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Player Information
Name: Ely
Age: 22
AIM SN: crushsugar
email: lovesmenot@live.com / usuallyely@gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? Yep
Currently Played Characters: n/a
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Supernatural
Canon Format: Television Show
Character's Name: Eve / Mother / Nameless
Character's Age: ...Old. Older than the angels. Possibly as old, or nearly so, as God and Death, themselves.
What form will your character's NV take? An old, leather bound book, with pages made of skin and hide. She's old school classy.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: As there are quite a few that Eve has, I'm just going to give you a link to a more detailed version here.
Weapons: She fights with no weapons.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: For a basic run down of what's more obviously known in her canon, here is a link to her history.
Point in Canon: 6.19 - Mommy Dearest (Whilst she waits for the Winchesters to find her in the diner.)
Character Personality:
Mother is, for all intents and purposes, World's Best Mom. Or at least, she likes to think so. She never up and dicked off on her kids like a certain Other someOne, or anything. She loves her children, unconditionally. All of them. Not just the best she's ever made. And sure, she doesn't really care if they get slaughtered in front of her. Just as long as it's not upsetting the whole ball of equality, thing. Because seriously, that's what started this whole mess in the first place.
Mummy got a whiff of unbalance, and up popped the virgin-queen from the pits of purgatory, ready to kick some ass. And hey, take over the planet while she's at it. It's not like God seems to want it any more; not since his stupid Plan was thrown out and the Apocalypse averted. Shame, too, she'd been looking forward to it.
But no, seriously. Mother is... Well. Mother. She's maternal to an unbalanced level, will do anything for her children- as long as it's within her terms, (such a hypocrite, I know), and kind of extremely powerful. She might come of as more than a little serene, but why not? She's strong enough to have very little threat to her being, and really, she's more than old enough to have given up being cocky or full-of-herself. (At least mostly.)
She might love equality, find no problem in the fairness of having just as many humans alive as her own children, but that doesn't mean she finds her darling nieces and nephews all that appealing in any sense of the term. She craves control in a a subtle way, and yet through the most hazardous ways possible. She thrives in chaos, in destruction of being, be it mental or physical. It gives her pride, to see her work feast upon each other, just to weed out those top few.
There is a sense of humour there too, somewhere, though it isn't nearly as obvious as any demon, monster or creature might have. She's old, but she's not out of date. Well, as much as she chooses to be, at least. Everyone loves the old ways in some form.
Mother might not be cocky, or at least not openly so, but she is arrogant. Full of herself in the sense that she thinks herself invulnerable, untouchable. Even to the Angels; there were no Archangels left, and even they would have a hard time doing any sort of damage without really trying. Who was there to stop her? Certainly not The Almighty. Death didn't care. So sure, she's a bit arrogant.
But she's also calm as a stoner on 420. It's just life, it's how things happen, she's not going to unleash her Mama Bear rage for just anything. Let alone anything monumentally worth it, either. Very few things can set her off. But when she is? When she does get angry? Even her own children will die if they get in her way. She's powerful; as stated. No one likes an angry Mama Bear. She's protective of her children to a fault, to the point where she'd unbalance things to keep them safe, regardless of whatever God wanted in the first place. She's entitled. He dicked off and took the kids in the divorce. Not cool.
Character Plans: I would love, love, love to be able to play around with her in the Port. Or, more specifically, play with her at night. She'd probably prefer it to the day time, tbqh. I'd also love to get into the whole aspect of her ~canoodling~ her way into any and all monster's minds and/or hearts. Figuratively or not. Especially any experimentation that might happen with the Darkness Monsters.
As for the issue with my playing Anna... In Anna's current state, she wouldn't bother too much with Mother. She's already in bad shape, and that would just be like crawling right into the oven and shutting the door behind you, let alone just sticking your head in. Mother, on the other hand, probably won't bother with Anna at all. She's an angel, and unless she gets in her way, she won't think twice about her. She's older, and, like much of God's other creations, has little to no opinion on them.
Appearance/PB: Julia Maxwell
Writing Samples
First Person Sample
What does fair mean to you? Equality... Equally spent love, cherishment for every child? Who would rather be abandoned by their only parent, than to have them waiting there with open arms for all eternity? Doesn't seem like a hard question. [Every word that dripped from her lips sounded more like a threat than any sort of query.]
