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What  you  care  for  anyway?"I care Claudia because.. I am your creator.""And where do you think you are going ma petite?" Asked Lestat in his usual French accent. Heaving a soft sigh Claudia rolled her eyes before turning to look at him. "To play." She said simply enough in her own sweet little southern accent. "I can't play in the day with the other children. Least I can play at night in the yard. Daddy Lou got me a croquette set.. wanna play?" She asked."It is time to study mon petite monstre. Vous n'avez pas été scolarisé depuis plus d’un an." He said rattling off quickly in French. Tilting her head Claudia frowned. "What?" She asked innocently enough. Giving a somewhat weary smile Lestat spoke again, this time in English. "You must be educated. I will do so for you." He said sounding almost cheerful."Schoolin'? What I need that for? I can read and write.. and figure." She protested. While her education had been limited before her life here she did know the basics more or less. "There is so much more than just that Claudia. I will teach you history, and languages. I will help you expand that mind of yours." He said moving closer."What you care for anyway?" Claudia asked looking to Lestat. While they had moments of affection for one another it was clear Louis was her favorite. They had more in common it felt like, for now anyway. Louis was more concerned with Claudia, her day to day care, making sure in the moment she was a happy and contented little girl. Most days it was clear Lestat took interest because Louis did."I care Claudia because.. I am your creator." He said looking into her eyes. "I made you. And sometimes I believe I made a mistake." He admitted. An instant frown spread across Claudia's face. She was about to call for Louis when Lestat continued. "You are only a year older than when we found you. Little to no change in you however, you will continue to grow, age. Not here." He said reaching out and placing his hands on her shoulders. "But here." He said gently touching her temple. It was rare when she and Lestat were so close to one another. Looking up to him for a few moments she did feel a draw to him, something in her that wanted to trust him."So? I get to be young forever. Sounds pretty good to me." Claudia protested. Lestat only nodded "now. But soon you will understand what I mean ma chère. And when you do you will understand I am trying to help you." He said looking down to her for a moment. He stroked her cheek before placing his hand on it. "I can not talk with you like Louis can. I want to talk to you, Claudia. I am not like Louis, you and I know this. But I am trying. We will start with French? Then move on to something only you and I can speak. We'll have our own little secrets, oui?" He asked hoping Claudia wouldn't put up too much resistance. Claudia seemed hesitant but then again she thought some learning couldn't hurt. And this seemed like something that would really make Louis happy. Something she loved to do. Looking up to Lestat she smiled and took his hand in her own. "Oui.." she repeated unsure of herself. Along with making Louis happy she still felt that urge to want to trust Lestat, maybe it was because he was her maker. Lestat only smiled "we will have you speaking French in no time! Vous verrez!""I can not talk with you like Louis can. I want to talk to you, Claudia." template credit.

