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Player Information
Name: Exxie.
Age: 26.
AIM SN: xxrapturously
email: xxrapturously@gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? Yes.
Currently Played Characters: White Rabbit (killingame)
Leo Baskerville (seposent)
Joker (highest_trump)
Conditional: Activity Check Link: here
Conditional: Official Reserve Link: here
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Supernatural.
Canon Format: TV series.
Character's Name: Death, though naturally he's had thousands of other names in a thousand other languages.
Character's Age: He's been around since before the beginning, so. Quite old.
Conditional: N/A.
What form will your character's NV take? A small, leather-bound notebook.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: He's Death. The Death, not a god of or anything like that-- he's God's opposite. They're two sides of the same coin. God is a creator, so Death is entropy and decay and, well, death. Not to say that Death is incapable of creation, of course, any more than God is incapable of destruction. After all, Death helped God design creation, and he does have his own children-- the Reapers.
So suffice to say that Death is another of those god-modes, but he mostly sticks with his job.
Conditional: N/A.
Weapons: He has a small hand-scythe that can kill like.. anything, but he rarely uses or needs it (since his touch is enough). Some might also argue that his ring is a weapon, since he uses it as a sort of physical manifestation of parts of his power, but he can just as easily re-absorb it.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: History.
Point in Canon: He's caught up with current canon, though his last appearance was 7.01-- in which he was very briefly bound by Dean, Sam, and Bobby, and in which he almost killed Castiel before Castiel broke his bonds.
Conditional: N/A.
Character Personality: Death is one of two beings who've been there since before the beginning, before 'time', before the universe and all the stuff in it. That means that he's literally seen and done it all, and he has no more wonder in him-- if he ever had any at all. While Death isn't emotionless, he certainly isn't as passionate about things as God is, or even as much as God's creations. Instead, he's almost serene most of the time, calm to the point of actually being cold. To be honest, a great deal of his seeming unfeeling is because he rarely has a reason to care enough about anyone to express much emotion. Humans are, at best, one of God's pet projects, and angels are a little like small, bothersome rodents to him. The only ones worthy of his time and attention these days seem to be his reapers, and even they rarely see him in person.
With that said, Death does have his pride. The fact that Lucifer held him for so long infuriates him, and that Castiel thought he could destroy Death clearly irritated him. In all likelihood, the only reason Death didn't immediately destroy Lucifer after being freed from him was because above all, he prefers to keep to the natural order of things. And unfortunately, it apparently wasn't Lucifer's time. --Which isn't to say that he won't interfere with natural order if he feels it's necessary or useful, but things have a way of getting messy like that, so he prefers not to. Death likes orderliness, after all.
Despite his pride, it's difficult to rouse him to anger. After all, there are few beings in the universe who matter enough to inspire fury in him. So far, only Lucifer's truly managed it, and even at his most irate, he's still startlingly cold. Even Lucifer isn't of enough import in his eyes for him to lose his composure, and composure is important to Death. He prefers to appear collected and calm.
Some might say that he seems arrogant, as well, given his disregard for most beings, but that isn't true. He doesn't feel superior because he doesn't need to. For Death, it would be a little like feeling smug about being a higher life form than protozoa. It's not to say, of course, that he doesn't converse with humans-- he does from time to time. Occasionally, he's even downright friendly, in his own way, if the human (or angel) is interesting enough. Dean, Sam, and Bobby, for instance, intrigue him despite being annoyances; there aren't many creatures in existence who, knowing how dangerous he is, would dare to summon him, much less do so twice and then bind him the second time. He does like a break from the monotony once in a while, and they're usually good for it.
With that said, Death seems to have a certain dry sense of humour, which he displays mostly with sarcasm when the mood strikes him.He seems to get a certain morbid amusement out of the effect he has on people, which goes to show he's not quite as stiff as he seems most of the time.
Conditional: N/A.
Character Plans: I've got nothing spectacular planned, honestly. Amy and I have some ideas for he and Chuck, and it might be interesting to see how he interacts with people like.. Aslan and the other Death. I'd like to do some things with him like.. trapping him at some point in a human body, or taking away his powers temporarily. :|a
Appearance/PB: Julian Richings. His icons are representative.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample [ the view is one from the ground, skewed slightly and tilted, and it shows a gray sky and-- a figure. very slender, in a black suit, it's an older man, his face thin and lined, his pitch-black hair slicked back. there's a black cane with a silver handle hooked in the crook of his arm, and with a patient gesture, he adjusts one of his cufflinks, black gaze finally drifting down to the nv.
it might be hard to meet that gaze-- if so, that's all right. after all, it's hard staring in the face of death, isn't it? especially when it's so literal.
his mouth twitches, thin brows arching sightly as he opens his palm. abruptly, the view is different, the nv in death's hand, and his expression is decidedly unimpressed. ]
Really, you've come to Canada? One would think, given everything, you would have preferred somewhere like Bermuda.
