Robin Winchester | Caribbean Vampire

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✧ Driven
✧ Honest
✧ Protective


Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ "Carries the weight of the world on her shoulders"
✦ Stoic
✦ Disconnected
✦ Violent

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Parents: Sam Winchester &a Emma Jameson
Siblings: Peyton Winchester & Tyler Warren (Alternate Reality Siblings)
Other Family: The Winchesters, The Clarks, The Jacobs
Important Others: Julia, Roman, Lyle, Alessandra, Cecil, Jane, Chris, Vampes Alphas
History:

Chapter One: The Winchesters

No one remembered how the world ended, really. There were tales whispered around the camp fire, of how fire rained from the sky. How the sands rose with the heat, swallowing large masses of salty water that now became the bright white, salty sands that once filled seabeds. They told of bright flashes, and the wars of large machines and beings of power alike. None of the stories are ever the same - twisted by time. No one remembers the world before, besides maybe a few who lived through it.

The Winchesters were not among those who recalled, the two brothers who drifted across the dunes in a salvaged black car that the eldest treated as part of their family. Hunters were a prized commodity in a world gone mad, stalked by creatures of all kinds. Those who had the bravery and skill enough to try and fend off the things that went bump in the night, those that most people weren’t strong enough to face. The brothers did this work in exchange for resources. They would take payment for a contract, hunt the creature, end it, and then move on unless another contract was put in place.

Usually, people couldn’t afford more than one. And Hunters didn’t do their job for free.

It was on one of these contracts that Sam Winchester met Emma Jameson, a settlements local medical practitioner and her son, Tyler Warren. Emma and Sam got along fairly well - so well in fact, that during the span of a month of him staying at the settlement she resided in, that she offered to come along with them. Surely, two hunters would have use for someone with medical expertise. The brothers agreed, a bit reluctantly at first, but nobody survived in this world without some kind of skill that kept them afloat. Emma was no exception, even Tyler proved capable of carrying his weight as he got older.

Emma and Sam fell in love, and Robin was conceived, and birthed in a wasteland “clinic” if one could call it that. A surprisingly healthy little girl to have alongside Tyler in their travels. From the moment they were able, the children were trained to fight and hunt. Needed skills in this world. Survival training came alongside this, how to gather what little morning dew came in moisture catchers, pulling gasoline out of the old wrecks, trading, what small animals were safe to eat and what weren’t, what few plants that survived were safe for the same thing. Tyler and Robin grew into the world. They had to, in order to survive, and it molded them into a pair of effective killing machines as they grew. The entire family of hunters regularly securing large contracts and enough to sustain themselves for extended periods of time in the car that they called home, even attaining enough resources to truly convert it into a wasteland chariot of their dreams. The Wasteland Impala.

And one day, Dean simply vanished.

Confusion gripped the family instantly, followed by worry. Sam and Emma insisted they go in search of him, and the children agreed.

They would soon wish that they hadn’t.

Chapter Two: The Destroyer

They crossed into a dry sea bed at sunset, following a reported lead on a sighting on Dean when they saw them. A horde of vehicles on the horizon of various make and model. Old refurbished wrecks, military assault vehicles, improvised armored plating, spikes, fire and death. There was an attempt to flee, but it was in vain.

The horde came, hard and fast, despite the best attempts of the family to fend them off. The wheel of the Wasteland Impala was eventually blasted from a drive by attack and it buckled, skidding to a stop in the sand, and down a rock face.

Robin awoke in the wreck to powerful hands yanking her free of her seat and throwing her to her knees next to Sam and Emma. Tyler was nowhere to be seen… at least at first, because once Robin looked up she saw the blood smear across the rock face they’d slid down, and saw the bloody hand of her brother nearby, being poked and prodded at by two of the goons that weren’t focused on the three of them. Fear gripped her right away as a large truck pulled up, and out climbed a man, the boss of things it seemed like. He examined the Wasteland Impala, smirked, and told his men to latch it up to bring back to their base - he wanted the families hard work on that car all for himself.

He looked over each of them in silence, smiling all the while. Asked them questions, who they were, what they could do.

He executed Sam shortly after learning Emma had medical experience. Emma screamed, flailed, shrieked at the man to no avail as his men hoisted her up in her ropes, ordering her that if she so much as made a peep that Robin was dead too.

It was a shame that he planned to kill her anyway, leveling the handgun with her forehead and pulling the trigger.