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INFORMATION  Medium. Adeline can see the dead and uses this for Medium work with the police (She often travels all over the world, renowned for her abilities at this point) but they are highly unreliable at giving information, often they don't remember important details such as names or descriptions. She has grown used to seeing them but they still scare her sometimes: they can be aggressive, angry, mean, venegeful, frightened also or absolutely mutilated. It also seems that when it comes to the murdered and violent deaths they tend to be attached to something belonging to the one who killed them, the killer themselves or to their own deceased body.   The Nocturna. Addy owns The Nocturna Goth Club in Downtown, DC. After she moved from Portland to get away from the life she had there (working as a Medium for the police was hard on her mental health) she tried to erase her past traumas and finally allowed herself to dive into her passions. She got an associates in Business Management, took out a Business Loan and opened up her club. It's nestled like a Speak Easy in the back alley and requires a password to enter which passes by word of mouth. It began to attract some less than savory characters but to Addy their money was just as good as anyone elses and so she turns a blind eye to the seedier exchanges that happen under her roof so long as they don't abuse her staff or use her property to conduct their dirty business (such as murder). The Luna Moth. Adeline often sings at the club, though she doesn't tend to sing much outside of it's walls and she has become known in the Goth Scene as The Luna Moth, a title given lovingly to her for her beauty as well as for her haunting soprano. Mental Health. Addy has had a hard life, like many, her mother was abusive and her romantic life hasn't been much better; she's been in an out of asylums and rehabs since she was 6 for misdiagnosed Schizophrenia, Posssession, Attempted Suicide, Self-Harming, Alcoholism and Addiction. She tries to put on a brave face, act friendly and charismatic but to a degree, much of it is an act. Addiction. Due to the Ghost Sight, Adeline has always been dependant on some form of drug to try and drown them out. While in Portland she only used prescription medications for anxiety, sleeping pills, vicodin, weed, liquor and anything that could calm her nerves or get rid of her sight for a while. When she moved to DC, she tried to take control of her life rather than spending it helping the dead but the ghosts of course didn't stop needing her and the guilt combined with the frustation and fear caused her to dive worse into the drug scene. By the time she'd opened The Nocturna, she was addicted to crack as well as several other drugs, though she avoids psychodelics after a bad experience with LSD and her Ghost Side scared her so bad she still has nightmares.  

Dr. Peters welcomes you to his practice. Share withh him you long standing frustrations and disappointmets. He will do what's necessary to brig your the relief you crave. Father Peter will hear your confession and release you from your suffering. Mr. Williamson's class in human sexuality is one of the best attended clases at St. Elizabeth's College for Women.

How does Kian handle his mental health…I’m not so sure that is question anyone can answer, including Kian.Kian has a very traumatic past full of horror stories of abuse, and clinically, he would most likely be continuously described as being a cruel, careless, short-tempered, manipulative, moraless and slightly unreasonable individual. Possibly a sociopath.  Though he shows little to no regard for other people in general, Kian does on rare occasions feel a slight sense of guilt and remorse for some of his actions, he just does not show it.  For someone who has never been shown love or affection and had it beat into them that they were not worthy of love, eventually deems themselves unlovable.  This in turn causes them to develop very unhealthy coping mechanisms in order to protect themselves while hurting others.  Kian has no idea how to heal or how to allow himself to feel anything at all.  He does have emotions, very choatic, extremely intense ones when they are provoked.Years of humiliation and physical/emotional abuse at the hands of those meant to protect him are the ingredients that make a monster.  He was let down by the justice system, and mentally mutalated at the hands of foster families.  That coupled with his biological parent’s inability or will to care for them (Kian and his twin sister Keylee) and instead abandoning them was a betrayal that Kian has never been able to overcome.  What really f***ed him up mentally, was his inability to protect his twin sister Key’s from the abuse done by their long term foster father.  