You're afraid. I was, too.

"I was stationed on Earth, two thousand years. Just watching, silent, invisible. Out on the road, sick for home." _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [ Independent Anna Milton ]

[pertinaciax]

Life's been busy (totally uncalled for, hmph) and as a result, it's been keeping me away from here for a couple of days, which I haven't don't like one bit. I'll be peeking my head in tomorrow for a reply or two though, because dagnabbit (yes, I went there)— I don't like not being here and not writing and I may miss you guys a little. Just a little (who am I kidding, a little? More like a ton).

[aravis-tarkheena-archive]

Character Stats Framework.

[pertinaciax]

full name: Anael.

nickname: Anna, (if we're to include Dean's nicknames; God's little Power Ranger, 1-900-ANGEL).

age: Somewhere between the creation of the Leviathans/Purgatory and humanity.

birth date: After she'd removed her grace and fell, she was born human around December of 1985.

ethnicity: Her human self, American.

gender: Female

preferred pronouns: Since she utilizes her human body due to nostalgic reasons (since it's hers), which has her leaning towards female pronouns.

sexual orientation: —

religion: Where her faith was once with God; she easily placed it with humanity when it was ordered of her and it eventrually overshadowed the faith she had in Heaven. Since regaining her grace, her faith in first home itself has seemingly mostly faltered; and her faith in God— though questionable, remains existent. It's all very complex.

occupation: Warrior of God; one never loses that essence.

status: Alive (resurrected).

fandom: Supernatural (The TV Show).

face claim: Julie McNiven.

Relationships

parents: God (angel) / Richard Milton (human).

siblings: Every single angel in existence.

significant other: None.

children: None.

Physical traits

eye colour: Hazel.

hair colour: A very dark, yet vivid shade of red which lightened to an auburn after she regained her grace.

height: 5'5"

weight: 115lbs.

body build: A little thinner than most, but generally average-build.

notable physical traits: Small moles can be seen on both of her cheeks while a light indented scar inhabits her right cheek bone.

phobias and diseases

phobias: —

mental diseases: After Anna started hearing angels in her head when Dean had been rescued from Hell, she presumebly had, according to her parents, a psychotic episode. Which led to her being admitted to the Connor Beverley Behavioral Medicine Center. Diagnosis was schizophrenia.

when was this diagnosed?: Even though the first 'radio-moment' was on September 18th in '08, she was only institutionalized a month or two later.

usual expression/mood

[pertinaciax]

miczariel:

Angels either had a weird sense of humor or impeccably bad timing. At least bad from Mic’s point of view. The two demons (who did not see things from her perspective) hadn’t been that much of a challenge but an angel?

"Give me a break—"

Resurrections never came without a price; be it in form of a debt to be repaid or a favor to be requested at a later time. Which was why one was required to proceed with caution. Despite aware that Earth was hardly a place to hide matters of importance, ones which could secure her own survival; she'd succumbed to the reality that there was no place she could reach anymore, where they'd be unattainable.

Demonic presences nearing these objects, be they intentional or not— brought her not a single moment's worth of hesitation before she found herself amid her counterpart(s), "A demon opposing her own kind? You remind me of someone." Ruby; even if her story'd turned out to be much different than what she'd initially thought. There was a pause where her gaze wandered around the room; before landing on the other, "You shouldn't be here."

[pertinaciax]

remxttetur:

         He could feel something powerful outside of the dank motel he was          squatting in. Shudders were ripping down his spine and he was terrified.          All of the hair on the back of his neck stood up, and his hands were trembling.          Perhaps, he was imagining it, yes, he was sure it was. He glanced out the          blinds and saw nothing. He glanced away to the clock and looked back          and he jumped. A redheaded woman was standing in the parking lot.

         John grabbed his silver knife from the table and slowly opened the door.          He was nervous and he was extremely rusty, and he was probably          going to get himself killed again. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you it was          rude to spy?”

Never bore she any doubt in her perception, but this was a Winchester. And it wasn't Dean, nor was it Sam; the sigils burnt into their ribs would prevent her from even remotely finding them. No, this was someone else, but it was impossible. With Michael remaining in the Cage; there was no way the Winchester's father could be—

And yet when senses brought her in close proximity to him, every doubt she had was rewarded with much needed proof. John Winchester had been raised from damnation. But — inquiries were momentarily put on hold as a motel door opened and a vessel's gaze leveled with his own; knife having been taken note of. Of course he'd be cautious, he had every right to be; a resurrection such as this one never came without a price. "John Winchester." Despite heeding his caution, an amount of the distance between them was bridged without hesitation, possibly as to gather the opportunity at a closer inspection as a slight tilt was given to her head. This couldn't be demonic, but nothing was aired on angel radio either.

[girlronanlynch-deactivated20190]

I was stationed on Earth two thousand years.  Just… watching.  Silent, invisible.  Out on the road, sick for home, waiting on orders from an unknowable father I can’t begin to understand.

[divergenceofamockingjaystweet]

Visit Original Link

[pertinaciax]

It can see us through these dark days Though they seem to darken as we go Our love will see us through these dark, dark days, sister 'Til it lights the way back home

[pertinaciax]

itonlymatterswhatyoudo:

/lurks.

you're my new favorite.

[pertinaciax]

walkingxabovexperdition:

      dON’T START WITH ME. I HAVE AN ANGEL BLADE.

it’s good that you have protection.

aNNA IS OFFICIALLY OUTIE.

Also, Deanna, dearest?

[pertinaciax]

teartheflesheartheflesh replied:

GO AWAY

aRE WE STARTING THIS AGAIN.

