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Full Name: Cole James Abernathy (Klassen)
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age/Date Of Birth: 28, January 13th 1986
Race:Human
Occupation: Marijuana Monitor (a.k.a a drug dealer)
Species Group: Civilian
Play-By: James Franco
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Mexican food
❤ All alcohol
❤ Swimming
❤ French fries with mayo
❤ Smoking weed
❤ Sexy women
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Suits
✗ People that can't loosen up
✗ College
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ The pain of death. Not death itself, because everyone dies. But, like, getting shot in the leg and slowly bleeding to death.
☬ Something happening to his mom or Rachel.
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Make enough money to take care of his mom in her old age and pay for Rachel's college bills.
Personality: Cole is not a bad guy, not really. He doesn’t like violence or feeling angry or feeling sad, or anything like that. You could call him lazy, because that is kind of how he behaves, but it wouldn’t be entirely true. When Cole is motivated to do something, he’ll do it. If someone’s got a sick new type of green in, he’ll do whatever it takes to get the money to buy that stuff. He’s kind enough, a sort of chameleon soul. Cole can fit in wherever, usually. Not a big important business meeting though. He's far too goofy for anything like that. There aren’t really borders and guidelines with Cole, and he is the type of person that often wanders around. He likes people, and beaches and pretty women, and sand and tanned skin, and life. There’s something positive about him, despite his struggles in life, that shines through. A wanderer, a dealer, those terms could easily be tagged to Cole. After his father died, Cole became the paternal leader in in the family, taking it upon himself to protect his sisters. He takes his job seriously, but only to be sure that he gets his money so that he can provide for himself and his family. He's a loving guy, someone that builds deep bonds with the people he works with and plays with.
Traits
✧ Laid back
✧ Compassionate
✧ Gentlemanly
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Slacker
✦ Brash
✦ Careless
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Parents: James and Stephanie Klassen (though just Stephanie Abernathy now)
Siblings: Hadley Klassen 23, and Rachael Abernathy (Klassen) 19 Other Family: Tristan Michaels and Heaven Michaels are his cousins
Important Others:
History: HOW IT WAS BEFORE
Cole was the level-headed, stable one. Hadley did this and that, acting wildly, flitting about, and Rachael read and wrote and went to church, he remained the ever diligent older brother. In high school Cole started working on a farm, breaking horses and cleaning the stables, bringing the cattle in early in the morning and late in the evening. He loved the animals, the rough, country life. The only thing he loved more was his bosses daughter, Leana. Like the typical country love story, Cole fell for the farmers daughter. She was a year younger than him and the sweetest girl he'd ever met, a real Southern bell. After he graduated, Cole went off to college nearby, planning on getting some sort of degree in animal behavior or studies or reproduction, something that he could bring back and use for the farm life. His intentions were to graduate college, come home and marry Leana, and maybe take over her fathers farm when he retired. Or start a dairy business of his own.
But those plans all changed when he was 25, and happily graduated from college, ready to come home and start his new life. Cole received a phone call from the Lincoln Field police that his parents had been murdered, and he needed to come and identify the bodies and go to the station to be questioned. The thought that somebody would ever hurt his own parents was appalling to him and their deaths made him sick. Cole was filled with an anger and hatred and distrust of this town and it's people and whoever murdered his parents would pay, he knew that. To this day, he still has no idea of demon activity or that it was Hadley to who killed their parents. Not surprisingly, Hadley left to work in Maine shortly after their parent's funerals. Rachael was 17, and so she was sent to live with their grandparents. Cole got a job in Annapolis, a city in Maryland, to make money to send to his family back home.
It sucked. Of course it sucked. He lived in a tiny apartment, a crowded city, the ghetto/poor part of it too, and had close to nothing. His full time job as a dog kennel worker paid less than desirable and he could barely afford to send money to Rachael and his grandparents, and keep his apartment. Then Tawny appeared one late evening, knocking on his door, asking for some guy named Jenkins or Jenks, whatever. She was like a dirty, sexy angel and she had money. Lots and lots of money. He loved/hated her. Cole still loved Leana, but he was gone and he didn't expect her to wait for him. So he got to know Tawny, and finally she revealed to him how to make bank.
Drugs.
