shown are in situations where he’s been pushed past his breaking point. While he does feel loyalty, it is an extreme feat to gain said loyalty from Castiel. It takes a significant amount of time for said bond to be formed, and even longer for it to strengthen, but once it does, Castiel will literally throw his whole self into support of his new ally.
Impatience is a thing with Castiel. He is very much a man of action, and doesn’t like being held back by contemplation, explanations or discussion. Jimmy Novak says that being Castiel’s vessel is like being chained to a comet and it’s a very apt description. Castiel is efficient and if he’s doing something, he wants it to be done quickly. This bleeds into his dealings with the Winchesters and the other humans he comes into contact with. He’s used to simply being understood, being able to take action, to go go go and go fast, inhumanly so, and it’s extremely frustrating for him to deal with the Winchester’s humanity, which frequently slows them down.
His people skills are lacking. Castiel is most often extremely blunt, and tends to state his opinion without the slightest concern as to how his words may offend or insult his listeners. He will expound at great lengths about things he finds flawed, but if he approves of something, there is rarely any spoken confirmation. He is terse and economical with what he says, so a great deal of how he communicates depends on how well his listener can interpret his body language.
Most of the time, Castiel’s comments tend towards the extremely deadpan. His is not particularly concerned about whether or not he is well-liked, and it shows. He can be very dismissive, and even cutting, when he wants to be. That angelic stereotype about unending patience and niceties? It doesn’t apply to Castiel. He’s not particularly nice, nor particularly patient, and if he finds the words coming out of someone’s mouth stupid, he will express that.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS:
First, there is Castiel’s true for, which has never been seen on the show, and, if seen, will burn out the eyes of the human looking upon it. It is apparently the size of the Chrysler Building. In addition, there is Castiel’s true voice, which is piercing to the human ear, and can level buildings and shatter glass. He can speak through his vessel, or through the use of electronics.
Castiel is a formidable fighter, often able to take on several angels in battle simultaneously and defeat them using his Angel Sword. He also has the power to kill demons, sometimes simply touching them, other times by performing exorcisms. He can teleport, and cover great distances in literally seconds. He once searched an entire town in literally a few moments. He can move objects with a gesture and even ignite them when he so chooses. He can also heal people with a touch. There is also a technique where Castiel emits holy light from his palms, and it kills all who look at it, but he has only ever used this ability once and in a time of great need.
He possesses a wealth of knowledge pertaining to occult and lore, has the ability to cast spells in Enochian, and he knows the structures and defenses of Hell as well as how to navigate heaven.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: preferably night!
✧ MASK DESIGN: this one!
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: Castiel states that his personal heaven is the eternal Tuesday afternoon of autistic man, which manifests itself as a peaceful garden. I’d like to simply take this garden along with him as his place of solace.
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON:
[ At first, there is nothing but static, flaring louder and louder, and the picture onscreen dissolving into fuzzy gray and black lines. It rises and rises, hitting almost ear-piercing pitches, until, abruptly, it stops, and the picture resolves itself into a man. There is a faint rustle that may or may not be wings. He peers at the device, head slightly tilted, eyes narrowed, then smoothes a hand over his tie. ]
Hello.
[ For a moment, it seems as if he would simply cut the feed there. But then he obviously thinks better of it, and squints at the device for a moment. ]
Where am I?
[ He pauses, perhaps in anticipation of an answer, before clearing his throat and continuing. ]
If this is a sign, then it is a most effective one. It is better than I had hoped for, even. And if not…well, then I would ask whoever summoned me to make themself known.
Thank you.
✧ THIRD PERSON: 300+ words
Once, Castiel would say, “I will go seek Revelation,” and orders would come, beautiful shining commands laced in goodness and light. Or so Castiel had thought, until he had met the Winchesters, and learned what it was to doubt. And suddenly Revelation was no longer bright and shining and infallible, and Castiel teetered on the very edge, the precipice of rebellion, and looked down into it.
