A_Facility Application
OOC Information:
Name: Amanda
Age: 19
AIM: sandshrews
MSN: so_indeed@live.com
Y!M: so_indeed (I am very creative.)
E-MAIL: same as MSN
IC Information:
Name: Samuel “Sam” Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Timeline: End of Season 2, after finding out Dean sold his soul in order to bring Sam back to life.
Age: 22-23?
Appearance: Sam is tall, standing at roughly 6’4”, and at this point in time he is somewhat lean, having not spent a lot of time working on his physique. However, he is still visibly fit, and he is considered by many to be an attractive man. He has shaggy brown hair that covers his forehead, and green eyes.
Abilities: Sam has visions, which typically occur when he sleeps. However, the visions ceased after the death of Azazel. He also has mild telekinesis, which, at the time he is from, only come out in moments of desperation. He also has mild immunity to demonic inflictions, such as being immune to the Croatoan virus and mind control.
Personality: Sam is not necessarily defined by his intelligence, but it is a large part of his character. He knows a lot about the everything off the top of his head, and if he doesn’t he can normally pull it up after some bouts of research, and he rather enjoys research so he is not bothered if he has to look things up, no matter how long it takes. He is extremely logical, and he prefers to think and plan before jumping into a hunt.
He is much more sensitive than his brother, which can sometimes conflict with his “duties” as a hunter. He is able to connect with people on an emotional level, even if they are considered monsters. He is able to sympathize with how they feel, and as such he is more hesitant to killing at the start of his hunting career.
He blames his father for most of the hardships in his life, seeing as he never had a chance for normalcy until his acceptance to Stanford. He is awkward around people sometimes because he hasn’t spent a lot of time with different sorts of people (those handful of years in college didn’t really help), and it’s hard for him to relax. He stresses and worries easily, and he can get very irritated very quickly.
He fears he’s some sort of freak because of his abilities, and he fears that he will give into the demon’s plans to have him turn evil. He is afraid of losing more people close to him, and as such he can get rather protective over them.
History: Sam was born May 2nd, 1983, to John and Mary Winchester, who he doesn’t remember at all. His mother was killed by Azazel/the Yellow-eyed Demon when he was six months old in a fire that destroyed much of the Winchester home. After that, he had a life on the road, living in dingy hotels with his older brother Dean and father as John hunted the demon that killed Mary, and anything else that he stumbled upon.
Sam does not learn of his father’s job as a hunter until he is eight years old, when he finds his father’s journal detailing everything his hunted, from their appearances and how to kill them. He confronts Dean on the matter, and Dean confirms that supernatural beings are real, and the reason they don’t have a normal childhood is because his father is chasing the being that killed their mother. Sam’s first hunt is a werewolf when he is 14, and at age 18 he leaves for Stanford. He meets Jessica Moore, and as the years pass he intends to propose to her. Then Dean shows up, and their father is missing. They go on a weekend hunting trip after a wendigo John told them to go after, and when Sam returns Jessica is murdered in the same fashion as his mother, prompting him to join Dean in the life of hunting.
Sam is haunted by nightmares of Jessica’s death, but he is still reluctant about being a hunter, but he still helps Dean and saves many people as his precognition gets worse (he confesses to Dean he envisioned Jessica dying for weeks before she passed) and he displays his telekinesis. His father is found, but after a crash that nearly kills the three of them, John sells his soul to the Yellow-Eyed Demon to bring Dean back from the brink of death. After John’s death, he throws himself into the life of hunting, insisting it’s what he would have wanted, despite never showing concern over what he thought before.
He meets associates of John, fellow hunters, and he discovers he is part of the “Special Children”, a group of gifted people that are going to be pitted against each other to find who will lead the demons’ army in an upcoming war, and the brothers slowly uncover more and more about the demons plans as they try to continue on with their lives. Sam is eventually killed by a soldier named Jake, and Dean makes a deal with a Crossroads Demon to deliver himself to hell in one year in exchange for Sam’s life. Sam finds out he was dead, and he vows to find a way to break the contract and save Dean.
Roleplay Sample - Log: Sometimes, Sam didn’t like hunting. At all. He knew they were doing it for a good cause, but he wondered how much was for their dad. He scrubbed a hand over his cheek, trying to wipe off the blood. They had gotten into a scuffle with another shape shifter (really, why did they always run into them?), and they had gotten into a hell of a fight. Or at least Sam did, he wasn’t quite certain where anyone else was. But the shifter was dead now, and she wouldn’t be killing again.