She was a dealer, a drug bunny, hopping around dropping packages here and there. And she liked him, thought he was cute, so she brought him into the business. That's where everything went downhill. Tawny gave him pills and addresses and bags of white powder for himself, and Cole what was necessary for his own survival. "It's a dog eat dog lifestyle, baby," Tawny would say as she filled a needle with clear liquid and tied up her arm. And Cole hated it, at first. He hid the drugs or threw them away, and just did deliveries and sent money home. But then things went from bad to worse and the violence increased. And Tawny was shot in the head and heart in front of him and things were unbearable. So he lit up the pipe and shoved a bit of green in, thinking it would relax his nerves and calm everything down. Like people say, weed is a gateway drug and Cole fell deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole.
He was a partner now, of a small cartel. Only chosen because of his honest nature and loyalty to those he'd served (Tawny). A peacekeeper of sorts, the smooth talker of the two partners. Communications with his family stopped, except for a check he always sent from a fake address. It was easier that way. He still took care of his loved ones, but there was no risk of them ever learning of his new trade. It sucked, really really sucked. Cole didn't want to do drugs and deal and turn a blind eye to the violence that was undoubtedly happening behind his back within the cartel, but he did. His parents were dead. The women that brought him into this, showed him the ropes; dead. Hadley; gone. He didn't ever hear from her. Rachael; he assumed she felt betrayed by him. Abandoned because he'd left town just like Hadley. And he'd promised to always be there for her, but now he was nowhere to be found. She probably hated him. He hated himself.
A big bust happened and a few people that Cole knew got arrested, so he and his business partner hauled ass out of Annapolis. They moved their product elsewhere and promised to stay in touch. Cole moved to the West Coast, and traveled around from there. Until he got word that someone was ratting everyone out, that his partner had been killed, and everyone else was heading for the hills. He dropped the cartel business, taking with him the drugs he wanted, and dropped off the radar. He bounces from place to place now, doing whatever, making money however he can. Sending the occasional check to Rachael, sleeping in motel rooms or cars or benches or with women he doesn't know. Not a very pleasant life, but it works.
HOW IT IS NOW
Unbeknownst to him, his sister Hadley made a deal with a crossroads demon to turn around his life, and the life of their younger sister Rachael. So, Cole remembers nothing of his previous life. Now he has no drug addictions, no pain, no suffering, no real hardships. So, what he knows it that he only has one sister, Rachael, and he lives in the country with their mom and goes to a community college. She's majoring in Human Relations. His mom is retired and living off of Social Security and the pension from her husband's death. Cole believes that his father was a Mill worker, and he died from a heart attack. A short, quick, sudden death.
He has no idea that his last name was once Klassen, and that his father was a priest, or that he ever had more than one sister. What he knows is that he's had a pretty normal life, played high school in football for two years and then he stopped because he got more into politics. He knows that he went to college, but has really limited memories of it. He started smoking weed in college, and basically became a dealer afterwards to pay for student loans and that's really his prime career right now. Over the years he's basically migrated up the ranks of drug dealings from a Falcon to a Hitman. Basically, he works for an American cartel that brings product into the USA from Mexico, Russia, Colombia, and Jamaica.
While he's nowhere near Lieutenant and Drug Lord status, that's fine with Cole. He prefers to be on the bottom rung, because when you play with the big boys, people get killed. And really, all he wants to do is smoke and deal weed, and read. Plus, traveling is no fun anymore, and Cole hates having to be away from home for more than a couple of days. Occasionally they'll send him over the border to pick up a small shipment of weed, but that's it. Cole's too chicken to actually deal with the big three of the drug world (Cocaine, Heroine, Meth). Far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far up the line in the Solem Numina Cartel, everyone's favorite white-eyed demon (Amon) is in charge. Though he could care less about one replaceable human, and Cole has no idea what anything supernatural is, so, there's no conflict there. A few months back, a weekish after Hadley made the deal, Cole met Michael Sanders, his current best friend. They're pretty much the bestest friends ever and they smoke weed and watch funny movies and eat cheesy puffs and love each other forever.
His life consists of hanging with Mike, smoking weed, selling weed, and sending money to his mom. He also is pretty close with his sister, Rachael.
Alias: Sofie
How did you find us?: Old site
Experience: Since 300 B.C.