Somehow, she survived a bullet to the skull. Even held her consciousness for a moment. Noises. Inhuman blurs of speed, winged beasts and flashes of flame filled her vision… surely she was in hell.

And then a man bent down over her, shouted something, and it all went black.

Chapter Three: The Vampire Council

When she awoke again, she was not in Hell. She was in a stone room with a heavy metal door, very much alive and feeling… strange. Her body felt hot, but not like a fever. She felt thirsty, in a way she couldn’t describe. It was, at the same time, an unnatural thirst and hunger all at once. She called out, causing a guard outside to react, jump, and then shout off down the hall to summon another, who shouted an affirmation back. The door opened, and out of sheer reflect, the trained hunter grabbed the unknown man, twisted his arm and flipped him over her, catching a flash of red from his eyes catching her off guard, she scrambled over, grabbed his blade and swung down at his chest before she turned and attempted to bolt out into the hall, screaming as she stumbled and fell.

Right at the booted feet of a man in a long coat, who once she looked up to meet the eyes with, the glowing red, pulsing veins set her instantly at ease.

Before she knew it, she was sitting back in her cell and the man with long black hair was sitting across the room from her in a chair he’d brought inside. He introduced himself as Dracula, the Alpha of the Romanian Vampires and second in command of the Vampire Council. Robin had never heard of either of those things, and didn’t trust him at first, but as he began to explain the situation to her - and how she’d come about being where she was, the memories came flooding back. The attack, the man, Tyler and Sam dying, Emma being taken.

Unlike her, they had not been saved.

Robin was distraught instantly, but then gave pause and questioned how. How she had survived.

It was then that Dracula brought up a hand and through a slit in the door, a blood bag was slid in. Robin’s mouth watered instantly, and involuntarily, a series of sharp fangs shot out of her gums, so quick that it forced them to bleed. He gave her the bag, and she tore into it greedily while Dracula explained softly how she had been on deaths doorstep when the Councils men came into play, chasing off the Destroyer’s group. One of the newer residents of the Council’s forces, however, apparently had lost his cool at the blood seeping from her temple and taken a nibble.

She died, with the saliva of one of the creatures in her system - a Caribbean Bloodline Vampire, whatever the Caribbean was.

Dracula explained that the Council was present to fight the Destroyer and help people, trying actively to make the world a better place, for the vampires and other creatures certainly could not have survived without humanity, and humanity… frankly needed all the help that it could get. They were the good guys - or as good as it got at any rate. And Robin had been the first fresh vampire sireling they had brought about in quite some time.

Eventually, after a few days of getting used to her new diet, Dracula gave her a tour of the facility he was present in. A massive water treatment plant, buried under layers of sand, with their own additions they had made over the decades to dig out into the underground, even expanding into some nearby sewers. It served as the headquarters for the Vampire Council, and Dracula felt it was time for her to be brought before all of them. Robin was brought into a large office, clearly having been set aside for meetings of people of importance, and introduced to the Alpha’s of each vampire bloodline that was leading the charge. Each with their own roles.

Dracula and Fionn, the Romanian and Scottish Alpha Vampires respectively handled information. Nothing got in or out of their territory without their spies sprinkled throughout the area knowing. The Aztec and Caribbean Alphas both assisted one another in coordinating the bulk of the Councils forces, while the American Alpha and Filipino Alpha - Aswang - were in charge of settlement affairs and supply deals due to being able to easily be active during the day as opposed to their brethren for a variety of reasons. Finally, the European Alpha entered, a man named Ambrogio who kept them all in line. The head on the snake of this entire operation that sought to try to bring some semblance of order to the world with the might of creatures behind them.

The operation they had going was a smooth one. The Council protected surrounding settlements, and even allowed a number of humans to live among them in the treatment plant and its tunnels. In exchange for donations of blood from the settlements and the humans who lived among them, the vampires gave them water and the crops that they were managing to grow down in the sewers, which had been converted to a lean-to hydroponics lab. It meant that the mass of water they had drawn from in a massive underground lake, which seemingly renewed itself from a waterfall from an unknown source went to good use in helping people.

For a long time, their region had likely been the safest in the entire world. Until a few years previously when The Destroyer came. A man named Lyle York, with an army of humans and creatures alike behind him. They terrorized, raided and fought with numbers and strength that rivaled even the significant might of the Council. It caused them many issues, and they weren’t always fast enough in intercepting his threats to spare civilian casualties.

That was what had costed the lives of her father and brother.