The Fall was inevitable, he thinks, when he remembers those days, when he was still trying to understand the Winchester boys, with their tangled mess of sins and loyalties and all those things Castiel still cannot put a name to. In that terrifying moment after he had awoken on a hospital bed, tired and aching and undeniably human, he had taken his father’s name in vain, cursed him and the Winchesters for dragging him down.
He is still ashamed of that moment.
In the wake of the Apocalypse, those memories had dulled and faded, like the photographs on Bobby Singer’s mantel, yellowed with age and faded from sunlight. When Castiel recalls the hospital bed, he cannot quite remember what it was to have bug bites that itched no matter how hard he scratched, or the pressure of an IV in the soft, vulnerable skin of his vessel’s wrist, or the breath-stealing pain of broken limbs. These sensations are hard to hold onto when he is all but immortal again, with distance between himself and the aches and pains of humanity.
But Castiel has never forgotten what it was to doubt.
For a time, he could pretend he had no doubts, for surely this path was the only one available to him. Surely there could be no other way to defeat Raphael (oh, if only angels exalted family the way the Winchester clan did; Castiel had ever envied Dean and Sam their loyalty to each other,) than to crack open Purgatory and swallow down the souls that lay within. Surely this way was the most righteous, the most effective, and most importantly, the only option available to him. Castiel was the youngest of his brothers, the baby brother, and even with his newly gifted abilities, he still could not stand against Raphael.
And there was no one left to appeal to for help. Apart from his uneasy truce with Crowley, and the prickly, unnamed and uncertain alliance with Balthazar, there was no one left to turn to. A war between archangels was no place for the Winchesters, especially not after their roles in the Apocalypse. Surely he was correct in not calling on them for aide. Surely he was justified in this, in his attempts to spare them further hardship. Surely no one could fault him for that, for attempting to give them some measure of peace?
These are the things he thinks of, sitting in the garden and looking at his hands. The sun is warm on the back of his neck, and the breeze cool on his face, and yet Castiel takes no pleasure in either. He thinks again and again of the betrayal on the faces of the men he had tentatively come to count as friends, and feels doubt twisting its way through his stomach like a dagger, like a knife.
But surely these doubts are unfounded, he tells himself again. There can be no question of them, not this time.
He asks for a sign, his voice quiet and unsure, for his Father to help him. And the silence stretches endlessly on, and Castiel wonders what a lack of sign means. Validation? Disapproval? His Father’s opinions are still a mystery to him, even now, even after so long spent searching and even longer professing free will and peace in his father’s name. Castiel looks down at his hands, for he will wait as long as it takes for this, for some sign, any sign.
And still, he doubts.
✧ NAME: Eppy
✧ LJ USERNAME: old-blueeyes
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.):
eppypeninc@plurk
hangingoffthings@gmail
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: n/a
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Castiel
✧ SERIES: Supernatural
✧ HISTORY:
one.
two.
✧ TIMELINE: Post 6x20, when he’s sitting in the garden asking God for a sign.
✧ PERSONALITY:
The thing that defines Castiel above all else is his sense of purpose. Castiel is all about his goals, and he is very, very prone to tunnel-vision. He centers in on the big picture, and he’ll do whatever it takes to achieve that. Whatever viewpoint he’s taking, Castiel will adhere to it with practically unwavering devotion. He will personally sacrifice to achieve that, do things against his own conscience and desires, to get what he wants. He can be extremely ruthless and cold-hearted in pursuit of his end game. Anything in his way? Castiel will find a way around it. He takes goal-oriented to a whole new level. When you’ve convinced Castiel to get behind your cause, he is all in, no holding back, completely and utterly. Yes, he does doubt, but when he commits, he commits.
An interesting thing about Castiel is that he’s an idealist. Not necessary an idealist in the sense that he sticks to a specific set of ideals, but in the sense that his ideals are goals towards which he works. The goals he chooses for himself, such as peace in Heaven, are not always attainable or realistic. Castiel may believe they are, but the likelihood him actually achieving them are slim to none. He wants things, and he thinks that he can make them so, but in reality, it’s a lot more complicated than pushing at an issue until it yields.
