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Jensen Shackles

"If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead by now. I'm here to try to talk some sense into you."

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a character in “All is Fair in Hate and War”, as played by UtaUsagi

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Age: 29
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Not Interested
Birth Date: Januast' 17th, 3018


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Past-
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Before his banishment, Jensen had stunningly pitch black wings that were as dark as the night sky. They went out 6 feet and were 1 and a half foot wide. He groomed his feathers so that they always looked like first-born feathers. Soft, shiny, and strong. Unlike most people, who choose the colors white, pink, or even blue (etc.) for the color of their wings, his were black. Because of his natural descent and wings not being a real coding for DNA his wings came out dark. However, since higher ups can afford to pay for their children to have black wings he goes with that story. He's always filed as a upper-class person. Black wings are banned from Saloriel from anyone else. They view black wings as an image from the past and hate to see lower classes wear it in fear the beauty they've achieved will disappear. The upper class are different by that they just want it because it appears cool or suits their personalities.

Present-
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After landing on Tellus, his wings were cut to a small degree. They are not beautiful anymore. He can not fly. He can not hide them. And he is in pain. If he doesn't get his wings cut soon, he could die from not only the pain, but also a possible infection. Most likely, by the hands of a Tellus citizen.

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Jensen is well aware of the effect he has on people and revels in it. Jensen is undeniably drop-dead gorgeous and oozes charisma to match. He is 6’1” with a muscular, athletic build. Men watch him, slack jawed, amazed that one could be blessed with so much and women melted at the mere sight of him. His hair is dark brown but sometimes seen as jet black in certain lighting. His eyes are an emerald green with hints of orange around the pupil. Such raw looks were admired by the Angelic entities; no one held colors like these anymore or could even access them. The natural colors of the human body had been disregarded when they could create their own kid. However, Jensen had a natural birth. But nobody knew that.
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Often, when first meeting a woman, he would keep his sunglasses on until she regained her composure from the sight of him, then takes them off just to watch her unhinge again. He delights in their reactions. As much as Jensen is flirtatious, when having a task in mind that is his complete focus. He won’t let anything get in his way, sometimes he will admit he might veer of for a couple seconds…but he always comes back. He still enjoys joking around though and cracking a sarcastic remark here and there. He’s very expressive with his facial expressions; and lets his looks do most of the talking. He’s a hard-core fighter with a sense of smarts and trickiness. His best characteristic is patience, and his worst…revenge.

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Likes:
• Females/males reactions to his good-looks
• Surprising people
• Sarcastic Jokes
• Sunglasses
• Bikinis
• Guns
• Weaponry
• Autumn
• Flying
• Backstabbing people
• Being successful
• Tacos
• Celestial Water
• Picking on his friends
• Piano
• PIE!!!

Dislikes:
• Being picked on
• Snakes
• Not Flying
• Saloriel
• Earth Crawlers Resistance
• Friggin flies
• The sound of clocks!
• Illusions
• Trumpet
• People who talk too much

Fears:
• He will die without getting revenge
• Never seeing his parents again
• Death in general
• Snakes

Dreams/Hopes:
• To destroy Saloriel and the Earth Crawlers Resistance

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Jensen deals in the art of Secrets. Born and raised in the darker parts of town in the city of Saloriel. His family has always been on-the-go, constantly moving through-out the floating cities paradise. They’ve never been caught, and they never reveal their true identity. His parents are affiliated with the resistance “Earth Crawlers.” He doesn’t know anything about them, what they stand for, what they want to accomplish, and he doesn’t care. The only people he’s ever trusted is his parents, and they’ve told him to never ask questions about one thing. The Resistance. He knew they resisted something, and that it had to do with the people of Tellus. Other then that, he had a few ideas of what it might be but his gut feeling always told him his estimations were off.

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He’s had an average child-hood, well, what he considered one. He was taught street-fighting by his father and the art of information gathering by his mother. He was kept away from any deals they made while he was young and watched by a close friend of his fathers. Every time they had to run away, his parents would escape first and he would meet up with them later. It wasn’t till he turned 17 that they started to involve him in their trades, teaching him the ropes and the gift of silence.