Is it wrong to protect that which you love? That you brought into this world in whatever form... How could you not love them, even in the after life.
[A young girl, probably about fourteen or fifteen, homeless, dark in the slums of the Port, can be seen just a little ways back. Eve has been slowly making her way towards her, expression serene, enticing, calming. And when she reaches the girl, who flinches away only briefly, she cups a hand to her cheek, fingers brushing over the chilled, pinked flesh. Within moments, the black veins spread across her skin, disappearing almost as quick as they came. ...And my, what teeth that little girl has, pupil-blown eyes darting to a nearby shadow; an animal, a darkness monster, whatever it might be. Within seconds, she was gone from the frame, a sickening tearing noise bringing a gentle smile to the woman's lips.]
Third Person Sample
He's here. She can feel it. Somewhere. That sick, Father-of-numerous-bitches. The AWOL Father who didn't give a crap any more. Really, she had plenty of thoughts and feelings about a lot of things, very few of which she ever bothered to vocalize. But this? The abandonment of God's children? Oh, how sorry she felt for them. Having not even known their Father's love... Nothing, compared to her own cherishment, she'd wager. She always was the better parent.
So bare feet carry her across the diamond, ignorant to anyone who tries to stop and speak with her; really, she'll just keep on walking by. She won't create havoc through touch here- not yet. Not until she can figure out where she was, how she'd gotten here. Had it been Him? -- Of course, she knew where she was; Canada wasn't that hard to determine, but. Why? Why here? Canada couldn't possibly be, and yet completely be, the best possible hiding spot for Him, could it?
But what did she care? Her children weren't here. None of them. None. And she'd never felt so... empty. So cold and hollow, even despite the ever churning supply of eggs that writhed within her. She could feel other minds, other souls, decrepit and dying, drenched in sins and blood, in death and all things unhuman. They weren't hers... But they were so alone, just as they all were. Even the older children here, she could sense them too. All of them. So alone.
She'd soon fix that.
Name: Ely
Age: 22
AIM SN: crushsugar
email: lovesmenot@live.com / usuallyely@gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? Yep
Currently Played Characters: n/a
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Supernatural
Canon Format: Television Show
Character's Name: Eve / Mother / Nameless
Character's Age: ...Old. Older than the angels. Possibly as old, or nearly so, as God and Death, themselves.
What form will your character's NV take? An old, leather bound book, with pages made of skin and hide. She's old school classy.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: As there are quite a few that Eve has, I'm just going to give you a link to a more detailed version here.
Weapons: She fights with no weapons.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: For a basic run down of what's more obviously known in her canon, here is a link to her history.
Point in Canon: 6.19 - Mommy Dearest (Whilst she waits for the Winchesters to find her in the diner.)
Character Personality:
Mother is, for all intents and purposes, World's Best Mom. Or at least, she likes to think so. She never up and dicked off on her kids like a certain Other someOne, or anything. She loves her children, unconditionally. All of them. Not just the best she's ever made. And sure, she doesn't really care if they get slaughtered in front of her. Just as long as it's not upsetting the whole ball of equality, thing. Because seriously, that's what started this whole mess in the first place.
Mummy got a whiff of unbalance, and up popped the virgin-queen from the pits of purgatory, ready to kick some ass. And hey, take over the planet while she's at it. It's not like God seems to want it any more; not since his stupid Plan was thrown out and the Apocalypse averted. Shame, too, she'd been looking forward to it.
But no, seriously. Mother is... Well. Mother. She's maternal to an unbalanced level, will do anything for her children- as long as it's within her terms, (such a hypocrite, I know), and kind of extremely powerful. She might come of as more than a little serene, but why not? She's strong enough to have very little threat to her being, and really, she's more than old enough to have given up being cocky or full-of-herself. (At least mostly.)
She might love equality, find no problem in the fairness of having just as many humans alive as her own children, but that doesn't mean she finds her darling nieces and nephews all that appealing in any sense of the term. She craves control in a a subtle way, and yet through the most hazardous ways possible. She thrives in chaos, in destruction of being, be it mental or physical. It gives her pride, to see her work feast upon each other, just to weed out those top few.
