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Name: Mae
Personal Journal: nodoff
Contact: ( aim ) thisdisturbia ( plurk ) noddingoff
Timezone: CST
Current Characters:
Character Name: Death
Character Journal: walksamongthem
Canon: Supernatural
Canon Point: Post Season 7 Episode 1 "Meet the New Boss"
Canon Building: 1959 Cadillac Hardtop Coupe Model 6237
History: via Supernatural Wiki.
Personality: Imagine yourself sitting in a room. And in that room, you have the ability to see things of miniscule, microscopic size. Seated there in that room with a cola in hand, you watch and observe as these tiny, insignificant living organisms known as amoebae move on with their lives. It's all very boring and mind-numbing, isn't it? That is how Death views humans and their seemingly pathetic lives on this tiny planet known as Earth. No where else could you find someone to give any less fucks than he.
The only things that actually matter to Death are maintaining the natural order and finding the street-corner vendor that sells the best fried pickle chips or pizza shop. Other than that, he really doesn't give a damn about anyone. So of course this didn't help when he was enslaved by Lucifer for a short period of time. And when combined with having to clean up the messes left behind the Winchesters? He's not the sort of fellow you would want to see before your time is up. He's content with munching on hot dogs and drinking highly caffeinated beverages while making sure people die when they are supposed to. It is pride, his 'life's' work, if you will. Everything happens for a reason. A person dies because it is their time. Their death is merely another stepping stone for the continuing existence of life. It is the one job Death has and he'll be damned if he let's anyone mess this up for him.
And so help you if you decide to try and mess up the natural order, or better yet try to chain him to you: he won't care how delicious that Philly Cheesesteak Sandwich is or how crisp those pickles are. He will haul your ass to Hell and then go on back to his car munching on the food you offered to him. He has zero tolerance for bullshit, no matter small or insignificant the offense is, and will not hesitate to end your life. A man had bumped into him and dared to use an arrogant tone against him. What does Death do? Simple. He brushes him off, literally-- he brushes off his shoulder, and continues walking along down the street as the rude d-bag collapses from sudden heart failure. Death fears no one. He answers to no one but himself. Other than taxes, he is the one permanent guarrentee in life. And when all is said and done? He will continue to exist. Even after God has died.
Death is not only the oldest of the Four Horsemen, but as old (if not older) than God, he has seen a lot. A whole lot. He witnessed the creation of the Leviathans, the angels, the demons, the humans-- everything that had has ever lived Death has witnessed their birth. Personally, he found the Leviathans entertaining and was mildly disappointed when God locked them away into Purgatory. Angels and demons just aren't as amusing you know. And humans are just stupid. To this day he still wonders why he even bothers to stick around when there are plenty of other worlds and galaxies he could go to instead.
... It's probably the food.
Powers/Abilities: Including but not limited to:
→ SAMPLES;
First Person Sample:
[ This is the face of a older gentleman, slurping away at a rather large drink that one could only assume to be soda.
It's easy to tell he is sitting at an outside table of a pizzeria, given the sight of people in the background behind him. The device is set up carefully on the table, presumably leaning against the miniature menu display propped up in the middle of the table. In the video the man can be seen blankly observing as people walk past him from both directions but there was an apparent lack of interest in his gaze.
With only his eyes shifting their attention, his gaze falls upon the camera as particular loud slurping sound is heard. He pauses to shake the sealed drink a little, noting that all that remained now was the ice at the bottom of the cup. It isn't until he sets it asides does he finally address the viewer, hand over hand resting upon the table as he leans in a little closer. ]
I will spare you the chit-chat and the nonsense that I can only imagine you monkeys deal in whenever a newcomer arrives here.
All I want to know is where I can find the Entity so that I may have a word with them.
[ Despite the lack of emotion in his features, there is a sense of aggravation in his tone as he pointedly made his demand, gaze unwavering in the feed.
Death was not a happy camper right now. ]
Third Person Sample:
The crumpled brown bag was tossed aside into the trash can as he walked past it. He made no verbal command of it but in the blink of an eye, the familiar dark-haired reaper known as Tessa appeared beside him. All he had to do was think it and they would come.
It was not often he allowed the company of another Reaper around him, willingly, when it was not in regards to the matters of work. Maintaining the natural order was an ever constant, ever flowing process that required the utmost of attention, not to mention skill, to maintain the balance. Things were changing though. As things always do. To a degree the reasoning behind this summoning was for work purposes.
They could very well see an increase of souls over the coming months.
"Because of their foolish ignorance," he began as greeting to the woman beside him, "That arrogant little angel has made quite a mess of things." Death felt her curious gaze upon for a second before she looked away. While she said nothing, he knew that she was familiar with the Winchesters.
Tessa was the one reaper to have constantly crossed their paths over the years.
"I never thought I would see the day the Leviathian would be roaming free again, but here we are," Death continued, not giving notice to anyone that passed them by. How odd he must appear to be, speaking to nothing but air as his corporal form remained visible to the living while the younger reaper did not. "I want you to make sure the others in this particular country are prepared. I have the feeling that despite my future efforts we're still going to have a change in scheduled reapings."
