Ia. Mamma Mia [ The man is tall, and moves with purpose despite the worried glances he casts around. His hair is dark brown, almost black, and tousled as if wind-swept. His eyes are perhaps a little too blue, and his attire is striking - a black suit with a blue tie and a tan trench coat.
There's a determined clench to his jaw, and a slim silver blade in his hand.
Anyone who sees more than just the vessel he inhabits might realize that this isn't, in fact, technically a man. Castiel is the angel of Thursday, a creature of light and grace.
He looks remarkably grumpy for one. Attached to his belt with what looks like fabric from his trench coat is a lantern filled with cold blue, swirling, moving light.
Some might recognize that as grace.
Whatever the case may be, this angel nearly bumps into someone. By the widening of his eyes and the immediate, defensive raise of his blade it's safe to assume he doesn't quite see what the person actually looks like and might just be more likely to strike first, just in case, and ask questions later.]
Ib. Here I Go Again [Or perhaps he can be found facing and looking at something no one else can see, not minding anyone who approaches him initially. There's a determined set to his features, and he raises a free hand. Something glows under Castiel's skin, in his eyes, and gathers in his palm. Of course, it doesn't illuminate the surroundings, but to humans, this is near painful to look at. It fades fast, with a release of energy.
That glow does, in fact, look a lot like the glow in his lantern... and that lantern looks a little more depleted than it did before, if one's inclined to notice.
Still, Castiel staggers back a step and blinks, confused - whatever he saw has dissipated, and it does not seem to be what he expected to happen. He glances around, eyes landing on a bystander. ]
Where did it go?
II. Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! [ Castiel's posture is stiff, and he looks at the garment with a mixture of bafflement and utter disappointment - whenever he thinks he has some shred of faith in humanity, he's confronted with something like this.
They're fluffy white angel wings that you can strap on. They come with an attached glittery halo and a harp. ]
We don't have... harps.
[ He sounds like the costume personally offends him, and looks at the nearest person like he really, really hopes for an explanation of this. ]
III. Wildcard | Network It's been suggested we're dead. I have no issue in believing that - this may not be the Heaven or Hell I'm familiar with, nor does it appear to be a far corner of Purgatory as there are too few Leviathan for that to be likely. I do wonder; is anyone here who has by chance died more than once?
Castiel | Supernatural
[ The man is tall, and moves with purpose despite the worried glances he casts around. His hair is dark brown, almost black, and tousled as if wind-swept. His eyes are perhaps a little too blue, and his attire is striking - a black suit with a blue tie and a tan trench coat.
There's a determined clench to his jaw, and a slim silver blade in his hand.
Anyone who sees more than just the vessel he inhabits might realize that this isn't, in fact, technically a man. Castiel is the angel of Thursday, a creature of light and grace.
He looks remarkably grumpy for one. Attached to his belt with what looks like fabric from his trench coat is a lantern filled with cold blue, swirling, moving light.
Some might recognize that as grace.
Whatever the case may be, this angel nearly bumps into someone. By the widening of his eyes and the immediate, defensive raise of his blade it's safe to assume he doesn't quite see what the person actually looks like and might just be more likely to strike first, just in case, and ask questions later.]
Ib. Here I Go Again
[Or perhaps he can be found facing and looking at something no one else can see, not minding anyone who approaches him initially. There's a determined set to his features, and he raises a free hand. Something glows under Castiel's skin, in his eyes, and gathers in his palm. Of course, it doesn't illuminate the surroundings, but to humans, this is near painful to look at. It fades fast, with a release of energy.
That glow does, in fact, look a lot like the glow in his lantern... and that lantern looks a little more depleted than it did before, if one's inclined to notice.
Still, Castiel staggers back a step and blinks, confused - whatever he saw has dissipated, and it does not seem to be what he expected to happen. He glances around, eyes landing on a bystander. ]
Where did it go?
II. Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!
[ Castiel's posture is stiff, and he looks at the garment with a mixture of bafflement and utter disappointment - whenever he thinks he has some shred of faith in humanity, he's confronted with something like this.
They're fluffy white angel wings that you can strap on. They come with an attached glittery halo and a harp. ]
We don't have... harps.
[ He sounds like the costume personally offends him, and looks at the nearest person like he really, really hopes for an explanation of this. ]
III. Wildcard | Network
It's been suggested we're dead. I have no issue in believing that - this may not be the Heaven or Hell I'm familiar with, nor does it appear to be a far corner of Purgatory as there are too few Leviathan for that to be likely. I do wonder; is anyone here who has by chance died more than once?