There is a sense of humour there too, somewhere, though it isn't nearly as obvious as any demon, monster or creature might have. She's old, but she's not out of date. Well, as much as she chooses to be, at least. Everyone loves the old ways in some form.
Mother might not be cocky, or at least not openly so, but she is arrogant. Full of herself in the sense that she thinks herself invulnerable, untouchable. Even to the Angels; there were no Archangels left, and even they would have a hard time doing any sort of damage without really trying. Who was there to stop her? Certainly not The Almighty. Death didn't care. So sure, she's a bit arrogant.
But she's also calm as a stoner on 420. It's just life, it's how things happen, she's not going to unleash her Mama Bear rage for just anything. Let alone anything monumentally worth it, either. Very few things can set her off. But when she is? When she does get angry? Even her own children will die if they get in her way. She's powerful; as stated. No one likes an angry Mama Bear. She's protective of her children to a fault, to the point where she'd unbalance things to keep them safe, regardless of whatever God wanted in the first place. She's entitled. He dicked off and took the kids in the divorce. Not cool.
Character Plans: I would love, love, love to be able to play around with her in the Port. Or, more specifically, play with her at night. She'd probably prefer it to the day time, tbqh. I'd also love to get into the whole aspect of her ~canoodling~ her way into any and all monster's minds and/or hearts. Figuratively or not. Especially any experimentation that might happen with the Darkness Monsters.
As for the issue with my playing Anna... In Anna's current state, she wouldn't bother too much with Mother. She's already in bad shape, and that would just be like crawling right into the oven and shutting the door behind you, let alone just sticking your head in. Mother, on the other hand, probably won't bother with Anna at all. She's an angel, and unless she gets in her way, she won't think twice about her. She's older, and, like much of God's other creations, has little to no opinion on them.
Appearance/PB: Julia Maxwell
Writing Samples
First Person Sample
What does fair mean to you? Equality... Equally spent love, cherishment for every child? Who would rather be abandoned by their only parent, than to have them waiting there with open arms for all eternity? Doesn't seem like a hard question. [Every word that dripped from her lips sounded more like a threat than any sort of query.]
Is it wrong to protect that which you love? That you brought into this world in whatever form... How could you not love them, even in the after life.
[A young girl, probably about fourteen or fifteen, homeless, dark in the slums of the Port, can be seen just a little ways back. Eve has been slowly making her way towards her, expression serene, enticing, calming. And when she reaches the girl, who flinches away only briefly, she cups a hand to her cheek, fingers brushing over the chilled, pinked flesh. Within moments, the black veins spread across her skin, disappearing almost as quick as they came. ...And my, what teeth that little girl has, pupil-blown eyes darting to a nearby shadow; an animal, a darkness monster, whatever it might be. Within seconds, she was gone from the frame, a sickening tearing noise bringing a gentle smile to the woman's lips.]
Third Person Sample
He's here. She can feel it. Somewhere. That sick, Father-of-numerous-bitches. The AWOL Father who didn't give a crap any more. Really, she had plenty of thoughts and feelings about a lot of things, very few of which she ever bothered to vocalize. But this? The abandonment of God's children? Oh, how sorry she felt for them. Having not even known their Father's love... Nothing, compared to her own cherishment, she'd wager. She always was the better parent.
So bare feet carry her across the diamond, ignorant to anyone who tries to stop and speak with her; really, she'll just keep on walking by. She won't create havoc through touch here- not yet. Not until she can figure out where she was, how she'd gotten here. Had it been Him? -- Of course, she knew where she was; Canada wasn't that hard to determine, but. Why? Why here? Canada couldn't possibly be, and yet completely be, the best possible hiding spot for Him, could it?
But what did she care? Her children weren't here. None of them. None. And she'd never felt so... empty. So cold and hollow, even despite the ever churning supply of eggs that writhed within her. She could feel other minds, other souls, decrepit and dying, drenched in sins and blood, in death and all things unhuman. They weren't hers... But they were so alone, just as they all were. Even the older children here, she could sense them too. All of them. So alone.
She'd soon fix that.