This failure remains the catalyst that provokes Kian's self-sabotaging behaviors and forever fuels his internal rage that often surfaces in despicable ways. Vengeful and power-hungry, he will stop at nothing to achieve his ends and remove those who stand in his way.Kian refuses to trust anyone aside from his sister Key’s, convinced no one does anything with good intentions, and he will never allow himself to be set up for disappointment.  Every new person or situation he encounters will be overthought and analysed.  Kian will mull over every possible motive and bad intention this individual may have, spending hours imagining all the different ways they are plotting against him and all the possible outcomes of those conjured up ideas.  This is why Kian always places the person’s usefulness before pleasure and will usually only keep people around while they suit his needs and then they are discarded. There is a truly sadistic side to Kian, notably when he deals with people that he feels have crossed him or his sister.  Once he believes someone has committed some sort of treason against either one of them, that person will suffer a slow and painful demise, usually in the form of Kian setting out to ruin their lives, hell bent on burning them until they are nothing more than a mere pile of ash.  This is usually carried out in the form of blackmail that ultimately leads to them virtually being erased.  Kian is a skilled investigator and will find anything damaging that is out there to use against a nemesis.  He is so savage that even if the victim succumbs to his demands, he often will still follow through with the plot of their demise.  It depends on how sever he has deemed their crime.  He does this by way of slaughtering their reputation publicly, exposing all their dirty little secrets, sometimes setting them up to get caught in compromising positions.   He will use anything, ensuring that they lose their job, completely decimate their relationships with friends, their spouses, family…even including their children.  Kian shows no mercy, punishing them from behind the scenes and reveling in his victory to the very end, until they are in complete ruin, left with nothing,  He can sometimes be cold and ill-mannered, and he is also not above using children in his schemes, but he hates people in general who mistreat or abuse their children; due to how he was mistreated and abused by his foster Father.  This is also why Kian shows such an intolerance for children, he doesn’t want them around, afraid he will see the same pain in their eyes that no one saw in his. Kian is meticulous with his sense of self-preservation.  Whenever he is in a situation where he knows he might not come out on top, he reveals information that keeps his enemies from attempting any form of retaliation.  Kian will even hurt those he doesn’t set out to purposly harm, seeing them as nothing more than collateral damage in his quest for revenge.  Kian rarely gets made a fool out of and doesn't like to be made a fool out of either. He is nearly impossible to catch off guard as he is highly intelligent, intensely calculating, and always thinks of contingencies.  He secretly admits that he makes mistakes and learns from them as well, but he is always two steps ahead of his enemies.  Obviously, he is not a very forgiving person and despite being manipulative, he does not like being lied to. He does not take being betrayed very well, especially if it is someone that he may have taken a liking to. While he might seem like all gloom and doom, Kian does however have a sarcastic sense of humor and is capable of having a good time once in a while.  He is sarcastic even towards the only person he cares about, his sister, and can on rare occassions even be known joke around with others he has come to tolerate.   Kian’s  hunger for power and ruthless displays that portray a lack of empathy or compassion truly are just ways that he hides a deep fear of being alone forever, believing he truly is unlovable.  Everything he does is simply his mind’s instinctive defense system, entrusted to keep him from ever feeling the pain of rejection and worthlessness ever again.   This all stems from the trauma of his abusive childhood.Even if he is cruel, he still has a part of humanity which is shown when he is overly protective of Key’s and does have some compassionate moments of vulnerability with her.  He is very possessive and jealous and sometimes in a very dangerous way, that is the only evidence you might find that proves he likes you. All Kian truly wants is for people in general, to be loyal to him and respect him of their own free will, but he won’t allow that to happen.  He is his own worst enemy in that regard.  Although he puts up a tough demeanor, deep down in that cold black soul of his, he cares and wants to believe he is capable of love and being loved, he just needs someone to show him how, to convince him to let them break through those fortress walls forged around him. So how does he cope with his mental health…he doesn’t, he just let’s his demons run loose while he attempts to harness their evil for his own gain. 