Robin wanted revenge, but there was a time and a place for that. First, she needed to learn to control her thirst and newfound abilities. She was a member of their flock now, and they weren’t going to release their new sireling without the ability to control herself, lest she would just become another monster that stalked the already ailing world.

Chapter Four: The Mad Man

She spent two years with them, one of those without seeing the outside of the treatment plant, before she finally felt as if she had enough of a bearing on herself, and allowed her to go on small supervised missions, usually trade deals or helping a settlement rebuild from Lyle’s hordes that still terrorized the region, even some small offensive attacks on convoys and assault teams that moved through the area. It let her hone the use of her abilities and grow more accustomed to what she was capable of doing with her newfound strengths.

One of these missions did not go as planned. An explosive set in the road didn’t detonate from the plunger, so Robin and another vampire moved in to set it off manually with her blood and fire before the cars moved off, but as she arrived on the road, the explosive had a delayed reaction and sent both the creatures sprawling, wounded and slowly healing. But now they had the attention of the passing war party, who turned and prepared to pick off some of their pesky enemies.

The rest of their team moved in, but were dispatched with surprising ease. And just when all seemed lost, and Robin was on the ground with a grazed, black toothed man raising a large junk ax to cleave her head off, a hand came through his chest. Burning hot with the force of the sun, the man turned into ash. Robin stared up at a hooded man with a large beard who looked down at her, who stared back for a moment before he turned on the raiders. An entire car was thrown aside, and four more of them were incinerated, another thrown into the side of a rock face, and the last crushed under the tires of his own vehicle.

The man turned, looked at the vampires, and then turned and left without another word, walking up the cliffside and into a cave.

Robin watched in fascination, before being pulled off by her comrades. She wasn’t sure if she’d seen the act of a friend and ally, or someone who needed to be avoided at all cost, but she was enthralled and questioned Dracula and Fionn about it when she returned to the Council. The two seemed to have a good amount of information on the being, as compared to most mysterious thing at least, in the idea that he was a phoenix, and dangerous. No one knew who he was, or why, but he didn’t attack the Council so they just let him be. Didn’t seem too fond of the Destroyers men, though.

That same night, Robin took some food from the garden and packed into a small transport vehicle, driving out and claiming she was going on a small patrol for someone to clear her head. Instead, she went to the mans cave and, more than a bit scared out of her mind, stood at the edge of the cave mouth, not entering. She shouted a hello, and in return… she saw two glowing orbs come alight. His hands.

Fear struck instantly as the large man emerged and, without an ounce of hesitation, the Winchester extended her arms with the jar of berries she’d taken from the Council farm, which seemed to cause him to give a brief pause, looking down at them, then at her. She muttered a thanks, and was answered with a grunt as a large hand took the jar and returned to the cave.

She took the fact that she was alive as a good sign.

Chapter Five: The Samaritans

In the following week, a energy hit the Council that Robin hadn’t seen before. According to an announcement given to the small army of vampires - the notoriously reclusive Samaritans, a group whose interests seemingly aligned with the Council, however always held their vampire neighbors at arms length, had extended a message, requesting an audience. Dracula and Ambrogio agreed to go with an honor guard, one which Vlad selected Robin for, as he had grown to like the young vampire, and they set out that same night at high speed, flying across the dunes together at a sprint until they arrived at the Samaritan’s hideaway.

At first glance, it looked to be the top of a small building with a cross at the top of it, but once approaching, a hole with a ladder stretched down into the darkness. All of the vampires descended, and found themselves standing in a church - long since buried by the sand.

And they were surrounded.

Figures, men and women alike emerged seemingly from every possible angle, where even the vampires hadn’t seen them before. All of them sporting various raggy and leather coats of differing design. There was one uniform aspect about them - each of them sporting white masks with black oil stains on them, and holes cut out for the eyes, while some had spaces for goggles.

And on the altar sat an old man, flanked by a woman wearing one of those same masks.

Upon approaching and introducing themselves, the man spoke, introducing himself as The Good Samaritan, Cecil Arkwright. And he reluctantly reached out after the advice of his daughter, that their mutual enemy - Lyle the Destroyer - had a leak within his stronghold known as Wind Haven. One of his wives was feeding them information from the inside, information that would lead them to a chance to cut the head off of the army - without the fear of Lyle to keep things in line, the lieutenants would turn on one another in power bids, barely getting along without him being there to keep them in check.

Cecil had a plan, but it required help from the vampires to get it done. Given that they shared an enemy, they agreed without question and plans were put in place. Robin insisted on coming along, and it was permitted so long as she stick with Fionn and his group.

