Christine Owen

[Christine Owen]

CHRISTINE OWEN

Fallen angel ripped and bruised think on better days. Life is rude treats you bad, tears your wings away. Raise your eyes to star and sky, believe in fly aways. Take your dreams, your broken schemes and sweep the past away.


Everynight I say a Prayer
<<< ...in the hope there is a Heaven>>>
~~ w h o a r e y o u ~~

Full name; Christine Lillian Owen
Nicknames; Christianne(angel name) Lily(mother) Diamond Eyes(Lucifer)
Age; My human vessel appears in her 20's. As for angelic age I was around when Lucifer was still an archangel in Heaven
Gender; Female
Sexual orientation; Heterosexual
Allegiance;Gabriel(although being forced to serve Lucifer)
Face claim; Emmy Rossum

Every day I'm more confused
<<< ...as the Saints turn into Sinners>>>
~~ d i g g i n g d e e p e r ~~

Height; 5 ft 6
Weight; 130 pounds
Tattoos/Piercings/special marks; I have a birthmark on the back of my neck in the shape of a star
Likes; singing, dancing, being outside, going to the theatre, helping others, poetry, reading, horses, flowers, dogs
Dislikes; vain people, any kind of argument or confrontation, unhealthy food, people without morals, violence of any kind, the sight of blood, snakes, the dark, fire, loud noises
Hopes; that I can have my family back, that there will be peace on Earth and in Heaven, that Lucifer sees the error of his ways, that Gabriel regains Heaven with Castiel by his side, that my son has a future
Fears; that I will never see Castiel again, that my son will be a soldier to Lucifer, that I shall be Lucifer's queen for all eternity, that Lucifer shall kill Gabriel, that Heaven shall die
Habits; whistling when I am nervous, placing others before me, too curious for my own good
Special skills/Powers/Abilities;

Can heal- this is a basic power for all angels. I am still trying to master this power as was human for some time. I can do basic healings though for physical things.

Can teleport- Unlike humans I do not require a vehicle such as a car to get around. All I have to do is think where I wish to go and I can go there. How do I do it? I just do. One of the mysteries of being an angel

Angelic Possession- Like a demon I can possess a human. However there is a catch and that is I must receive consent from a human to do so. Unfortunately being an angel I am quite powerful and it can overwhelming to some humans.

Immunity- Tthis basically means that I have a high tolerance for pain. Anotherwards if you want to physically hurt me it takes FAR more than it would for a mortal. However I do have a human vessel so its not impossible. Unlike mortals I am also not affected by diseases

Telekenesis- Basically what I can do is use my mind to pick up objects or to toss them across a room. I can also pin a human or non-human against a wall. It is a nice defense when needed. And it works on both mortals and immortals

Telepathy- Unlike mortals where they need to speak with their lips I can do so with my mind. This means that I can have a telepathic link to anyone I choose and can communicate with them even if they are not in the same room with me

True angel form- Basically what this means is that my true angelic form is very powerful and too overwhelming to most mortals. My pure angelic power can destroy humans, demons and even other angels


Style preference; Christine's vessel stands 5 ft 6 and has long brown hair and brown eyes. She either wears her hair straight or sometimes curly. Depending on the ocassion she can either wear it up or simply long. When it comes to clothing she likes to wear light colors and sometimes things with patterns such as flowers. Christine is quite comfortable in blue jeans. She really does love dresses and secretly longs for things such as gowns and jewelry.

All the Heroes and Legends I knew as a child
<<< ...have fallen to idols of clay>>>
~~ w h e r e d o y o u c o m e f r o m ~~

Hometown; Heaven(angel) Carthage, Missouri(human)
Mother; Katherine Miller(human/deceased))
Father; Jonathan Owen(human/deceased) God(angelic)
Siblings; Madeline(human/deceased) her angelic brothers and sisters
Others;Theliel(son)
Current location; Morningstar City
History;Christianne was an angel who would often observe humans on earth and did not understand why so many of her brothers and sisters wished for them to be destroyed. It was true in that humans were different than angels but she found it fascinating that God could create something that unlike angels displayed emotion. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to experience such a thing and secretly wished that she could be a guardian angel to one. When the archangels began speaking about bringing about the apocalypse to end mankind she couldn’t help but openly protest it. She argued that the angels should not be jealous of the humans and that perhaps they could learn from another. In trying to be the voice of reason she was angrily opposed and her grace was ripped from her against her will and she was tossed from heaven onto the earth. As punishment for her opposition to the angels she was reborn as a human where her angelic self would remain trapped. The human would have no memories of being an angel but would retain a special mark upon her. Her name was also changed from her angelic Christianne to simply Christine.

When Christine was born her parents somehow knew that she was a special child and treated her as such. They were a very religious family and believed the mark that their daughter had made her some kind of special child of God or something. They were determined that Christine would be sheltered from the evils of the world as much as possible. As a child she was homeschooled by some of the best tutors and was allowed to go outdoors but had to remain near the house. Her parents made certain that she had things to play with but when it came to friends she had very few and only those that her parents approved of. Her mother in particular was just afraid for her daughter and did not wish for her to be around anyone that might corrupt her. When Christine was just a little girl she had a singing voice which her mother claimed was indeed that of an angel. Her mother made certain that her daughter learned all about the bible and Christianity along with high morals. As a little girl Christine would often talk to someone that wasn’t there but her parents only assumed it was some kind of imaginary friend.