But Sam was sore, and in a sour mood, and he limped towards the Impala, leaning against it when he reached it. He took deep, steady breaths, trying to come down from his adrenaline rush. He supposed that it was a good thing about hunting - the rush, the thrill. Of course, after coming down from the post-fight high came doubts. The monsters, or at least some, had families, had dreams. They hadn’t wanted to be monsters, or at least most of them didn’t. Sam would always feel guilty about killing people who wanted to live normal lives just as much as anyone else did. But they couldn’t, because they were monsters. Freaks. Whatever nasty word you could label them with. He sighed, hobbling towards the passenger’s side. He could think about those things later. For now, they had to get the hell away from the house before someone showed up, curious about all the yelling.
He sinks into his seat, tossing his gun to the floor. He stares down at his bloody hands, wiping them on his jeans. He wasn't sure how much he could do this. How much longer he could stay on the road, how much longer he could keep getting into these fights, or how much longer he could keep killing. Admittedly, he had only killed a few times, but each time still just strained him more.
What the hell was he going to do?
Roleplay Sample - Journal: [The feed clicks on, and there is a man in his twenties, looking visibly uncomfortable. He fiddles with his collar, clearing his throat.]
Where is this place…? And how did I get here? [He’s at a loss, and he looks stressed, brows drawn together.
He rubs the back of his head, frowning at the PDA. He might as well ask some more questions, or something, even if he probably wouldn’t get a response, and even if he had asked questions everyone wanted the answer to.] My name is Sam…and I have a brother, Dean. Has anyone seen him? Or…[He clears his throat. He could do this. He could.] Or a man named Bobby Singer? What’s going on? [He’s frustrated, worried, and he might be starting to panic a bit.
[What if this was some sort of afterlife; would his father be there? His stomach clenches, and you can see on his face he’s conflicted. Then the video cuts off. Sam doesn’t want to know if John was here.]
Questions? Comments? Crazed and creative statements? Those go here. C: None at the moment, really.
Name: Amanda
Age: 19
AIM: sandshrews
MSN: so_indeed@live.com
Y!M: so_indeed (I am very creative.)
E-MAIL: same as MSN
IC Information:
Name: Samuel “Sam” Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Timeline: End of Season 2, after finding out Dean sold his soul in order to bring Sam back to life.
Age: 22-23?
Appearance: Sam is tall, standing at roughly 6’4”, and at this point in time he is somewhat lean, having not spent a lot of time working on his physique. However, he is still visibly fit, and he is considered by many to be an attractive man. He has shaggy brown hair that covers his forehead, and green eyes.
Abilities: Sam has visions, which typically occur when he sleeps. However, the visions ceased after the death of Azazel. He also has mild telekinesis, which, at the time he is from, only come out in moments of desperation. He also has mild immunity to demonic inflictions, such as being immune to the Croatoan virus and mind control.
Personality: Sam is not necessarily defined by his intelligence, but it is a large part of his character. He knows a lot about the everything off the top of his head, and if he doesn’t he can normally pull it up after some bouts of research, and he rather enjoys research so he is not bothered if he has to look things up, no matter how long it takes. He is extremely logical, and he prefers to think and plan before jumping into a hunt.
He is much more sensitive than his brother, which can sometimes conflict with his “duties” as a hunter. He is able to connect with people on an emotional level, even if they are considered monsters. He is able to sympathize with how they feel, and as such he is more hesitant to killing at the start of his hunting career.
He blames his father for most of the hardships in his life, seeing as he never had a chance for normalcy until his acceptance to Stanford. He is awkward around people sometimes because he hasn’t spent a lot of time with different sorts of people (those handful of years in college didn’t really help), and it’s hard for him to relax. He stresses and worries easily, and he can get very irritated very quickly.
He fears he’s some sort of freak because of his abilities, and he fears that he will give into the demon’s plans to have him turn evil. He is afraid of losing more people close to him, and as such he can get rather protective over them.