[ he doesn't bother mentioning a name-- he knows that the one he's addressing will know it's for him.
a pause, and his gaze lifts boredly away from the nv, shifting out toward his surroundings. ]
Ah well, I suppose it's not all bad. I hear that they do particularly interesting things with maple syrup here.
[ he shuts the nv with a snap and the feed ends. ]
Third Person Sample It had taken Death a grand total of two seconds to decide that the tiny place known as Siren's Port was just another kind of cage. It was a larger cage than the first, granted, but to a being who'd roamed all of reality for years beyond human comprehension, there wasn't much difference in the two. He supposed if he had a mortal body and a mortal brain, it wouldn't be such a disgusting state of affairs, but then.. unlike God, he wasn't the type to indulge in such things. He'd never fallen in love with God's creations the way the deity had-- it simply wasn't within him to love much of anything, to be honest. Death was Death, and he had need of a grand total of one being, which had been true since their beginning. It would continue to be so until, in the end, he reaped God.
Even so, as far as cages went, the port was-- tolerable. There were far too many uppity creatures for his tastes, but.. well, the one thing that Death could say for humans was that they were awfully creative with food.
In fact, he was seated at a little cafe table at that moment. He was the only one outside (probably because of the snow), a cup of tea steaming on the table-top and a slice of some sort of cheesecake on a little plate, half-eaten. There was a newspaper open in his hands, and Death was going through the classifieds with the air of someone who'd already known what would be in them (he had) and was reading it for the simple enjoyment of reading.
To be honest, a part of him was almost hoping that God would sneak in an ad or something just for the fun of it, but then.. God was rather different these days. 'Chuck', he called himself. Not at all like the first human body he'd worn, but then, he'd worn a lot of human bodies over the centuries, and they'd all been different. Making himself a prophet had been a nice touch, but his inexplicable need to hide himself was mildly-- irritating.
Sighing, the dark-haired man shut the paper with a rustle of pages, folding it neatly and setting it aside as he picked up his fork.
Name: Exxie.
Age: 26.
AIM SN: xxrapturously
email: xxrapturously@gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? Yes.
Currently Played Characters: White Rabbit (killingame)
Leo Baskerville (seposent)
Joker (highest_trump)
Conditional: Activity Check Link: here
Conditional: Official Reserve Link: here
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Supernatural.
Canon Format: TV series.
Character's Name: Death, though naturally he's had thousands of other names in a thousand other languages.
Character's Age: He's been around since before the beginning, so. Quite old.
Conditional: N/A.
What form will your character's NV take? A small, leather-bound notebook.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: He's Death. The Death, not a god of or anything like that-- he's God's opposite. They're two sides of the same coin. God is a creator, so Death is entropy and decay and, well, death. Not to say that Death is incapable of creation, of course, any more than God is incapable of destruction. After all, Death helped God design creation, and he does have his own children-- the Reapers.
So suffice to say that Death is another of those god-modes, but he mostly sticks with his job.
Conditional: N/A.
Weapons: He has a small hand-scythe that can kill like.. anything, but he rarely uses or needs it (since his touch is enough). Some might also argue that his ring is a weapon, since he uses it as a sort of physical manifestation of parts of his power, but he can just as easily re-absorb it.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: History.
Point in Canon: He's caught up with current canon, though his last appearance was 7.01-- in which he was very briefly bound by Dean, Sam, and Bobby, and in which he almost killed Castiel before Castiel broke his bonds.
Conditional: N/A.
Character Personality: Death is one of two beings who've been there since before the beginning, before 'time', before the universe and all the stuff in it. That means that he's literally seen and done it all, and he has no more wonder in him-- if he ever had any at all. While Death isn't emotionless, he certainly isn't as passionate about things as God is, or even as much as God's creations. Instead, he's almost serene most of the time, calm to the point of actually being cold. To be honest, a great deal of his seeming unfeeling is because he rarely has a reason to care enough about anyone to express much emotion. Humans are, at best, one of God's pet projects, and angels are a little like small, bothersome rodents to him. The only ones worthy of his time and attention these days seem to be his reapers, and even they rarely see him in person.
