Post by marissa summer robinson on Sept 21, 2012 10:29:43 GMT -5
marissa s u m m e r robinson
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Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
[/color][/font]Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.
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Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester
[/color][/font]Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you're done. Lay your weary head to rest.[/center]
Name Meaning[/color]:
Sex[/color]: female
Age[/color]: sixteen
Sexual Orientation[/color]: heterosexual
Ethnicity[/color]: Caucasian
Member Group[/color]: Prophet
Canon or Original[/color]: Original[/ul][/size]
The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be
[/color][/font]Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.[/center]
Hair[/color]: blonde
Height & Weight[/color]: 5'4". 124 lbs
Body Type[/color]: slim
Distinguishing Features[/color]:
Face Claim[/color]: Britt Robertson[/ul][/size]
It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
[/color][/font]I see the bad moon arising. Don't go around tonight, well its bound to take your life.[/i][/center]
Dislikes[/color]: extremely hot days, her nightmares, surprises, coconut, being the center of attention, feeling closed in, losing all sense of control, feeling like everyone is underestimating her, invasion of her privacy, people who think that they are better than everyone else, arrogance, abuse, really greasy food, fire
Strengths[/color]: sketching, writing, school, intelligent, photographic memory, determination, stubborn, loyal, a natural at lieing, tutoring, really good at research
Weaknesses[/color]: her family, love, children, insomniac, empathy, sometimes has little self-control when she gets angry, takes things a bit too much to heart sometimes, vulnerable to manipulation, soft rock music (she gets very sleepy when listening to it), has a hard time relaxing and letting things go
Fears[/color]: losing another family member, letting people in just to end up getting hurt, fires (her mother died in a fire not that long ago)
Secrets[/color]:
1. The biggest secret that she has is her nightmares. She tries to hide them from her family, which is not always easy. Though she has no idea why she has them. Writing about them helps her to feel better. She tends to have very strong migraines after having one.
2. Her guilt. She does not let anyone know that she feels responsible for her mother's death.
3. Her father and older brother are both hunters. They have been trying to hide that from Marissa. What they do not know, is that she knows what they really do, thanks to her nosiness. She just has not said anything about it yet.
Best Memory[/color]: It was a bright Summer day, in July. Her and her brother and her mom and dad, had gone to the park to spend the day together. She was nine years old at the time. Sure, it would not seem like such a big deal to most people. But it was special to Marissa. Especially since they never got to do this whole kind of thing.
Worst Memory[/color]: The worst thing that Marissa has ever gone through is the night that her mother had been killed. She was twelve years old and had been spending the night at a friends house. She was sitting in her friends bedroom when her father had showed up and took her into a separate room, alone. And told her that an intruder had gotten into their home, her mother had been alone. But she did not make it. That she was in Heaven now. She cried for weeks, wanting her mother.
Habits/Quirks[/color]: sometimes Marissa tends to talk to herself, twirls her hair when she is nervous, has a major bubble gum habit, writing when she is stressed, can be a bit of a clean freak when having a hard time, at times prefers to sit in the dark than with the lights on, is paranoid that she is being watched
Overall Personality/Appearance[/color]:
Marissa is more of a tomboy. You will never find this girl wearing dresses and shirts or high heels. She is one who likes to hang with the boys. She prefers playing video games and watching horror movies rather than playing with stupid dolls and watching chick flicks. She prefers to drink beer rather than wine coolers (even though she's underage, she doesn't care). She thinks of wine coolers as being a girly drink. Instead, you will find this chick often wearing blue jeans, sneakers or boots and t-shirts. She does wear make-up from time to time, but not too often.
Though she doesn't look like much, Marissa is not the type of girl you want to mess with. This girl is known to have a mouth on her and can more than so handle herself in a fight. Sounds like she could be a hunter, huh? Well, she isn't. But she does come from a family of hunters. Her father and brother to be exact. Though, they don't know that she knows yet. They have been trying to protect her from that kind of life. Speaking of which, Marissa hates having to be protecting, hates being treating like a child. She's seventeen, almost an adult. The girl believes that she does not need to be protected from the world and people who try to, she resents them for it.
Nightmares, they are the worst it can seem at times. They seem very vivid and always leave her with a splitting headache, making her feel as though that her head is on fire. Marissa does not yet know about how she is a prophet, nor does her father or brother. But she does not understand why she has these migraines and in order to calm herself and relieve the pain that she is feeling, she sketches what she has seen.
Even though Marissa is both book smart and street smart, she is not all that big into attending school. She does not really see the point in school. Maybe it's because she gets easily bored with all of it. It's funny, when she actually does her homework or take her exams or her finals, every time she receives an A+. So Marissa is actually rather intelligent. She just does not care for school or her teachers and she especially hates the students at her school. The populars and the jocks and the wannabes and all the other stupid cliques. A lot of times you will find this girl skipping classes. Not to mention she is a bit of a loner as well.
