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|| Player Information ||
Name: Tal
Personal Journal: that_last_stop
Time zone: Pacific Time! (California)
Contact: email: cvmilligen@gmail.com | aim: icanslashthat
Current Characters: None
|| Character Information ||
Fandom: Supernatural
Name: The Trickster / Gabriel
Canon Point: 5x19 - "Hammer of the Gods" - Just before going in to face Lucifer.
Is this character dead? No; the point at which I am taking him is directly before he gets slain by Lucifer.
History:
SuperWiki | Supernatural Wikia
Personality:
Gabriel is pretty much the prototypical baby of the family.
He's rebellious and irresponsible; he's also more than a little spoiled. He's hypocritical; demanding of others that they play their roles, but unwilling to play his own. He's also quite self-indulgent. He's a snarky, sarcastic asshole - just as much to those he cares about as he is to those he dislikes - and he's fond of dishing out amusingly ironic punishments for the misdeeds of others. Some would call him cowardly for how he fled Heaven, unable to stand up to his brothers; choosing instead to operate under the facade of a Pagan deity. He's also pretty arrogant; a trait of his that can be exploited. He's so self-assured that he often won't see his own failure coming. In a simple world, people would call him a total jerk (or a dick if they're into harsher language) and be done with it.
Fortunately, this is not a simple world.
Gabriel also loves his family very deeply; both the other angels of the Host, and the Pagans who came to foster him. Even after an attempted murder by Kali he was compelled to help her; when he tried to kill Lucifer it was only a half-hearted effort. He can also get extremely touchy (aggro) when the subject of his family comes up; they may suck, but they are his family, and he's protective of 'em. When he's prompted to, and encouraged to, he can man up and do what needs to be done.
When looking at his deeply ironic punishments, it's important to take note that they fit their crime and aren't terribly unfair. While a man who committed serious spousal abuse was viciously taken down by the Hulk, a douchey frat boy came out of his alien abduction only mildly traumatized. He might enjoy dishing it out a little more than he should, but he is the Angel of Justice. He's only sort of doing his job.
He's also flirty, and kind of lewd; his last will and testament was a porno.
Skills | Powers:
Gabriel is an archangel, and one of the four oldest angels in existence; with great age and status comes great power. He's capable of bending time with ease; be it for work, travel or just plain fun. He can orchestrate people's untimely demises and then bring them back to life - repeatedly. He can throw others around using Telekinesis, banish other angels to parts unknown, and (presumably) visit the dreams of mortals. Like his brothers, he can hear prayers when directed at him and he can listen in on the Host (not that he does, because they're like a broken record regarding the Apocalypse). He can heal the wounded, teleport (which is assumed to be some form of flying), and change his appearance at will (which is handy since so many people want to stab him with pointy sticks). He can exorcise demons from the bodies they are possessing. He is blessed with strength and endurance far superior to that of mortals; a throw-down between angels would do more damage to the surroundings. One of his niftier powers is that he can create anything he wants at will; from bodacious babes to entire pocket dimensions with hundreds of seemingly real people in them (TV Land, for instance). He is in possession of, and knows how to use, an archangel's blade. This blade can kill any angel, even Lucifer (though we all saw how that attempt turned out).
Though he's a force to be reckoned with, he's not totally impervious to damage. Holy fire can trap him, as it does any angel, and probably have the same banishing/damaging effect on him that it did on Michael when he got molotov'd. An archangel's blade, even his own, will kill him. Permanently. Enochian sigil can hide people from him, banish him, and keep him out of houses and the like. Death's own Scythe should, in theory, be able to do him in; it's rumored to kill demons, angels and even Death himself. Other weapons of Heaven's arsenal could probably kill him or at least do him serious damage.
First Person Sample:
[The video starts and you're faced with Gabriel. He seems to be taking this whole thing rather well; as if he hadn't been kidnapped and sucked into Hades at all - as though he were visiting of his own free will for a picnic. The camera seems to be set up on a table or rock of some sort.]
This is not where I fell asleep last night - but I can roll with the punches.
[He snaps his fingers and a lavish looking chair appears; he sinks into it with relish. The next thing to appear is a martini, and attached to it is a woman with bare legs up to there.]
