. Euen Broehain Cormag .

[Karl]

let's go over the BASICS

Full Registered Name: Euen Broehain Cormag
Age: twenty-two years
Gender: male
Faceclaim: Misha Collins
Birth Rank: Commoner
Birth Form: White-breasted Nuthatch

Height: 1.8” (shoulder)
Weight: 0.06 lbs
Abnormal Marking: None


hey let's talk about your FAMILY

Mother -
Full Name: Melinda Mary Cormag
Birth Rank: Commoner
Birth Form Category: Rodent (Commoner)
Career: Merchant, Selling own wares

Father -
Full Name: David Alexander Cormag
Birth Rank: Commoner
Birth Form Category: Avian (Commoner)
Career: Farmhand, Stable hand

now, now, more about YOU

Strengths:

+ Extremely Intelligent
+ Skilled in both armed and unarmed combat, specifically blades
+ Stealthy and agile
+ Survivalist
+ High pain threshold
+ Hard working

Weaknesses:

- Trusts too easily
- High pain threshold
- Voice opinions even when not asked
- Impatient at times
- Overprotective
- Terrible sense of humor

Personality:

Euen is a relatively friendly soul, getting along with mostly everyone and, in turn, most get along with him. Upon first meeting him, Euen comes off as a decent person, concerned for others and willing to help out when asked. He also seems to be somewhat of a loner, one who likes to go off on his own and spend time hunting in and hiking through the wilderness outside of civilization. Once you get to know him better, though, it can be seen that he cares for every one, no matter who they are or how they treat him and trusts almost everyone completely. He still has moments where he'd prefer to be alone, but this is because he prefers to keep his problems to himself and not hinder those around him with his "trivial" problems.

Despite the trouble it gets him into and the damage it does to his pride, Euen trusts way too easily, even if he's only known someone for a short period of time. It isn't clear why he trusts people without a thought, maybe because he believes everyone is inherently good and knows better to stab another in the back for no real reason, but Euen also doesn't seem to have learned not to trust easily, as if he's too stubborn to believe people aren't trustworthy. Another aspect of his personality that certainly seems to get him into a bit of trouble is his openness to express his opinion, usually where it's needed but often times when he really should keep his mouth shut.

Once Euen is close to someone or finds someone who is worth looking after, he can get a tad overprotective, which can work sort of like his over-willingness to trust others, allowing those he cares for to stab him in the back without him even noticing. Yet, despite these flaws and his continuous reminder that he really shouldn't trust people so readily, he is still rather pleasant and easy to hold a conversation with, especially if the conversation is enjoyable.

Appearance:

Euen is average in height and stature for his age, around six feet in height and muscular, but not overly so. His hair is a brown, with both highlights and lowlights, and is normally in a neat disarray atop his head. His eyes, which are framed in a thin set of dark eyelashes, are a deep and crystalline blue, eyes that seem to be looking through you and into your soul. Normally, there is a bit of scruff on his face, never longer than a couple centimeters. His dress is normally uneventful and neutral in color, typically that allows him to shift without problem. If the weather is warm or, at least, clear, he can be seen in a simple short-sleeved top, pants, and work boots. When the weather is less pleasant or cold, his shirt is normally long-sleeved, his pants are made of a thicker material, work boots, and a jacket of sorts to keep the cold from leeching into his bones.

History:

- Born during the winter in his parents home, his father didn't think he'd make it through the rest of the winter due to his frailty.
- Recovered from the winter and grew into a very tough child.
- First able to shift at five years of age.
- Taught the trade of owning a shop and selling items as well as how to tend for animals and work on a farm by not parents.
- His mother also made sure he was a knowledgable child and gave him different lessons each day while his father taught him how to care for injuries on himself and others.
- Father died while out hunting when he was fifteen years old, affected both Euen and his mother, but both were able to struggle through it.
- Taught himself how to hunt and worked with a friend of his father to learn how to hold his own in combat with and without weapons.
- Mother died when he was twenty years old from illness, her store was taken over by a close friend of hers while Euen pursued his own goals.
- Currently hoping to become either a craftsman or an armed guard.

end it with the WRITER

Your Name: Karl or Karlface
Who Told You About ST?: Jonsie
Role Playing For How Long?: Oh, I'd say something close to eight years or so.
Activity Level: I get on about every other day.
Role Play Sample:

It'd been a week since he'd performed the ritual and summoned the all powerful celestial being to the basement of a law firm in London. The meeting had gone rather swimmingly, both laying out what it was they wanted to accomplish and what the other would be willing to do to acquire the assistance being asked for. The specific tasks Jim had requested from the Arch Angel was to burn Sherlock's heart out in any way that seemed fit to the man, other than literally setting fire to the rhythmic beating organ and letting him die from that. No, it had to be something dramatic, something that would be made into a fairy tale in the papers of London, possibly something reminiscent of an old fairy tale title. Yet, for the fallen Angel to accept such a demand, Jim had offer his own share. Luckily, he'd come prepared and had done a great bit of research on the topic of the Apocalypse as described by the Bible and other religious fanatics information, which was why he was able to offer helping the Devil bring forth War, a Horseman of the Apocalypse. Of course, it would have been expected that Lucifer took advantage of the consulting criminal and pretty much make him his pet, seeing as now Jim Moriarty had been told to find the rituals and sacrifices for all the Horsemen: Pestilence, War, Death, and Famine. But, even despite that, James cared very little about becoming a human pawn to the Devil and quite enjoyed the prospect of what the Arch Angel could think up for the dear Sherlock Holmes and his pet, John Watson.