With that said, Death does have his pride. The fact that Lucifer held him for so long infuriates him, and that Castiel thought he could destroy Death clearly irritated him. In all likelihood, the only reason Death didn't immediately destroy Lucifer after being freed from him was because above all, he prefers to keep to the natural order of things. And unfortunately, it apparently wasn't Lucifer's time. --Which isn't to say that he won't interfere with natural order if he feels it's necessary or useful, but things have a way of getting messy like that, so he prefers not to. Death likes orderliness, after all.
Despite his pride, it's difficult to rouse him to anger. After all, there are few beings in the universe who matter enough to inspire fury in him. So far, only Lucifer's truly managed it, and even at his most irate, he's still startlingly cold. Even Lucifer isn't of enough import in his eyes for him to lose his composure, and composure is important to Death. He prefers to appear collected and calm.
Some might say that he seems arrogant, as well, given his disregard for most beings, but that isn't true. He doesn't feel superior because he doesn't need to. For Death, it would be a little like feeling smug about being a higher life form than protozoa. It's not to say, of course, that he doesn't converse with humans-- he does from time to time. Occasionally, he's even downright friendly, in his own way, if the human (or angel) is interesting enough. Dean, Sam, and Bobby, for instance, intrigue him despite being annoyances; there aren't many creatures in existence who, knowing how dangerous he is, would dare to summon him, much less do so twice and then bind him the second time. He does like a break from the monotony once in a while, and they're usually good for it.
With that said, Death seems to have a certain dry sense of humour, which he displays mostly with sarcasm when the mood strikes him.He seems to get a certain morbid amusement out of the effect he has on people, which goes to show he's not quite as stiff as he seems most of the time.
Conditional: N/A.
Character Plans: I've got nothing spectacular planned, honestly. Amy and I have some ideas for he and Chuck, and it might be interesting to see how he interacts with people like.. Aslan and the other Death. I'd like to do some things with him like.. trapping him at some point in a human body, or taking away his powers temporarily. :|a
Appearance/PB: Julian Richings. His icons are representative.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample [ the view is one from the ground, skewed slightly and tilted, and it shows a gray sky and-- a figure. very slender, in a black suit, it's an older man, his face thin and lined, his pitch-black hair slicked back. there's a black cane with a silver handle hooked in the crook of his arm, and with a patient gesture, he adjusts one of his cufflinks, black gaze finally drifting down to the nv.
it might be hard to meet that gaze-- if so, that's all right. after all, it's hard staring in the face of death, isn't it? especially when it's so literal.
his mouth twitches, thin brows arching sightly as he opens his palm. abruptly, the view is different, the nv in death's hand, and his expression is decidedly unimpressed. ]
Really, you've come to Canada? One would think, given everything, you would have preferred somewhere like Bermuda.
[ he doesn't bother mentioning a name-- he knows that the one he's addressing will know it's for him.
a pause, and his gaze lifts boredly away from the nv, shifting out toward his surroundings. ]
Ah well, I suppose it's not all bad. I hear that they do particularly interesting things with maple syrup here.
[ he shuts the nv with a snap and the feed ends. ]
Third Person Sample It had taken Death a grand total of two seconds to decide that the tiny place known as Siren's Port was just another kind of cage. It was a larger cage than the first, granted, but to a being who'd roamed all of reality for years beyond human comprehension, there wasn't much difference in the two. He supposed if he had a mortal body and a mortal brain, it wouldn't be such a disgusting state of affairs, but then.. unlike God, he wasn't the type to indulge in such things. He'd never fallen in love with God's creations the way the deity had-- it simply wasn't within him to love much of anything, to be honest. Death was Death, and he had need of a grand total of one being, which had been true since their beginning. It would continue to be so until, in the end, he reaped God.
Even so, as far as cages went, the port was-- tolerable. There were far too many uppity creatures for his tastes, but.. well, the one thing that Death could say for humans was that they were awfully creative with food.
In fact, he was seated at a little cafe table at that moment. He was the only one outside (probably because of the snow), a cup of tea steaming on the table-top and a slice of some sort of cheesecake on a little plate, half-eaten. There was a newspaper open in his hands, and Death was going through the classifieds with the air of someone who'd already known what would be in them (he had) and was reading it for the simple enjoyment of reading.
To be honest, a part of him was almost hoping that God would sneak in an ad or something just for the fun of it, but then.. God was rather different these days. 'Chuck', he called himself. Not at all like the first human body he'd worn, but then, he'd worn a lot of human bodies over the centuries, and they'd all been different. Making himself a prophet had been a nice touch, but his inexplicable need to hide himself was mildly-- irritating.
Sighing, the dark-haired man shut the paper with a rustle of pages, folding it neatly and setting it aside as he picked up his fork.