Post by Sam Winchester on Jun 3, 2008 21:18:29 GMT -5
Basics:
Name: Samuel Winchester
Nicknames: Sam, Sammy (but only Dean can call him that)
Age: 23
Birthday: May 2, 1983
Gender: Male
Original/Cannon: Cannon
Category: Hunter/Special Child
Power: precognition; minor telekinesis
The Look:
Physical Stats: Stands at 6’4’’, with an athletic build toned from years of training. His hair, straight and chocolate brown, flares out at the sides and falls long enough to hang into dark, soulful eyes. He has gained several minor scars across his body from his years of demon fighting, but nothing that particularly stands out.
Celebrity: Jared Padalecki
Personality: Sensitive, amiable, intelligent, and caring, Sam has always been able to gain the trust and friendship of others quickly, so he was fairly popular growing up, even while living constantly on the move. Despite that, Sam’s multitude of secrets and personal tragedies leave him slow to open up to others, to the extent that even friends and loved ones he has known for years have no idea what he does with his life. Dean is the only one privileged to hear the majority of Sam’s thoughts, but his fears and feelings of guilt are often hidden even from his big brother, kept buried while they eat him away from the inside.
Though the more serious of the two brothers, Sam bears Dean’s teasing and practical jokes with good humor, and often manages to give as good as he gets. Of the pair, Sam is known to be the more open-minded and spiritual, having faith where Dean doubts, and being more likely to seek peaceful resolutions to any case, if possible. Even so, Sam isn’t naïve – his instincts of who to trust and who not to rarely deceive him.
History:
Six months to the day following Sam Winchester’s birth, his mother woke to discover an intruder in his bedroom. When the creature realized that it was had been found out, it murdered Mary and set the house aflame. John, Dean, and Sam barely managed to escape with their lives.
Sam grew up never knowing a real home, his family moving to a new house or motel room every few months. His father and brother were eternally protective of him, almost to the point of paranoia, but despite their care Sam always had the feeling of being an outsider – that there was some great secret that his family knew and refused to share.
School was Sam’s first real glimpse into the world outside of his tight-knit family, and he dove eagerly into all that it could offer him. His social and friendly nature earned him friends quickly, but every time Sam began to feel like he belonged, he was uprooted again, to facilitate John’s “salesman” job. School work, offering more stability than the ever-changing faces in each new town, began to consume most of Sam’s time, and from a young age his grades was always at the top of the board.
The older he became, and the more chances Sam had to look into the family lives of his friends, the more he began to realize that his own life was far from normal. He began to question his brother constantly about where their father really disappeared to for days, and what he did for a living. Dean’s answers became less satisfactory each time he said them.
Sam was eight years old when his desperation to learn the truth led him to John’s journal, where he discovered that monsters really did lurk in the shadows, and that one of them had killed his own mother. But the secret that had drawn Dean and John closer together only served to push Sam farther away. With no memories of Mary to drive him to hunt, his palpable fear of the supernatural far outweighed any abstract anger he might have had over her murder. He revolted against John’s lessons and hunting exercises, burying himself in his homework or school activities.
Relations between Sam and John became more strained as time went on, until nearly every conversation ended in a screaming match. Dean acted as a buffer between the pair, staving off the worst of their fights. Even so, everyday life for the trio became continually more difficult. In any other family Sam would have been the golden child, but in theirs he was the black sheep, and however much Sam loved his family, he could never shake his desire to just be normal. Just be safe.
When Sam was offered a full ride to Stanford following his senior year of high school, it seemed like he was finally being offered that chance. The fight over Sam’s departure to college was the most brutal the family had ever faced, and when Sam finally left it was under orders never to come back. For three years Sam lost touch with his family completely.
During that time he met and fell in love with Jessica Moore, and after living with her for nearly a year he found himself shopping for an engagement ring. Finally, he could start the kind of family he had always wished for…
And then the nightmares started. Every night it was the same thing – Jessica pinned to the ceiling, bleeding, dying, and then bursting into flames. Sam forced himself to ignore the dreams, thinking that they just had to be horrors left-over from his years of hunting, inspired by stress over his LSATs and an upcoming law-school interview, or the approach of one of his least favorite holidays.
It was on Halloween night that Sam saw Dean again for the first time in years, and found himself being pulled back into his brother’s world, his father’s world. The world of Hunters and things that murder in the night.
Dean had come to Sam for help finding John, who had disappeared without explanation on his most recent hunt. Despite Sam’s upcoming interview, he agreed to help Dean search for the weekend, but their search ended up revealing little about John’s whereabouts. Sam returned home, torn between wanting to help Dean on the possibly futile hunt, and loathing the idea of leaving the life he had made for any longer than he had to.
