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Taken Face Claims

Alphabetical order — actor/actress’ first name. Use Ctrl + F to find specifics quickly and easily! Asterisks indicate special cases (either used in multiple fandoms or alternate GY canon face...

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Sample Application for future applicants:

Player’s Name / Alias: Sarah Player’s Age: 19. Player’s Timezone: Atlantic Standard Time/GMT-0400 Player’s Skype (or other): sarah.morgan.94 Players RP Experience / Type: I’ve been role playing on forums since 2007 and switched to tumblr role play around 2010-11; 7 years total. Player’s Interest / Expected Activity Level: 7/10 Will you need help getting a theme or navigation page set up? No. Do you need help gathering gifs for your character? No.  Secondary Character: Alaric Saltzman.

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Character Name: Castiel

Character Age: Ageless/Unknown.

Character Birthday: Unknown.

Preferred Ship(s): Castiel/Meg, Castiel/Chemistry.

Changes to Bio: N/A.

Character Specific Question: How is Castiel adjusting to the fragility of his newly human life? What is his first priority right now?

Castiel did not experience a smooth adjustment – from starving between stays at homeless shelters to encountering a few of his angry siblings or finding the messes they leave behind, guilt is weighing down his shoulders. Cas, or more well-known these days as Clarence, has been struggling to survive. Thankfully he has millions of years of experience watching over humans and knows the gist of what he must do. It is mostly his mental state as of now that plagues him, as well as the constant evasion of his brethren.

His first priority, apart from survival itself, is to fix what he’s done. Unfortunately his humanity is nothing but a hindrance in that aspect; he’s unsure of how the Winchesters ever managed to keep it together, especially now that he understands even the smallest of human weaknesses… it’s a daunting task he has ahead of him, and he’s hesitant, knowing his habit of doing the opposite of his intent, but he knows he’ll never rest until he helps Heaven rebuild and his kin love one another.

  Character Sample:

The experience of truly being human was many things, but above all, lonely. Castiel supposed this was because he had no way of finding the Winchesters; being left without money in a world that strived on the economy was much like being lame in means of finding a way to travel. The Men of Letters bunker… at this point, he was beginning to doubt that he would ever reach it, but try, he would. He wanted to help Sam — however that may be, now that he was so utterly… fragile. 

Three days ago, a shopkeeper had punched him for trying to scrounge food from his disposals in the back. His face still hurt from the encounter. Thankfully, since then, he’d earned a little extra at the halfway home he’d been working for, and his stomach wasn’t being so incessantly needy as it had been before. It was the work that allowed him to keep himself together, too. Because he’d been right, before. Getting involved had destroyed everything — again. Without any chores left for the day, Castiel had been lingering in the room he shared with three other men, and was just fiddling with the window pane in an effort to seek fresh air when he heard a knock at the door. He pinched his finger on the latch, cutting the skin — there was another knock, reminding him of why his attention had slipped in the first place. 

Annie… “Of course,” he said, voice raised a bit so that he could be heard over the general sounds of a cheap apartment with a bad location. “The door isn’t locked,” he assured her as he found a rag to wrap his finger in. Annie was a friendly woman he’d met since his arrival; one of few who didn’t seem to mind his inept social skills, or perhaps hadn’t even noticed. He was unsure. Castiel smiled warmly as she came in, though there was something about her posture — and the fact that she’d bothered to come and visit at all — that had him worried. Fear was another thing that had intensified with his newly found mortal state… he hadn’t realized how nauseous one could be with dread alone. “Is my help required for one of the patrons-?” he wondered, almost hopefully. The possibilities of her visiting were not all that many, and he would rather more physical labour was at hand than the worst case scenario.

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Player’s Name / Alias: Sarah Player’s Age: 19. Player’s Timezone: Atlantic Standard Time/GMT-0400 Player’s Skype (or other): sarah.morgan.94 Players RP Experience / Type: I’ve been role playing on forums since 2007 and switched to tumblr role play around 2010-11; 7 years total. Player’s Interest / Expected Activity Level: 7/10 Will you need help getting a theme or navigation page set up? No. Do you need help gathering gifs for your character? No.  Secondary Character: Tom McNair

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Character Name: Alaric Saltzman

Character Age: 34.

Character Birthday: February 4, 1976.

Preferred Ship(s): Alaric/Chemistry, Alaric/Jenna, Alaric/Meredith.

Changes to Bio: N/A.

Character Specific Question: How much does Alaric remember? Does he want to pursue or reconnect with his old life?

Alaric barely remembers anything of the last few years of his life. The very last clear memory that he possesses was leaving Georgia’s university library to return to his and Isobel’s apartment – and speaking with the police later that evening. He doesn’t remember witnessing anything, hunting the vampire who he thought had killed her, none of that. Alaric only knows that a huge chunk of his life is missing and he clawed his way out of his grave a monster some months ago, only to be discovered and saved by one who called herself “Illyria.” Because of his disorientation, Illyria has been his only guide and his only friend since his resurrection.

After encountering the angel, Anna, Alaric has had nightmares and visions of people he can’t name. He knows that he loves them and misses them, but understandably, he’s terrified to learn the truth – just what happened to Isobel, what happened to him, and how he got here. He’s sorely tempted to bury the truth and apprentice under Illyria for as long as he can before his past comes back to haunt him.

  Character Sample:

The strange encounter with the red haired girl at the ward had left him… well, mostly confused, and a little bereft. No matter her assurances, the things she’d shown him, they hadn’t… he’d hurt these people. The ache in his chest and the guilt that made his shoulders weigh a ton (despite his impossible strength) told him as much.

It was with a heavy heart that he returned to the only friend he knew of — the only one who didn’t make him feel quite so guilty, so utterly hopeless.

"Knock, knock," he muttered as he tapped one of the massive doorways to the once-abandoned warehouse. He entered the place with hunched shoulders, eyeing his surroundings warily — humble as ever. Best never to approach Illyria’s, err, sanctum without properly humility, anyway. Plus… he knew he shouldn’t have been gone quite so long. Since she’d found him, she’d been his sole guide and teacher, after all. He owed her a little more respect, and his time. 

"Sorry I, uhh, ran off," he started, still not seeing her but having the distinct impression he was being watched and therefore knowing she was around, lurking. His tongue slid along his canines nervously as his fists found his pockets. "Just wanted to check up on — stuff."

— He half expected something to be thrown at him any second now, so he stopped walking and looked around properly. “… Illyria?” Her name was called softly, as he knew better than to use any other kind of tone while addressing her directly. C’mon, Smurfette. S’been a hell of a night.