Chapter Six: Meeting the Destroyer

A number of the Vampires and Samaritans had infiltrated Wind Haven, placing themselves at strategic points to cause distractions of various types. Explosions, small attacks, assassinations - anything to scatter the large forces and get them scrambling elsewhere, all while a Fionn, Robin and Maribelle Arkwright infiltrated the main stronghold, and Fionn put a crossbow bolt into Lyle’s head. After that, Robin was permitted a brief period to search for information on her mother, and then they had to depart.

Things did not go according to plan, as when they arrived - the Destroyer had been waiting for them. In a throne room built into a large garage in the middle of Wind Haven, with four women held by chains to his throne, and one having looked like she’d suffered a pretty bad beating. Robin could only assume that this woman was the wife that had leaked them the info.. And the Destroyer had found out.

They were trapped.

Fionn and Maribelle moved for an emergency escape plan, and Robin was close behind… just to be snagged by, of all things, a Golem. The golem beat her into a bloody pulp, then the Destroyer shoved her head into a bowl of water, while he comrades escaped, and then hurled her from the rooftop, causing her to crash through the tin metal roof of a nearby storage garage.

As fate would have it, right onto the Wasteland Impala.

When she awoke, familiarity hit her instantly. She needed an escape, wounded as she was and still hacking up water that had flooded into her lungs. The vampire clambered into the familiar vehicle, started it, and blasted out of the storage locker, through the camp and out the gate… and straight out into the wasteland, flooring it the whole way.

She was barely conscious for it, and eventually passed out at the wheel. As her vision left her, she watched a crow swoop in through the window and land on the steering wheel.

When she awoke, it was to a cool cloth being laid on her head.

Chapter Seven: Birds of a Feather

She was in a cave, looking up at a strange man, wearing the skull of some creature over his face as a mask. The cave they were in rose up into an opening in the ceiling, and all along ropes and wires that zig-zagged across the opening, and along crevices on the wall rested dozens and dozens of black crows. More than Robin had ever seen before.

The man introduced himself as Roman, the Crow Man. And he was her savior.

He nursed her back to her strength with blood, and gave a cryptic message. He’d sensed her coming, sensed something changing in the air. There was a shift against the existing powers - Lyle the Destroyer having stood on a pedestal for too long. The powers he had been facing binding together, one failed attempt was going to lead to something more, but it just needed the right push - it needed Robin to find an essential bit of help.

And without hesitation, Roman smiled and gestured to the cave entrance, asking a simple question. “Shall we?”

He guided her out and to the Waster Impala, climbing into the back and guided Robin back a few hours across the sea bed, and to a familiar place. It wasn’t the Council, or Wind Haven, or the Samaritan Church. He guided her to the cave. The whole time he spoke of things he shouldn’t have known. Things he heard of Robin, things he “pulled” from her. He seemed to know her better than she knew herself at times. He told her of Sam and Dean, of her brother. The legend that followed the Winchesters.

And Robin realized as they drove, that his instructions specifically put them on a path, at the exact time that Lyle’s patrols were spaced out so they wouldn’t be seen.

“Need him.” the strange man said. He hadn’t steered her wrong yet, so the young vampire was inclined to trust him. She was reluctant at first, before climbing out of the car. The Crow Man stopped her, looking at her through the sockets of the skull on his face, and told her something simple to tell the Mad Man.



With that knowledge, Robin walked to the mouth of the cave again. Again she was greeted by the light of fire as a glowing body moved towards her. She explained herself, quickly, and the man didn’t stop. She tried to explain it again, and he didn’t stop until, finally, blurting out the phrase the Crow Man had given her, which caused the Mad Man to give pause… and stare.

She said it again, and he lowered his hand to his side. Relief.

Robin explained that they needed everyone they could get, as much power as they could muster to bring the Destroyer down. To rip him free of his throne. They needed to wage war - and to do that, they needed him. The unstoppable force. The Mad Man. The Phoenix.

He stared at her for a moment, then looked to the Wasteland Impala, before looking back at her and wordlessly stepping past her, climbing in and sitting down.

The odd trio turned and headed in the direction of the Council. To war.

Chapter Eight: The Alliance

Another gathering was called - pulling in the Vampire Council, the Crow Man, Samaritans, the Mad Man, and even Robin who - after the shock of her still being alive came to be known, being told she had brought them two potential assets struck a chord of surprise from her leaders, who thought her dead, and as it turned out the Crow Man proved instrumental in convincing the Samaritans to step out of the shadows, so to speak, and give the attack on Wind Haven another try.