As a teenager Christine began to hear voices in her head and also start to see strange visions that she could not understand. She would see things having to do with battles and fire. At times she would also see future events involving people that she knew but she kept all of these things to herself for fear that she would be ridiculed. She had also been raised that such a thing was considered a sign of the devil and was afraid for her soul. And so she kept the voices and visions to herself as well as her journal. When Christine rarely left the house with her parents she felt completely out of place with other girls her age. The only place that she did not feel as much that way was when she attended church. Her mother rarely left her out of her sight which made Christine particularly uncomfortable when it came to being around others. Whenever she would question her mother about why she was so protective she would merely receive the answer that Christine was a special child. Christine would often sing at church and home gatherings and it was said that her singing could enchant anyone. However Christine began to wonder if it was a blessing or a curse because of the voices in her head and the visions. However singing was her first love and in her mind she would sing to God.

Even though Christine was raised in a sheltered environment she was not really unhappy as she had everything provided for her that she could ever want. She had a loving family and even a cute little baby sister to look after along with a pet dog. She still had the voices and visions but simply tried to shut them out. Then came the day that changed everything. She was rocking her baby sister to sleep and singing her a lullaby when she heard what sounded like a huge crack of thunder followed by her mother bursting into the room. She told Christine that the day that her mother had feared was here and that she needed to get her daughter to safety. Not understanding what her mother meant Christine protested but was placed into a secret trapdoor that was under the floor. Christine could only hear the sound of gunfire and explosions as she cowered on the floor and trembled. When the noises ceased she slowly emerged from the cellar and found that her entire home had been destroyed. As she wandered about she came upon the dead bodies of her parents and her younger sister. When she headed further out she found that whatever had destroyed her home and also done so to many other places in Carthage. One thing she did know was that this was not some kind of natural occurrence.

She was eventually found first by Gabriel while he was seeking out fallen angels and then Castiel. Castiel restored her grace which in turn made her remember that she was an angel. For some reason she instantly fell in love with Castiel but had not reckoned with Lucifer who still had feelings for her when they had been in Heaven. He tried to get Christine by threatening harm to Castiel but it was thwarted. Castiel and Christine were married and also blessed with a son named Theliel. She was overjoyed when Gabriel founded the royal court in Heaven and appointed Castiel to it. It seemed that things were now changing for the better and that peace would be at hand. However all of that changed five years later when Lucifer suddenly appeared having escaped from his cage in Hell and once again rekindling The Apocalypse. Christine and Castiel went into hiding along with their son. Castiel had said it was best because of what Lucifer might do to Christine or their son. Being important to Gabriel, Castiel did not hesitate to follow him into battle. However now she has learned that both Castiel and Gabriel have been captured by Lucifer and are both prisoners. She is preparing to visit Lucifer and offer a proposal in exchange for their lives.

And I feel this empty place inside
<<< ...so afraid that I've lost my Faith>>>
~~ w h e r e a r e y o u g o i n g ~~

Your name; Christine
Your age; 30+
Role Playing experience; 7 years
Contact; PM. email: [e-mail] YIM: trickster_gabe
Role Play sample; The past year had seemed like a blur to Christine Owen. She couldn’t believe it had been a year since she had lost her parents. When she had learned that the world could indeed be cruel and full of evil. Her parents had done their best to protect her from that and in the end had paid with their lives. She had always felt safe at her home and never had reason to fear anything or anyone. The reason for this was because she never watched television but would prefer to read a book instead. One might say that she was pretty much cut out from the perils of the outside world but that was not necessarily a bad thing. Then again maybe if she had been able to know about the omens and signs that had been showing up in the previous months then perhaps she would have been able to do something. But how would she have been able to stop the terrible power that had taken over Carthage and then destroyed her home. It had been a year and she still didn’t know what had killed her parents. And it wasn’t as if she could go around asking others either.

Whatever power had nearly wiped Carthage off the map had also taken away her allies. She was practically alone on the street except for her pet dog. However she was anything but helpless because of how her mother had taught her to take care of herself. When it came to clothing she would often find rags or material in fabric or resale dumpsters and use it to make some. Also there some people that she met during that year that had taken pity on her and just gave her some. Wherever she went she appeared to spread some sunshine to others. She lived on the streets and earned what little money she had through her singing on corners or in front of buildings. Everyone told her that when she sang it was the voice of an angel. Even though Christine was poor she never seemed to go without. She always had a place to sleep, food and water. And when she traveled she would often do so on freight trains in box cars. There were times when she would be alone and times when she would not. Well with her pet beagle she was never truly alone anyway.

But on this particular day she had returned to the desolate area in Carthage that had once been a thriving city. It was hard to believe that at one time it had been thriving with people and activity. Now it was like a ghost town with only a select number of citizens remaining. It truly did look as if some powerful hand had just swiped across it. At this particular time of the year it seemed colder than usual which is why she was wearing a tattered hooded cloak that she had made. Why had the climate suddenly changed? Did it have something to do with the power that had nearly taken out Carthage? Making her way to the local cemetery with her pet beagle at her heels she carried a small bouquet of wild flowers. She then walked with slow and steady steps until she reached two particular graves and then placed the flowers between them. Carefully bending down she kneeled before them. Those who had survived the tragedy of what happened in Carthage had helped to bury the dead with makeshift tombstones.

“Hello mother…father. I’m….I’m here. It’s been a year and….I miss you more than ever. I feel…so lost without you. But…there are times…when I feel that you are around me. I….I just wish I knew….why you have been taken from me. And…why I must now walk this path alone.” Tears filled her eyes and then slowly ran down her cheeks. “I know you said….that angels were always watching over me. But if they are…why are they allowing this suffering? These….terrible things that have happened? How could God allow such a thing?” She sighed. “I know you always taught me….to never question but….” She allowed her head to fall forward. “I feel….as if I am starting to lose faith.” Her hand then went to the cross that was dangling from her neck. She then closed her eyes and began to sing her mother’s favorite hymn. Soon the entire cemetery was emanating with the notes of her sorrowful but powerful singing voice.

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