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I guess if no one responds, I'll finish it myself and make it a fanfic XD. I'm going to role-play as Dean.
They'd met in high school. Cas was a foreign exchange student from Canada who didn't have many friends. Dean was a jock, who was everyone's friend. The first day Cas arrived, the bullies immediately ganged up on him. Every time Cas walked down the hall, there was always a bigger kid who would shove the books out of his hands.
From the moment Dean first saw Cas, the jock thought the smaller nerd was adorable. Dean was heading to his next class when he saw the exchange student being tripped. Dean immediately ran towards him, catching him as he fell. Dean grinned and stood up. He faced the bullies. "Now look here, no one's going to touch him again, understood?" They nodded, knowing of the jock's reputation on the football field.
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name: Des
age: 15
powers/wings?: Black wings but no powers.
personality: Bipolar. He's sometimes a tough guy and is sometimes an open book. He's hot-headed and too dependent on his instincts.
rank: Warrior
crush: Enna
history(optional): He doesn't like to talk about it.
theme song:(optional) World So Cold - Three Days Grace
pet:(optional) A little hamster.
looks: [img width=510 height=286]http://i.ytimg.com/vi/03BsTMTXBAs/maxresdefault.jpg[/img]
other: different
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~Name: Destiel
~Nickname: Des
~Gender: Male
~Age: 18
~Looks:
~Class:
High
~History
Des was born into a High family, so he should have no reason to join the Revolution. However, he's seen his fair share of cruelty. He had a sister, a girl named Avis who was born to his father (a High) and a different woman (a Low). Des and Avis were really close, their father always going away for long periods of time. Avis was Des' only friend. One day, officials stormed the house and killed Avis. Des' father was taken away and Des was left with strangers.
~Weapons of Choice:
Des uses mostly a sword.
~Abilities:
Des has black wings which he usually hides under his jacket. (He can fly)
~Personality:
His experience has hardened him and he rarely shows emotion.
~Kin:
~Crush/Love:
Open
~Position (If in the Arisen):
Spy?
~Other:
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Des groaned and clambered out of bed. He threw on his normal clothes and grabbed his little hamster, Cas. He walked out of his room and looked around for Anna. "Do we have to get up?" Des asked sleepily. The hamster on his shoulder chittered in agreement.
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Des was about to go back to sleep when he smelled food. He smirked and rushed downstairs. "Breakfast! most important meal of the da-a-y!"
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You know what's funny? I live in Los Angeles. And I have a Destiel account. I'm like "WHERE IS DA CAS AT I THOUGHT THIS WAS HOME OF THE ANGELS"
The Percy Jackson did suck, but I have it too XD
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(I can be the medic :))
Des raced to Anna's side and kneeled beside her. "Anna?" He asked. "Can you tell me where it hurts?"
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Oooh~ Dad and dad are here! Hi Dean and Cas!
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Des grimaced. "We should get you to a bed." He looked over at Anna's pet, "Do you know something about this?" The pet did seem to know of Anna's sickness before anyone else. Des shrugged and lifted Anna from the floor. He brought her to the nearest bed.
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Make Moriarty test the drinks!
he'll probably fake his death AGAIN then come back in a couple years (a.k.a. the new season)
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The world is ending and what am I doing?
watching Supernatural
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"Dammit Anna." Des muttered. She hadn't told him about this sickness and from he knew, she didn't tell anyone else. This could be small or it could be life-threatening. If only she'd told him sooner, it wouldn't have gotten this bad. Des checked the girl for a fever and found she felt hot.
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Des, being the spy he is, overheard the conversation. Finally, he went out into the open. "The child will be introduced to the wealthiest family in the entire land. The child'll never see the terror of the king's reign. And even if he does, he'll assume it's natural. If we can get to the kid before his sense of good is twisted by his father, we might have a chance. But we can't wait too long." He turned to Les, "Some breakfast would be nice."