War plans went into place. Attacks would have to take place during the night - Samaritans could hit things during the day, but the bulk of forces would be available at night - when the Vampires were able to back up their attacks with the full force of their small army, the moment the sun set. It was simply a matter of picking apart Wind Havens defenses one by one. They had a number of objectives they needed to tackle; The Walls, The Snipers, The Weapons, The Fuel and The Golem.

The weapons and fuel were shipped in from various smaller outposts across the region that crafted ammunition and pulled crude oil from the ground. They had to cut the supply and wear the troops down over time. Handling the ammunition would handle the snipers, and stolen fuel could be used to fashion a large bomb to blast a massive hole in the wall, while Romanians and Filipino vampires carried out an aerial assault.

The Golem was another matter. They needed to remove it’s scroll, shut it down. And that would require a lot of physical force to get to that… or luck.

Chapter Nine: The Road To War

They wouldn’t be able to assault Wind Haven directly, they knew that. So they made their moves to hit outposts, fast and hard over the following months. Quietly disabling oil rigs and ammo farms, while trying to constantly keep the raiders struggling to keep up elsewhere. They always hit more than one outpost at a time, always hit more than one convoy, always hitting more places than they would be able to react - an incidentally, finding herself at the spearhead with her two strange companions was Robin, with Chris and the Crow Man. Riding alongside those two myths of the wasteland got her attention as stories spread from the raiders and from the settlements.

The Red Drifter, the Mad Man and the Crow Man started having stories spun about them and the Wasteland Impala as they rode between outposts, tearing them apart one by one. Whatever one they weren’t hitting was getting slammed with Vampires or quietly being disabled by the Samaritans.

A year of war, and they were winning.

With most of the outpost disabled, The Destroyers men began getting desperate. They fought, holding together just barely, but it was clear their strength was weigning with each fight and every inch that the attackers took. They made the raiders pay for every inch they took over the years, and the Impala quickly became something of a harbinger of war to them, taking up the head of a number of assaults with its powerful occupants ready to level the enemies in their way.

And then, finally, Wind Haven. Putting in place the plan. Samaritan’s and Scottish Vampires set up in preperation while the Romanians and Filipino vampires prepared for their air assault, with the rest of their brethren ready to bring up the ground assault at full throttle. The Impala is what transferred the fuel bomb, dislodging it as the alarms went off and driving off from it, the vampires set it off and all hell broke loose. The army of vampires and Samaritans, and even some volunteer settlers charged in, fighting their oppressors. The Impala swung back around, charged in and stopped, letting the Crow Man, Mad Man, and Red Drifter do what they did best.

With Roman the Crow Man hanging back to hold off the enemies, and with Robin making a slow advance to the Destroyer with Chris taking the front line, with assistance from Dracula and Fionn as they charged through the ranks, finally reaching the throne room. The four of them engaged the best the raiders had to offer… and then the Golem, which managed to disable Fionn by ripping out his tongue, and very nearly tore Dracula’s wing clean off. It wasn’t until Fionn got back up, snatched the scroll from its mouth at high speed and tossing it to Dracula that the mass of clay was disabled, and Chris seemed to vanish amidst the struggle. Robin had thought he’d abandoned them, or been tossed aside by the golem.

That just left the Destroyer, who didn’t seem to be out of tricks quite yet as he took each of his wives hostage, in particular the red haired one who had fed the group information, who looked even worse for wear than last Robin saw her. With them held as hostages, Lyle managed to escape to a vehicle, killing off three of his wives and holding Alessandra by gunpoint.

It didn’t go as he planned, because the moment his car left the garage, it was kicked aside by a powerful force.

There, waiting for him, was the phoenix himself, who ripped the front tire off and made for Lyle directly, where he dragged the warlords battled corpse out into the middle of the battlefield and then burned his body away into ash. Many of the raiders scattered at the sight. The few that remained were quickly dispatched or surrendered. The war was over and as far as anyone was concerned - the hard work was done.

The Vampires began dismantling Wind Haven to repurpose the materials, the Samaritan’s returned to their shadows, and Robin drove Chris and Alessandra back to Chris’ cave here he dismounted, deciding to allow the woman to stay with him. She never knew what happened to the Crow Man, but there was no body.

A final goodbye was exchanged as Robin watched them leave. It was over. It was bittersweet.