Name: Mae
Personal Journal: nodoff
Contact: ( aim ) thisdisturbia ( plurk ) noddingoff
Timezone: CST
Current Characters:
- Sam Flynn inflynnwetrust
- Romanadvoratrelundar onewithideals
- Tsubomi Hanasaki bloomingchange
- Belle French choseherdestiny
Character Name: Death
Character Journal: walksamongthem
Canon: Supernatural
Canon Point: Post Season 7 Episode 1 "Meet the New Boss"
Canon Building: 1959 Cadillac Hardtop Coupe Model 6237
History: via Supernatural Wiki.
Personality: Imagine yourself sitting in a room. And in that room, you have the ability to see things of miniscule, microscopic size. Seated there in that room with a cola in hand, you watch and observe as these tiny, insignificant living organisms known as amoebae move on with their lives. It's all very boring and mind-numbing, isn't it? That is how Death views humans and their seemingly pathetic lives on this tiny planet known as Earth. No where else could you find someone to give any less fucks than he.
The only things that actually matter to Death are maintaining the natural order and finding the street-corner vendor that sells the best fried pickle chips or pizza shop. Other than that, he really doesn't give a damn about anyone. So of course this didn't help when he was enslaved by Lucifer for a short period of time. And when combined with having to clean up the messes left behind the Winchesters? He's not the sort of fellow you would want to see before your time is up. He's content with munching on hot dogs and drinking highly caffeinated beverages while making sure people die when they are supposed to. It is pride, his 'life's' work, if you will. Everything happens for a reason. A person dies because it is their time. Their death is merely another stepping stone for the continuing existence of life. It is the one job Death has and he'll be damned if he let's anyone mess this up for him.
And so help you if you decide to try and mess up the natural order, or better yet try to chain him to you: he won't care how delicious that Philly Cheesesteak Sandwich is or how crisp those pickles are. He will haul your ass to Hell and then go on back to his car munching on the food you offered to him. He has zero tolerance for bullshit, no matter small or insignificant the offense is, and will not hesitate to end your life. A man had bumped into him and dared to use an arrogant tone against him. What does Death do? Simple. He brushes him off, literally-- he brushes off his shoulder, and continues walking along down the street as the rude d-bag collapses from sudden heart failure. Death fears no one. He answers to no one but himself. Other than taxes, he is the one permanent guarrentee in life. And when all is said and done? He will continue to exist. Even after God has died.
Death is not only the oldest of the Four Horsemen, but as old (if not older) than God, he has seen a lot. A whole lot. He witnessed the creation of the Leviathans, the angels, the demons, the humans-- everything that had has ever lived Death has witnessed their birth. Personally, he found the Leviathans entertaining and was mildly disappointed when God locked them away into Purgatory. Angels and demons just aren't as amusing you know. And humans are just stupid. To this day he still wonders why he even bothers to stick around when there are plenty of other worlds and galaxies he could go to instead.
... It's probably the food.
Powers/Abilities: Including but not limited to:
- Creating lunar eclipses.
- Can kill a living being by touching them.
- Resurrect the dead.
- Create biblical storms.
- Cause massive hurricanes.
- Travel to Heaven and Hell.
- Reap angels, demons, and reapers alike.
- Kill God, when his/her time comes.
- Is basically omniscient and omnipotent.
→ SAMPLES;
First Person Sample:
[ This is the face of a older gentleman, slurping away at a rather large drink that one could only assume to be soda.
It's easy to tell he is sitting at an outside table of a pizzeria, given the sight of people in the background behind him. The device is set up carefully on the table, presumably leaning against the miniature menu display propped up in the middle of the table. In the video the man can be seen blankly observing as people walk past him from both directions but there was an apparent lack of interest in his gaze.
With only his eyes shifting their attention, his gaze falls upon the camera as particular loud slurping sound is heard. He pauses to shake the sealed drink a little, noting that all that remained now was the ice at the bottom of the cup. It isn't until he sets it asides does he finally address the viewer, hand over hand resting upon the table as he leans in a little closer. ]
I will spare you the chit-chat and the nonsense that I can only imagine you monkeys deal in whenever a newcomer arrives here.
All I want to know is where I can find the Entity so that I may have a word with them.
[ Despite the lack of emotion in his features, there is a sense of aggravation in his tone as he pointedly made his demand, gaze unwavering in the feed.
Death was not a happy camper right now. ]
Third Person Sample:
The crumpled brown bag was tossed aside into the trash can as he walked past it. He made no verbal command of it but in the blink of an eye, the familiar dark-haired reaper known as Tessa appeared beside him. All he had to do was think it and they would come.
It was not often he allowed the company of another Reaper around him, willingly, when it was not in regards to the matters of work. Maintaining the natural order was an ever constant, ever flowing process that required the utmost of attention, not to mention skill, to maintain the balance. Things were changing though. As things always do. To a degree the reasoning behind this summoning was for work purposes.
They could very well see an increase of souls over the coming months.
"Because of their foolish ignorance," he began as greeting to the woman beside him, "That arrogant little angel has made quite a mess of things." Death felt her curious gaze upon for a second before she looked away. While she said nothing, he knew that she was familiar with the Winchesters.
Tessa was the one reaper to have constantly crossed their paths over the years.
"I never thought I would see the day the Leviathian would be roaming free again, but here we are," Death continued, not giving notice to anyone that passed them by. How odd he must appear to be, speaking to nothing but air as his corporal form remained visible to the living while the younger reaper did not. "I want you to make sure the others in this particular country are prepared. I have the feeling that despite my future efforts we're still going to have a change in scheduled reapings."