And then his nightmare came true. He found Jess dead, pinned to the ceiling, and as he stared up at her in horror, the house exploded in flame around him. Without Dean’s help, he wouldn’t have escaped the inferno alive.
From that moment Sam rejoined the hunt as he never had before. He and Dean set out together to find their father, the monster that had killed their mom and Jess, and kill as many evil sons of pregnant doges as they possibly could.
During their search, Sam began to have nightmares again – seemingly prophetic dreams that he eventually discovered to be psychic visions. And in one desperate moment, to save Dean’s life, another power revealed itself – telekinesis. Sam hasn’t managed to access his telekinesis since, though he’s never felt much compulsion to try. Despite how they’ve helped him, the revelation of these powers was dragging Sam further from “normal” than he had ever wanted to go.
And when he finally encountered the Yellow Eyed Demon who had taken Mary and Jessica’s lives, it revealed that it had plans for Sam and the other children like him, bringing to light the possibility dark destiny worse than anything Sam had feared.
The brothers discovered their father after months of searching, on the trail of the demon, and together the three gained possession of the Colt, a gun designed by Samuel Colt to be able to kill anything, even demons. Soon afterward, as Dean lay recovering from what should have been a fatal injury after an encounter with a demon, John mysteriously died, and the Colt disappeared.
Now, weaponless, aimless, and uncertain of their destinies, the brothers are left to discover how to continue on this decades-long battle alone. And a war is coming…
Family:
Father: John Winchester – deceased
Mother: Mary Winchester – deceased
Brother: Dean Winchester – 27 years old, Hunter
Likes/Dislikes:
+ Helping people
+ Justice, doing the right thing
+ His laptop
+ Caffeine
+ Chocolate chip cookies
+ Late night infomercials
- Blindly following orders
- Demons and evil creatures, particularly YED
- Being different or being seen as a freak.
- Anyone besides Dean calling him “Sammy”
- Halloween & Christmas
- Clowns
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ Research skills & general knowledge of mythology
+ Hand to hand fighting and skill with a gun
+ Understands Latin fairly well
+ Has memorized exorcism chants
+ Patient and sympathetic
+ Strong willed and determined
+ Open-minded, willing to see shades of gray
+ Skills at breaking and entering
+ Number of legit looking fake IDs, licenses, and other forms of identification
+ Psychic powers
- Dean
- Tries to save everyone, and guilt-trips hard when he fails
- Sometimes too willing to trust others and give second chances
- Shy and nervous at first around girls he’s attracted to
- When loved ones are hurt he becomes single-minded, tends to forget everything else in the name of revenge. (IE: Behavior in “Wendigo” after Jess & “Mystery Spot” after Dean)
Interests: The law, checking in on his college friends, researching new leads
Sample Post:
Sam groaned and leaned back in his chair, scrubbing his hands over his face in frustration. No matter who he called, where he looked, or how many ways he typed the terms he was looking for into a multitude of search engines, he still came up with nothing, nada, and zilch. It was four in the afternoon, and he had been in front of the computer since he and Dean had dragged themselves in from their hunt, just after dawn. At sundown they’d have to go out to face that thing again, and if Sam didn’t find anything to go off by then, they would end up more likely to be finished off by this… whatever it was than it would by them.
Blinking focus back into his bleary eyes, Sam snatched up the most recent of three Styrofoam coffee cups on the desk and put it to his lips, and frowned when he found it empty. Dean was out somewhere getting them refills and something that would stand in as lunch and dinner. Until he got back, Sam would just have to focus on staying conscious and thinking up increasingly more obscure sources to pour through.
Well, here was an occult site that had come in handy once or twice… Sam thought. They were all starting to look the same now. Search terms: black mist. Evil black mist that… ate people? Four people had fallen victim to it in the past night alone – swallowed whole, nothing left behind. If Sam hadn’t seen it for himself he wouldn’t have believed it.
Their first thought after catching sight of that thing had been that it was some sort of demon, but that just didn’t fit the MO. When demons clawed their way out of hell, their first step was to possess humans, and while some of the more powerful ones were still able to affect others while in their non-corporeal forms, nothing like this seemed to have ever been documented before. And, as much as Sam hated to admit it, not having had a wink of sleep in two days straight wasn’t helping his research along any.
The motel room’s door swung open, and Sam swiveled his chair gratefully.