Someone mind telling me how I got here?
Third Person Sample: [Third person log format, any situation, any setting. Feel free to use NPC's. 3 or more paragraphs.]
For all his power and grandiose nature, Gabriel was a fan of ramshackle diners on the side of the highway. They offered such a variety of humans to observe that he could stay for hours and not get bored. Road-trippers; truckers; sinners and saints. They came through in all shapes and sizes, and he was there to see them. If need be, he was there to teach them a lesson.
He didn't bother with all the sinners; according to the Bible he was guilty of a few deadly ones himself. The only ones that garnered his undivided attention were the ones who'd done things worthy of punishment. Adulterers were hardly a concern; too many to get, really. The lustful? Well, he'd been on Earth a long time, and was no stranger to the carnal side of life. He was after the rapists, the murderers, and those who were generally cruel.
Beneath him the plastic upholstery of the booth was smooth and squeaked with his every movement; around him the air was warm and buzzing with summer flies. His waitress, Dolores, brought him strawberry syrup, and he poured a liberal helping of it over the top of his buttered short-stack. A small drizzle spilled on the table top and he wiped it up on his finger, sticking the digit in his mouth to suck it clean with little care for decorum.
"Anything else I can get you, hon?" Dolores asked, one hand resting on her hip, the other holding his check.
He grinned at her, an expression that was both gleeful and wicked, "Sugar; side of coffee."
She laughed, jotting it down, "You sure got a sweet tooth, honey. One coffee, comin' right up."
He watched her as she waddled away, a portly woman who was just slightly awkward in her movements, then turned his attention to the door as it chimed. The man who entered was tall and lanky; a trucker hat rested proudly on his head, hiding a receding hairline. Gabriel inhaled a deep breath, lips curling up in a smile that spoke of intention. He very carefully cut a triangle shaped bite of pancake, relishing in the sweet, saltiness of it, his eyes trailing the man as he meandered to one of the counter seats.
That man was worthy of his attention; that man was worthy of his time.
Another bite of sugary breakfast, and then he was planning his attack.
There was important work to be done.
Name: Tal
Personal Journal: that_last_stop
Time zone: Pacific Time! (California)
Contact: email: cvmilligen@gmail.com | aim: icanslashthat
Current Characters: None
|| Character Information ||
Fandom: Supernatural
Name: The Trickster / Gabriel
Canon Point: 5x19 - "Hammer of the Gods" - Just before going in to face Lucifer.
Is this character dead? No; the point at which I am taking him is directly before he gets slain by Lucifer.
History:
SuperWiki | Supernatural Wikia
Personality:
Gabriel is pretty much the prototypical baby of the family.
He's rebellious and irresponsible; he's also more than a little spoiled. He's hypocritical; demanding of others that they play their roles, but unwilling to play his own. He's also quite self-indulgent. He's a snarky, sarcastic asshole - just as much to those he cares about as he is to those he dislikes - and he's fond of dishing out amusingly ironic punishments for the misdeeds of others. Some would call him cowardly for how he fled Heaven, unable to stand up to his brothers; choosing instead to operate under the facade of a Pagan deity. He's also pretty arrogant; a trait of his that can be exploited. He's so self-assured that he often won't see his own failure coming. In a simple world, people would call him a total jerk (or a dick if they're into harsher language) and be done with it.
Fortunately, this is not a simple world.
Gabriel also loves his family very deeply; both the other angels of the Host, and the Pagans who came to foster him. Even after an attempted murder by Kali he was compelled to help her; when he tried to kill Lucifer it was only a half-hearted effort. He can also get extremely touchy (aggro) when the subject of his family comes up; they may suck, but they are his family, and he's protective of 'em. When he's prompted to, and encouraged to, he can man up and do what needs to be done.
When looking at his deeply ironic punishments, it's important to take note that they fit their crime and aren't terribly unfair. While a man who committed serious spousal abuse was viciously taken down by the Hulk, a douchey frat boy came out of his alien abduction only mildly traumatized. He might enjoy dishing it out a little more than he should, but he is the Angel of Justice. He's only sort of doing his job.
He's also flirty, and kind of lewd; his last will and testament was a porno.