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There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book
[/color][/font]You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.[/center]
Current Residence[/color]: New Orleans, Louisiana
Mothers Name[/color]: Michelle Robinson - deceased
Fathers Name[/color]: Matthew Robinson - age 40
Occupation of Parents[/color]: Before her mother's death, she had been an English teacher. Her father is a hunter.
Siblings[/color]: Jake Mitchell Robinson – age 20 - hunter
Pets[/color]: n/a
Overall History[/color]:
Marissa Summer Robinson was born on a late stormy night in June to Michelle and Matthew Robinson. Before Marissa had been conceived, her father had spent practically his entire life as a hunter, learning everything he knows from his own father. And after the birth of his youngest child and only daughter, he continued hunting the Supernatural. It was his job and his life and he could not imagine never doing it again. Her mother, on the other hand, had gone to college. Her father had also been a hunter and she knew about the Supernatural from a young age. However, she did not want to continue that life after her high school graduation in which she was valedictorian at. Instead, she gave up the job and went to college majoring in English. After graduating from college, she had become an English teacher. Michelle and Matthew knew each other since their pre-teen years. Since both of their fathers had once in a while been hunting partners. The two had began dating their sophomore year in high school and had gotten married the summer after Michelle's graduation. Matthew, on the other hand, had dropped out of school since he knew that hunting would always be his job and his passion. And obviously you would not need school for that. They soon at their first son, Jake, two years later when they were bother twenty. And they were twenty-three when having Marissa.
Marissa had a pretty normal childhood. But there were many times when she would ask, “Mommy? Why is daddy always gone?” She just did not understand, only being a child and all. She did not know about her father's life as a hunter, saving people's lives. But she was to little to be told. And to be honest, her parents did not want their kids to know the truth. Her brother only found out because when he was sixteen, he had followed him and when he saw what was happening, confronted him about it. Several weeks later, he told his father that he had wanted to do what he did and that he could not stop him from doing so. But Marissa never even found out.
Hardly anything important happened, though, in her childhood. The most important was probably the fact that she was a loner in school and she often got into fights with the girls. Actually, she often got along better with the guys. And she did not even care that they saw her as one of the guys. Everything had crashed in around her, however, when she was twelve years old. A demon had killed her mother. Her father, however, told his baby girl that an intruder had broken into the house. The truth was the demon was looking for Marissa. For the simple fact that she was a Prophet. But this was something that Marissa did not know about her. Her father, on the other hand, knew. And he wanted to do nothing more than to protect her without having to tell her the truth.
It was only a couple of short weeks later that the nightmares had begun. And to a twelve year old girl, that can be pretty frightening. They started with migraines and only happened while she was sleeping. They were so vivid and terrifying. To help herself feel better, to relieve everything, she would use her sketchpad and sketch what she had seen. It really helps her. Around the time she was fifteen, Marissa had learned the truth about her father and her brother. She had found her father's journal, but she kept quiet about it, not letting on that she knows. Now she's sixteen, still her father and brother do not know that Marissa knows about their “true” jobs, and she still does not know about being a prophet.
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me, Bloody Mary
[/color][/font]I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.[/center]
Custom Title[/color]: Demon Magnet
Roleplay Sample[/color]:
It had been a few weeks now since what had gone down in that abandoned warehouse. He had seemed so lost, so confused. Sam had been having so much trouble being able to tell what was real. Hallucinations. He had started seeing Lucifer. He remembered everything from the pit. Everything from his time without a soul. And to be completely honest, this was entirely Castiel's fault.
Ever since Castiel brought the wall in Sam's head down, the youngest Winchester had been struggling. It all started when Sam had said yes to Lucifer. You heard right. Lucifer was wearing him to prom. Sam prepared for this moment. Drinking more demon blood than he ever had. He needed the strength for when he made the deal of the century. This was their last hope in defeating Lucifer. Their last chance. He was their last hope. The plan. Had to stick with the plan. Say yes to Lucifer. Sounded so easy. Just take control. That was what the demon blood was for. Strength. Jump into the pit. So much easier said than done. However, plans just never turn out the way that one would plan. Sam had lost; Lucifer had taken control. Sammy had become a prisoner inside of his own head. Sammy was gone. As much as Sam had really tried to take control, Lucifer was just too strong. He was unable to take control. Unable … until …
Sam could remember every moment of that day so clearly. He was watching everything happening and there had been nothing that he could do to stop it. Nothing at all. He fought against it. But what was the point anymore? Lucifer was just too strong. What made him think that he could ever win this fight? Nothing. It was just their last piece of hope. It was the only chance in saving this messed up world. Why save it? It was so full of pain and torment and sadness. Why would anyone even care if the world came to an end anyway? But they did. Sure, there was so much bad in this world. Sure, the world was filled with blood and pain and so much heartache. There were also good things about living. Falling in love and family. So much love in this world. They had to save it. But it seemed as though their last hope was no more. It seemed that Lucifer had won the war. And would eventually destroy this planet. In time.
