Castiel & Misha

[castiel]

Yay. Ok then, lets make this good for Lucrecia ;D
we'll go with what we discussed?
And do we have to do a profile?

[Misha Caudillo]

yeah. and yes.. i like that idea.
eh im gonna do a profile any way. Already got help from sky to do it. XD

Name: Misha Caudillo
Age: 22
Gender: female
Occupation: University student 5 year Law and 3 medical/ part time night shift bar waitress

Personality: Misha has a bit of a split personality, but majority of the time she is quiet, simply doing her work and remaining to herself and often comes off shy. But underneath she is a determined lady but also a broken one. She has the ability to convince people in speeches, making her an excellent politician and strives to heal people, both mentally and physically, even though she has a slight fear of blood and needles. When Castiel walks into her life, she is annoyed by his constant protective ways as it gets in the way of her normal life, but after a while, she realises that he is what she has needed and that she wouldn’t be the same if he left her.

Appearance

Weapon: Misha has no need for a weapon at the moment. Although her father was a hunter and she has kept and cared for all of his.

Power/skills: Unknown by many people and angels, including herself and Castiel, Misha was a fallen angel, (but simply been fallen for too long to be able to restore her grace) From this however, she does still have many of her angel powers, much like Castiel and also has the ability to take ones pain for herself. She has great knowledge about Law and medical, which comes from her studies and also her time as an angel. Because of her past time being an angel, Misha can hear them speaking and often goes to physiatrist but then stops soon after when the speaking ceases. She can hear them when they simply speak to one another, and this can lead to deadly consequences and her survival could be at risk.

History: Misha had a normal life until her parents dies when she was seven. From then she had lived in an orphanage before she was old enough to be on her own. She proceeded to follow what she wanted to do, return to her abandoned home and attend college. From then it has been a simple routine of school and work.
Before she was mortal, Misha was a highly ranked angel, in charge of the ‘military’, a group of warrior angels that were under her control. But she was banished from heaven, losing her grace and becoming a mortal for eternity, but for what reason she cannot remember. Because of this and the danger closing in on the world, Misha has been sentenced by the angels to die, before the demons get their hands on her.

[castiel]

((fine. ))

Name: Castiel
Age: unknown but physically 25
Gender: male
Occupation: Angel

Personality: Castiel typically displays very little emotion and always exhibits an extremely sombre disposition. He does not express any strong emotions. According to the fallen angel Anna, angels possibly do not possess the ability to truly feel emotion. However, Castiel does often show friendly affection towards Misha. He seems to at the very least come close to expressing regret, hesitance, and anger a few times, and does quietly laughed at some jokes that either Misha or her friends make showing possibly a sense of humor. Through Misha, Castiel is learning a little bit about humanity and re-learning something about his own humanity from that exposure. Castiel and other angels are not out helping people in need. Though he has a conscience, Castiel is willing to kill innocents if the need arises. In spite of all his apparently emotionless countenance, however, other angels have noted him begin to develop an attachment for Misha. This growing ability to feel even causes him to be at risk of being ‘demoted’ or banished, as his superiors fear that emotions are clouding his judgment.

Appearance:
((ust ignore the writing. XD only one i could find.))

Weapon: Being an angel, his true form is his main weapon, but other than that he has a knife, similar to Ruby’s but his is made of angelic power, not demonic.

Power/skills: Because Castiel is an angel, he is immortal, only able to be killed by another angel or, if the demon is strong, he can be banished to heaven or dragged into hell. He has all the powers that come with being an angel, but not the fighting ability. Castiel is incredibly strong, and can sometimes forget that he is in human form and needs to control it. Castiel can also use his grace and purity to subdue some foes if he wishes to not kill them by simply touching their forehead with his two fingers, making them dizzy and then unconscious.

History: Not much is known of his history; except that he was created to protect those that god saw most worthy, which at the moment is Misha.

