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Personal Info
Name/online handle: sAmmii
Personal LJ: fuzzyruby
Email: fuzzyruby@gmail.com
AIM/Yahoo/MSN/etc: sammiiwinchester
Character Info:
Character Name: Lucifer, but he has many names
Fandom: Supernatural/The Bible/Paradise Lost/Sandman
Point of entry: From the Cage, before 4:22 "Lucifer Rising"
Type of media: TV/literature/religion/graphic novel
Character's journal: samael_falls
Background: Lucifer, also known as Samael (before his fall), or in common vernacular as The Devil or Satan, is the second oldest Archangel. Only Michael is older. When God created Man, Lucifer refused to bow down before them, finding them unworthy and destructive of God's beautiful creation. He then led a third of the Heavenly host in a rebellion against Heaven and God. He was eventually defeated by Michael and cast (along with his followers) into Hell. From that point forward, Lucifer did everything in his power to pervert and destroy humanity, until he was forcibly locked in a Cage in the lowest level of Hell, from where he could do minimal harm to Humanity. From the cage, he has been plotting with Azazel and Lilith to achieve his freedom, and bring on the Apocalylpse. While his direct influence has been minimized, his demons still take their orders from him, and he is very much still a part of the leadership of Hell.
Personality: Lucifer's personality has been twisted and distorted from years of torment and despair. Originally the brightest of angels, Lucifer is intelligent, wise, and soft-spoken. He is also very much a free thinker, and can be prideful and egotistical. One of his biggest failings is his pride; the fact that he questioned God's plan when it came to Humanity, and thought he knew better than God what was best for God's creation. The years of Hell have made him vengeful, and hateful. Hate, however, is not the opposite of love - that is indifference. He feels very deeply, and still grieves his Fall. There is nothing he wants more than to return to Heaven, but he knows that cannot happen without him repenting sins that he does not feel that he committed. He still believes in the cause he Fell for, and feels very betrayed that he was cast out of Heaven for trying to defend God and his creation. He is capable of great evil and great wrong, but he was - and still is - an angel, and also capable of great kindness, if he feels himself drawn that way. He does not kill or torture without reason. He both hates and is disgusted by demons and evil creatures, as befits an angel, and he still loves God and his brothers who have not fallen. He is convinced that eventually God will see that he was right all along, and pardon him.
Physical Description: In his true form, Lucifer is very large (Castiel states he's as big as the Empire State building, and as an archangel, Lucifer would likely be even larger), and bright and grand enough to blind or kill a normal human being. If a human could view his true form, he looks eerily like Sam Winchester - his true vessel - and this is definitely on purpose. He has large, white wings that are large enough to support him in flight. When he was first cast from heaven they were basically clipped and burned by Michael, but they have healed in the intervening years and are again usable. In truth, he is very beautiful, and looks every bit the angel he was, except for the darkness very evident in his eyes and expressions. He generally wears white - he likes the color and it reminds him of cleanliness and Heaven - everything he has been cast away from.
Does your character have any special powers/abilities/gifts?:Uh, yes. He can fly, he can disappear and reappear, etc. etc. he's an angel, and the Devil. Pretty much your standard gifts and abilities as per Supernatural and the Bible.
List additional characters you play: Kris Furillo (krisnwildfire)
Have you been active in the last 4 weeks with ALL of your characters, if not - why and which characters?: Yep!
Character based writing sample: Lucifer stood in the courtyard of the abandoned mental asylum, listening with disinterest to the fading sounds of gunfire nearby. Apparently Dean and his Merry Men had attempted another attack on his compound. No doubt it would be taken care of with as little trouble as the others. Perhaps a few demons lost, but really, who was counting?
He leaned down to inhale the fragrant perfume of a particularly perfect rose, closing his eyes in rapture.
How wonderful it was to be free, to be truly and utterly free. Dean's stubbornness had kept Michael from finding a vessel, their final battle had never occurred, He had been free to spend the last five years cleansing the world of its greatest plague - humanity. And he was particularly pleased with how he had done it. The Croatoan virus affected only humans. It turned them into creatures even more vicious than they were on their own, leading them to kill many others before the disease finally destroyed its host. When it had finally run its course, he and the demons would take care of whatever few humans had survived, burn their revolting carcasses, and enjoy this beautiful creation of God's the way it should have been enjoyed to start with. Dean and his survivalists were little more than a gnat to be brushed aside, albeit a particularly persistent and annoying one.
He sighed and walked calmly through his garden, with the confident ease of the Lord of the Manor. Thunder sounded in the distance, and he smiled. He loved the rain, and the music that it showered upon the earth. Every day he found more reasons to love this world, and every day he found more reasons that his heart wanted him to fall down to his knees and bless his Father's name. But it was too late for that; he had long ago ceased to listen. He wondered if God was even still alive, or even cared about what happened here. Perhaps he also had lost faith in Humanity, and had abandoned this place for locations unknown.
No matter. He would take care of it as well as the most tender gardener, once he had rid it of the roaches and moles that infested it.
He took a deep breath, drinking in the ozone from the coming storm. He felt a slight stir from Sam, who had long ago stopped trying to escape. He had kept him there, safe, alive. He had no desire to hurt Sam Winchester. He was a comforting presence at times, a companion. Perhaps only Sam could feel what he felt, because they were now so closely linked. Somewhere deep inside, in a place he would share with no one, he almost considered the boy a friend.
He sighed, suddenly hearing footsteps behind him, and turned around to face the intruder.