“Dean, man, I’m gonna need about six more tons of caffeine before I’m able to get us any…” He trailed off when he caught sight of the figure, half-silhouetted, in the doorway. And it was most definitely not Dean.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Name: Samuel Winchester
Nicknames: Sam, Sammy (but only Dean can call him that)
Age: 23
Birthday: May 2, 1983
Gender: Male
Original/Cannon: Cannon
Category: Hunter/Special Child
Power: precognition; minor telekinesis
The Look:
Physical Stats: Stands at 6’4’’, with an athletic build toned from years of training. His hair, straight and chocolate brown, flares out at the sides and falls long enough to hang into dark, soulful eyes. He has gained several minor scars across his body from his years of demon fighting, but nothing that particularly stands out.
Celebrity: Jared Padalecki
Personality: Sensitive, amiable, intelligent, and caring, Sam has always been able to gain the trust and friendship of others quickly, so he was fairly popular growing up, even while living constantly on the move. Despite that, Sam’s multitude of secrets and personal tragedies leave him slow to open up to others, to the extent that even friends and loved ones he has known for years have no idea what he does with his life. Dean is the only one privileged to hear the majority of Sam’s thoughts, but his fears and feelings of guilt are often hidden even from his big brother, kept buried while they eat him away from the inside.
Though the more serious of the two brothers, Sam bears Dean’s teasing and practical jokes with good humor, and often manages to give as good as he gets. Of the pair, Sam is known to be the more open-minded and spiritual, having faith where Dean doubts, and being more likely to seek peaceful resolutions to any case, if possible. Even so, Sam isn’t naïve – his instincts of who to trust and who not to rarely deceive him.
History:
Six months to the day following Sam Winchester’s birth, his mother woke to discover an intruder in his bedroom. When the creature realized that it was had been found out, it murdered Mary and set the house aflame. John, Dean, and Sam barely managed to escape with their lives.
Sam grew up never knowing a real home, his family moving to a new house or motel room every few months. His father and brother were eternally protective of him, almost to the point of paranoia, but despite their care Sam always had the feeling of being an outsider – that there was some great secret that his family knew and refused to share.
School was Sam’s first real glimpse into the world outside of his tight-knit family, and he dove eagerly into all that it could offer him. His social and friendly nature earned him friends quickly, but every time Sam began to feel like he belonged, he was uprooted again, to facilitate John’s “salesman” job. School work, offering more stability than the ever-changing faces in each new town, began to consume most of Sam’s time, and from a young age his grades was always at the top of the board.
The older he became, and the more chances Sam had to look into the family lives of his friends, the more he began to realize that his own life was far from normal. He began to question his brother constantly about where their father really disappeared to for days, and what he did for a living. Dean’s answers became less satisfactory each time he said them.
Sam was eight years old when his desperation to learn the truth led him to John’s journal, where he discovered that monsters really did lurk in the shadows, and that one of them had killed his own mother. But the secret that had drawn Dean and John closer together only served to push Sam farther away. With no memories of Mary to drive him to hunt, his palpable fear of the supernatural far outweighed any abstract anger he might have had over her murder. He revolted against John’s lessons and hunting exercises, burying himself in his homework or school activities.
Relations between Sam and John became more strained as time went on, until nearly every conversation ended in a screaming match. Dean acted as a buffer between the pair, staving off the worst of their fights. Even so, everyday life for the trio became continually more difficult. In any other family Sam would have been the golden child, but in theirs he was the black sheep, and however much Sam loved his family, he could never shake his desire to just be normal. Just be safe.
When Sam was offered a full ride to Stanford following his senior year of high school, it seemed like he was finally being offered that chance. The fight over Sam’s departure to college was the most brutal the family had ever faced, and when Sam finally left it was under orders never to come back. For three years Sam lost touch with his family completely.
During that time he met and fell in love with Jessica Moore, and after living with her for nearly a year he found himself shopping for an engagement ring. Finally, he could start the kind of family he had always wished for…
And then the nightmares started. Every night it was the same thing – Jessica pinned to the ceiling, bleeding, dying, and then bursting into flames. Sam forced himself to ignore the dreams, thinking that they just had to be horrors left-over from his years of hunting, inspired by stress over his LSATs and an upcoming law-school interview, or the approach of one of his least favorite holidays.
It was on Halloween night that Sam saw Dean again for the first time in years, and found himself being pulled back into his brother’s world, his father’s world. The world of Hunters and things that murder in the night.
Dean had come to Sam for help finding John, who had disappeared without explanation on his most recent hunt. Despite Sam’s upcoming interview, he agreed to help Dean search for the weekend, but their search ended up revealing little about John’s whereabouts. Sam returned home, torn between wanting to help Dean on the possibly futile hunt, and loathing the idea of leaving the life he had made for any longer than he had to.