Something about Castiel that isn’t immediately apparent is that he is a actually manipulative bastard. Manipulation of words, or manipulation by playing on emotions, Castiel isn’t picky and he resorts to what works. He has an amazing grasp on language, and in the very beginning of Season Four, he uses that awareness to work around the orders he’s been issued without outright rebelling. He finds all the loopholes possible and exploits them, or resorts to playing on Dean and Sam’s concerns for each other at times to get them to do what he wants them to.
The big picture is what Castiel concerns himself with. He rarely looks at the details. He’ll sacrifice a town to save the world, because in his mind, everything is a means to an end. He does what is necessary, and he considers the needs of many before the needs of the few. Dean and Sam’s insistence on saving small towns in the face of the Apocalypse absolutely baffles him, because Castiel can’t see the logic behind it. He thinks like a soldier, in terms of battles and end games and if taking this action will win him a war. He doesn’t think in humanistic terms, and understanding the way humans think is a challenge for him, even after spending a significant amount of time with them.
Castiel was raised to suppress emotion, and displaying it, even after prolonged contact with the Winchesters, is still not something that comes easily to him. Often his interactions with people are extremely dry and monotone. The only overt displays of emotion he’s shown are in situations where he’s been pushed past his breaking point. While he does feel loyalty, it is an extreme feat to gain said loyalty from Castiel. It takes a significant amount of time for said bond to be formed, and even longer for it to strengthen, but once it does, Castiel will literally throw his whole self into support of his new ally.
Impatience is a thing with Castiel. He is very much a man of action, and doesn’t like being held back by contemplation, explanations or discussion. Jimmy Novak says that being Castiel’s vessel is like being chained to a comet and it’s a very apt description. Castiel is efficient and if he’s doing something, he wants it to be done quickly. This bleeds into his dealings with the Winchesters and the other humans he comes into contact with. He’s used to simply being understood, being able to take action, to go go go and go fast, inhumanly so, and it’s extremely frustrating for him to deal with the Winchester’s humanity, which frequently slows them down.
His people skills are lacking. Castiel is most often extremely blunt, and tends to state his opinion without the slightest concern as to how his words may offend or insult his listeners. He will expound at great lengths about things he finds flawed, but if he approves of something, there is rarely any spoken confirmation. He is terse and economical with what he says, so a great deal of how he communicates depends on how well his listener can interpret his body language.
Most of the time, Castiel’s comments tend towards the extremely deadpan. His is not particularly concerned about whether or not he is well-liked, and it shows. He can be very dismissive, and even cutting, when he wants to be. That angelic stereotype about unending patience and niceties? It doesn’t apply to Castiel. He’s not particularly nice, nor particularly patient, and if he finds the words coming out of someone’s mouth stupid, he will express that.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS:
First, there is Castiel’s true for, which has never been seen on the show, and, if seen, will burn out the eyes of the human looking upon it. It is apparently the size of the Chrysler Building. In addition, there is Castiel’s true voice, which is piercing to the human ear, and can level buildings and shatter glass. He can speak through his vessel, or through the use of electronics.
Castiel is a formidable fighter, often able to take on several angels in battle simultaneously and defeat them using his Angel Sword. He also has the power to kill demons, sometimes simply touching them, other times by performing exorcisms. He can teleport, and cover great distances in literally seconds. He once searched an entire town in literally a few moments. He can move objects with a gesture and even ignite them when he so chooses. He can also heal people with a touch. There is also a technique where Castiel emits holy light from his palms, and it kills all who look at it, but he has only ever used this ability once and in a time of great need.
He possesses a wealth of knowledge pertaining to occult and lore, has the ability to cast spells in Enochian, and he knows the structures and defenses of Hell as well as how to navigate heaven.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: preferably night!
✧ MASK DESIGN: this one!