Now, back to the subject of Lucifer and the Horsemen. Jim had, as mentioned to the Devil, found a perfect place for War to be brought up from, especially since this Horseman didn't require a specific location for the ritual to work. The location in question was a little place, a market town in West Sussex, known as Arundel. It was a quaint town and very little knows came out of it and anything that did was good news. Another qualification was that everyone was pretty friendly in Arundel, all friends with one another and never really terrible arguments and disagreements to be accounted for. All in all, a perfect place for War to come about. And, as it were, in the past week, the Napoleon of Crime had finished setting things up and had people waiting for an order to start the chaos that would spark the main part of the summoning ritual for the Horseman of War. All he had to do now in regards to the quaint town would be to ask when Lucifer wanted the ritual to be started. As for the other three, research was still being done, though there was more information on them than a week previous, especially on Death. Jim had a location and a ritual for the Pale Horseman, which was the same as when Lucifer brought him back the first time, even though this particular Horseman had outlived his companions during the prep for the Apocalypse right after Lucifer was freed from the cage. Despite that, though, the ritual Jim had found was actually for binding Death to Lucifer and make the Horseman do as was commanded of him. The last two, Pestilence and Famine, weren't all that picky when it came to where they were brought up from, but they did require specific sacrifices before they were able to walk the earth once more. Moriarty had people working on that currently, getting closer and closer to the full details with each passing day.

At the moment, while imagining what the Devil could have thought up for the flatmates, Jim sat in a small cafe, no one but he and a few other people occupied the booths and small tables set out. Despite the size and location of the establishment, it was a very high-end one in London, mainly because Jim indirectly owned it. But, no one would ever be able to track it back to him, there were too many hoops to jump to even get a whiff of where James Moriarty came into the story. The reason he owned it was so he could sit and think and not be bothered by others he didn't want anything to do with, the ordinary people stalking the street like a sickness. It was also a perfect location to meet with people face to face without sparking much suspicion.

As for why he was there at the moment, with a steaming cup of tea with a splash cream and two sugars, was for the express reason: to meet with someone. Of course, he hadn't contacted said someone and wouldn't until he knew exactly how to go about doing it. He'd never been religious and had barely allowed a thought to be wasted on the subject or anything pertaining to it, so when Lucifer had told him the best way to contact the Angel would be to pray to him, Jim was a tad skeptical in his abilities to do such a thing. Though, he figured it couldn't be much different than calling someone and leaving a message for them on the machine. His fingers were steepled before his face, eyes unfocused and glazed as he thought, mind whirling about multiple different things at once while at the forefront of his thoughts was contacting Satan. After sitting for a minute or so more in that position, he closed his eyes and leaned back in the small cushioned chair. There was only one way to find out how his praying worked and that was to actually pray to the Devil. A bit of a smirk played about his lips as the thought came to mind. Before sending a message to the Angel, he cleared his mind and then projected his prayer into the emptiness that was his mind.

'Lucifer, I'd like to meet with you and go over what either of us have gathered in the past week. You know, short of like a check in. Wouldn't mind knowing if you've come up with in the burning of Sherlock. And I, myself, have some interesting news to share with you. I assume you know where I am, so I'll be waiting.'

Right as the prayer was finished, Jim's eyes snapped open, looking about him to make sure everything was in order before the Arch Angel decided to show up. He came to the conclusion, though, as he cast his eyes about, that he didn't much care whether Lucifer found the cafe to be of his liking or not, that wasn't what they'd be discussing one he arrived. And, sure, Jim had done as he was told and didn't bother using holy oils or enochian sigils or other forms of angelic items to trap the Arch Angel here but that hadn't stopped the consulting criminal from looking into items that could actually harm and kill an angel. He'd done a bit of digging before summoning the Devil, but had come across very little. After their encounter and dealings, Moriarty had done some more digging and came across a specific celestial artifact know to be lethal to any and all angels: the Angel Blades. Rare items and extremely hard to come by, but that didn't apply to Jim, not when he had all the tendrils he needed to get whatever he wanted for whatever the price. And, so, after some dealing and removal of useless people from the Earth, James Moriarty had gotten his hands on an Angel Blade. It was a fantastic looking weapon, strange shape and weight to be called a blade but still the perfect weapon. The silver gleamed with a holy light, shimmering and reflecting any form of light and no matter how dull the light source. And that said blade was tucked away beside him, hidden in the side of the chair he stood and impossible to notice unless you were Jim Moriarty.

So, when Lucifer did show up, the Angel would think he was the superior being and had nothing to worry about, what with Jim being a lowly human. Jim would act the fool and make no motion that he had the Blade. That is, unless Lucifer went against what was being asked by the consulting criminal, then Jim would have the upper hand, something to hang above the Devil's head as a warning. A reptilian grin came to his lips as he lounged in his chair, hands folded in his lap and legs crossed as he waited for the fallen Arch Angel to appear.