app for zodion
✖ PLAYER:
Name & LJ: Ely fit_for_king
Birthdate & Age: November 5th, 1990 | 20
Characters played in Zodion: n/a
✖ CHARACTER:
Name: Anna
Canon: Supernatural
PB/Image: Here and here
Info links: SPN Wiki: Anna
Canon Point: Season 4 :: Episode 10 :: Heaven and Hell -- Waiting in the barn for Castiel and Uriel.
Gender: Female
Age: Looks 25, Technically over a billion years old.
Birthdate/Sign: April 13, 1985 (Canon for Anna Milton) / Aries
Tattoo: Aries sign located below her right breast upon the ribcage, about 3x3 inches in size.
Suitability: n/a
Power: Since Anna is being taken from before she regains her Grace, she will still be human. Just with the brains of an Angel. So no powers to speak of from canon. Instead, going for Aries' Fire: Healing.
Personality:
With her newly remembered Celestial memories, Anna's persona has gone through a bit of an overhaul. Where Anna Milton had been just a clueless, regular human to the world of the supernatural, Anna the Angel is anything but. Any visible worry or timidness flew out the door as soon as she woke from the hypnotic trance that afternoon in the Panic Room. Almost immediately she takes on a stronger than had ever been shown on screen to that point. Anna has a bit of a take-charge type of attitude. If something needs dealt with, it gets dealt with; she was defenseless, putting the others in danger simply by being near them, knowing them. So she takes the most logical option, and decides to seek out her Grace. To return to Angel status, the one thing she never wanted to do.
"Don't be afraid. I'm not like the others."
While Anna might very much be an Angel, or a Graceless one, at this point, she's still as far from her family's stereotype as you can get. She's lived twentyfive years as a human, grown and learned how to feel, how to act, how to think for herself. How to be a human.
One key thing that sets Anna apart from the rest of the Angels, is her ability to forgive. To not just say it, but to know what it feels like, to recognize it. She forgives Dean for choosing his brother's life over her own; she knows what sort of decision that would have been. She could never blame him for it. When Castiel tries to apologize for her inevitable death, she calls him on it; he wouldn't know the feeling. Angels weren't allowed to feel, but she did.
While becoming human granted her the free will she longed for, all the flaws of humanity came with that shipping and handling. Anna is stubborn when she sets her mind to something, and that sort of behaviour is eventually what aids in her death.
Another note to make, is that Anna is shown, even as an Angel, unafraid to lie. Even to the face of another Angel, she will fib or white lie and manipulate to get what she wants, to keep her goal (and life) intact. Anna may be mirrored against Lucifer once or twice; both having disobeyed, left Heaven because of their beliefs, but they couldn't be more opposite. Opposing poles, so to speak. Where Lucifer wished obliteration of the humans, wished everything perfect, with only Angels left to live as they pleased... Anna wanted to be apart of those broken, flawed children. It would be unsurprising if Anna had learned to lie long before venturing into humanity.
"So, what, you're just gonna take some divine bong hit, and, shazam, you're Roma Downey?"
She's self sacrificing for starters, willing to give up what she'd always wanted to keep both herself and her friends, by proxy, safe. Heaven wants her dead, and Hell just wants her; a free access point to listen in on Angel Radio. Angel or no, Anna doesn't wish for the Apocalypse. She doesn't want the end of the world, for everything to be laid to waste, just because of an older brother's Satanic Temper Tantrum.
"I know. But when you can, you have people that want to help. You are not alone."
And yet through all of this, even while Anna has spent the last two and a half decades running around as a human, she still holds true to the long lived ways of an Angel. To help guide humanity, to listen to prayers and follow God's orders. She might be a rebel, but there are some things that can't be escaped.
She cares for humanity, more than most of her siblings did anymore. Loves everything about them. From their horrible feelings of pain and anguish, to the bliss of love, sex and chocolate cake. Anna had yearned after them, their free will for choice, emotion, everything. The one thing an Angel was never allowed to have. Being 'Perfect' isn't all it's cracked up to be, and Anna just so happened to have the balls to follow her heart.
"The father you love. You think he wants this? You think he'd ask this of you? You think this is righteous?"
It's hinted at thoughout the series, very subtly, that Anna may have lost her faith a long time ago. "We take it on faith, which we're killed if we don't have." Anna fell, not only for her longing of free will and humanity, but because her faith had waned. An unknowable Father, someone she'd never met face to face, never heard speak or had any real proof that he even existed.
With no God to help out when you need it most, to hope your prayers reach, what else are you left with but yourself? To take manners into her own hands is something Anna often does. Even after she regains her Grace, Anna is left on her own, on the run. The Angels still had orders to kill her or hand her over to the higher-ups. Where was an Angel to go, if not back to Heaven? So she hides, she runs, she fights on her own, protecting herself when no one else will lend a hand. She has very little trust left in anyone of her family, the last strands eventually torn and thrown in her face with Castiel's betrayal.
She may have no trust in her family any longer, but she still cares for them, loves them; it still hurts when they turn on her.
✖ SAMPLES:
"Zodion" First-Person Network Entry: {voice post}
[Despite being new to the scene, an unfamiliar voice, the woman sounds as calm as ever.]