Skills | Powers:
Gabriel is an archangel, and one of the four oldest angels in existence; with great age and status comes great power. He's capable of bending time with ease; be it for work, travel or just plain fun. He can orchestrate people's untimely demises and then bring them back to life - repeatedly. He can throw others around using Telekinesis, banish other angels to parts unknown, and (presumably) visit the dreams of mortals. Like his brothers, he can hear prayers when directed at him and he can listen in on the Host (not that he does, because they're like a broken record regarding the Apocalypse). He can heal the wounded, teleport (which is assumed to be some form of flying), and change his appearance at will (which is handy since so many people want to stab him with pointy sticks). He can exorcise demons from the bodies they are possessing. He is blessed with strength and endurance far superior to that of mortals; a throw-down between angels would do more damage to the surroundings. One of his niftier powers is that he can create anything he wants at will; from bodacious babes to entire pocket dimensions with hundreds of seemingly real people in them (TV Land, for instance). He is in possession of, and knows how to use, an archangel's blade. This blade can kill any angel, even Lucifer (though we all saw how that attempt turned out).
Though he's a force to be reckoned with, he's not totally impervious to damage. Holy fire can trap him, as it does any angel, and probably have the same banishing/damaging effect on him that it did on Michael when he got molotov'd. An archangel's blade, even his own, will kill him. Permanently. Enochian sigil can hide people from him, banish him, and keep him out of houses and the like. Death's own Scythe should, in theory, be able to do him in; it's rumored to kill demons, angels and even Death himself. Other weapons of Heaven's arsenal could probably kill him or at least do him serious damage.
First Person Sample:
[The video starts and you're faced with Gabriel. He seems to be taking this whole thing rather well; as if he hadn't been kidnapped and sucked into Hades at all - as though he were visiting of his own free will for a picnic. The camera seems to be set up on a table or rock of some sort.]
This is not where I fell asleep last night - but I can roll with the punches.
[He snaps his fingers and a lavish looking chair appears; he sinks into it with relish. The next thing to appear is a martini, and attached to it is a woman with bare legs up to there.]
Someone mind telling me how I got here?
Third Person Sample: [Third person log format, any situation, any setting. Feel free to use NPC's. 3 or more paragraphs.]
For all his power and grandiose nature, Gabriel was a fan of ramshackle diners on the side of the highway. They offered such a variety of humans to observe that he could stay for hours and not get bored. Road-trippers; truckers; sinners and saints. They came through in all shapes and sizes, and he was there to see them. If need be, he was there to teach them a lesson.
He didn't bother with all the sinners; according to the Bible he was guilty of a few deadly ones himself. The only ones that garnered his undivided attention were the ones who'd done things worthy of punishment. Adulterers were hardly a concern; too many to get, really. The lustful? Well, he'd been on Earth a long time, and was no stranger to the carnal side of life. He was after the rapists, the murderers, and those who were generally cruel.
Beneath him the plastic upholstery of the booth was smooth and squeaked with his every movement; around him the air was warm and buzzing with summer flies. His waitress, Dolores, brought him strawberry syrup, and he poured a liberal helping of it over the top of his buttered short-stack. A small drizzle spilled on the table top and he wiped it up on his finger, sticking the digit in his mouth to suck it clean with little care for decorum.
"Anything else I can get you, hon?" Dolores asked, one hand resting on her hip, the other holding his check.
He grinned at her, an expression that was both gleeful and wicked, "Sugar; side of coffee."
She laughed, jotting it down, "You sure got a sweet tooth, honey. One coffee, comin' right up."
He watched her as she waddled away, a portly woman who was just slightly awkward in her movements, then turned his attention to the door as it chimed. The man who entered was tall and lanky; a trucker hat rested proudly on his head, hiding a receding hairline. Gabriel inhaled a deep breath, lips curling up in a smile that spoke of intention. He very carefully cut a triangle shaped bite of pancake, relishing in the sweet, saltiness of it, his eyes trailing the man as he meandered to one of the counter seats.
That man was worthy of his attention; that man was worthy of his time.
Another bite of sugary breakfast, and then he was planning his attack.
There was important work to be done.