At the age of 23 he was highly gifted in this art and worked frequently with his parents. Sometimes on his own. His parents signed him up as part of the Resistance, but that was it. He still couldn’t know anything about them, because they needed someone to go deep into the government. So deep, that even if he got caught, there wouldn’t be any connection to them and they could continue on. This task he was assigned too was a long-term sort-of spy mission. He applied to join a technology communications class in the most well-known college of Saloriel, he went by the name Yulrik Jingles. Ridiculous he knew, and was teased everyday by adults.

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He increased his status in the college, becoming known as the top student. He beat the test scores of the previous best student there, who had studied this for all his life. He was considered a prodigy. However, he sort of cheated. He’s been raised his entire life for this, plus with his abilities at secret dealing…it wasn’t hard to recover answers and memorize them. After a couple years, he applied to join the Saloriel tech. apartment that handled storing all the files in their history as well as being the closest to the government section. To make it short, he had been working there for 3 years dealing information to this “Resistance” group he knew nothing about. And then, he got caught. He was sold out by one of those “Earth Crawler” members who were one of his inside sources in the government section. Levi Hardondal, his sex-friend and ex-lover. He was tricked. The guy had been a double spy. And man, was Jensen mad. The one time he hadn't listened to his parents, gone against their #1 rule, he suffered the consequences. And this could very well be his life.

He was banished from Saloriel and tossed to Tellus only able to bring 2 items with him, a sword and healing potion. Along with that, he was stripped of his ability to fly. His wings were cut, and in the condition he was in he would only last a couple days on Tellus. He was suffering from blood loss and couldn’t even move because his body was beaten till it was black and blue. The worst case scenario was if a Tellus citizien found him. They would kill him on the spot. He swore if he ever got out of this alive, that he would get his revenge.

Not only on the Saloriel government, but the “Earth Crawler Resistance” too.

And Levi Harondal.





"I love Pie...."
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So begins...

Jensen Shackles's Story

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Character Portrait: Jensen Shackles Character Portrait: Angelica Crystoff Character Portrait: Sylzara Maraua Harahrah Character Portrait: Clarity Twist Character Portrait: Nara Selstin Character Portrait: Queen Sphira Leyroux
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-----Picture (c) Rage&Pride
---Prisoner-(c) Mrs. Lonely
----Angel Entities War Speech (c) erziban
-----Vision (c) CNEKBMYLOVE


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Julius 27th, 3047. 11:00 pm.
Night and day the darkness covers Jensens limp, lean, and weak body. Tied in metal chains to walls of bricks, screaming in his head but from his mouth not even a pip. He'd been locked up in this cell for days, two weeks to count exactly. Barely given any food and water, his body was bound to rot in here. His only hope was a trail. That was all he needed. All he needed to get out of here! His parents would come for him, set some connections up in the court house. He'd be free! Come on! Where were they!?

A candle flickered in the corner, outside the iron bars of his little musty jail. And by that light men sat in shifts, hardly attractive for being Angelic Entities. Their wings were rusty and grey, covered in dust. He scoffed, hardly took care of the things. His own wings shuffled in pain, closed in on his back and bounded to the wall with chains. He wasn't used to being in this position. He'd always had his wings spread wide for the whole world to see, sunglasses on as he bathed in the sun with each step down the busy side-walks of Saloriel. Admiring the beautiful scenery, hitting on the ladies and gentlemen who watched him with envy. Damn, he just got an ugly thought. Levi Harondal, that venomous pretty boy! It was his fault he was in here, trapped in the dark, no light, no fun, no life. Everything was gone.

The sounds of sturdy heels against cold stone echoed throughout the room, great, miss Smarty Carp was here. He looked up to a lady wearing all crimson, with long wavy light blue hair that fell down her shoulders like waterfalls. The roots of her head and some of her hair were colored a rusty black, naturally that kind of look wouldn't have been possible in the past. But thanks to her, anything was possible.

”Pleasant as always to see your beautiful face,” Jensen spoke sarcastically. She looked with pleasure from a height at the man dying inside, tilting her head to the side at his remark.

”Oh, Jensen, cut the act out already. We all know you hate me, its quite alright.” Nothing stood out to him in this pale light except her dooming crystalline eyes.

"Whatever, wench just tell me when my trial is?" She started to laugh; with lips of poison she told him thus.

"What trial, you foolish clown? Stupid men like you belong in the ground! I wear a crown, you wear a sack. I am the law... all else, including parasites like you, are trivial?” She shook her head disappointingly and posed her simple yet luscious body against the cell and smirked at him. Jensen wanted to smack that calm expression right off her pretty face. If he wasn't in these chains, she'd be scared, very scared.