I’ve been writing for almost 20 years—my roleplay journey started on Myspace in 2005, and since then I’ve written through quite a few interesting events and as a number of characters. With that being stated, as times changes and things evolve, I’ve found that I hold to a lot of the older roleplay etiquette, style, and traditions. Sometimes it feels difficult to connect with writers who are newer to the scene as a result of this, perhaps because I don’t quite understand the way things are done now versus how they were done then. It’s also worth saying that it takes a lot for me to be comfortable sharing my writing and ideas—ironically, it actually makes me anxious to do so.It’s a process.Celestia Nightingale can be classified as an original character, but the catch is that she’s also from an original verse. Meaning, everything about her listed on this profile is my brain baby—it’s just been adapted and simplified for the sake of roleplay.The truth is that she’s the sequel main character to a story I wrote called Fate’s A Tragedy—she has a story, relationships, a world, and even a prequel, that’s been developed over the years. Her tale is just one that was never published into anything official. Some of the older folk still around might actually remember her predecessor.With this in mind, I’d like to set some very clear expectations about what I’m looking for from this experience. First and foremost: being comfortable with reading, learning, and discussing things about crossing over and character interactions is imperative. I’m seeking long-term stories and therefore look to world-build together with who I’m writing with. I will bring a lot to the table to discuss, especially if I’m familiar with a character or verse—and honestly? I expect that effort to be matched. It gets tiring carrying the weight of a discussion only for it to go either unreciprocated or unanswered.If I’m not what you’re looking for or interested in, be honest. I won’t be offended.On the flipside of that, don’t be afraid to say what’s on the bucket list either. Has it been a long-standing dream to write a scene at a ball? A tavern brawl? Jumping off rooftops? Or even a murder mystery? Anything? This is a safe space to let ideas run wild. If the shoe can fit, I’ll gladly oblige. Also—I love, love, love to be asked questions about my character and her world, and to ask them in return. If the vibe is right, I’m never averse to making new friends out of character, either. Never be afraid to ask: “How would Celestia react to x?” Or “What kind of Pokemon trainer would she be?” I want to know a character’s (and their writer’s) head-canons, motivations, reactions, etc.In terms of shipping (on the off-chance): Celestia can be a difficult character to romance. She’s awkward and reluctant in her expression of affection, doesn’t like being around most people, and plays most of her vulnerable thoughts and feelings quite close to the vest. She’s an acts of service type for sure—but, genuinely worth it if you’re willing to overcome and invest in the challenge. I don't write smut. No issues with others who do, it's just not my cup of tea.Status and comment banter will be done occasionally, but it isn’t my focus for this character and I don’t find it very fulfilling. I’m open to using it as a test-run between characters, however.On that note—I do realize that this can take a lot of time, and just as I request patience, I’m not so daft as to not have it with others in return. We’ve all got lives outside of roleplay!Thanks for coming to my Tedtalk. 

abel wasn't only preferred by God, but by eve too.adam was impartial, but he saw more in abel. and when the rejected child was banished forkilling the Lord's favorite and the mother's favorite,eve refused to look at him. she never spoke his name affectionately again. she mourned for abel even afterseth came along. when you lack your mother's love,there is no earthly love that will suffice.  

It was a late night at the casino Logan usually never did this stuff but that day he was feeling lucky and decided to do a little gambling . The year was 1975 Wolverine had yet to receive the adamantium though he still had claws just with bone no metal what so ever at that time.   He hummed some of the song that played on the radio some led zeppelin (Kashmir) tapping his chip looking around he placed his bet down but however he noticed real quick that the man who was dealing the cards as he shuffled them that he nodded to another player who gave a signal the the person and he put the card down he lost and the guy who the dealer pushed all the coins over to the man in the black tux when the award was pushed over Logan was not going to allow he with no hesitation stabbed the coins with his ugly bone claws without looking at the man taking a long drag from his cigar he pressed it down onto the lighter and said *normally I would couldn't help noticed something ...you cheated * the man's body guards walked over seeing the potential threat the man with a thick Italian accent waved away the guards the dealer looked scared more so for Logan's sake knowing the man he was no other than a Don in the Mafia and he was well known as to be a ruthless murder but they didn't know anything about Logan yet thay were thinking he was one of those mutant freaks the man stood up and looked at