Returning to the Council, it was revealed to her that her mother was not found. And questioning of the raiders who had surrendered revealed that she’d been killed some time during her stay with the Raiders. Her mother was gone, her family was gone… there was nothing left for her, and as she sat in the Impala one day, realizing just how lonely it felt inside now.

She bid one final farewell to the Council and told them that she was going to forge her own path in the world for a time, and with a reminder she always had a home with them, the Red Drifter took enough rations to last her for some time, fuel, and drove off into the wastelands again. Now with the names of everyone who had graced the Impala carved into its side.



All besides her own name.

Chapter Ten: The Red Drifter

The Red Drifter wandered for a number of years after this, and it seemed like the legend of the events that happened at Wind Haven spread and was altered over time, becoming gradually more ludacris as time went by. They sang the praises of the “Crazy Three”, and told stories around the campfire of the army of vampires and faceless soldiers that followed them into battle. Robin was amused by these tales, and fell back into the path of the Hunter, which eventually led her to a woman who claimed to have information ont he location of he uncle, Julia Marx.

Julia - something of a lonely wanderer seemed to see something in the Red Drifter, perhaps a kindered and lonely soul, came right to her and said she knew where Dean Winchester was, cutting right through Robin's barriers she put up against strangers, and made it clear she could take her to her him.

That caused her to give pause.

She hadn’t thought of her uncle in years since he vanished. Too much war. Too many people killed, it had fallen on the wayside. The thing that initially took the lives of her family was trying to find him. The quiet vampire turned to look at the woman then. She had her attention, and she knew it.

To find him, they had to go far to the North, to a place that still held water, but had a tight hold on it. Robin agreed, reluctantly, and allowed Merrick to come along.

The ride itself took gallons of fuel and took over a year to complete as they continued - and the only reason that Robin didn’t lose faith in Julia’s words were the fact that she began confirming events before they would happen, and that Robin began slowly taking a liking to the other wanderer as they traveled across the wastes together, Robin completing hunter contracts along the way in order to keep them fed, repaired, fueled, and one of them watered. Even if Julia's information was dated - it was a trail she could follow, and she was in no rush.

Looking back now, with the memories she has tried to suppress, Robin isn’t sure when exactly she found herself looking at Julia differently - but the most distinct memory that sticks out is the woman seeing the sunlight strike Robin’s face and not flinching away when her visage changed into a elderly woman from the exposure, with sagging skin and eyes until the vampire closed the sun shields to rest. Instead, when she closed her eyed and settled in, she got a kiss on the cheek and told “good day” while then crawled into the bed in the back, and Robin slept in the front seat.

That’s when she assumes it happened, anyway, because it kept progressing from there.

A number of smaller adventures happened. Fighting a werewolf horde in a sandstorm, sending a group of vampires in the direction of the Vampire Council and telling them how to reach it safely, saving a woman and her child from the abusive father that was ruining their lives, saving a settlement from collapsing due to a Wendigo they had locked away underneath it that was attacking the supports, among others. All of these were spun into tales of fancy about the Red Drifter, spreading her title more across the wastelands until she was slowly becoming a proper urban legend - had they been urban centers anymore.

And at the same time, she fell pretty hard for that weird gypsy in her back seat. She wasn’t used to having people to rely on, but Julia managed to do it for her and finally, they arrived in the buried remains of the city of Paris.

Chapter Eleven: The Water Revolt

Paris was a wonderful and horrible place all at the same time. Almost completely walled in, protected by powerful magic, larger populations of people than Robin had ever seen anywhere else… and massive unrest. The appointed leaders of the city - a “royal family” consisting of King Blackwood, Queen Bishop and her daughter, the Princess Lori Bishop, all who lived on a fortress built up and inside of the Eiffel Tower. The royal family, although seeming to have access to limitless amounts of water, were cruel and held control over the supply with an iron fist, while those on the ground below were dying of thirst and sickness.

The place was an absolute powder keg, but according to Julia, she needed to find one woman in particular - Bethany Clark. She had seen Dean, more than once it seemed.

It took some investigative work, but eventually she found her - a bit older… and the leader of a budding revolution within the streets of Paris. A revolution that had apparently been keeping a close eye on Robin since she arrived in the region. They knew who she was, and a bargain was struck. Bethany would tell her everything that she knew about Dean Winchester and where he went, and set her up with as much water as she wanted - but Robin had one very hard job on her plate, assuming the Red Drifter was actually capable of what the stories said, and she had to help the revolution win against the “Royals” and their powerful magic. The agreement was struck, and Robin thought she was fighting on the right side.

