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~*About You
Name: Jesse
Age: 21
Email: neko_strawberri[at]hotmail[dot]com
IM/Personal Journal: xxjezixx
~*Your Character*~
Name: Samuel Winchester
Canon: Supernatural
Series: Television Series
Apperance: Link
Personality: Born into a life he didn't get to choose Sam had always been the odd child. He didn't want to fight a war, despite being the unknowing witness to his own mother's murder. It wasn't until his girlfriend was killed in the same manner which got him back into that life. Which in the long run made him more like his father than he'd care to admit. Even more so when he has his mind set on something. Sam does not like taking orders since that was the main reason for years him and his father did not see eye to eye. He has a guilty conscious about not being able to tell his father that he understood why he did what he did when it was put in perspective. Tendency to heavily blame himself when something goes wrong when he could have done something to stop it, with the exception of while his soul was in the cage. Ever since he regained it, he had been trying to right the wrongs he did while soulless despite it being a imminent danger to his own life. After collapsing from scratching the wall, Dean made him promise he wouldn't dig further. Sam being who he is and not wanting to worry Dean, he hasn't. Not on purpose. The two brothers have been dependent on each other for most of their lives, with a few quarrels here and there but it's nothing beer and a cheesy movie can't fix.
Powers/Abilities: Sam is one of Azazel's special children, born psychic but with muffled abilities that have gone into remission for the most part now that Azazel is deceased. Like his brother, Dean, he was trained into the life of a hunter only he's sometimes more so the level headed of the two. He can recite full latin exorcisms from memory as well as being a 'walking encyclopedia of weirdness' as deemed by Dean for knowing numerous random and sometimes unique little tidbits. Melt silver into bullets, make holy water... everything necessary for a hunter's life. However, under the influence of demon blood--of which is heavily avoided presently--he is capable of activating his psychic abilities even if it is only focused on demons whether it be immobilization, torture for information or killing. It also gives him extra stamina and strength added onto his current and already lengthy stamina and strength.
Canon Point: End 5-11.
Character Journal: withdemonblood
~*Writing Sample*~
First Person: He did not understand where he was or how he even got there. All he knew from the throbbing behind his eyes was slowly killing him, figuratively speaking. Once he was out of the middle of the road he walked into the nearest alleyway. Being in out in the open in a strange place he might as well have been a sitting duck. Carefully he withdraws his phone from the pocket of his jacket only to find out he has no service. "Just great." He mumbles to himself with a sigh and shoves it back into his pocket. That had successfully shot his plan for calling Dean. "I guess the twilight zone doesn't like lifelines." Sighing as he keeps his hand in his pockets. He can still feel his taurus against the small of his back so it wasn't like he was unarmed and kept in mind to check his boot later for the knife. Shoulders tense as he stood at the mouth of the alleyway to survey the area he had landed in. An eyebrow raised as hazel eyes fell on the familiar front. It was a bar. Sam took a few paces forward only to pause at the curb to look before crossing over. He stopped before reaching the door to smooth his shirt and adjust his jacket, the small metal flask bouncing lightly off his chest in the breast pocket of his jacket. There was some form of hope that if his brother was here, this would be the place to find him... or so he would like to believe even if it is an unhealthy habit to drink from dawn until dusk. As he reached for the door he found his mind wandering and contemplating trying to pray for Castiel. If he couldn't find his brother then he would, but until then he could think of a few places to check first.
Name: Jesse
Age: 21
Email: neko_strawberri[at]hotmail[dot]com
IM/Personal Journal: xxjezixx
~*Your Character*~
Name: Samuel Winchester
Canon: Supernatural
Series: Television Series
Apperance: Link
Personality: Born into a life he didn't get to choose Sam had always been the odd child. He didn't want to fight a war, despite being the unknowing witness to his own mother's murder. It wasn't until his girlfriend was killed in the same manner which got him back into that life. Which in the long run made him more like his father than he'd care to admit. Even more so when he has his mind set on something. Sam does not like taking orders since that was the main reason for years him and his father did not see eye to eye. He has a guilty conscious about not being able to tell his father that he understood why he did what he did when it was put in perspective. Tendency to heavily blame himself when something goes wrong when he could have done something to stop it, with the exception of while his soul was in the cage. Ever since he regained it, he had been trying to right the wrongs he did while soulless despite it being a imminent danger to his own life. After collapsing from scratching the wall, Dean made him promise he wouldn't dig further. Sam being who he is and not wanting to worry Dean, he hasn't. Not on purpose. The two brothers have been dependent on each other for most of their lives, with a few quarrels here and there but it's nothing beer and a cheesy movie can't fix.
Powers/Abilities: Sam is one of Azazel's special children, born psychic but with muffled abilities that have gone into remission for the most part now that Azazel is deceased. Like his brother, Dean, he was trained into the life of a hunter only he's sometimes more so the level headed of the two. He can recite full latin exorcisms from memory as well as being a 'walking encyclopedia of weirdness' as deemed by Dean for knowing numerous random and sometimes unique little tidbits. Melt silver into bullets, make holy water... everything necessary for a hunter's life. However, under the influence of demon blood--of which is heavily avoided presently--he is capable of activating his psychic abilities even if it is only focused on demons whether it be immobilization, torture for information or killing. It also gives him extra stamina and strength added onto his current and already lengthy stamina and strength.
Canon Point: End 5-11.
Character Journal: withdemonblood
~*Writing Sample*~
First Person: He did not understand where he was or how he even got there. All he knew from the throbbing behind his eyes was slowly killing him, figuratively speaking. Once he was out of the middle of the road he walked into the nearest alleyway. Being in out in the open in a strange place he might as well have been a sitting duck. Carefully he withdraws his phone from the pocket of his jacket only to find out he has no service. "Just great." He mumbles to himself with a sigh and shoves it back into his pocket. That had successfully shot his plan for calling Dean. "I guess the twilight zone doesn't like lifelines." Sighing as he keeps his hand in his pockets. He can still feel his taurus against the small of his back so it wasn't like he was unarmed and kept in mind to check his boot later for the knife. Shoulders tense as he stood at the mouth of the alleyway to survey the area he had landed in. An eyebrow raised as hazel eyes fell on the familiar front. It was a bar. Sam took a few paces forward only to pause at the curb to look before crossing over. He stopped before reaching the door to smooth his shirt and adjust his jacket, the small metal flask bouncing lightly off his chest in the breast pocket of his jacket. There was some form of hope that if his brother was here, this would be the place to find him... or so he would like to believe even if it is an unhealthy habit to drink from dawn until dusk. As he reached for the door he found his mind wandering and contemplating trying to pray for Castiel. If he couldn't find his brother then he would, but until then he could think of a few places to check first.