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  <title>Castiel, Angel of the Lord</title>
  <subtitle>Castiel, Angel of the Lord</subtitle>
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    <name>Castiel, Angel of the Lord</name>
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  <updated>2011-04-24T07:30:08Z</updated>
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    <title>visualosites. [meme]</title>
    <published>2011-04-23T12:24:35Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-24T07:30:08Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-17.png" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-01.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-14.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-11.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-12.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-13.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-10.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-8.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-3.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-18.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/quote_1.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-5.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-4.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-6.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-7.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-9.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-2.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/Untitled-16.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/archaosa/rpstuff/castiel/quote_2.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:firstcommand:2318</id>
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    <title>004: various, backdated to Thursday [filtered from drones]</title>
    <published>2011-04-15T09:13:27Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-15T09:13:58Z</updated>
    <category term="!voice"/>
    <category term="cas feels useless again"/>
    <category term="deandeandean"/>
    <category term="sulking"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[ 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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: ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OPTION 1: PHONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ Castiel works at the office during weekdays, and decides to use this time (he still hasn't quite figured out what it is he &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt;) 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. ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ He sounds mildly uneasy. ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OPTION 2: NEIGHBORHOOD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to approach, if his thousand mile stare isn't weirding you out. ]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>003 : phone</title>
    <published>2011-03-17T01:30:22Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-17T01:30:22Z</updated>
    <category term="postman deal"/>
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    <category term="cas is sort of an angel sometimes"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[ 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighs into the phone before speaking. ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to... practice something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone mind a visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ 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. ]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:firstcommand:1541</id>
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    <title>002 : action</title>
    <published>2011-03-06T22:00:39Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-06T22:00:54Z</updated>
    <category term="church time"/>
    <category term="where is dean when you need him"/>
    <category term="trouble in angel-land"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[ 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a Sunday, and he supposes going to Church is what he ought to do as a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's sitting in the back row, staring forwards but not really looking at anything. He's sure to draw strange looks from the &lt;i&gt;citizens&lt;/i&gt; of Mayfield, especially considering he's neither praying nor reading the bible. Simply looking; watching, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. Castiel sits and looks and watches. Occasionally his stomach rumbles a bit. He's still not in the habit of eating. ]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:firstcommand:1384</id>
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    <title>001 : phone</title>
    <published>2011-03-05T03:10:02Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-05T03:10:02Z</updated>
    <category term="i was just in a war you guys"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[ 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. ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get back to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sent me here? This isn't my world.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:firstcommand:638</id>
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    <title>mayfield_rpg</title>
    <published>2011-02-21T02:36:16Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-01T19:47:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personal LJ:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="leadengine" lj:user="leadengine" &gt;&lt;a href="https://leadengine.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://leadengine.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;leadengine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contact Info:&lt;/b&gt; dolecup@aim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other Characters Played:&lt;/b&gt; N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preferred Housing:&lt;/b&gt; 335 Brady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Name:&lt;/b&gt; Castiel, Angel of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Series:&lt;/b&gt; Supernatural, from post S5 finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Age:&lt;/b&gt; AGELESS. OLDER THAN YOU KNOW. etc. His vessel is in his 30s. (Misha Collins, his actor, is 36.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Background:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a target='_blank' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castiel_%28Supernatural%29' rel='nofollow'&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castiel_%28Supernatural%29&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality:&lt;/b&gt; For someone--some&lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt;, really--without emotions, Castiel is surprisingly, well, emotional. Initially, Castiel comes across as cold and unfeeling, believing in God and His word, and his own duties to the Lord. For Cas, there is no greater accomplishment than doing what He commands. Unfortunately, it's doing what He commands that Cas begins his unfortunate journey down the path of humanity and &lt;i&gt;questioning&lt;/i&gt; after pulling Dean Winchester back out of Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castiel had never been one to question his Faith, but being around the brothers changes him. It's almost as though their humanity sticks to him and &lt;i&gt;refuses to let go&lt;/i&gt;. He begins thinking past the orders, past the mindless Faith in Him, and that's when Cas really begins to grow as a person (and character). At the core of his personality, Cas is curious. He wants to know everything he can--and while, yes, he's been around for millenia and probably knows almost everything a person can about the world, he doesn't really &lt;i&gt;get&lt;/i&gt; humans, and everything they do is, for Cas, something interesting. He &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; humans, loves them as God told angels to, loves them &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; than that probably, and watching Dean and Sam's journey has only reinforced that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's extremely observant, something that helps feed his curiosity. If he sees something (and he will) he will ask an awkward question about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cas is also extremely trusting and always believes in the best in people. Perhaps it's because he's an angel, or that's what people would think, but judging by his brothers and sisters, Castiel is a rarity. He honestly believes that humans are inherently good and that everyone can prove themselves worthy. Of course, this is fine when you're an angel, but without his powers this could be a bit of an issue. Cas hasn't quite grasped the whole "can't trust everyone" thing (unless they're demon scum) so he could quite easily get himself into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castiel is also a very hard worker. To the point where it is almost an issue. He gets &lt;i&gt;obsessively&lt;/i&gt; focused on things, and usually needs to be dragged away for his own well being. He has that laser sharp focus that's useful sometimes, but is a hindrance others. Regardless, he will get a job done, if you ask it of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, Cas is very insecure. After basically having everything he ever believed thrown back at him, he doesn't really know &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; to think half the time. And this scares him. It &lt;i&gt;terrifies&lt;/i&gt; him, actually, and he hates that he feels this way. But at the same time, it's kind of thrilling, knowing he's not following corrupt orders. However, his Faith gets him through, knowing that despite God not necessarily being around, He still has a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;REGAINS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;So far, Castiel has not regained anything.&lt;/strike&gt; Castiel has regained two things: his wings, via the postman, and his sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is completely human and without the creature comforts of his typical wardrobe. Thus, here is a list of possible abilities for him to regain, not including the basic concept of his Grace (because that would give him all these things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm operating under the concept that he still HAS his Grace, it has simply been sealed or something so he can't use it. Otherwise, it would be one regain, and that would be a LOT of powers to regain at one time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strike&gt;Flight/his wings&lt;br /&gt;-Silver angel sword&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Teleport (himself and other people)&lt;br /&gt;-Calm nightmares&lt;br /&gt;-Pop into people's dreams to talk to them&lt;br /&gt;-Find anyone, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;-Exorcise demons&lt;br /&gt;-Repel demons&lt;br /&gt;-Speak Enochian&lt;br /&gt;-Cast various blood spells&lt;br /&gt;-Crazy lightning&lt;br /&gt;-Hide people from angels and demons&lt;br /&gt;-Put people to sleep&lt;br /&gt;-Heal wounds/illness&lt;br /&gt;-Cause wounds/illness&lt;br /&gt;-Possess people deemed "vessels"&lt;br /&gt;-Fight with his special angel sword that disappears into acme space&lt;br /&gt;-Read minds&lt;br /&gt;-Able to live without food, water, sleep, or breathing&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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