They put on the front of underdog heroes well, so much so that Robin didn’t notice the attoricities going on under her nose, but Merrick did.

People who questioned the revolt would vanish.

Revolt leaders got more water that they acquired than even the sick and young.

Food was reserved for those in charge first, everyone else second.

All signs Robin wished later she had picked up on, because by the time they were storming The Tower, it was too late. The Royals, while having earned to be overthrown, were eventually toppled by the might of the Resistance - with the Red Drifter only playing a moderate roll in getting the people through the doors, letting them do the rest of the work. Robin expected the Royals would be exiled, or executed.

Instead the three of them were horribly tortured and then hung from the top of the tower. Even the Princess, who by most people’s accounts - had done nothing wrong other than holding relation.

Enraged by this, Robin charged up into the tower to confront Clark, who had already begun cracking down on the water even harder than before. People were dying, things were worse than they were before. She called her out for her lies…

And in response she was shot with an arrow of water in the chest and thrown from the top of the Tower, revealing the extent of her interactions with Dean had been nothing more than a few casual night stands before hurling her off the edge. Julia found her some time later, broken physically, mentally, and emotionally, then dragged Robin back to the Impala, placed her in the back, and they fled the city with no more information

Chapter Twelve: Never Live

Julia nursed her vampiric lover back to health, regular intervals of blood and rest to help get her on her feet were simple enough, but helping her get past what she had helped instigate in Paris was another story. It weighed on her mind constantly, the number of lives she had likely ended. And she was powerless to stop it. Clark held too much power over the city now. All the water, all the muscle. The place would turn into a powder keg again - only this time Robin wasn’t sure if the powder keg would ever blow.

Julia found them a place in the dunes to call home for a time, inside of an old garage where the car was parked. She set up a dew catcher, and for a time that was just… home. There was nowhere to go now. Nowhere to be. No one to find. She doubted that she would ever find her way to her Uncle - if he was even still alive, which she was beginning to doubt more and more by the day. And despite that, the odd psychic she picked up didn’t leave her side. They didn’t leave that garage for some time unless it was for food - often in the form of a rat farm they had started for blood and meat. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was enough for them to eat from in their current state, until eventually they hit the road again and Robin just took to the Hunters Path again, hoping to find direction again. Julia was a positive driving force, and the years ticked by. More contracts. Years became decades. Julia got older, but also began to get sick. At first it didn’t seem like much, but then it got worse… and worse.

Sickness came. Hard. Robin begged to turn her, and she wouldn’t have it. She didn’t want to be alone.

Merrick passed away in her sleep one night, quietly in the silence of the middle of Russia and Robin did not take it well.

She screamed, and wailed, and cried into the night for hours… then built a pyre like she had for so many other people already in her past, taking a momento from the lost, lighting the pyre… and driving away into the dunes again. Alone. Only this time, it wasn’t like finding her own path. She was directionless, broken and lost. Julia’s name soon graced the side of the Impala’s passenger door with all the others who had ridden inside its rusted carriage.

Chapter Thirteen: Alone

Her time alone took what goodness Robin had and locked it away. She began pushing herself to try to forget things. Forget the family she lost. Forget the wars she’d fought. Forget the good deeds. Forget the bad. Forget the lover she’d lost. The lives she’d taken.

They weighed on her now, more than they had in the past, and in an attempt to keep her sanity - she simply shut down. No emotion, no connections.

Never Stay. Never Build. Never Live. Never Look Back.

She became nothing more than a disconnected killing machine. She took her contracts, took her resources and left. Sometimes she drained people for blood, sometimes she killed them for their things. Sometimes she left people to die that she could have saved with just a simple act of kindness.

The wasteland had consumed her. Every bit of her. She didn’t think she’d ever wake up from it - it just became about surviving. Forgetting. Never looking back. She was just the Red Drifter, nothing more, nothing less. Robin Winchester faded into the back of her mind. For decades, even.

It took a hell of an event to shake that back out of her.

Chapter Fourteen: The Collapse

The world fell apart. Violent and fast. The Drifter managed to avoid the initial chaos - just barely - by staying on the move as chaos ensued. Her world… changed. Things changed. People and places appeared that hadn’t been there before. Sand gave away into colors that she’d never even seen before as she fled across the volatile and changing landscape - looking for an out, with only her car to give her aid.

The world had changed again. She wasn’t sure if it was for the better or the worse, but it had left her far in the dust, and wherever she was now - she wasn’t sure if it was home or not, but when the dust settled, she was smack dab at a dead end of Africa, looking out at the most water she’d ever seen in one place. Impossibly too much.

