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Castiel, Angel of the Lord
mayfield_rpgcastiel collins of 335 brady street, father of
takeshi yamamoto and office worker.04 March 2015 @ 01:53 am
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I am up for all sorts of shenanigans, and welcome all concrit, as this is my first time RPing Castiel. :)
23 April 2011 @ 02:23 pm
15 April 2011 @ 11:11 am
[ After getting Dean to swear he wouldn't do anything drastic re: Sam and Jo, Castiel had poofed back to the office to try and dig up some information. While they had found out a fair amount about Mayfield in the time they'd been here, there was still a lot Castiel and Dean didn't know, and the recent, bizarre events that had surrounded April 1st hadn't helped them discern anything.
Because of this, Castiel is now attempting to figure some things out. You can find him in a couple places over the course of Thursday: ]
OPTION 1: PHONE
[ Castiel works at the office during weekdays, and decides to use this time (he still hasn't quite figured out what it is he does) to attempt to make some headway on this strange phenomenon he'd found himself in the middle of. Thus, he picks up the phone to make an inquiry. ]
I know many of you have friends, allies, and enemies from your own worlds here at Mayfield. Is it possible for people from the same world to arrive from different points in a fluctuating timeline?
[ He sounds mildly uneasy. ]
OPTION 2: NEIGHBORHOOD
[ After returning home from work, and being assaulted by his drone wife, Castiel can be found sitting on his porch, hands clasped in his lap, staring out at nothing in particular. He's partially meditating, partially thinking; he's not sure what to do to help Dean cope, he can't help Sam in his current human state, and he hadn't realized Mayfield even brought people back from the dead; he'd not met anyone who'd died in their own world yet. Sure, he'd known people who died in Mayfield came back (he had, after all) but this was a completely different concept.
Feel free to approach, if his thousand mile stare isn't weirding you out. ]
Because of this, Castiel is now attempting to figure some things out. You can find him in a couple places over the course of Thursday: ]
OPTION 1: PHONE
[ Castiel works at the office during weekdays, and decides to use this time (he still hasn't quite figured out what it is he does) to attempt to make some headway on this strange phenomenon he'd found himself in the middle of. Thus, he picks up the phone to make an inquiry. ]
I know many of you have friends, allies, and enemies from your own worlds here at Mayfield. Is it possible for people from the same world to arrive from different points in a fluctuating timeline?
[ He sounds mildly uneasy. ]
OPTION 2: NEIGHBORHOOD
[ After returning home from work, and being assaulted by his drone wife, Castiel can be found sitting on his porch, hands clasped in his lap, staring out at nothing in particular. He's partially meditating, partially thinking; he's not sure what to do to help Dean cope, he can't help Sam in his current human state, and he hadn't realized Mayfield even brought people back from the dead; he'd not met anyone who'd died in their own world yet. Sure, he'd known people who died in Mayfield came back (he had, after all) but this was a completely different concept.
Feel free to approach, if his thousand mile stare isn't weirding you out. ]
16 March 2011 @ 09:29 pm
[ Cas had strategically avoided Dean that day. After realizing how useless he was after their jaunt down the highway, he'd stayed late at the office, although he still wasn't sure he did any real work, and then made his way, feeling slightly sick, to the post office.
It felt like he was selling his soul to a demon. In reality, it was just memories, mostly of his family, things that were no longer important to who he was, but at the same time--
He sighs into the phone before speaking. ]
I need to... practice something.
Would anyone mind a visit?
[ If you might hear the faint rustling of feathers if you listen closely, although if you were to see him, Castiel wouldn't look any different. ]
It felt like he was selling his soul to a demon. In reality, it was just memories, mostly of his family, things that were no longer important to who he was, but at the same time--
He sighs into the phone before speaking. ]
I need to... practice something.
Would anyone mind a visit?
[ If you might hear the faint rustling of feathers if you listen closely, although if you were to see him, Castiel wouldn't look any different. ]
06 March 2011 @ 04:58 pm
[ After checking his mailbox (he hadn't the day previous), trying to learn everything he can about the town, and getting a job (because he figures blending in is the smart thing to do) Castiel has made his way over to the Church of Salvation. It doesn't matter to him what the denomination is this week, nor what it will be in the future. It is a House of God, and for Castiel that's all he needs to feel safe.
It's also a Sunday, and he supposes going to Church is what he ought to do as a human.
He's sitting in the back row, staring forwards but not really looking at anything. He's sure to draw strange looks from the citizens of Mayfield, especially considering he's neither praying nor reading the bible. Simply looking; watching, perhaps.
He's thinking about the war he's no longer a part of, the friends he can no longer talk to, the God who is still absent. He's thinking about this strange new life he's found himself in, and how great it would be if Dean were here: he'd know what to do. Even Sam or Bobby would be welcome at this point, although Cas would certainly not wish this fate on any of his angelic siblings. They would be terribly out of their element here. (Except maybe Gabriel. He could deal with anything.)
So, yes. Castiel sits and looks and watches. Occasionally his stomach rumbles a bit. He's still not in the habit of eating. ]
It's also a Sunday, and he supposes going to Church is what he ought to do as a human.
He's sitting in the back row, staring forwards but not really looking at anything. He's sure to draw strange looks from the citizens of Mayfield, especially considering he's neither praying nor reading the bible. Simply looking; watching, perhaps.
He's thinking about the war he's no longer a part of, the friends he can no longer talk to, the God who is still absent. He's thinking about this strange new life he's found himself in, and how great it would be if Dean were here: he'd know what to do. Even Sam or Bobby would be welcome at this point, although Cas would certainly not wish this fate on any of his angelic siblings. They would be terribly out of their element here. (Except maybe Gabriel. He could deal with anything.)
So, yes. Castiel sits and looks and watches. Occasionally his stomach rumbles a bit. He's still not in the habit of eating. ]
04 March 2011 @ 10:09 pm
[ Castiel's voice sounds far away and less gravelly than usual when he speaks into the phone. If you could see him, he'd be standing in the kitchen of this strange house, wearing clothes that are most certainly not his. He misses his trenchcoat. And what is this strange stuff in his hair? It made it all crunchy. The expression on his face is troubled. ]
I can't get back to Heaven.
Who sent me here? This isn't my world.
I can't get back to Heaven.
Who sent me here? This isn't my world.
20 February 2011 @ 09:36 pm
Name: Kate
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Other Characters Played: N/A
Preferred Housing: 335 Brady
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