OOC
GAME: Hell's Bells
DESCRIPTION:
DATE: February 2008
PB: Misha Collins
JOURNAL: raisedfrom
IC
NAME. Castiel.
AGE. It's hard to say. Possibly as old as the universe itself.
RACE. Angel; specifically a cherubim, a militaristic soldier charged with being an offensive guardian angel.
ABILITIES/SKILLS. Castiel's abilities are varied, and the hunters have by no means seen the full extent of them. Some of the possibilities include:
- Flight: His wings are usually invisible, but Castiel can indeed use them for flight — the angels being more supernatural creatures than physical ones, however, their flight isn't dependent on the laws of physics. He doesn't need space for his wings. The angels can move faster than you can blink. It's almost like a teleportation of sorts, just accompanied with the rush of displaced air and the fluttering of feathers.
- Induced sleep: Though he's perfectly capable of more offensive types of combat, Castiel often prefers to induce sleep in both humans and demons — a firm touch to the forehead and some concentration, and they'll fall into a harmless, coma-like slumber until he's prepared to let them go.
- Time travel: Yes, the angels can do it. It's not exactly a big whoop, considering the angels possess an intimate connection with history anyway, and there's not usually enough justification to drop a human being somewhere else in the timestream.
- Other: Predictably, he cannot be harmed by the usual preventative measures used against demons, but he is subject to all of the wards and protections known against angels. Wounds do not bother him; he can simply shut down and block out the relevant nerve endings, and after all, the puppeteer doesn't feel what the marrionette does. Oddly enough, he's somewhat stronger on Thursdays.
OCCUPATION. Warrior angel.
LOCATION. Are you kidding me?
PERSONALITY. The personalities of angels are hard to describe, considering, well — they have none. Castiel is a creature born of his function: to fight and to serve in the coming war. The last time he walked the earth was in the time of Alexander the Great, and since then, the soldier has been waiting and biding his time for the ultimate military campaign. Accordingly, Castiel is extremely driven and taciturn, quick to act but slower to understand things like the workings of a human being. Emotions come hard to him, and he's still learning — mostly thanks to his interactions with the Winchester brothers.
He's intimately acquainted with his task, and is determined to fulfil it to the best of his abilities; despite his growing doubts, he is still imbued with the unerring steadfastness of the angels. He knows he is on the right side. He knows he must accomplish what he is told. He just wonders, sometimes.
Above and beyond his function, however — for most soldier angels are all inherently alike — Castiel's individual trait is his curiosity and empathy. He still possesses the unnatural, pitiless callousness of someone who can see only the bigger picture, but he's more predisposed to feel for mankind. He understands the stakes, but would like to avoid devastation as much as possible. He appreciates Creation with almost a simple-minded admiration; Castiel fully believes that everything on the earth is beautiful, and most of it worth preserving.
While it still takes a lot for human beings to figure on his radar, Castiel is genuinely distraught when his brothers fall. There were only so many of the angels created, after all; every death is a permanent one, and he's not used to bidding permanent farewells to his brethren. It shakes him up. Dean Winchester is arguably the only individual human who factors into Castiel's calculations, however — partially due to his importance in the cosmic scale, and his connection to Castiel's assigned duty. Having brought the Winchester back from hell, it's the angel's job to a) look after him, b) ensure he is on the correct path to save mankind, c) provide enough information to ensure the above, but only insofar as it is necessary. Operating upon a strictly 'need-to-know' basis, the angels never disclose more information than they must. And much like an overbearing parent, Castiel rarely believes Dean needs to know. This might be slowly changing, however.
HISTORY. Oh good lord.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION. In his natural form, Castiel is indescribable: an incandescent being composed of something like white light or white smoke. His human host, however, is a thirty-something man of decent attractiveness, dark hair, light eyes, and rumpled suits — Dean got it right, the man did work in banking. Castiel does not need to eat (he can automatically materialise all the nutrition his body requires), but he does need to put the body to sleep every so often, just to keep it rested, refreshed, and running properly.
PLAYED-BY. Misha Collins
soundtrack
leonard cohen; "hallelujah"
wintersleep; "faithful guide"
cocorosie; "if every angel's terrible"
vnv nation; "darkangel"