[Misha Caudillo]

‘Hey sexy! We want another drink!’
Misha looked up from cleaning the bench and to a group of men sitting at a table on the next level above her. Glancing down at her and shaking their empty glasses. She tried to ignore them but they persisted.
‘Hey, Im talking to you, yeah, you! Sexy chick,’ they all chuckled and laughed, like drunken men. With a sigh Misha prepared their drinks before proceeding up the stairs towards them, not spilling a drop even though the loud music was like an extra heart beat in her chest. Setting their drinks down for them, she held the tray flat against her hip before giving them a forced smile.
‘Anything else I can get you boys?’
‘Well, yeah. Now that you ask,’ one mentioned, his words slurred from his loose tongue. His large hand reached out and gripped her hip, pulling her into his hard lap. Misha remained quiet but rolled her eyes and gave the man a slight elbow to the stomach.
‘Wooh looks like I got myself a feisty one,’ he laughed, his hand moving up her mini denim skirt, another up her tight tank top. Misha gave a slight hiss and twisted out of his lap to grip his crouch tight enough for him to give a girlie yelp. This time Misha smirked and the men around her whispered quietly.
‘Don’t touch what you can’t afford mate.’ She hissed before collecting the dirty glasses and leaving, ignoring the cheers and shouts to her.
When she began to wash them, Leanne, her boss, moved to lean on the space beside Misha.
‘I think you should head home Misha. You’ve got school tomorrow.’
Misha looked up at Leanne, afraid she was going to growl at her for refusing a customer, but Leanne simply smiled and gently ran her fingers through Misha’s black hair.
‘Are you sure? I can still help around here, you’ll be by yourself,’
‘And I was before you came here. I’ll be fine Misha, go home. Rest. Study.’
Misha gave a smile to Leanne before a brief hug. She had always been a motherly figure for Misha since she started working here, at the bar. Untying her apron and grabbing her bag and jacket, Misha didn’t glance over her shoulder and walked out. The cool air hit her like a frozen bucket of water, hard and enough to wind her. Hugging her jacket around her, Misha walked along the dark street. She had done it enough times that she shouldn’t be afraid, but she was. Something always unsettled her when she was by herself, yet, she lived by herself. Misha knew she was strange, being shy and nervous one second to cocky and confident the next. Either way, Misha had an even more uneasy feeling about tonight, the only sound were her boots as she hurried to get home.

[castiel]

Castiel didn’t understand.
His father, God, had told him to watch for the one most worthy, the one that Castiel had to protect. His bright blue eyes scanned over the street from his position on the cold tin roof. He was invisible to the human eye, maybe a shimmer out of the corner of one’s eye but nothing more. An invisible being created simply of light, deadly to any human eyes, but he could make himself visible, his true form blinding light held together but nothing but a thin layer of clear skin. Large wings spread behind him, casting their shadow on the ground, but no one was looking, there was no one there. With a sigh, Castiel glanced up at the sky, doubting his ability to understand what it was his father had asked him to do.
There was a sudden pull at his side and Castiel twisted his body around, focusing his eyes on a young woman who was hurriedly walking away from...a bar? Was that what it was? Castiel lingered on the building for a moment, strange smells and sounds coming from it but then he felt that pull again and looked down at the young girl. Perhaps...
Castiel was about to inspect further but he notice a group of men walk from the bar, and then follow the woman, an imminent aura coming from them. Suspicious, Castile looked up to the sky, asking for some more guidance for he was unsure, but all he received was a stronger tug at his side and, still unsure, he vanished from the building.

[Misha Caudillo]

Misha heard laughing behind her, and she turned around slightly to see a group of men walking behind her. Although a good distance away, Misha didn’t want to take the chance and so turned the corner and began to jog. But they did to, following her and catching up to her. Something moved beside her and Misha turned sharply to see what it was but consequently tripped on her high heels.
‘Well well. Isn’t it nice to see you again?’
Misha looked up at the man from the bar, standing over her and rubbing his chin as if in thought. Misha felt fear rush through her and she began to scurry away but he grabbed her ankle, yanking her back so he was kneeling over her.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he whispered in her ear, giving it a bite. Misha yelped and hit the man hard on the jaw.
Her father didn’t teach her fighting for no reason.
The man gave a forced laugh and rubbed where she had hit him. The others behind him laughed but he held his hand up to silence them.
‘Im gonna teach you a lesson, you little cock teasing bitch,’ he growled and hit Misha, who cried out. 'If theres one type of skank i can afford its your type.' he hissed and Misha tried to scream but he smashed his mouth over hers, silencing her.
Misha wanted to throw up as she felt the man touch every part of her that he could, others coming to hold her thrashing limbs still. Misha tried to scream again but it came out as a whimper.
Oh God No!