The Twelve, huh. That's an interesting sub-plot. But why send me here? Why make the job more complicated?
[Unless Uriel had decided to be even more of a dick and not make it quick. But then, this didn't have the same feel of Celestial Interference written all over it either. Could something else have done it? This was no hallucination, she knew that much.]
Alright, so if this isn't Heaven's doing, then I'm sure there has to be someone who knows something out there. I'm willing to listen if anyone's willing to talk.
"Zodionlogs" Third-Person Prose Entry:
Maybe it was some sort of godsend to find herself suddenly in the Luminar, away from the oncoming storm of danger. But then, that would mean she'd have to think about whether God really cared what happened to her anymore. That was a whole new can of worms she had no intention of opening.
Whatever the reason, she was here. This was no trick of the mind, no Angel muddled game that they were playing. It was something else, something her severely damped senses just couldn't pick up on. And yet despite the initial confusion, maybe even a twinge of fear... It ebbed away with every step forward she took. Like a settling peace. An afterlife, perhaps? This was none she'd ever heard of. It certainly wasn't Heaven.
But there, just to the wayside was an alter, the glowing box, luring her closer with it's muscle coaxing calmness. Or maybe it was just curiosity that lead her closer, plain and simple. She steps over the circumfrence of water, watching it rise, surrounding and reflective. Although, Anna's more concerned with the sudden sting of pain beneath her chest, one hand pressing against the spot in reflex. A single glance up is all it takes to see her nude reflection. Ah... There was a mark. Aries; branded and glowing dim against her ribcage. She had no doubts that if she yanked her shirt up, she'd find the same thing her reflection was giving.
"...But what's the point of it?" Her voice was stinted in the closed space. She spent a few moments, eyes lingering on her own reflection, studying the strange tattoo. Branding. Her own astrological sign, sure, but what for?
"Alright, what've you got for me..." She murmurs again, forgoing the strange tattoo in favor of popping open the box with a delicate touch- just in case, and pulling the letter out. She frowns. Her name is there, but it's not Anna Milton like she might have thought. No.. It's Anna, הניאל following. The Hebrew is something she hasn't seen in years. Maybe it really was the Angels then, playing a trick or toying with her before they followed through with their orders. It just wasn't like them; even Zachariah, with his love of torment, wouldn't throw her into some sort of pocket dimension, staving off the inevitable. Orders were orders.
No... Someone else was behind this. Someone or something. The Twelve; twelve signs of the Zodiac, perhaps. It would make sense, judging by the new 'ink' she'd recieved. But why?
Name & LJ: Ely fit_for_king
Birthdate & Age: November 5th, 1990 | 20
Characters played in Zodion: n/a
✖ CHARACTER:
Name: Anna
Canon: Supernatural
PB/Image: Here and here
Info links: SPN Wiki: Anna
Canon Point: Season 4 :: Episode 10 :: Heaven and Hell -- Waiting in the barn for Castiel and Uriel.
Gender: Female
Age: Looks 25, Technically over a billion years old.
Birthdate/Sign: April 13, 1985 (Canon for Anna Milton) / Aries
Tattoo: Aries sign located below her right breast upon the ribcage, about 3x3 inches in size.
Suitability: n/a
Power: Since Anna is being taken from before she regains her Grace, she will still be human. Just with the brains of an Angel. So no powers to speak of from canon. Instead, going for Aries' Fire: Healing.
Personality:
With her newly remembered Celestial memories, Anna's persona has gone through a bit of an overhaul. Where Anna Milton had been just a clueless, regular human to the world of the supernatural, Anna the Angel is anything but. Any visible worry or timidness flew out the door as soon as she woke from the hypnotic trance that afternoon in the Panic Room. Almost immediately she takes on a stronger than had ever been shown on screen to that point. Anna has a bit of a take-charge type of attitude. If something needs dealt with, it gets dealt with; she was defenseless, putting the others in danger simply by being near them, knowing them. So she takes the most logical option, and decides to seek out her Grace. To return to Angel status, the one thing she never wanted to do.
"Don't be afraid. I'm not like the others."
While Anna might very much be an Angel, or a Graceless one, at this point, she's still as far from her family's stereotype as you can get. She's lived twentyfive years as a human, grown and learned how to feel, how to act, how to think for herself. How to be a human.
One key thing that sets Anna apart from the rest of the Angels, is her ability to forgive. To not just say it, but to know what it feels like, to recognize it. She forgives Dean for choosing his brother's life over her own; she knows what sort of decision that would have been. She could never blame him for it. When Castiel tries to apologize for her inevitable death, she calls him on it; he wouldn't know the feeling. Angels weren't allowed to feel, but she did.
While becoming human granted her the free will she longed for, all the flaws of humanity came with that shipping and handling. Anna is stubborn when she sets her mind to something, and that sort of behaviour is eventually what aids in her death.