”Poetry, that's sweet and all, but I'm no poet...and I know it.” he replied cornily, ”Now, seriously, cut the analogies and get to the chase! You don't wear no damn crown, you're just a lab rat!” he hissed. She put up her pointer finger and shifted it back and forth.

”Ah, ah, ah. You can shout and you can yell, but from this day your home's this cell. No one comes here but those I command, your chances of freedom are none, I'm afraid." Her words echoed in the space, his hope ebbed away. With that she walked off, no elegance and only stiffness in her hips. With a dry throat, spent soul and head in a mess, the candle blew out.

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In my dream I see a man,
banished to the Tellus land.
Falling from the sky with broken wings,
she was sure it was Jensen Shackles, from his midnight, pitch black wings.
Why was he in her dreams?

The next dream is filled with many Angels
roaring, screaming, yelling, barking battle cries
Fighting, slashing, with their greedy blows
But a date, Sphira doesn't know.



Augoost 27th, 3047


Isn't that today!?

The next dream she sees her own kind
Grey skinned with bright red eyes
Dealing blue-prints with a light headed girl,
ordering Jensen's death and the start of war.



”Angelica, the time is now. Decree war!”


The next dream put Sphira into shakes,
Dwarves and humans torn limb by limb,
By robot 's hand but not by mind,
Children, parents, friends, all killed.

Rivers turn red burning in a Blaze of Glorious Fire;
For it's what they, the Alps, have for so long desired.
Flashes! Slashes! Screams! Cries! Blood! Disaster! Chaos!
She couldn't take it anymore!
Please, let her just wake up!


Sphira jolted up from her bed, sitting up right with harsh breathes. Sweat trickled down the sides of her face as azure markings dashed around her skin in a frenzy. What was that!? Was it a vision, or just a dream? Sometimes she hated to dream, the visions of fire and chaos never seemed to let her wake refreshed. She glanced to her right, where glowing vines that told time hung. Augoost 27, 3047. 3am.. The date mentioned in her dream. Beside her, her husband rustled in the bed, turning on his side with his back facing her. She reached over and pulled the stem of a bluebell flower and lighted up at her touch, shining light out onto their leaf bed and verdure room. Vines hung down from the canopy above. Blue and white roses grouped at the bases of trees watched in silence, never moving. The Queen stepped out of bed and hurried over to her fountain. It was across the room, between two big trees where roses with deadly thorns adorned the ground. Behind the fountain, their wall was made from vines that grew themselves into a snowflake. Through the cracks you could see small bluebell lanterns outside the Elvens homes, hanging from their porches. When would a peace like this spread throughout the whole world? Sphira gazed into her own reflection, staring into her deep brown eyes coated with tiny sapphires.

”Spirit of the earth, that watches over time.” Sphira recited, dipping her fingers into the water, letting the ripples flow over the clear surface. ”Ancestors of Elven legacy I call upon you, by war we are not bound,” The water glowed an effulgent beryl, and ice crystals gradually began to form from the bottom up. ”Tell me, Queen Sphira Leyroux, do you tell me a vision, of war to come?” At first, the water in the fountain moved lazily side to side. But then it became like monstrous waves that froze into sheets of crystalline ice. The object stood in silence, before shaking uncontrollably. Chattering and clinking, bits and pieces of ice popped off of it. Behind her, her husbands voice whispered.


”Sphira?” he asked, but she ignored him. The iced fountain burst apart, and mist surrounded her. Her husband could no longer see her. It was as if she was sucked into another world and white cloudy mist was her backdrop with sparkles of light filtering in here and there: Magenta, Cyan, Yellow, Lime, Violet, and Crimson. These small lights started to form together, making images. Crimson became dominate, and all Sphira could see was blood and gore. Lifeless bodies on the ground,limbs and organsof humans and Dwarves scattered across Tellus land. The image changed, morphing into the picture of Angelica Crystoff. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes, the Crystoffs? What did they have to do with the war? Again, the image changed. It displayed a portrait of an Angelic, wingless. She recognized him, he was the Shackles son. Parents who had been loyal to her and the Earth Crawlers mission since they were born. They gave their son for this mission, so that he could live in the world they had only dreamed of and read in history books. But she had seen him falling through the sky. Was he going to die? Or was it a metaphor?