((sorry 'bout the language))

[castiel]

Castiel had been following close behind, simply watching as the event unfolded before him. He watched as the men reached her, and she was caught by one of them. He was unsure of what they were doing but by the way the girl was acting, Castiel knew that it was something that was sinful. Again asking his father, Castiel didn’t receive an answer, and he knew it meant that he had to follow his instinct.
Well, it was pulling harder now, and towards the girl.
With that, Castiel looked around; he couldn’t just reveal himself to a group of people that would be dangerous. Castiel saw a man praying in a nearby apartment, heard him speaking to god that he was a faithful follower. Quite quickly, Castiel flew over to the man, gently touching his forehead and the man gave a gasp.
This is the will of god. He spoke to the man, before using the man’s body as a vessel. Castiel marvelled at the body, the feeling of having one for a moment before he heard the woman’s cry ‘Oh God No’, and he froze at the fact that he had heard her scream it in her thoughts, and with a flutter of wings, Castiel was behind the group of men.
‘Stop what you are doing.’ He growled. A few of the drunks charged at him, but he flicked his fingers and sent them colliding into the walls. Looking ahead, he saw that the other man was continuing his sinful act.
‘This is not the path of god,’ he spoke again, and a few of the men simply laughed.

[Misha Caudillo]

Through the sound of her own breathing and the man’s laughing, Misha could hear another man’s voice and she managed to move her head around enough to see another man, and she instantly felt disappointment until she saw a few of the men run away.
‘This is not the path of god,’
“Oh great, a religious guy. What he gonna do, strike fear into their hearts?” she groaned, although she wouldnt admit it, she was religious as well, and she felt some comfort to know that the guy was there, but what could he do? It was instantly forgotten when the man on her had stripped her top half bare and he turned his attention to the newly exposed flesh, making Misha cry out and not care who the man was, only caring that he tried to help her.
Dam her for not brining her gun.

[castiel]

Castiel flicked his head up to the woman as she cried out and he appeared beside the man and threw him away from the woman. His eyes scanned her for a moment, checking for injury only, before he turned around, his pale trench coat spinning around with him. The man was rubbing a small scratch above his eyebrow before he looked at the frail man in wonder, but then advanced, pulling forth a knife. With a small gesture of his hand, Castiel launched the man further away and when he was sure it was safe, he turned back to the girl and knelt beside her, contemplating whether or not to pick her up.
‘Are you alright Miss?’

[Misha Caudillo]

Misha stared up in wonder at the man dressed in a trench coat as he managed to get rid of a pack of drunken men before wrenching her assaulter off of her. Grabbing her shirt and jacket, she put them on, her legs too weak to hold her. The stranger knelt beside her and Misha felt an incredibly peaceful feeling flood through her, safe. She nodded her head, unable to speak either and she looked back at her attacker, who was charging forward with the knife raised high.
‘L...Look Out!’ she cried, gripping the man and trying to push him out of the way.

[castiel]

With a gentle smile, Castiel passed her bag back towards her before she cried out.
Turning around; the girl’s hands too weak to move him, Castiel saw the man with the knife on top of him, and the knife drove through his chest. With a choked gasp, Castiel tried to hang onto the vessels life, feeling and hearing him slip away as the man withdrew the knife and stabbed again, twice in the chest. Maybe it was luck, but Castiel tried to heal as quick as he could to save the vessels soul. Castiel could feel the pain, but knew he wouldn’t die. But the man who had once owned this body was, and Castiel prayed that he would see gods light. When the man withdrew it again, Castiel held up an arm and gripped the man’s wrist tightly, hearing it crunch beneath his fingers. Looking over his shoulder, Castiel looked at the woman.
‘Run, now!’

[Misha Caudillo]

The man was stabbed, twice.
Through the heart.
He should be dead, not bleeding. He should have fallen forward and died. But there he was, crushing the man’s wrist and telling her to run as if he had simply been poked at with a rubber chicken. Terrified, Misha leapt to her feet and ran without looking back.