Logan * didn't you see the sign when you walked in * no mutants allowed * Logan rolled his eyes * does it look like I give a sh*t * the man scoffed and said pulling out his gun he pressed it on Logan's temple * you really should * he said to Logan. Logan didn't flinch like others would he heard him ready to click it when Logan jumped up and with his bone claws sliced the gun and bullets into two pieces he grunted because using his claws was always a bit uncomfortable. He growled seeing his guys aim their guns after the gun was sliced into two pieces making their boss with no gun. They started to shoot and they didn't care who got shot instead of sucking for cover he growled Logan charged at the Mafia members he charged at them and he cut off one of their heads and then stabbed the other so many times the man was like string cheese nothing but holes when they dropped dead the people who saw screamed and ran for help Logan's nice white suit was dripping with blood all over especially his hands but it wasn't his blood that's for sure the bullets popped out of his skin as he regenerated with no issues as his claws slithered in he stepped over all the bodies he had left the three he picked up a chip but slid the rest to the scared as frozen dealer he smiled at the dealer * take a good vacation with these * he gave him practically it all but one chip that one he stuffed into his pocket he said * remember not to cheat * he said as he walked out and the dealer nervously laughed when Logan left the building without ever looking back from that moment when he killed the Mafia members.https://youtu.be/tzVJPgCn-Z8?si=DB4NT87HIMoCDBA1

Name: Helzra Clawmay   Age: 16 to 20 Quirk: shadow shiftform Basically she can manipulate shadows in a way that she can form non living and living things from shadows, bigger the shadow space means bigger or more she can form. She can also use her own shadow to shift her own form into a large demon like wolf. Appearance: standing at roughly 5 foot 6 she is usually dressed in more goth punk style stuff but nothing crazy edgy. She has very vibrant blood red curls that reach about just above her shoulders and bright ivy green eyes with think slit pupils similar to a cats. Her face is soft and covered if freckles that are more noticeable around her nose and eyes. She has a dark red wolf tail that she can move at will and her nails and teeth are similar to a canine or felines, sharp. Likes:she loves cats despite how she only mainly forms wolves with her quirk, favorite color is purple no matter the shade, food especially ribs. Dislikes: she don't hate dogs but she isn't a big fan of dog energy that dogs have, rude for no reason people, the cold

Goodbye my love, A week had passed since the phone call with Tawny or very nearly, and he regretted not calling to check up on her but he could certainly place the blame on the actual recording sessions. Intended to be a one day session, it had stretched out to take several days to complete, due to the fact the sessions had been plagued with equipment failures, or other such nonsense. And yet here he was, driving alone to a gig. It seemed that since that outburst it had been one failure after another, and he hoped there was going to be nothing to foul this gig up.But luckily the traffic wasn’t giving him a headache with a backup on the thoroughfare, but his mind, it seemed, was a universe away. Idly he pressed a preset button on the radio and II Can’t Quit you Baby by Led Zeppelin came through the car speakers. Certainly an ironic song for the way he was feeling right now. Before he knew it, the exit for Sunset Boulevard was approaching, and he prepared to pull off the highway. It was certainly true. Since the evening he had met Tawny at that restaurant, he had been smitten beyond belief by Tawny, and even through this separation, it was impossible to quit her. Even at the thought of it, his heart had seemed to lodge in his throat, threatening to cut off air. Why was he so f***ing nervous? He and Tawny had known each other since 1987. There shouldn’t be any reason why he should be acting in such a manner. It wasn’t like this was a first date…or was it?David pulled into the parking lot of the Black Cat and found a parking space in the back. Gripping the steering wheel he inhaled sharply. He glanced at the sky and furrowed his eyebrows, funny. There was no talk of rain in the forecast from what he’d heard but the sky looked like it was about to let loose at any moment, which did no small favors for him, but it lit a fire under him to exit the car, and hightail it to the stage door entrance of the club.The backstage area was cramped, but he maneuvered to his dressing room and shed his jacket, then hung it on the inside of the door. Even from his vantage point in the dressing room, he could hear the band beginning to set up for a soundcheck. At least he wasn’t late for it.He glanced over to the small closet in the corner and saw that his clothing for the show had already been unpacked and hung up neatly, but he was soon distracted by a knock at the door. Immediately he presumed it could be one of the boys coming to tell him they were ready to begin the soundcheck. But something told him it couldn’t be. The knock was lighter. He adjusted the leather jacket he was wearing and approached the door. He reached out and opened it. Instead, he saw Tawny, in a short dress that accentuated her curves exquisitely. The look was completed by fishnets and stilettos with her hair teased to perfection.