”SPHIRA. THE IMAGES I SHOW YOU ARE TRUTH.” A booming voice echoed in the empty space, and could only be heard within the mist. She touched the image of Jensens face, and he disappeared.

”What does this all mean?” she asked,
up to the voice.

”THE WAR IS COMING TODAY. ” it voiced darkly.


”W-what?” she was in shock, the information Shackles parents had given to her-that they retrieved from their son- said the War was not to begin till 3 months from now. ”But that's not-”

”IT IS. THE ALPS HAVE INTERVENED. YOU MUST WARN THE DWARVES. GIVE THEM THE BLUE-PRINTS OF THE S.H.I.E.L.D. AND SEND OUT TWO ELVES TO WATCH THE WAR, THEIR PRESENCE IS VITAL.” He interrupted. Sphira ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, pacing back and forth. Why? Why did this have to happen? She foresaw the Dwarves victory a month ago. Curse time and history for being so tricky!


”Right away.” she was about to exit when he spoke again.

”SPHIRA...LET JENSEN COME.” were his last words before she exited the other dimension, a rip in time. She fell to her knees, it took so much magical energy out of her to talk to the Great Elven Spirit of Time. What had he meant by that? Let Jensen come.... Her husband rushed to her side, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face and gripping her shoulders.


”What did you see Sphira?” he was obviously concerned. So was she.

”I'll tell you later. Right now,” she lifted her head up and her eyes shined a light that burned nearly brighter then the sun. A fire with an icy hue. ”Get me Clara, Nara, and Sylzara.” the lights in her eyes shook before popping out, becoming bright, burning balls of will-o-wisps. They burst away, through the cracks in the vines of her snowflake. ”Hurry,”