Other Characters: @asmodeus, @allocer, @hadley, @valentine, @solveigh
RP Sample:
The further he went with his story, the more Hadley felt it. She felt the pain, the heaviness of wanting to fix things and help everyone, and how much it hurt. Cas didn’t look at Hadley as he spoke, and Hadley stopped trying to look at him. She was feeling his pain. She was reliving her memories. She was going home after a long couple of weeks at college, just wanting to see her family, wanting to be loved. She was getting thrown to the floor by her father, but it wasn’t really her father at all. She was staring into those horrible black eyes, her heart sinking as he yelled things at her. Horrible things. She was closing her eyes and grabbing the knife she kept hidden against her back, then jumping up and stabbing her father in the side. In the ribs. In the heart. And it was all a blur from there. The little bits and pieces she remembered sent her into a dizzying pain. There were police at her house and blood on her hands and they were taking her away in cuffs, thinking she was guilty. And she was guilty. But Cole and Rachael were there, crying and holding each other, not even knowing what she’d done. They defended her, said she’d never hurt their parents. They’d loved her. They didn’t know that she was a monster.
It crushed her, made her feel like her lungs were being smothered, and her ribs were breaking. There was nothing Hadley could do to make things right. If she told the truth to her siblings, got them involved in this hunting world, she could never forgive herself. They would hate her even more for what she did to their parents, they would never speak to her again. And so Hadley had to play the game where she decided what she wanted to lose, what she wanted to sacrifice. If she told the truth, she lost everything. The love of her siblings, the trust of the people in the town, her home; everything. But if she kept it a secret and didn’t tell anyone that she’d killed her parents, and that she was a hunter now, she was living a lie. So which path did she choose? Which road did she follow? It became the game of life, and of sacrifice. The Sacrifice Game. Hadley chose herself, and by doing so, hoped that she would be able to save her siblings from the burning betrayal they would sense from her. But nothing was harder than having to turn your back on those you loved, those you tried to protect.
Listening to Cas was difficult. Hadley wanted to pause, to ask questions, maybe just take a breather. She wanted to know everything about him, and this was it. She hadn’t expected it to hit her like this, the feeling of grief. Not for herself, but for Cas. As her green eyes glanced over at his blue ones, Hadley could really see it now. Each thing he’d told her, every fight he’d fought, every time he died, the pain, the betrayal, the consuming guilt; she could see it. Her hand slowly slipped off the wheel and found Cas’, and she held onto his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t alone, and it was important that he knew that. She parked the car, but made no movement to get up. “I don’t know how to reply to that,” she whispered, mouth tight. “That’s…That was…Just so much.” Her voice trailed off as her eyes fell to her lap. “So, so much.” For the next few minutes, Hadley was as silent as death. She was thinking about Cas and how he’d suffered and how she’d suffered, except that once she died, she was gone. No one would bring her back, she was sure of it. But Cas couldn’t die, he wasn’t allowed that peace, and so he was continually brought back. For some reason that made her angry. She wanted him to be able to feel peace after a lifetime of war. He deserved that.
Once again he said that he didn’t deserve this, that he didn’t belong here, but this time Hadley wasn’t going to snap out a response. Instead, she quietly examined her legs, pulling a piece of fuzz off of her sweats. She licked her lips, curled her finger around a strand of hair, and sighed. Then, after all of that, she looked to Cas. “You should feel guilty,” Hadley started, but her tone was soft and gentle. “Because feeling guilty means that you can still feel, that you’re human[/] enough to feel. You’re human enough to know when you’ve done wrong and what’s right and you rebelled…” She stopped, taking in a breath. “You fucking rebelled, Cas. You did it to save people. You died numerous times. You fought more battles than I can imagine and probably killed more lives than I can ever imagine.” Her eyes were grave, but turned warm suddenly as she grabbed both of Cas’ hands and pulled them to her. “But you have also probably saved morel ives than I can imagine, Cas. And so yeah, you do deserve to feel a little bad. But there is no going back now. So don’t let it ruin you. Be happy. Know that you did your best.” Gingerly, she reached up and cupped one side of his face with her hand. “You deserve peace.” Hadley looked back over at the restaurant and removed her hand. “Do you wanna go inside?”
I (Cole) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (Batman)
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