“I hope you don't mind me coming back here, David. A friend just dropped me off. And I thought…”David stepped aside and gestured for her to come in, then closed the door behind her. “You look incredible, baby.”She only gave a small smile and figited her hands in front of her, which caused David to furrow his eyebrows in concern. “Tawny?” he intoned as he urged her to sit down. br> There was another knock at the door and he could hear Adrian’s voice on the other end. “David, we need to get to that soundcheck. The management is yapping about it.”“I’ll be out in a few, stall them for a few moments, I don’t care.” Adrian didn’t need to know he was in here trying to talk to Tawny. He glanced at the door a few moments then turned his undivided attention back to Tawny. “Baby, I can’t help you if you won’t talk to me. There has got to be something a lot deeper than just missing me. Is your depression weighing you down again?”“David, I really don’t know what it is. I made a rash decision in the heat of the moment when I walked out. I know that for a fact. And I also think it could be the fact that I was off my medication at the time of our fight. That’s what caused me to snap. And I just…walked out without thinking. Which I shouldn’t have done.”He sighed and stood, raising an eyebrow at this newfound information. His mind was swimming. Her outburst was now making more sense. She hadn’t been in her correct frame of mind when she’d had the outburst and walked out. But he knew the wrong thing to do at this moment was to react the way she had done. Waiting for a few moments, he came and sat beside her. “Baby, listen. If taken correctly per doctor’s orders, that medicine is there to help you. In order for me to come back home, you have to be back on it, baby. It won’t do us any good if we’re always at each other’s throats.” He took one of her hands into his and gently threaded it through her hair with the other. “Listen. After the show tonight, we’ll talk more, I promise. You know how my bandmates are. If I don’t show up for this soundcheck, they’re going to knock down that door.” It was meant as a jest, but there was an element of truth in the statement as well.” He stood, glanced down at her and squeezed her shoulder. “Try not to worry, baby. If you want to, you can either stay here or you can sit in on the soundcheck. It’s up to you.”Tawny thought for a moment, but David could tell something else was eating at her. “Something’s bothering you Tawny.”She sighed, as she pondered how to approach the subject. “I know it’s a Deep Purple song, but you don’t sing Soldier of Fortune much, if at all. And you really don’t talk much about your time in Deep Purple.”David exhaled slowly, and came to sit beside Tawny. “There’s a good reason I don’t talk about it much, but I think it’s time you know. I was young when I was in Deep Purple. I was just barely into my twenties. I wrote Soldier of Fortune for a girl I had fallen in love with. It was a whirlwind relationship, and things moved fast…she also introduced me to the rock n roll lifestyle. She was a groupie that went by the moniker of ‘Stardust Delight’. Only a few months after we met, we were engaged. Her name was Sapphire Rain.” He grew quiet after a moment and he felt Tawny squeeze his hand, which gave him the resolve to continue. “We had gotten high one night, and it was storming. I was driving her back to the hotel she was staying in, and I took a curve too fast. Sapphire went through the windshield and was killed instantly. But it caused me to go cold turkey to get cleansed up.”He sighed and squeezed Tawny’s hand. “Baby, look at me. Don’t feel you have to compete. You have my full devotion. She’ll always be a part of me, but you’ve also seared yourself onto my heart. Had that not happened, we probably would have never met.” .   Until we meet again in another life CREDIT: WU SHIFU

It was a familiar feeling for her, a feeling that brought back memories of a night long ago, when a friend stopped by for help and she'd had to turn them away due to her mother and her mother's bad habits. She sunk down to the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees for comfort as she cried. She hadn't had a mother figure in years, the alcoholism had made Sandra so selfish in her ways. She didn't consider what Maddie might want or need, and often the girl had to find the help somewhere else.She'd been lucky to have Simon, the kind of friend who never turned her away. A better friend than she'd been able to be all those years before... And now, the likelihood of her having to be separated from him, as well, loomed ahead. What am I going to do now...?Maddie, Simon and Nicole had been planning their futures together ever since the topic of college applications had even come up. The blonde had always been keenly aware that college was her way out, and the idea of being with her chosen family as they started life's next chapter meant the world to her. And now all of that had been ripped away by her mother's selfish choices. She couldn't take it back, it was too late. In an instant her own mother had sold Maddie's future without even a second thought.