Slamming the door shut behind her, Misha locked the heavy wooden door and then darted for her room, locking herself in the dark bathroom. Tears were running down her cheeks, making her makeup lave black streaks over her pale skin. She had just ran, left that man who helped her to face whatever was to come. He was stabbed! Injured! How was she going to explain it when they found a dead body in the street in the morning? Gripping fist full of her hair, Misha cried, curling into a ball in the tile floor, too afraid to move and turn on a light.
That poor man. She would have to check with the hospital in the morning, give him as much peace and comfort as he had given her in that split moment she had been in contact with him.

[castiel]

Struggling under the man’s heavy weight, Castiel gave a grunt of effort. He didn’t want to kill the man; he didn’t want to have another death of his behalf tonight. With a surprising little effort, Castiel forced the man off him and stood, spreading his wings to allow them to cast a shadow in the moons light. The man was seething anger, questioning how he had survived his attacks and wounds to his chest.
‘Because, I am an angel of the lord.’
The man saw the wings shadow on the ground behind Castiel and his eyes widened, and he coward away. There was a noise behind him and the man flinched around to see another standing behind him. Castiel also looked up to see his brother, Ariel, his dark wings on the ground behind him as well. Ariel frowned down at the man and then revealed his true form. Castiel winced slightly at the bright light, but the man of the ground before him screamed in pain as his eyes began to bum until he was silent. Castiel looked at the bleeding body before him and then to his brother who was smiling.
‘You will learn Castiel, hat some people deserve what they receive.’
‘You didn’t have to kill him.’ Castiel growled. The pain in his chest flared and he looked down at the bloodied shirt and then sadly to his brother.
‘Fear not, Castiel, he received safe passage.’
This made Castiel smile in relief but then he turned to face the direction the woman had run.
‘Her name is Misha.’
Castiel moved his eyes to give his brother a questioning look before back to the alley way. ‘Yes, Castiel, she is the one you have been assigned to. Look after her brother, or I will.’ He warned. Castiel turned around to question, but he was gone with a flutter of wings. With a sigh, Castiel looked at the dead man’s body and then to his own healing wound.
Give me the strength father.[/i]

[Misha Caudillo]

It was late morning when Misha woke, finding herself still on the bathroom floor. Lifting herself off the cold tile floor, Misha's steadied herself on her hands, her head spinning from the lack of sleep. Last night, she should have stayed and helped that man not run away and not go back to see if he was safe. With a groan she lifted a hand and gripped the bench and hauled herself up. Staring at herself in the mirror; black streaks of makeup down her cheeks and her hair in a complete mess. Misha wondered as she stood slowly and washed her face what that man saw in her to even risk his life to help her, she wasnt anything speacil, a university student and a club waitress. Drying her face, Misha saw she still had time to get ready for class and got into the shower, sheading her clothes along the way. The instant the hot water ran across her body she gave a content sigh and stood still. No, today she was going to try and find that man, see if he was alright.
She owed him.

[castiel]

Listening closely, Castiel tried to find, Misha, but he couldnt feel or hear her anywhere close. Did something happen to her already? Had he failed?
Castiel looked down at the vessle he was in; what would he do with it now? He couldnt keep it could he? He did like this vessle, and he didnt want to dissapoint the last owner of this body. Running a hand over his chest, Castiel felt some of the dried blood, but there was no wound and the hole in his clothes had been repaired.
Last night came back into his mind when his brother killed the man. Perhaps he deserved to be punished, but not killed, not that way.
Oh how the world is changing, more demons that what was possibly thought and a war that was surly not in their favour.
Walking slowly down the street, Castiel ignored some strange looks he got and proceeded until he felt a familiar tug, but this was a soft one.
She was alright. She was safe.
With a sigh Castiel glanced around and then when he was sure no one would see, he vanished on the spot, leaving behind the sound of fluttering wings.

Castiel looked around the room he was standing in. This was the house of Misha wasnt it? He could hear the running of water from a seperate room and went to check, opening the door silently but quickly closed it when he realised that she was in the shower. Looking around the room, Castiel began to look at photos and began to read a book on law, and then noticed another one on medicine. Law and Medicine..
Castiel had to reframe from feeling sadness or grief.
He missed her, more than what he was allowed to show.