Characters

[A Girl of Many Fandoms]

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Canon (Available):

Charlie Bradbury
Crowley
Kevin Tran
Sam Winchester


Canon (Unavailable):

Castiel - Mistina60

Angel of the Lord, now fallen. Wings are gone and he's trapped within the confines of his vessel -a handsome man in his 30s with dark hair and blue eyes hidden beneath a squint- and he's landed far from the Winchesters with only the the clothes on his vessel's back -a tan trench coat, a black suit, white button up and a blue tie. As he finds his way back to the Winchesters, Castiel fights the overwhelming guilt crushing his dwindling grace, unbeknownst to him that all that worry -all his concern- was centered on Dean.


Dean Winchester - Mime777

Profession : Hunter
Hobbies : Geeking around, avoiding chick flick moments, eating pie, chugging beer, being overprotective of his younger brother Sam.

But more seriously, the day his mother died and baby Sammy was put into his arms as he was ushered outside their burning house by his father, Dean had felt the weight of the world fall down on him and nothing was ever the same again. Taking care of Sam when John Winchester was away had always been his primary duty, and even in adulthood he continued to feel responsible for his little brother’s well being. So when Sam Winchester took on the trials this last year, Dean had never felt more horrible. He couldn’t dream of forgetting the guilt he felt, because he was meant to suffer through the trials himself, get rid of those sulfur-reeking sons of bitches once and for all, and give Sam the life he knew(or thought he knew) he deserved and longed for.

After the trials, Sam had been so damaged and drained of vital energy, he had fallen into a coma of a kind no doctor was able to identify, and Dean had spent his waking hours turning page after page of each and every book the men of letters owned which could provide information about Sam’s state.
All alone in the bunker, and drowning in a sea of unshakable culpability, one more thing kept throwing buckets and buckets of remorse in his metaphorical pool of shame.

And that was Castiel.

The angel who raised him from the depths of hell where he was meant to rot.
A lost soul whose heart solely desired peace, but somehow managed to break damn near everything he touched. Any other supernatural being causing that much damage would have been ganked by the Winchesters in a second. And Dean was painfully aware of that. But Castiel was something else entirely, and he didn’t know why exactly. He rarely gave anyone his forgiveness that easily. The angel had once again misfired, and Dean felt it was partly his fault, for not figuring out what was wrong with Castiel, for not being there for him.

The renegade soldier from heaven had disappeared after his kin fell from above. With his dwindling Sam-saving resources, one night Dean decided he would concentrate his efforts on fixing what he could fix.


Original:


Diana O’Connell - Diana O’Connell


Hight 5'6
Hair: red(opalescent when in full power)
Eyes: grey
Appearance age: mid 20s

A shape shifting Kitsune with a fondness of shiny objects and fire. Diana tends to keep away from modern day humans and spend her time protecting nature, just exploring, or traveling between the two different worlds by use of her magic. Diana tends to keep to herself and not want to be bothered with worrying about others. She tends to look for what she considers interesting or fun. Her easy going kitsune nature makes her prone to pranks. Diana also has innate understanding of magic though she prefers to just fling fireballs, sometimes in random directions. She can also heal and shift into the form of a large nine tailed fox, though she hardly ever shifts into that form. Diana is also fond of sword fighting and has a great sword named Moonrise, which glows with a white light on command and has the ability to wound spirits and monsters that are normally immune to mortal weapons. She also has a raven companion named Shade, who travels with her from time to time as will as act as a scout. Unlike pretty much all of her kind Diana has fairy like wings, though they allow her to fly it tends to get her teased a lot, buy others though for the most part she takes the teasing in stride, after all flying is so much fun.


Crossover:

none so far  

[mime777]

Here is my bio!

Dean Winchester
Profession : Hunter
Hobbies : Geeking around, avoiding chick flick moments, eating pie, chugging beer, being overprotective of his younger brother Sam.
But more seriously, the day his mother died and baby Sammy was put into his arms as he was ushered outside their burning house by his father, Dean had felt the weight of the world fall down on him and nothing was ever the same again. Taking care of Sam when John Winchester was away had always been his primary duty, and even in adulthood he continued to feel responsible for his little brother’s well being. So when Sam Winchester took on the trials this last year, Dean had never felt more horrible. He couldn’t dream of forgetting the guilt he felt, because he was meant to suffer through the trials himself, get rid of those sulfur-reeking sons of bitches once and for all, and give Sam the life he knew(or thought he knew) he deserved and longed for.
After the trials, Sam had been so damaged and drained of vital energy, he had fallen into a coma of a kind no doctor was able to identify, and Dean had spent his waking hours turning page after page of each and every book the men of letters owned which could provide information about Sam’s state.
All alone in the bunker, and drowning in a sea of unshakable culpability, one more thing kept throwing buckets and buckets of remorse in his metaphorical pool of shame.
And that was Castiel.
The angel who raised him from the depths of hell where he was meant to rot.
A lost soul whose heart solely desired peace, but somehow managed to break damn near everything he touched. Any other supernatural being causing that much damage would have been ganked by the Winchesters in a second. And Dean was painfully aware of that. But Castiel was something else entirely, and he didn’t know why exactly. He rarely gave anyone his forgiveness that easily. The angel had once again misfired, and Dean felt it was partly his fault, for not figuring out what was wrong with Castiel, for not being there for him.
The renegade soldier from heaven had disappeared after his kin fell from above. With his dwindling Sam-saving resources, one night Dean decided he would concentrate his efforts on fixing what he could fix.  

[Diana OConnell]

mime777

Here is my bio!

Dean Winchester
Profession : Hunter
Hobbies : Geeking around, avoiding chick flick moments, eating pie, chugging beer, being overprotective of his younger brother Sam.
But more seriously, the day his mother died and baby Sammy was put into his arms as he was ushered outside their burning house by his father, Dean had felt the weight of the world fall down on him and nothing was ever the same again. Taking care of Sam when John Winchester was away had always been his primary duty, and even in adulthood he continued to feel responsible for his little brother’s well being. So when Sam Winchester took on the trials this last year, Dean had never felt more horrible. He couldn’t dream of forgetting the guilt he felt, because he was meant to suffer through the trials himself, get rid of those sulfur-reeking sons of bitches once and for all, and give Sam the life he knew(or thought he knew) he deserved and longed for.
After the trials, Sam had been so damaged and drained of vital energy, he had fallen into a coma of a kind no doctor was able to identify, and Dean had spent his waking hours turning page after page of each and every book the men of letters owned which could provide information about Sam’s state.
All alone in the bunker, and drowning in a sea of unshakable culpability, one more thing kept throwing buckets and buckets of remorse in his metaphorical pool of shame.
And that was Castiel.
The angel who raised him from the depths of hell where he was meant to rot.
A lost soul whose heart solely desired peace, but somehow managed to break damn near everything he touched. Any other supernatural being causing that much damage would have been ganked by the Winchesters in a second. And Dean was painfully aware of that. But Castiel was something else entirely, and he didn’t know why exactly. He rarely gave anyone his forgiveness that easily. The angel had once again misfired, and Dean felt it was partly his fault, for not figuring out what was wrong with Castiel, for not being there for him.
The renegade soldier from heaven had disappeared after his kin fell from above. With his dwindling Sam-saving resources, one night Dean decided he would concentrate his efforts on fixing what he could fix.

great profile, you are now our Dean.