But something happened. Sam was watching Lucifer pumble his brother to a bloody pulp when something caught his eye. Something inside the car. A little army man shoved inside of the ashtray in the car door. Memories flashed by so quickly. Memories from when the two brothers were kids to now. Him and Dean. And Sam was not going to let Lucifer kill his big brother. Not in a million years. He had to stop this. But he understood why Dean came here. Even if he knew that there was no way of reaching Sam. He had always been the protective older brother. Through thick and thin. Even when Sam was a jerk and addicted to demon blood. He still ended up forgiving his baby brother. Dean had never once left his brother's side and he was not about to start now. He would stand by Sam. Until the very end. But this one thing, these flashbacks, is what caused Sam to step back and take control of his own body.
”It's okay, Dean. It's gonna be okay. I've got him.”
And it would be okay. All okay. Soon enough. Even if this was sacrificing himself. It was something that needed to be done. And he was the only person who could do the job. And Sam quickly had pulled out the rings from the pocket of his jacket and tossed it to the ground, a hole opening up. A hole that would put Lucifer right back into the pit. That would trap him inside it as well. And then Michael tried to stop him. When Sam began to fall in, Michael grabbed onto his arm and the two both fell into the pit. And then the hole closed up and Sam Winchester was gone.
“This thing goes our way and I … Triple Lindy into that box … y-you know I'm not coming back.”
And that was what Dean did. He went and found Lisa. And she took him in. Dean did not want to let his baby brother rot in that cage. He wanted more than anything to find a way to bring his brother back. It had always been his job to protect his brother. And he had failed that time and time again. And this time, there was nothing left for Dean to do. He did what Sam had asked of him. Because he had made a promise. Dean didn't want Cas to save him. Every part of him, every fiber that he had, wanted to die, or find a way to bring Sam back. But he did not and would not do either. Because he made a promise. A promise to Sam. And he was going to keep that promise. So what did it all add up to? It's hard to say. But the brothers did alright. Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well … isn't that kinda the whole point?
What Dean had not known was that Sam had been brought back. Had been rescued from the pit. But how? No one knew. But he was indeed back. Sam, however, did not contact Dean. He couldn't. He was finally living the normal life that he deserved and he did not want to ruin that for him. So he went on, continuing his job as a hunter. And he started working with Samuel (his grandfather) and a few others. Family. But no one knew how Samuel was brought back either. And Dean never knew. Not until a year after Sam jumped into the pit to save the world. And that was because Dean was in trouble. He had been poisoned and would have died if Sam hadn't have injected him with the antidote.
But let's not get into this. Let's go on with what was wrong with Sam. Why he acted the way he did. Why he did not seem like himself which led Dean to think that maybe it could have not been Sam but maybe Lucifer instead. It was Sam, though. And yes, there was something wrong with him. When Sam had been brought back, rescued from the pit, a very important piece of him had been left behind. His soul. And Dean would do everything that he could to find away to get the old Sam back. When he finally contacted death and was made a deal, he thought that this was it. That they would finally be getting his brother back. But Sam, he did not like that at all. He found out about a ritual that he could use to prevent his soul from being forced back in. And he needed the blood of his father. 'You need the blood of your father, but your father needn't be blood.' And that meant only one person. Bobby. So close. Sam had been so close to getting Bobby's blood and then Dean showed up and stopped his brother. Death had gotten Sam's soul and put it where it belonged, placing up a wall.
Castiel had never fixed Sam's wall and he was hallucinating. Sam couldn't tell what was real anymore. He was seeing Lucifer. She was in Sam's head twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. His hallucinations made him believe that he was with Dean, that they were driving somewhere. But it wasn't Dean. It was Lucifer. ”I was with you, Dean. No, no, I don't, I...I can't know that for sure. You understand me?” It had been hard on Sam. He had been struggling. But things were starting to become worse than ever. But he kept quiet about it. He did not want to worry Dean anymore than his brother was already worried. So, he went on, trying to ignore Lucifer, getting on through the days.
Sam was at Bobby's tonight. He was there alone. The two older hunters had gone off to investigate something or another. He was in the basement when he'd heard the noise. But was it real? He could not be so sure. Taking in a deep breathe, Sam slowly walked up the stairs and into the living room. And that was when he saw it. Gabriel. But Sam was having a hard time believing that it was real. ”You're not real.” he suddenly had found himself saying before he could completely register his surroundings.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
Dean Winchester Romeo mad by stealing it now would you?
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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