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Jul. 10th, 2009 10:16 pmCharacter: Sam Winchester
Series: Supernatural
Character Age: 25
Counselor Job: Grief Counselor
Canon: Take any supernatural creature you’ve heard of (and quite a few you haven’t), throw in two brothers fighting them as a part of the family business, add in the Apocalypse and one of these brothers turning out to be the Antichrist, and you’ve got the amazing adventures of Dean and Sam Winchester. They do as much as they can to fight off the dark, scary, and evil creatures in the world.
Sam is the youngest of the duo, AKA the Antichrist in training who struggles with the monster he’s becoming. In tune with this, he was once the softer, dewy-eyed member of the pair, sympathetic and understanding one—pretty much your typical bleeding heart. But he’s since embraced the darker parts of being a hunter: shooting first, understanding who needs to die, and being more forceful when someone gets out of line. All his sympathetic notions aren’t gone, though—Sam wants to see the best in others while he still tries to see the best in himself, believing that there’s a potential gray area to all things. It doesn’t help, though, when he gets angry and struggles with his darker temperament, especially while bent on revenge that will help save a lot of people. But he tries, he really does. And can’t the Antichrist be a good guy in the end?
Sample Post:
This is going to sound a little strange, but hear me out: a little birdie told me you were here. Well, actually, it was a full-grown toucan. I know that’s the kind of thing people say to poke into your business, but I’m here to help. See, they brought me in as a specialist after a lot of bad things happened. And at the end of this, your fiancé, Stephan? Turned up dead. What you’re doing and what changes you’re experiencing are only understandable. You’ve closed yourself off, become so depressed that all you want to do is hurt several hundred possibly guilty people with a bunch of zombies in a summer camp. … Hey, how did you bring back so many zombies, Miss Sayre? There aren’t any gravestones around here or even a mausoleum—and from the description of Stephan Debussey, none of them look a thing like him. But I’m sure, with the two of us talking like this, you’ll help me understand.
You see, none of this was a good idea. I know the distress that comes from wanting to find who’s hurt you. You want revenge, and sometimes, it doesn’t even matter if the person you’re hurting is guilty. And the people you’ve got here? Maybe they aren’t helping their cases, even if they’re innocent. They avoid you all they can and they don’t come around to say “hello.” Have you thought that they might be a little afraid of the toxic pink surroundings? It might even just be that you’re not in the center of things, because there’s a strange draw there, weird vibes and a mojo I haven’t quite figured out, like it’s alive. Anyway … you’ve gotta see that these things aren’t signs of guilt. Torturing them, handcuffing them together, and trying to force the truth out of them? Isn’t gonna force a confession. I know you’re desperate. I’ve been there, alone after you’ve lost everyone you care about. You have to do anything you can to help the pain. Anything.
This all probably sounds a little like some kind of after school special for dealing with grief—or, umm, the opening chapter of those Chicken Soup for the Soul books. Not that I’ve read those myself. Still, I’m here to help you move past your grieving stage. You might not find the one responsible for Stephan’s death right away, or ever, but you should do something productive with this energy in a healthier outlet. Knitting or … what about surfing the internet? Hey, maybe you can check out a good singles’ chatroom and realize you aren’t so alone in the world. With time, and a few awkward private instant messages, you might be able to move on. Just remember not to use this as another outlet for your mission. That won’t help you.
You’re moving around down there, so I’ll take that as a sign that you like the sound of that. Once you move past your grief, I can get you out of there and change you back into who you really are. I’ve never heard of transformation resulting from sadness, but I’m prepared for anything in this line of work, and what you’ve been through was obviously pretty traumatic. I mean, not only have you turned into something out of Japanese lore, but you apparently think it would be easier if you started anew and had all the rest of the birds here call you Marcy. But if you ask me? With all that pink, you look more like a Britney.
56/2 (96.6%)
Series: Supernatural
Character Age: 25
Counselor Job: Grief Counselor
Canon: Take any supernatural creature you’ve heard of (and quite a few you haven’t), throw in two brothers fighting them as a part of the family business, add in the Apocalypse and one of these brothers turning out to be the Antichrist, and you’ve got the amazing adventures of Dean and Sam Winchester. They do as much as they can to fight off the dark, scary, and evil creatures in the world.
Sam is the youngest of the duo, AKA the Antichrist in training who struggles with the monster he’s becoming. In tune with this, he was once the softer, dewy-eyed member of the pair, sympathetic and understanding one—pretty much your typical bleeding heart. But he’s since embraced the darker parts of being a hunter: shooting first, understanding who needs to die, and being more forceful when someone gets out of line. All his sympathetic notions aren’t gone, though—Sam wants to see the best in others while he still tries to see the best in himself, believing that there’s a potential gray area to all things. It doesn’t help, though, when he gets angry and struggles with his darker temperament, especially while bent on revenge that will help save a lot of people. But he tries, he really does. And can’t the Antichrist be a good guy in the end?
Sample Post:
This is going to sound a little strange, but hear me out: a little birdie told me you were here. Well, actually, it was a full-grown toucan. I know that’s the kind of thing people say to poke into your business, but I’m here to help. See, they brought me in as a specialist after a lot of bad things happened. And at the end of this, your fiancé, Stephan? Turned up dead. What you’re doing and what changes you’re experiencing are only understandable. You’ve closed yourself off, become so depressed that all you want to do is hurt several hundred possibly guilty people with a bunch of zombies in a summer camp. … Hey, how did you bring back so many zombies, Miss Sayre? There aren’t any gravestones around here or even a mausoleum—and from the description of Stephan Debussey, none of them look a thing like him. But I’m sure, with the two of us talking like this, you’ll help me understand.
You see, none of this was a good idea. I know the distress that comes from wanting to find who’s hurt you. You want revenge, and sometimes, it doesn’t even matter if the person you’re hurting is guilty. And the people you’ve got here? Maybe they aren’t helping their cases, even if they’re innocent. They avoid you all they can and they don’t come around to say “hello.” Have you thought that they might be a little afraid of the toxic pink surroundings? It might even just be that you’re not in the center of things, because there’s a strange draw there, weird vibes and a mojo I haven’t quite figured out, like it’s alive. Anyway … you’ve gotta see that these things aren’t signs of guilt. Torturing them, handcuffing them together, and trying to force the truth out of them? Isn’t gonna force a confession. I know you’re desperate. I’ve been there, alone after you’ve lost everyone you care about. You have to do anything you can to help the pain. Anything.
This all probably sounds a little like some kind of after school special for dealing with grief—or, umm, the opening chapter of those Chicken Soup for the Soul books. Not that I’ve read those myself. Still, I’m here to help you move past your grieving stage. You might not find the one responsible for Stephan’s death right away, or ever, but you should do something productive with this energy in a healthier outlet. Knitting or … what about surfing the internet? Hey, maybe you can check out a good singles’ chatroom and realize you aren’t so alone in the world. With time, and a few awkward private instant messages, you might be able to move on. Just remember not to use this as another outlet for your mission. That won’t help you.
You’re moving around down there, so I’ll take that as a sign that you like the sound of that. Once you move past your grief, I can get you out of there and change you back into who you really are. I’ve never heard of transformation resulting from sadness, but I’m prepared for anything in this line of work, and what you’ve been through was obviously pretty traumatic. I mean, not only have you turned into something out of Japanese lore, but you apparently think it would be easier if you started anew and had all the rest of the birds here call you Marcy. But if you ask me? With all that pink, you look more like a Britney.
56/2 (96.6%)