forum Supernatural RP Reboot (OPEN - PLEASE JOIN)
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Name: Bastian “Baz” Adler
Age: 21 years when he died.
Gender: Male
Species: Ghost.
Powers/Abilities: As a ghost, Baz has the ability to teleport to different locations and even slip through certain solids though it takes a lot of his energy.
Appearance: Messier, darker hair that is a mix of curls. Hazel eyes. He completely forgets to take care of it at times and he’s forgotten to cut it, so he can tuck some of the stray pieces behind his ears. More of a tanned skin tone, though it has a faint pale, translucent quality. 5’10, lean/lanky build, his arms are strong from piloting. Four different holes across his chest from where bullets entered, and multiple other ones across his legs and shoulders. Several scars and a limp in his right leg due to shrapnel. Odd, white splotches across his back (He’s guessing that it’s from some sort of gas leak)
Clothing: Beat up and slightly ripped piloting vest, though he doesn’t know what to replace it with. Dark jeans/cargo pants and a simple band shirt. Beat up converse that he found in some thrift store. Has some bandages on his hands and arms as well.
Personality: Usually quieter and more observant when first met. Can be a bit hostile and keeps to himself, though he doesn't open up very quickly. Politer to those he doesn't know very well. Doesn’t take great care of himself. Laid back and makes sarcastic or very thought out comments. Once he does open up, he jokes around to hide insecurities and is usually charismatic. Attempts to flirt. Very protective of the ones he loves.
Background: Baz had grown up in London, where his parents had been doctors in the different medical facilities strewn across the city. He soon became one of the pilot’s for the English air force during World War II. (He had begun his war efforts by helping the English army with communications, though soon he was drafted into the battlefield) His plane had been shot down over France, and he died in one of the smaller, hillside villages in the country from several bullet wounds in 1942. His close friend, Finley, had been his copilot, though their body was never found. Since then, he’s been figuring out modern day life in his ghost form with the help of a godly friend.
Other: An English accent, will sometimes tap out something in morse code on a surface due to his training in a communications depot. Tends to smoke cigarettes. Won't go by Bastian at all.

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(Baz will think Meun is literally amazing. And I love any sleep/dream gods lmao.)

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Al finished his next drink, scanning the bar. He focused back on his next Scotch.

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(Ummm… at this point my main move is just to throw Satan at it but that's too generic and we need something good.)

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(These people who study/track/kill/relocate/save/help/interact with the supernatural who call themselves Shepherds?)

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(In the universe I use them in, Shephards have crazy skills to deal with various glaringly superhuman threats, like well-developed minds and bodies, mastery of strategy, improvisation, tactics, diplomacy, leadership, business, tracking, various fields of science and history, boxing, ninjutsu, medicine, pro-swimming and parkour among others. But I assume if we're going to use them we'd tone it down.)

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A large van pulled in the lot. It was all black with a large, complex, runic or glyphic seal contained inside a circle and painted in white on the side. Some guys in long, dark, ominous trenchcoats filed out.
"What do you guys suppose they're here for?" Al asked.

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Meun looked up, his eyes widening a bit at the sight of them. "Oh dear…it appears I should be taking my leave," he said quickly before grabbing his drink and chugging it before getting up

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Meun got up to walk towards the door, but found that it was being blocked by the strange people filtering in. "E-Excuse me," he mumbled as he attempted to get by

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"Sounds about right." Al said.
The room began to dull down considerably. They could probably fill about three booths.
"These guys wouldn't happen to be a local company would they?" Al said. "I haven't been in town too long so."

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Meun felt his heart begin to race as he found himself unable to get through the waves of people. He decided to go back to the counter, sitting there anxiously as he struggled to hide himself