[pertinaciax]

One video, just one video (yeah, I have it on repeat; yeah, I'm an emotional masochist) and I'm tempted to try my hand at a very, very selective John Winchester blog one day, also so that I can drag teartheflesh into the major oblivion of feels with me.

[bangeldollflywinchester-blog]

[pertinaciax]

It seems Anna's aren't as rare as I originally assumed. I know of like five. You seem like a wonderful portrayal. Everyone else seems really good at it and then there's me.

Oh darling, but the fact that there are numerous Anna portrayals out there should do nothing but motivate you. See it as a challenge, one you should want to face head-on. Personally, I find it intriguing to go through other people's portrayals of her character, as we all have different understandings of the beautiful character that is Anael. Where one may focus on her rebellion, others may want to delve into the part of her existence which she spent as a human and how it affected her mindset in the long run— there's so many parts of her to explore, that it becomes difficult to get it all down perfectly for one person. Y'know what I mean? Some may even give you some unique insight into areas of her which you might've overlooked; one pair of eyes can't always catch everything. But that's where the beauty lies. Don't be intimidated or scared off by other people writing the same character as you, make use of it; allow it to motivate and inspire you instead of anything else.

I'm humbled that you seem fond of my portrayal, I truly am— but please, 'and then there's me' should never have any negative sound to it. Because then there's you, another person who's willing and able to turn a show's character into a wonderfully written depiction. And that? Makes you nothing but wonderful in my eyes. Don't sell yourself short like that, sweetheart, you have no reason to.

[pertinaciax]

walkingabovexperdition:

     “it’s all become such a mess and i still don’t know what to do.” he’s not ashamed to admit that, even despite their past. he didn’t know whether or not to be relieved at the sight of her. she was extremely intelligent — cunning, even. but there wasn’t a single one of them that had the foresight to know it would become this bad. just when he thought they were taking a step in the right direction, they’re thrown back down to realize that it’s wrong — wrong.

     he’s weary of being wrong.                          fearful of being right.

     “i’m sorry that i can’t rejoice at your return.” what’s dead should have stayed dead, including himself a long time ago. but that’s now how fate is playing out. “and i wish our circumstances were different,” he adds after a moment of thought. it doesn’t come as any surprise that metatron would be digging them up & trying to create more agitation between the angels — not to mention the target painted in bright red on his back. he’d done so with gabriel and what a fine illusion that had been. it was only due to a minor discrepancy that it had come crashing down with realization, one minute detail that hadn’t been accounted for. that was his game. spinning stories, creating pawns and playing them for the fools.

      here; in this place, he’d buried yet another of their brethren [ since when had he held so much sentimentality? ] — but to his understanding, it was a way of paying respect. thus the blood mixed with dirt on his hands and beneath his nails. water wouldn’t wash it away — it never had. albeit human in nature, it was better than letting anyone else come upon the gruesome scene. so was he giving respect or trying to cover his own trail?

      he didn’t know anymore.

     it was corrupt either way. you drape yourself in the flag of heaven, but … 

It was strange; of all meetings between them, this one felt almost distant— as if it should never be occurring at all. Deaths should have transpired and remained in place long ago, as both of their existences had ceased to be for reasons. They shouldn't be here now, neither of them should be here. And yet here they stood, each seemingly gazing at the other with doubts in the area where their vessel's hearts laid beating. Or at least, it's what she felt; a sense of reluctance. When a betrayal occurs after lifetimes of loyalty, one starts answering questions with more questions.

'And i still don’t know what to do'

The truth was, neither did she. Any attempts she'd made to fight for what Heaven once represented, for humanity; the beings she'd come to love and envy— had resulted in her death. Her intended executions of these plans were questionable, yes; but they would have succeeded. But now? There seemed to be no light at the end of the tunnel, perhaps this was the inevitable; the proof of how flawed they really were. But it was in their essence to not give up; they were warriors of God, no matter how grim reality would become.

"I didn't really expect you to." It was the truth; and though not even she expected it, a meager sense of bitterness rested in her tone; It was saddening. But if she bore one flaw; it would always be the fact she'd look past betrayal and give her aid to those who'd had it before; which is what caused her to seek out his side, despite the dreaded scene and reality before him.

And she found her rightful place there, as if nothing had ever changed. Because in a way, nothing had. Where they'd fought side by side in the past, they'd continue fighting in the same manner now— same foxhole, loyalty is rewarded with loyalty, "I don't know what to do anymore either," Dainty tips of digits found their way to his sleeve, slowly and carefully latching onto the fabric without hesitation;, "—but whatever it is, I'll help you, Cas." If he'd choose to believe her however, was a different matter. But her intentions were true; as they, in some way, had always been.

[pertinaciax]

walkingxabovexperdition:

outofcharacter. apparently you don’t like gettin’ caught in the rain as much.

Will you get caught in the rain with me, Wappy? We'll have pina coladas.

[pertinaciax]

Anna, my dear muse, I'm the one who has Pumped up Kicks stuck in her head, not you— stop it.

[pertinaciax]

inficiio:

      a fleeting simper matches her own as       lips draw back as quick as they arched.       with everything happening around them             (  & happening to them — )       her gesture offers him    ʰ ᵒ ᵖ ᵉ   ﹔       if only for a  p a s s i n g  moment. 

                           ’ —— i thought he was with you !? ‘

"He was, until a while ago." A passing glance was given to their surroundings, "Cas wanted a word with him, I guess. And I can't exactly stick around to find out why, he still has his orders." The smile which graced ethereal features this time, was a different kind altogether; a distraction, more so. "—Just guessed he would've sent him back here by now."

And then a focus was presented in his direction, "How are you holding up?"

[play-listings]

Visit Original Link

[pertinaciax]

Spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams 'Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind