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Search & Destroy is now closed. We've had an amazing, outstanding, absolutely fantastic run that lasted well over a year (almost making it to two!), and we've all had the privilege of writing with some of the greatest roleplayers and friends. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and while this group has run its course, we definitely won't forget it for the world. We cannot guarantee that any sent asks will be answered, but you're free to try and contact us to get in touch/reconnect with old friends if you're trying to find someone!

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Quinn Fabray

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who are your most wanted males?

Well, I know that I, personally, would love to see a Sam Winchester or a Kevin Tran from the Supernatural camp, or a Jake Puckerman or Mike Chang from Glee.

Does anyone else have an opinion on the subject?

-Az

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Castiel

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Bela Talbot

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Who would be wanted more? Bela or Jo?

We actually just accepted an app for Bela that had been sitting in our inbox for a week or so (again, our apologies for taking so long), so if you'd like to apply for Jo that would be absolutely fantastic!

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Oh Kacey, of course this was an overall great app for our favorite angel of Thursday. The para sample especially was fantastic, and we can't wait to have another member of Team Free Will join the ranks. You know the drill!

your name/alias: nO [Kacey]

character name: Castiel

personality: Like most angels, Castiel is very complex. He shows little emotions and often takes things far too literally. This often causes tension and confusion in the people he is interacting with. He is also very naive. He is loyal to those who he believes deserves his loyalty and determined to protect those he cares about.

desired ship(s): Castiel/Chemistry

time zone: Eastern

how did you find out about this rp?: I dreamed a dream.

rp sample: Castiel always had a way of making things more awkward than they should be. It might have had to do with the fact that he was not human and in fact an angle. Another part was that he just didn’t understand the appropriate social cues that came with being in a society such as this. But regardless he got by and in truth the antisocial behavior only made his FBI act more believable. Though that was only when he allowed Dean and Sam to do all of the interrogating, leaving him to sit pretty and hold his badge, nod whenever it was completely needed. The last time he made an attempt to interrogate someone it ended with them fully convinced they were crazy and that, he should be admitted, like anyone who cared about demons roaming the earth should. But that was also just how Castiel was. He was there whenever the Winchester brothers got themselves into trouble, guide them along on their way and you could even go so far as to say he was their confidant. Almost like the pretty pet angle, minus the perks.

When he caught wind of something fishy happening in the Podunk town of Lima, Ohio he was all too eager to “poof” (as Dean would call it) the three of them (including the very used impala) to the town, weasel them in with some lame excuse and fix whatever it was that was going on. The problem or problems all seemed to circle around the town’s high school and getting in there was no easy task. With the schools already low budget and the fact that they had no experience teaching prior, three grown males walking into a school full of young able women was enough to wave a warning sign, as if Castiel’s coat wasn’t a big enough one. But he loved that thing, it was almost a sense of power and ever since he transferred into his vessel, Jimmy it was in his possession.  Getting situated in his seat the blue eyed angle looked down at his paper, every day of every year had been etched into his memory since birth, all big events were easy to identify which made doing his job one of the easiest things in the world. Not that most things were hard for Castiel.

He knew almost instantly when Rachel approached, his alertness was almost overwhelming at some times. Not peering up from the paper he had been grading, lines circled in red ink with questions. Half of the social phrases he did not understand or was unsure of which led to the unavoidable low score for each student.  He would be sure to talk to Sam about grading, all things considered. “Hello.” Castiel mumbled out, hoarse in voice, eyes peering up at the door to meet his student. With a start nod, he rolled his shoulders, leaning back in the seat. “Could you turn the light on? I feel as though this is not the most appropriate lighting to be situated in.” He stated just then realizing that the only light came from his computer screen, the sun had fallen long before. “I did, I wanted to ask you a few questions regarding your school.”

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Wonderful Bela app, Iya! Her personality breakdown was great, and we can tell you've really got a feel for her character. Sorry it took so long! Send us her account when you're ready.

your name/alias: Iya

character name: Bela Talbot

personality: 

Driven - Bela knows what she wants and goes to no end to achieve them. She’s a real go-get-em kind of girl, although her intentions aren’t exactly saintly. Basically, if a job needs to be done, then she does them. No question about it. 

Misunderstood - A bit cliche, yes, but Bela has the tendency to bottle up her emotions and her past. Tortured in hell or not, it’s her past and her memories as a human that feeds into her anger and hatred. She could get rewired over the moon, but she will never be able to just let go of it. 

Deceptive - Bela’s a grade A bullshitter and advertiser. She was a natural born con artist and really could’ve used her skills to become an actress rather than a thief and now saleswoman. 

Jealous - Despite the fact that she carries herself with an air of ‘I don’t give a fuck about you’, she’s actually very possessive. She likes to be everyone’s favorite and often gets jealous if her possessions are touched. You could say she’s almost that crazy girlfriend, but hotter.

desired ship(s):  Bela/Hate sex, Bela/Ladies, Bela/Men, Bela/Winchester angst, Bela/Deals

time zone: CST

how did you find out about this rp?: I have no idea I just ended up here.

rp sample: 

Bela let out a small huff of breath as she walked out in the midst of the night. Being cooped up in a house five days a week could really take a toll on your social behavior and honestly? Bela didn’t want to spend another minute watching pointless news reports. She even stopped the boy on the bike from throwing her the newest addition of Lima’s local newspaper. As riveting as it was to read about more and more exposed creatures and dead bodies it was…

Boring.

Sure, you could be like Crowley and go on killing sprees or leave bodies on doors like that Serbian vampire, but what good did that do? At this rate people wouldn’t even bat an eyelash at the next death on the table. 

When did killing become outrageously distasteful? 

Hunting and killing and hunting and more killing. It was like the cycle of life, but much more repetitive. Bela was normally out for the souls and the only deaths she’d care about at the end of the day would be the Winchester’s. Bela scraped her heel lightly on the pavement as she walked deeper into the heart of Lima. So she was going against curfew. Curfew can bite her in the ass all it wanted, she wasn’t going to play along with this game anymore.

Now if only an initiative member would come by to kindly escort her back to her humble abode, she wouldn’t mind that at all. Not when she could turn words around and click their mindset into the appropriate place. 

After all, that was what Bela did best.

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Hi everyone!

We just wanted to let you all know we're still around and to apologize for having been scarce on the main the past week or so. All our personal lives exploded at around the same time, hence the slow movement on accepting apps and answering questions. 

We're back in the swing of things now though, so expect to see some accepted apps soon!

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Dean Winchester

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Hey! This is Lori. We just got two feet of snow. Using gf's iPod atm. Probably won't be able to send in an account until later tomorrow or Saturday. I'm really sorry - we weren't expecting this much. I honestly have no idea when I'll be able to get home. We can't even open the front door right now and the snow just keeps coming. I understand if it's too inconvenient for you and you choose to reopen Dean.

Hey Lori! Whoa, so sorry to hear about the bad weather. Hope you guys are safe and warm otherwise!

And no worries, we'll wait for you to send in his account until you're home, so don't worry about us reopening him; he's all yours when you get back.

Stay safe!

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Jesse St. James

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Welcome to the roleplay, Lori! This was an absolutely fantastic app for Dean and we can't wait to welcome the first member of Team Free Will into the fold. Send his account over when you're ready!

your name/alias: Lori

character name: Dean Winchester

personality: There’s a lot that could be said of Dean Winchester. That he’s reckless, immature, and stubborn are just a few. And it’s partially true; he tends to make rash decisions in the heat of the moment. He enjoys living out the childhood he never had, and he sticks to his guns more than most. More than that, though, he’s loyal. Nothing can stand between Dean and family. So much so that he would sell his soul. Nothing is more important than family.

desired ship(s): I ship for chemistry, though I tend to stray away from Dean/Cas simply because it isn’t my cup of tea. Most everything’s fair game.

time zone: EST

how did you find out about this rp?: I impulsively checked the SPN rp tags and your group was the first thing I saw. I got excited because Glee and Supernatural.

rp sample: (This is something I wrote on an old account. If you wanted something new/just for this group, message me and I’ll send something else in!)

It started off as just a regular night. There were no hunts in the immediate area, so Dean had been brainstorming how to avoid Lucifer taking Sam again, or how to gank the son of a bitch once and for all. He was coming up with nothing, but he figured he may as well try, especially if he wasn’t doing something else. The motel he and Sam were staying at grew boring and he could have sworn if he stayed in there another minute that he would go crazy. So the solution was to go outside and get some air. They’d been staying on the second floor of their motel, so right outside the door was a balcony of sorts with a railing. Dean leaned forward against it, eyes focused on the stars. It was weird at first; he felt like he was doing something normal for once. Something everyone else, all the normal people, seemed to be doing. He wondered why, at first, they were all out and gathering, some setting up blankets just to stargaze. He wondered what the significance of today was, but then the first meteor flew across the dull night sky. For some reason, he relaxed at it, tension dropping from his shoulders and grip on the railing loosening. He’d never seen an actual meteor shower before, but it was beautiful. He thought so, at least. One by one they passed, and for a moment he found his eyes closing, and he said something. “I just wish I could protect Sammy, no matter what it takes.” It was quiet, hardly qualified as a whisper, but oddly enough he felt a little better. His one job had always been to protect Sam, watch after Sam, protect his baby brother. He’d failed before, and it didn’t matter what it cost him. This time, if he could keep Sam safe, keep Sam alive, he was ready to do that. I just want to see him happy. And it looked like Jess made Sam happy, so perhaps it was important to Dean that she stayed safe, too, so he’d look after her like she was his sister. Hell, one of these days she might end up part of the family. In a way, she already was. While that made him want to both smile and feel bad for her, it was nice to have a family, even if simply by extension. Because as much as he loved John and Bobby, and Sam and Cas, he hadn’t felt like he had a real family since Mary’s death. Maybe he was getting over that. Sam, Jess, Cas — Averly — they were his family and that meant a lot to him. He trusted them, even if at times they didn’t trust each other, and he finally felt like he belonged somewhere, like he wasn’t a total screw up, wasn’t a complete freak. One of the meteors caught Dean’s gaze, and his eyes narrowed. It looked closer than the others, almost like it was directed at him instead of something in space. After a moment, he realized it was going to crash into the school, or at least near it. And Dean, being Dean, started running. He stumbled down the stairs, tripping over them in his hurry, and nearly fell flat on his face on the concrete, but he kept running. Closer to the school, to the falling object. Some might call him stupid, but he was an adventurer and that wasn’t anything seen every day. The meteor crashed and he felt the earth quake beneath his feet, throwing off his balance and causing him to fall again, but he got right back up. A black smoke spread through the air, its origin appearing to be the crash site, and Dean kept pushing through it, coughing into his elbow and using his free hand to try and wave smoke out of his face. It reminded him of 9/11, the smoke and the chaos. But on his way to the crash site, he bumped in to someone — literally. Coughing, he looked at her for a minute. “Jess? Is that you?” he asked, voice raised to be heard over the shrill screams of pure terror, the crackling of a small fire, and car alarms that went off, likely from someone blindly running into them. And Dean certainly felt almost blind. “What’s going on?” he added, knowing if either of them had a clue it’d more likely be him.

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Bee, Bee, Bee. What a great app for Jesse. We can't wait to see him on the dash in all his cocky vampiric glory. Send us his account when you're ready!

your name/alias: Seabee

character name: Jesse St. James

personality: Jesse is relaxed and cocky, finding it easy to jump out in to the spotlight and on top of a soap box. He likes what he does, and he’s damn good at it. He’s the stereotypical show choir man. He dances, he acts, he sings like his life depends on it. He loves theatrics, his music library a mix of classic rock (You know. The types who knew how to put on a show) and broadway. Jesse has a little bit of sass mixed in to him, but everything he says is justified because he knows he’s right. He’s always right, even when he’s wrong he’s right. He’s rude and dismissive when you’ve struck a wrong chord or he’s bored with you. He’s vain, no one looks better than him, dresses better than him, knows how to work their body better than him. But get close to him and he claims all these things are just merely a cover story to the actual Jesse St. James. But he’s been this person so long he’s unable to differentiate between the person he created and the person he actually is.

desired ship(s): Jesse/Chemistry, Jesse/ Spotlighted solos, Jesse/ dramatic entrances

time zone: Central

how did you find out about this rp?: I work a lot of corners and they told me to check this out. :|

rp sample: His head was throbbing and his mouth was dry and the star just felt so incredibly tired to the bones. The bathroom, he assumed it was a bathroom under the layer of grime and god knows what else was on the walls and floor, was dimply lit and the light above his head crackled and flickered as he pushed himself up in the tub, where he seemed to have fallen asleep. But Jesse would have never willingly fallen asleep there, much less in a bathroom at this state, and he felt immediately on edge. In the second it took him to wake up, that’s when everything really hit the fan. He could hear the water droplets from the sink, rustling out of the room and mumbling. Like everything was cranked to 11 and he could just hear everything. Scrambling out of the tub, cursing when he fell back and the faucet hit him in the back, he went straight to the mirror.

All the hair on his head wasn’t perfect, but that was something he could easily rectify. Everything about his body was in order, but everything just felt… off. Wrong. But at the same time, there was this power coursing through his veins and everything felt awesome. Jesse ran a hand through his hair before flattening his shirt and checking for any sort of stains but there was nothing.

A knock came at the door. “Mr. St. James?” a soft voice called out to him, “We’d like to talk to you about some things,” came a second voice before the door opened and the man was greeted with two faces he’d probably forget in a few days due to importance.

"If you’re looking to sign me on for a contract, you’ll have to talk to my agent. I can give you her numbe-" Jesse couldn’t finish his statement before the women rolled her eyes and walked away, a mumbled, "You deal with him," hanging in the air.

The man, dressed meticulously like some sort of powerful business man straightened his tie and cleared his throat, “There was an issue last night,” he said, stepping over a body Jesse didn’t see was slumped at the door until his attention was brought to it, “We rectified it, naturally. But you’ll notice some,” he paused, licking his lips before a smile broke out, “Some changes to you. Not to your anatomy, not directly at least. But you’ll be better than you were before.”

Jesse crossed his arms over his chest, not even thinking to take in to account of his own heart beat and breathing. “I already know I’m a superstar.”

"That’s not what I meant. If you’ll please come with me, you’ll start to be very hungry soon. We just aim to help you. How much do you remember from last night?"

The perks of being a star? Well, besides the fame and glory and everyone kissing your feet, you pretty much could do whatever you wanted. And everyone always wanted you around them. So New Years parties were something Jesse St. James (Yes- THAT Jesse St. James. Hold the applause please, autographs will be signed after the show.) could pick from and he always chose the best. The music was loud and drinks were being passed around without a question. Jesse’s memory of the night before was faded, a mass of limbs and red (something that nagged at him and scared him), but he just shrugged, “Enough.”

The other nodded, “Then it’s already been brought to your attention that you’re not quite human anymore.”

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Micah Kaufmann

status: taken | age: 17 | species: skinwalker

background: Born prematurely (and a little under five pounds) on a windy October night near Berlin, Micah spent the first few days of his life in the hospital. Or, just until he weighed enough to go home. It was nothing special—apparently premature births are somewhat common in this day and age. Still that fact never seemed to help him from feeling different—and he did feel different on a near constant level.

However Micah never let that stop him from trying to fit in and in the seventh grade started to take on after school activities. He joined nearly anything he could get his hands on, and he enjoyed all of it, really. Being surrounded with the others students and working as a team was something he just knew he could no longer do without. It was also in the seventh grade when his parents let him in on a family secret. One that had been passed down to him through the bloodline. His mother was a skin walker and he was showing promise of being one as well.  Being a little kid, Micah had no clue what to think, he just wanted to be normal and to fit in. Unfortunately for him, the hand he’d been dealt had not been a particularly great one.

Time after that seemed to slip by and as he’d expected so did his ability to fit in. Micah lost all interest in his activities and eventually decided a new start was what he needed (regardless of his mother’s protests considering his condition). Taking the plunge Micah decided to sign up for a student exchange program. The process was a lot easier than he’d originally anticipated and soon after he was matched up with a family in Lima, Ohio.  

While Micah likes the family he is staying with, he tends to spend most of his time running around in his furry suit. For him, there is something very calming about letting himself go and allowing the beast within to take over. The only downside being the near constant craving for human hearts among other things. Micah has trained himself to have a fairly decent amount of control when it comes to his shifting habits though he has been known to do so accidentally in high tension situations.

ship(s): Micah/chemistry

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I'm ~definitely~ applying for Dean!

Fantastic! We can't wait to receive and read it!