Bio skelly:

NAME

AGE:

APPEARANCE:

PERSONALLITY:

DEION:

OTHER DETAILS:

Name: Sumnor Pegagnyx

Age: 23567

Appearance:

Personallity: Sumnor is a dangerous person to wrong, and he takes out his aggression with extreme violence and holds not a single prejudice, he will kill anyone and anything without a seond thought.

Deion: The picture and personallity are enough.

Other Details: None.

 

 

 

Name

 

 {Dean Winchester}

 

Age

 

 {26}

 

Gender

 

 {Male}

 

Looks

 

 {Above}

 

Species

 

 {Human}

 

Crush

 

 {None}

 

Other

 

{He's a hunter, and is Michael's Va.ssal}

 

 

Name

 

 {Sam Winchester}

Age

 

{22}

Gender

 

 {Male}

Looks

 

 {Above}

Species

 

 {Human}

Crush

 

 {None}

Other

 

{He is a hunter, and is Lucifer's Va.ssal} 

 

 

 

Name

 

{Michael} 

 

Age

 

{Unknown} 

 

Gender

 

{Male} 

 

Looks

 

{Above} 

 

Species

 

 {Archangel}

 

Crush

 

{None, he's an Angel} 

 

Other

 

{Lucifer is his younger brother, and God is their Father} 

  

 

 

 Name:

 {Castiel} 

 

Gender:

{Male} 

Age: 

{Unknown} 

 Species:

{Angel} 

Personality:

{Castiel was a good little soldier gone bad. He always followed orders, until he came to Earth. He started listening to Dean's voice of reason, and started having doubts about Heaven's motives.} 

Crush:

{None} 

Boyfriend/Girlfriend:

{None} 

 History:

{Didn't want to tell me, and I didn't want to press the issue.} 

 Looks:

{Above} 

 Other:

{None}

 

 

 

Name:

{Azazel} 

Gender:

{Male} 

Age: 

{Unknown} 

 Species:

{Demon} 

Personality:

{Azazel's a demon, so his personality reflects that. Being one of the only Yellow-Eyed Demons, Azazel carries his name in pride and sarcasm.} 

Crush:

{None} 

Boyfriend/Girlfriend:

{None} 

 History:

{Didn't want to tell me, and I didn't want to press the issue} 

 Looks:

{Above} 

 

 Other: 

{He's the one who gave Sam Demon blood in the first place}

 

 

 Name:

{Lucifer} 

Gender:

{Male} 

Age: 

{Unknown} 

 Species:

{Fallen Angel} 

Personality:

{Well, he's the Devil} 

Crush:

{None} 

Boyfriend/Girlfriend:

{None} 

 History:

{Was cast down into Hell by his father God.} 

 Looks:

  {Above} 

 Other:

{None} 

Sumnor was marching through the streets, his crimson eyes catching the attention of many p*censored*ers by, he ignored the frightened glances and stormed through the busy streets, looking for something to vent his rage on, humans wouldn't do it, their frame was too weak and meager, he needed something bigger, something... stronger, much stronger, and bigger, he veered around a corner before stopping at a scent, he followed it into the woods until he came face to face with a demon, who instantly grabbed him around the rib cage and hurled him into the nearest tree, Sumnor's biotic abilities unearthing and shattering it, Sumnor landing on his feet.

As Sumnor glared at the demon, his hands began to glow blue, an odd colour for a red-eyed demon, yes, but the biotic implants the humans that had captured him had put in him had came in usefull ever since... after butchering them all and drinking their blood of course, "You gonna give me a name so I know who I'm killin'?" "You think you're gonna kill me boy? I've seen your kind, demons that let their rage control them, I tracked you, before luring you in, you're weak, along with the rest of your pathetic kind."  Sumnor snarled, the blue light engulfing his entire body, the demon could still see him, but everything was tinted in that blue glow, "Rage... feeds my implants, makes me stronger, you really didn't want to do that..." "You're a human puppet, nothing more..."  "Keep thinking that for the last few minutes of your life." With that last sentence, Sumnor yelled the word life, blasting a wave of pure biotic energy into the ground at his feet, sending chunks of soil that must have weighed nearly a tonne flying into the face of the demon.

The wall hit a barrier, falling to the floor. Behind the barrier, Azazel laughed.

"Sumnor, you can't kill this one." He tsked, snapping his fingers as the blue light went out. Azazel circled him, studying his frame.

"Nice meat suit, where'd you get it?" He taunted, dusting stray soil off of his clothes. "You're pretty strong for a Red-Eyed, but hell, not stronger than me. Plus, I heard you let the meat suits toy with you. Did you like that? I bet you did." 

((Sorry. I live in NY, and get out of school at 2:00 Res time.))

Lucifer only laughed, the wound healing quickly. "Of course I did, silly. You think a human could do that to you? Those were Demns." 

Lucifer easily blocked the hits, striking with a few well placed ones of his own.

"See, being the Devil and all, most people think I'm a liar. It's actually quite the opposite, same with the heat thing. I don't burn blazing hot, but ice cold. I never tell anything but the truth, I don't have a reason to lie." 

Lucifer ducked, the kick missing.

"You're not going the a horsemen yet. YET. God, I hate Demons like you. You'll probably be war himself, just not yet."

"I mean Demons that so... Full of themselves." Lucifer replied. "You are Due to be War, Sumnor. You will be."