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Clara felt someone approaching behind her, so she turned and was surprised to see Slyzara, one of the shortest elves she had ever encountered. Clara had tried to act like Sylzara for a day, and had found it equal parts challenging but at the same time relatively easy, and this contradiction had had her head spinning the entire twenty-four hours. On the one hand,Clara did not so openly invite herself to be thrown into conversation with others,but on the other foot,she spoke when need be, and it was difficult to explain to a five-year-old elven boy why she was hanging upside down in a tree a block from his home without talking.
If Clara wasn't thinking hard enough about one person, now she was completely confused on why another familiar girl(let's face it,everyone's familiar),Nara, whom Clara had took a liking to because of her superior knowledge of the races while still maintaining her soft-spoken,kind nature, was following a wisp into the room. Nara was a sight every season and was known for the changing of the colors of some of her features, so one could say she was a part of nature, crafted by the Mother Earth herself. She waved to Clara, and Clara gave a slight wave back, smiling a little, mostly because Nara always waved with her left hand which was amusing to the teen because Nara was right-handed.
"What's up?", she asked, and the girl found this humorous, since she could say such a slanged phrase with such a serious look.
”Good morning ladies...” The queen said to them now, and Clara did not think it was 'good' or 'morning' at all. The queen looked at them in turn, which made Clara tense on the inside to such an examination.
When she looks at me,what does she see?
”I do not have the time to chat, so I will get on with this quickly. The war starts today.” The queen sounded rush,agitated,but this was not Clara's first thought. Her first thought was, I should have seen the foreshadowing, and she cursed herself for being so careless as to not make a prediction. She did not have much time to bash on herself, since then the queen pointed at her,and then continued moving her finger across the room to Nara. ”You two will be paired together as partners and observe the war. Sending me detailed notes and reports, think of it as writing a history book. Don't leave anything out! Clara, that includes body language. I want you to watch the general and commanders of the angels closely. The first battle is to take place at a forest not far away from here, its near the religious tribe Wendigo." The queen was commanding now,certain of what she wanted,which was how Clara had classified her in the first place, but did not speculate on this for long because she felt so elated.
Her! A mission! To do what she did best! It was like someone finally noticing an apparent change in haircut, one that suited her face perfectly. She did not know why this simile was the first to resonate in her brain, but she felt too excited to care.
"I know an astounding amount of information of Wendigo." Wendigo was a tribe that centered around prayer and mediation, and the girl liked to observe their peacefulness and also their customs that were foreign to elves.
Queen Sphira then turned her attention the Sylzara, and gave her a separate mission.”Sylzara, you will be delivering this scroll to the Miruvorren Dwarf. Ivan Mcderfinsmear. He already knows of us, we've delivered information to him before.” The king himself handed her a scroll and Clara observed him whispering to her 'good luck'. The presence of the king had not escaped her, and she reminded herself to add to her notebook that the king fiddled with his hands and twitched his eyes when he was idle and sleepy.”It is the blueprint for S.H.I.E.L.D., a ship with barriers that the Angels will not be able to penetrate. Help them in any way you can, and cover your ears. Don't disclose your cover to anyone else but Ivan." Ooh, a cover! Would she get a cover? Then, her violet backpack appeared at her feet, thrown 'graciously' by King Xexel, and Clara noticed similar bags traveling to the two other elves.
”We've already packed your bags, use magic to communicate to me and the birds to send the written reports. Oh! And one more thing....if you happen to meet a Jensen Shackles, notify me immediately. His profile is already included in your bags. Now hurry, and good luck!” Jensen Shackles. Peculiar name, but she was already making predictions about his personality. Probably dark, possibly handsome, maybe he wore metal bracelets and was skilled in martial arts and cooking gourmet meals.
Clara absorbed every emotion of the present party's faces. The queen, still, her fingers curling slightly into her palm,her dress shifting slightly as she moved, her expression full of conflicting emotions of what was to come. The king, Sphira's best supporter and the prime example of a good husband, his hand light on her shoulder, his face taut with expectancy and her heavy words. The girls, looking down, and she knew both of them, however rushed the speech, were trying to grasp that they had an important agenda now, and they would probably would struggle with this thought for a long time. She, however, could not say she empathized with them. She was already calculating, already formulating plans, and had an obvious one stuck in her brain she couldn't shake.
"Of course, Your Majesty!", she responded excitedly, and walked over to Nara with an equally euphoric demeanor and told her, "I already have a pretty great plan.Let's get out of here!" The threat of her parents had diminished, since no one could say no the royalty, and she could not say she would miss them. Her brothers' daily antics and her sister's calming effect on them would be missed,though. She turned to Slyzara, and waved. "Good luck to you!"
She took her bag, and opened the bag the Queen had had packed for her. Some of her best clothes, her best accessories,her best shoes, a bit of her snacks, some other beneficial items. What an intuition these people had! She walked out of the ballroom, which was familiar to her whenever the palace hosted a ball, and Clara would always dress up and pretend to be an esteemed, courteous young lady who was looking for love for those long,cold,winter nights. She grinned at the memory, and looked over her shoulder to Nara, who was still lingering. Why? This was the best thing that has ever happened to anyone, and she's just standing there!










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The sight of the ladies steeds did much to bolster Sylzara's spirits about the long journey ahead. Heading over to another stag she grinned as he lowered his head to but against her chest affectionately. Taller than the one Nara had chosen by only a hand, this one was tawny with two tan streaks down his back, and a sprinkling of white fur spots. Young, he was nevertheless able to carry her easily.

Tying her pack to the side of his saddle she mounted him easily. No reigns were visible, but none were needed as he had come to help of his own free will. The same applied to the other two mounts as well, who though similarly marked, were each different in the way of their kind.

Pulling bow from where it was attached to her backpack before attaching it to her back via the strap attached to the case, Sylzara also pulled out the file on the man the queen was having the three girls keep an eye out for. Guiding the stag till he was heading in the right direction Sylzara cracked open the file and proceeded to read.

JENSEN SHACKLES
Know Aliases: Yulrik Jingles, Jensen Shackles,

Age: 29
Gender: Male
Birth Date: Januast' 17th, 3018

Taught martial arts by father and info gathering from mother.

Had wings cut upon arrival to Tellus. Caught dealing to Earth Crawlers Resistance caused him to be banished to Tellus.
whereabouts: unknown.

The image the folder contained showed a mans body with cut wings, and muscles that proved to Sylzara he knew how to fight. Black hair, strong facial features and a measure that showed him about 6 feet, completed the profile packet she had been given.

not exactly alot to go on Sylzara thought to herself before her thoughts turned to the mission she was running for the queen. Such were the thoughts that continued to run through Sylzara's head as she traveled towards the dwarven kingdom, though she still remained on constant alert against bandits.