Please do not ask me if I want to write, or try to discuss a story with him, or try to make a meeting place. Dean is the Demon Ruler of Hell. You can summon him and make a deal with him, and that's how the story can start. I don't do chance meetings or random bar meetings, or meetings in the park, etc. If you want to "meet" Dean, you can summon him. Please don't ask me about my character, or how I play him. I spent a lot of time writing out a lengthy blog detailing how I play my Dean and I don't need to repeat it in a message because you are too lazy to read it. I am a multi-shipped writer. that means I am going to have more than 1 relationship at a time.  I could be married to 1 page and in a different kind of relationship with the other.  I don't allow jealous pages. If you get jealous, we probably won't fit. Do not play the,  my character is more powerful than yours game with me. Dean's blades can kill hybrids of any combination and I have Dean as a lot older than he looks character. He has Ghost Rider's powers and Etrigan's Powers. I suggest you look them up, both are equally powerful as Demonic Entities, as well as The Mark of Cain and Michael's Power, while weakened, he still has Archangel Grace in him. I am not the I add I'll start, or you add you start page. If you want to write with me, send me something. Don't wait around for me to get to a message for you. I will send my own messages in time, and they are all in character, so please no out of character banter in messages. I do not want my banter broken up for a discussion topic. I will banter with you in stats, I do my role-play in messages no comments. I talk to who I want to talk to, and I take my own time to answer things. Sometimes it may be fast, and sometimes it may be slow, but it's my game and I play how I want to play. Limited online time, I am not always around, but I try to be when I can. I only write semi- to para for my replies, I don't enjoy writing multiple paras or books. I will not answer random doorknocker messages or comments. Those aren't starters to me. I also won't answer stuff about trying to get a discussion for a role-play, or asking me about my character and how I play him, again, it's all broken down already. I am here to just have fun and enjoy myself with as little drama as can be helped, and I am looking forward to playing this game with each and every one of you.-- Dean's writer 

This page contains darker themes like drugs , sex and abuse and more. This is multi ship and verse page . I ship Preston with anyone but he's closed with his sexuality and he's not going to come to terms with it I'm not here for smut on here with him . I ship him with Jules in canon . Don't be a d*ck

My Dean is different than other Dean Winchester players. During the time of the Apocalypse, Dean had said yes to Michael and the war happened. Taking out over half of the planet. It killed his father John, and his brother who was taken over by Lucifer at the time Sam. Dean managed to take control over Michael for a brief moment that ended up casting himself to the pit.   During his time in Hell, Michael was severely weakened, causing a blurred line between the human known as Dean Winchester and the Archangel Michael. Both viewed themselves as Dean Winchester instead of referring to themselves as two separate entities. Dean lost his humanity when he killed Sam and John, and Michael lost most of his Grace during the battle between Lucifer and the other Archangels at the time.   During their time spent in Hell, Dean hooked up with a Demon known as Etrigan and another Demon known as The Spirit of Vengeance. Both were powerful entities and were known more for being a force of good. During his time in Hell, Dean had acquired the Mark of Cain and The First Blade from Cain himself. It was an attempt to get rid of Michael once and for all and try to salvage what was left of his burnt soul.    That is why he had allowed Etrigan and The Spirit of Vengeance the right to possess him. 2 Demonic-Like entities now forged into 1 vessel along with a broken Archangel. Dean's will was strong, but he was losing himself. In a last attempt, he forged the Mark of Cain into his being to try to regain control but turned into a whole other entity of Demon. The beings known as Etrigan and The Spirit of Vengeance were lost within Dean now. He had their powers, their particular brand of Hell, but were now corrupted during his time in Hell.   