It was also then that she realized she was backed into a corner, with deep water at all sides… and Africa would go on to earn its name for a reason.

Chapter Fifteen: I Am Robin Winchester

Surviving in Africa as she made her way north wasn’t an easy task. Having to fend off creatures and beings of all kinds, stretching her hunting knowledge to its very limit as she just fought to survive day in and day out. It was nothing new - she was used to fighting for her survival. What she was no longer used to was fighting for someone elses.

That is when Robin Winchester met Will.

Will was just a young boy - no older than five, when the woman was asleep in her car and he’d stumbled up to her car, waking her up. She nearly stabbed him, only to retract when she saw who it was. A child. In the middle of this hellscape. Something woke up a bit in Robin, and she quickly took the child to hide him inside of the Wasteland Impala, knowing his scent would draw predators instantly.

Will told her his parents had been with a group trying to find a safe place in Egypt, but they hadn’t made it. The poor kid had seen them all ripped apart before him. He’d somehow managed to avoid the creatures hunting the two of them, and it seemed that fate would have it that he managed to find Robin.

It became harder to avoid the creatures then. They smelled him - having a human in her car was like shooting off a flare that alerted the entire continent. Hordes closed in, and she just. Kept. driving. She didn’t stop, fighting off creatures and crazies alike. It was the longest night of her life when she took Will in, fighting to her last breath to keep him safe and alive in the back of her fortified vehicle.

Eventually, she made her way through the abandoned places and through the border gate of Russia, who let her in. Will was taken, and Robin was interrogated right away. With systems starting to go into place, years having passed since the collapse, they were able to identify what world she’d come from, and what she was. And as it turned out, they needed people of her skills. She helped stabilize the region, and then word got to her of sending a group back in time, or to another timeline - she didn’t pretend to understand it. Try to fix the world. Do some good, for everyone.

Robin signed up, and carved into the side of her car as her goodbye.



Among the names of the past occupants.




Alias: Revan

How did you find us?: I'unno

Experience: Some I guess

Other Characters: Revan, Daphne, Cecil, Jane, Scott, Robert, Zera, Amanda, Zee, Katie, Kenzie, Elias, Shale, Quinn, Amyl, Imogen, Max, Jodie, Maris, Daisy, Iblis, Roxanne, Nikki, Belphegor, Sylvia, Aethelind, Alex, Mila, Veronica, Reave, Roni, Dracula, Murdock, Aimee, Ripley, Sherlock, Wayden, Galahad

RP Sample:

Revan let everything Lucy was saying hit her at once, and it felt like the feeling the Angel got when she was still powerful, when someone shot her with a shotgun. She felt terrible, like someone had punched her in the gut, or hit her with a baseball bat. She turned around and her hand went over her mouth, feeling like she was going to throw up. It was better that Lucy was dead than deserving this... No one deserved to be a ghost, the sad, sad existence.

Her throat tightened and tears began to well up, trying a hard as she could to keep from breaking down here on the floor.

She turned to Lucy, seemingly three shades paler, her hair not nearly as vibrant as it seemed to be three years ago, her grey eyes dulled to a shade of black. "Lucy... its 2013..." Revan hadn't been keeping track but she had counted three New Years celebrations since Lucy's death. Her hands went to her face and then back to her sides, her nails digging in to her palms until blood leaked down her fingers. "Three years.. I've counted. Three years I've slept alone in the bed. Three years I've drowned my sorrows I alcohol... Three years with my heart ripped from my chest without you here, Heaven and Earth becoming a living hell to me, leaving me with what options?" Revan wasn't going to lie, she had tried her hand at writing stories like Lucy, but that was the best poetry she could do, even if it was free verse.

Tears were dripping down her cheeks again now, and with the flick of her wrist the TV blinked to life and flicked to the news, where the date would be shown. "Everything I told you... Everything you thought I was crazy over, everything you would joke about... About me being an Angel was not a lie." Revan looked up at her again and then to the floor. "I m-missed you so... s-so much." Revan's legs stopped supporting her then and the pink haired woman fell on the floor, her head tilted down and her face in her hands, sobbing. She knew she shouldn't, but she felt as she did on the day of Lucy's death and funeral. Like all the life had been sucked out of her seeing the person she loved at this fate. But there was a part of Revan that was revived with this, the part of her that she had thought was buried with Lucy... Selfish as it may be to her, Revan was so, so happy Lucy was back.



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