History: Sam was born May 2nd, 1983, to John and Mary Winchester, who he doesn’t remember at all. His mother was killed by Azazel/the Yellow-eyed Demon when he was six months old in a fire that destroyed much of the Winchester home. After that, he had a life on the road, living in dingy hotels with his older brother Dean and father as John hunted the demon that killed Mary, and anything else that he stumbled upon.
Sam does not learn of his father’s job as a hunter until he is eight years old, when he finds his father’s journal detailing everything his hunted, from their appearances and how to kill them. He confronts Dean on the matter, and Dean confirms that supernatural beings are real, and the reason they don’t have a normal childhood is because his father is chasing the being that killed their mother. Sam’s first hunt is a werewolf when he is 14, and at age 18 he leaves for Stanford. He meets Jessica Moore, and as the years pass he intends to propose to her. Then Dean shows up, and their father is missing. They go on a weekend hunting trip after a wendigo John told them to go after, and when Sam returns Jessica is murdered in the same fashion as his mother, prompting him to join Dean in the life of hunting.
Sam is haunted by nightmares of Jessica’s death, but he is still reluctant about being a hunter, but he still helps Dean and saves many people as his precognition gets worse (he confesses to Dean he envisioned Jessica dying for weeks before she passed) and he displays his telekinesis. His father is found, but after a crash that nearly kills the three of them, John sells his soul to the Yellow-Eyed Demon to bring Dean back from the brink of death. After John’s death, he throws himself into the life of hunting, insisting it’s what he would have wanted, despite never showing concern over what he thought before.
He meets associates of John, fellow hunters, and he discovers he is part of the “Special Children”, a group of gifted people that are going to be pitted against each other to find who will lead the demons’ army in an upcoming war, and the brothers slowly uncover more and more about the demons plans as they try to continue on with their lives. Sam is eventually killed by a soldier named Jake, and Dean makes a deal with a Crossroads Demon to deliver himself to hell in one year in exchange for Sam’s life. Sam finds out he was dead, and he vows to find a way to break the contract and save Dean.
Roleplay Sample - Log: Sometimes, Sam didn’t like hunting. At all. He knew they were doing it for a good cause, but he wondered how much was for their dad. He scrubbed a hand over his cheek, trying to wipe off the blood. They had gotten into a scuffle with another shape shifter (really, why did they always run into them?), and they had gotten into a hell of a fight. Or at least Sam did, he wasn’t quite certain where anyone else was. But the shifter was dead now, and she wouldn’t be killing again.
But Sam was sore, and in a sour mood, and he limped towards the Impala, leaning against it when he reached it. He took deep, steady breaths, trying to come down from his adrenaline rush. He supposed that it was a good thing about hunting - the rush, the thrill. Of course, after coming down from the post-fight high came doubts. The monsters, or at least some, had families, had dreams. They hadn’t wanted to be monsters, or at least most of them didn’t. Sam would always feel guilty about killing people who wanted to live normal lives just as much as anyone else did. But they couldn’t, because they were monsters. Freaks. Whatever nasty word you could label them with. He sighed, hobbling towards the passenger’s side. He could think about those things later. For now, they had to get the hell away from the house before someone showed up, curious about all the yelling.
He sinks into his seat, tossing his gun to the floor. He stares down at his bloody hands, wiping them on his jeans. He wasn't sure how much he could do this. How much longer he could stay on the road, how much longer he could keep getting into these fights, or how much longer he could keep killing. Admittedly, he had only killed a few times, but each time still just strained him more.
What the hell was he going to do?
Roleplay Sample - Journal: [The feed clicks on, and there is a man in his twenties, looking visibly uncomfortable. He fiddles with his collar, clearing his throat.]
Where is this place…? And how did I get here? [He’s at a loss, and he looks stressed, brows drawn together.
He rubs the back of his head, frowning at the PDA. He might as well ask some more questions, or something, even if he probably wouldn’t get a response, and even if he had asked questions everyone wanted the answer to.] My name is Sam…and I have a brother, Dean. Has anyone seen him? Or…[He clears his throat. He could do this. He could.] Or a man named Bobby Singer? What’s going on? [He’s frustrated, worried, and he might be starting to panic a bit.
[What if this was some sort of afterlife; would his father be there? His stomach clenches, and you can see on his face he’s conflicted. Then the video cuts off. Sam doesn’t want to know if John was here.]
Questions? Comments? Crazed and creative statements? Those go here. C: None at the moment, really.