Another note to make, is that Anna is shown, even as an Angel, unafraid to lie. Even to the face of another Angel, she will fib or white lie and manipulate to get what she wants, to keep her goal (and life) intact. Anna may be mirrored against Lucifer once or twice; both having disobeyed, left Heaven because of their beliefs, but they couldn't be more opposite. Opposing poles, so to speak. Where Lucifer wished obliteration of the humans, wished everything perfect, with only Angels left to live as they pleased... Anna wanted to be apart of those broken, flawed children. It would be unsurprising if Anna had learned to lie long before venturing into humanity.
"So, what, you're just gonna take some divine bong hit, and, shazam, you're Roma Downey?"
She's self sacrificing for starters, willing to give up what she'd always wanted to keep both herself and her friends, by proxy, safe. Heaven wants her dead, and Hell just wants her; a free access point to listen in on Angel Radio. Angel or no, Anna doesn't wish for the Apocalypse. She doesn't want the end of the world, for everything to be laid to waste, just because of an older brother's Satanic Temper Tantrum.
"I know. But when you can, you have people that want to help. You are not alone."
And yet through all of this, even while Anna has spent the last two and a half decades running around as a human, she still holds true to the long lived ways of an Angel. To help guide humanity, to listen to prayers and follow God's orders. She might be a rebel, but there are some things that can't be escaped.
She cares for humanity, more than most of her siblings did anymore. Loves everything about them. From their horrible feelings of pain and anguish, to the bliss of love, sex and chocolate cake. Anna had yearned after them, their free will for choice, emotion, everything. The one thing an Angel was never allowed to have. Being 'Perfect' isn't all it's cracked up to be, and Anna just so happened to have the balls to follow her heart.
"The father you love. You think he wants this? You think he'd ask this of you? You think this is righteous?"
It's hinted at thoughout the series, very subtly, that Anna may have lost her faith a long time ago. "We take it on faith, which we're killed if we don't have." Anna fell, not only for her longing of free will and humanity, but because her faith had waned. An unknowable Father, someone she'd never met face to face, never heard speak or had any real proof that he even existed.
With no God to help out when you need it most, to hope your prayers reach, what else are you left with but yourself? To take manners into her own hands is something Anna often does. Even after she regains her Grace, Anna is left on her own, on the run. The Angels still had orders to kill her or hand her over to the higher-ups. Where was an Angel to go, if not back to Heaven? So she hides, she runs, she fights on her own, protecting herself when no one else will lend a hand. She has very little trust left in anyone of her family, the last strands eventually torn and thrown in her face with Castiel's betrayal.
She may have no trust in her family any longer, but she still cares for them, loves them; it still hurts when they turn on her.
✖ SAMPLES:
"Zodion" First-Person Network Entry: {voice post}
[Despite being new to the scene, an unfamiliar voice, the woman sounds as calm as ever.]
The Twelve, huh. That's an interesting sub-plot. But why send me here? Why make the job more complicated?
[Unless Uriel had decided to be even more of a dick and not make it quick. But then, this didn't have the same feel of Celestial Interference written all over it either. Could something else have done it? This was no hallucination, she knew that much.]
Alright, so if this isn't Heaven's doing, then I'm sure there has to be someone who knows something out there. I'm willing to listen if anyone's willing to talk.
"Zodionlogs" Third-Person Prose Entry:
Maybe it was some sort of godsend to find herself suddenly in the Luminar, away from the oncoming storm of danger. But then, that would mean she'd have to think about whether God really cared what happened to her anymore. That was a whole new can of worms she had no intention of opening.
Whatever the reason, she was here. This was no trick of the mind, no Angel muddled game that they were playing. It was something else, something her severely damped senses just couldn't pick up on. And yet despite the initial confusion, maybe even a twinge of fear... It ebbed away with every step forward she took. Like a settling peace. An afterlife, perhaps? This was none she'd ever heard of. It certainly wasn't Heaven.
But there, just to the wayside was an alter, the glowing box, luring her closer with it's muscle coaxing calmness. Or maybe it was just curiosity that lead her closer, plain and simple. She steps over the circumfrence of water, watching it rise, surrounding and reflective. Although, Anna's more concerned with the sudden sting of pain beneath her chest, one hand pressing against the spot in reflex. A single glance up is all it takes to see her nude reflection. Ah... There was a mark. Aries; branded and glowing dim against her ribcage. She had no doubts that if she yanked her shirt up, she'd find the same thing her reflection was giving.
"...But what's the point of it?" Her voice was stinted in the closed space. She spent a few moments, eyes lingering on her own reflection, studying the strange tattoo. Branding. Her own astrological sign, sure, but what for?
"Alright, what've you got for me..." She murmurs again, forgoing the strange tattoo in favor of popping open the box with a delicate touch- just in case, and pulling the letter out. She frowns. Her name is there, but it's not Anna Milton like she might have thought. No.. It's Anna, הניאל following. The Hebrew is something she hasn't seen in years. Maybe it really was the Angels then, playing a trick or toying with her before they followed through with their orders. It just wasn't like them; even Zachariah, with his love of torment, wouldn't throw her into some sort of pocket dimension, staving off the inevitable. Orders were orders.
No... Someone else was behind this. Someone or something. The Twelve; twelve signs of the Zodiac, perhaps. It would make sense, judging by the new 'ink' she'd recieved. But why?