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: Castiel states that his personal heaven is the eternal Tuesday afternoon of autistic man, which manifests itself as a peaceful garden. I’d like to simply take this garden along with him as his place of solace.
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON:
[ At first, there is nothing but static, flaring louder and louder, and the picture onscreen dissolving into fuzzy gray and black lines. It rises and rises, hitting almost ear-piercing pitches, until, abruptly, it stops, and the picture resolves itself into a man. There is a faint rustle that may or may not be wings. He peers at the device, head slightly tilted, eyes narrowed, then smoothes a hand over his tie. ]
Hello.
[ For a moment, it seems as if he would simply cut the feed there. But then he obviously thinks better of it, and squints at the device for a moment. ]
Where am I?
[ He pauses, perhaps in anticipation of an answer, before clearing his throat and continuing. ]
If this is a sign, then it is a most effective one. It is better than I had hoped for, even. And if not…well, then I would ask whoever summoned me to make themself known.
Thank you.
✧ THIRD PERSON: 300+ words
Once, Castiel would say, “I will go seek Revelation,” and orders would come, beautiful shining commands laced in goodness and light. Or so Castiel had thought, until he had met the Winchesters, and learned what it was to doubt. And suddenly Revelation was no longer bright and shining and infallible, and Castiel teetered on the very edge, the precipice of rebellion, and looked down into it.
The Fall was inevitable, he thinks, when he remembers those days, when he was still trying to understand the Winchester boys, with their tangled mess of sins and loyalties and all those things Castiel still cannot put a name to. In that terrifying moment after he had awoken on a hospital bed, tired and aching and undeniably human, he had taken his father’s name in vain, cursed him and the Winchesters for dragging him down.
He is still ashamed of that moment.
In the wake of the Apocalypse, those memories had dulled and faded, like the photographs on Bobby Singer’s mantel, yellowed with age and faded from sunlight. When Castiel recalls the hospital bed, he cannot quite remember what it was to have bug bites that itched no matter how hard he scratched, or the pressure of an IV in the soft, vulnerable skin of his vessel’s wrist, or the breath-stealing pain of broken limbs. These sensations are hard to hold onto when he is all but immortal again, with distance between himself and the aches and pains of humanity.
But Castiel has never forgotten what it was to doubt.
For a time, he could pretend he had no doubts, for surely this path was the only one available to him. Surely there could be no other way to defeat Raphael (oh, if only angels exalted family the way the Winchester clan did; Castiel had ever envied Dean and Sam their loyalty to each other,) than to crack open Purgatory and swallow down the souls that lay within. Surely this way was the most righteous, the most effective, and most importantly, the only option available to him. Castiel was the youngest of his brothers, the baby brother, and even with his newly gifted abilities, he still could not stand against Raphael.
And there was no one left to appeal to for help. Apart from his uneasy truce with Crowley, and the prickly, unnamed and uncertain alliance with Balthazar, there was no one left to turn to. A war between archangels was no place for the Winchesters, especially not after their roles in the Apocalypse. Surely he was correct in not calling on them for aide. Surely he was justified in this, in his attempts to spare them further hardship. Surely no one could fault him for that, for attempting to give them some measure of peace?
These are the things he thinks of, sitting in the garden and looking at his hands. The sun is warm on the back of his neck, and the breeze cool on his face, and yet Castiel takes no pleasure in either. He thinks again and again of the betrayal on the faces of the men he had tentatively come to count as friends, and feels doubt twisting its way through his stomach like a dagger, like a knife.
But surely these doubts are unfounded, he tells himself again. There can be no question of them, not this time.
He asks for a sign, his voice quiet and unsure, for his Father to help him. And the silence stretches endlessly on, and Castiel wonders what a lack of sign means. Validation? Disapproval? His Father’s opinions are still a mystery to him, even now, even after so long spent searching and even longer professing free will and peace in his father’s name. Castiel looks down at his hands, for he will wait as long as it takes for this, for some sign, any sign.
And still, he doubts.