Starting inventory [10 items]: TBD
Name/online handle: sAmmii
Personal LJ: fuzzyruby
Email: fuzzyruby@gmail.com
AIM/Yahoo/MSN/etc: sammiiwinchester
Character Info:
Character Name: Lucifer, but he has many names
Fandom: Supernatural/The Bible/Paradise Lost/Sandman
Point of entry: From the Cage, before 4:22 "Lucifer Rising"
Type of media: TV/literature/religion/graphic novel
Character's journal: samael_falls
Background: Lucifer, also known as Samael (before his fall), or in common vernacular as The Devil or Satan, is the second oldest Archangel. Only Michael is older. When God created Man, Lucifer refused to bow down before them, finding them unworthy and destructive of God's beautiful creation. He then led a third of the Heavenly host in a rebellion against Heaven and God. He was eventually defeated by Michael and cast (along with his followers) into Hell. From that point forward, Lucifer did everything in his power to pervert and destroy humanity, until he was forcibly locked in a Cage in the lowest level of Hell, from where he could do minimal harm to Humanity. From the cage, he has been plotting with Azazel and Lilith to achieve his freedom, and bring on the Apocalylpse. While his direct influence has been minimized, his demons still take their orders from him, and he is very much still a part of the leadership of Hell.
Personality: Lucifer's personality has been twisted and distorted from years of torment and despair. Originally the brightest of angels, Lucifer is intelligent, wise, and soft-spoken. He is also very much a free thinker, and can be prideful and egotistical. One of his biggest failings is his pride; the fact that he questioned God's plan when it came to Humanity, and thought he knew better than God what was best for God's creation. The years of Hell have made him vengeful, and hateful. Hate, however, is not the opposite of love - that is indifference. He feels very deeply, and still grieves his Fall. There is nothing he wants more than to return to Heaven, but he knows that cannot happen without him repenting sins that he does not feel that he committed. He still believes in the cause he Fell for, and feels very betrayed that he was cast out of Heaven for trying to defend God and his creation. He is capable of great evil and great wrong, but he was - and still is - an angel, and also capable of great kindness, if he feels himself drawn that way. He does not kill or torture without reason. He both hates and is disgusted by demons and evil creatures, as befits an angel, and he still loves God and his brothers who have not fallen. He is convinced that eventually God will see that he was right all along, and pardon him.
Physical Description: In his true form, Lucifer is very large (Castiel states he's as big as the Empire State building, and as an archangel, Lucifer would likely be even larger), and bright and grand enough to blind or kill a normal human being. If a human could view his true form, he looks eerily like Sam Winchester - his true vessel - and this is definitely on purpose. He has large, white wings that are large enough to support him in flight. When he was first cast from heaven they were basically clipped and burned by Michael, but they have healed in the intervening years and are again usable. In truth, he is very beautiful, and looks every bit the angel he was, except for the darkness very evident in his eyes and expressions. He generally wears white - he likes the color and it reminds him of cleanliness and Heaven - everything he has been cast away from.
Does your character have any special powers/abilities/gifts?:Uh, yes. He can fly, he can disappear and reappear, etc. etc. he's an angel, and the Devil. Pretty much your standard gifts and abilities as per Supernatural and the Bible.
List additional characters you play: Kris Furillo (krisnwildfire)
Have you been active in the last 4 weeks with ALL of your characters, if not - why and which characters?: Yep!
Character based writing sample: Lucifer stood in the courtyard of the abandoned mental asylum, listening with disinterest to the fading sounds of gunfire nearby. Apparently Dean and his Merry Men had attempted another attack on his compound. No doubt it would be taken care of with as little trouble as the others. Perhaps a few demons lost, but really, who was counting?
He leaned down to inhale the fragrant perfume of a particularly perfect rose, closing his eyes in rapture.
How wonderful it was to be free, to be truly and utterly free. Dean's stubbornness had kept Michael from finding a vessel, their final battle had never occurred, He had been free to spend the last five years cleansing the world of its greatest plague - humanity. And he was particularly pleased with how he had done it. The Croatoan virus affected only humans. It turned them into creatures even more vicious than they were on their own, leading them to kill many others before the disease finally destroyed its host. When it had finally run its course, he and the demons would take care of whatever few humans had survived, burn their revolting carcasses, and enjoy this beautiful creation of God's the way it should have been enjoyed to start with. Dean and his survivalists were little more than a gnat to be brushed aside, albeit a particularly persistent and annoying one.
He sighed and walked calmly through his garden, with the confident ease of the Lord of the Manor. Thunder sounded in the distance, and he smiled. He loved the rain, and the music that it showered upon the earth. Every day he found more reasons to love this world, and every day he found more reasons that his heart wanted him to fall down to his knees and bless his Father's name. But it was too late for that; he had long ago ceased to listen. He wondered if God was even still alive, or even cared about what happened here. Perhaps he also had lost faith in Humanity, and had abandoned this place for locations unknown.
No matter. He would take care of it as well as the most tender gardener, once he had rid it of the roaches and moles that infested it.
He took a deep breath, drinking in the ozone from the coming storm. He felt a slight stir from Sam, who had long ago stopped trying to escape. He had kept him there, safe, alive. He had no desire to hurt Sam Winchester. He was a comforting presence at times, a companion. Perhaps only Sam could feel what he felt, because they were now so closely linked. Somewhere deep inside, in a place he would share with no one, he almost considered the boy a friend.
He sighed, suddenly hearing footsteps behind him, and turned around to face the intruder.
Starting inventory [10 items]: TBD