And then his nightmare came true. He found Jess dead, pinned to the ceiling, and as he stared up at her in horror, the house exploded in flame around him. Without Dean’s help, he wouldn’t have escaped the inferno alive.
From that moment Sam rejoined the hunt as he never had before. He and Dean set out together to find their father, the monster that had killed their mom and Jess, and kill as many evil sons of pregnant doges as they possibly could.
During their search, Sam began to have nightmares again – seemingly prophetic dreams that he eventually discovered to be psychic visions. And in one desperate moment, to save Dean’s life, another power revealed itself – telekinesis. Sam hasn’t managed to access his telekinesis since, though he’s never felt much compulsion to try. Despite how they’ve helped him, the revelation of these powers was dragging Sam further from “normal” than he had ever wanted to go.
And when he finally encountered the Yellow Eyed Demon who had taken Mary and Jessica’s lives, it revealed that it had plans for Sam and the other children like him, bringing to light the possibility dark destiny worse than anything Sam had feared.
The brothers discovered their father after months of searching, on the trail of the demon, and together the three gained possession of the Colt, a gun designed by Samuel Colt to be able to kill anything, even demons. Soon afterward, as Dean lay recovering from what should have been a fatal injury after an encounter with a demon, John mysteriously died, and the Colt disappeared.
Now, weaponless, aimless, and uncertain of their destinies, the brothers are left to discover how to continue on this decades-long battle alone. And a war is coming…
Family:
Father: John Winchester – deceased
Mother: Mary Winchester – deceased
Brother: Dean Winchester – 27 years old, Hunter
Likes/Dislikes:
+ Helping people
+ Justice, doing the right thing
+ His laptop
+ Caffeine
+ Chocolate chip cookies
+ Late night infomercials
- Blindly following orders
- Demons and evil creatures, particularly YED
- Being different or being seen as a freak.
- Anyone besides Dean calling him “Sammy”
- Halloween & Christmas
- Clowns
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ Research skills & general knowledge of mythology
+ Hand to hand fighting and skill with a gun
+ Understands Latin fairly well
+ Has memorized exorcism chants
+ Patient and sympathetic
+ Strong willed and determined
+ Open-minded, willing to see shades of gray
+ Skills at breaking and entering
+ Number of legit looking fake IDs, licenses, and other forms of identification
+ Psychic powers
- Dean
- Tries to save everyone, and guilt-trips hard when he fails
- Sometimes too willing to trust others and give second chances
- Shy and nervous at first around girls he’s attracted to
- When loved ones are hurt he becomes single-minded, tends to forget everything else in the name of revenge. (IE: Behavior in “Wendigo” after Jess & “Mystery Spot” after Dean)
Interests: The law, checking in on his college friends, researching new leads
Sample Post:
Sam groaned and leaned back in his chair, scrubbing his hands over his face in frustration. No matter who he called, where he looked, or how many ways he typed the terms he was looking for into a multitude of search engines, he still came up with nothing, nada, and zilch. It was four in the afternoon, and he had been in front of the computer since he and Dean had dragged themselves in from their hunt, just after dawn. At sundown they’d have to go out to face that thing again, and if Sam didn’t find anything to go off by then, they would end up more likely to be finished off by this… whatever it was than it would by them.
Blinking focus back into his bleary eyes, Sam snatched up the most recent of three Styrofoam coffee cups on the desk and put it to his lips, and frowned when he found it empty. Dean was out somewhere getting them refills and something that would stand in as lunch and dinner. Until he got back, Sam would just have to focus on staying conscious and thinking up increasingly more obscure sources to pour through.
Well, here was an occult site that had come in handy once or twice… Sam thought. They were all starting to look the same now. Search terms: black mist. Evil black mist that… ate people? Four people had fallen victim to it in the past night alone – swallowed whole, nothing left behind. If Sam hadn’t seen it for himself he wouldn’t have believed it.
Their first thought after catching sight of that thing had been that it was some sort of demon, but that just didn’t fit the MO. When demons clawed their way out of hell, their first step was to possess humans, and while some of the more powerful ones were still able to affect others while in their non-corporeal forms, nothing like this seemed to have ever been documented before. And, as much as Sam hated to admit it, not having had a wink of sleep in two days straight wasn’t helping his research along any.
The motel room’s door swung open, and Sam swiveled his chair gratefully.
“Dean, man, I’m gonna need about six more tons of caffeine before I’m able to get us any…” He trailed off when he caught sight of the figure, half-silhouetted, in the doorway. And it was most definitely not Dean.
“What the hell are you doing here?”