Dean was Dean, but he also still had Michael and now the Mark of Cain. The Mark of Cain, for the most part, kept Michael at bay. With his new powers, Dean took over Hell and became the ruler, known as "The Demon" or "Demon's Head.."  With the help of his #2 Crowley, he has become the first human to succesfully take over Hell and keep its rule.    Dean is still Dean, for the sake of the story and my RP he still has his mannerisms as the TV. Dean. He likes the same music, eats the same stuff, ect. His personality is a little more cold in tone, he's hardened by battle and his time in Hell. He's seen so much Death that it's hard for him to be anything different. He's half human- half demon. Instead of getting rid of the Mark and the First Blade, he embraced it and through the absorption of the 2 Demons he met in Hell and their powers, he's stronger than Lucifer.   He has the ability to make Demons of his own, make monsters, and control monsters/demons and other hell-related entities. He is the Alpha Demon.  During the times he spends on Earth, he goes by the title "The Ghost Rider" and uses "Baby" as his vessel. She turns into a ball of flames and a different form of the Impala when he activates his powers, but rarely uses them. He has enough Demonic and Fallen Angel powers that he doesn't recall that, and only does that in special circumstances. --------------  Demonic Traps work on him, but he is The King of Hell, he can escape out of them.   Holy Oil traps him, but he's able to get out of it eventually.  >p>Salt acts as a Supernatural border against him for a while and will slow him down.   Angel Blades and Demonic Blades wound him.    Even though he technically is part Angel, he doesn't need people's permission to possess them as he is more Demon now. He's like 4% Angel, 96% Demon, mostly Angel in the title.   He can be summoned like a regular Demon, and he can make Demon Deals.   Powers:   The Flame of Hell: He can burn any Demonic Entity or Entity of a Hell-based origin.   He can Damn Demons back to Hell or kill Demons with his will alone. -- When Sam had Demon Blood in him-- Example.. Energy blasts: He can create pure blasts of Angelic energy that can wound and kill Knights of Hell.   Smiting: by placing his hand on a Demon and using his power, he can Smite them.   He has a healing factor, and can't really die, because he'll just get sent back to Hell where he rules. Flight: can't sustain it for long, but has the ability to fly for periods at a time. The Penance Stare: is a supernatural ability that incapacitates victims and is only performed by the Spirits of Vengeance or Ghost Rider. When in close combat, the Ghost Rider locks eyes with his opponent and induces self-mortification by imposing his or her every negative action, behavior and sensation, and sin to the pain of others that individual has ever committed in their lifetime. Its effects are similar to the soul-searing effect of hellfire. It can, however, backfire with certain individuals.===============================================Weapons Dean Uses: The First Blade:  A powerful weapon forged through Hell that can control Demonic Creatures, Angelic Creatures, Knights of Hell, Reapers, and other creatures. - can only be used with the Mark of Cain. Excalibur: A sword forged out of mystical properties. Rare metal. Can kill any mystical creature of magical origin/nature. HellFire- Burns all known and unknown Demons and Angels. --------------------------------------------------------------------------Dean is neither good nor evil, he is neutral for the most part. He won't bother you if you don't bother him. I play his personality virtually the same as the T.V. Dean, a little more darker and rougher at times, he is the King of Hell now and has gone through some sh*t. ---------------------------------------While the weakness's don't kill him, he still has basic weakness's. Devil's Traps. Salt. Holy Oil. Bullets hurt him. Angel and Demon Blades. ----------------All of his relationships good and bad are from the show though. Ex. Castiel and he are still close friends. He looks up to Bobby as a Father Figure. He'll interact with Sam as his brother. Ect.. He's just from an Alternate Universe--- Multi-Ship