A sarcastic 26 year old who has no idea what's going on with her life.
I have a steady Buzz all of the time, so don't be surprised by my excitement.
I'm an introvert, with little human-interaction. I'm a Hunter of supernatural beings and always alone
M!A: None but accepting.
(Independent Multiverse RP blog; Will RP with any fandom. She's basically almost like a female Dean Winchester and Damon Salvatore combined but a bit happier..)
(Mun/Muse over 18)
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and you’re willing to RP over Skype if a partner drops you an ask :)
"Possessed by what? The stupid idea of getting totally wrecked on a weekday?"
He took her hand to help pull him to his feet. “It’s Wednesday.”
"Demon, actually." She stated simply, not really caring if the other thought she was joking.
Sharlene shook her head, “Lost two days, that’s pretty good, I got here fast.” She laughed lightly, shaking her head. “I’m Sharlene, sorry, I gather you don’t remember that introduction.”
Teddy squeezed his eyes shut. “I must’ve drunk something.” He muttered, slowly pushing himself into a sitting position. “Why else would I feel so shitty?”
He let out another rather pained groan and cracked open an eye, squinting around the room. “I don’t even remember coming in to work today.”
She reached her hand out to help him out so he wasn’t putting up too much strain. “Weird, usually people remember gettin’ possessed,” She shrugged and stood, offering him her hand to help him up.
"That would be because you haven’t been you in awhile, what day do you think it is?"
He would have replied had he not been choking on his own smoky form as he was forced from Teddy’s body.
Suddenly being in control of his body again hit Teddy like a truck and he collapse with a gasp, panting harshly and cradling his head.
"Oh God…" He groaned, wincing. "Christ, how much did I drink…?"
Sharlene watched, waiting for all of the smoke to be gone before she even thought about anything else.
The blonde knelt down brushing her hair back behind her ear as she checked on him.
"Well, fortunately for you you probably didn’t drink anythin’, just relax a moment. Would y’like some water?" Giving him a sweet smile, a quick change from her anger at the Demon and the kindness she showed toward the professor.
|the-fool-and-the-guard asked: "There is someones gorgeous smile." Shilo purred, coming from behind Sharlene in order to wrap his arms around her. "And hello gorgeous." the blond smiled as he brought his face to the side of hers. Lips meeting at the corner of her own. Arms wrapping secure around her waist.|
She turned her head to look at him, laughing lightly and nuzzling him as she relaxed back into his chest, “Hey, love.” She said softly, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment. “I’ve missed you.”
"Yes…always." he cooed with a gently placed chuckle. "Till my dying breath and yes you may hold me to it." the blond answered both seriously and honestly. But everything seemed to melt, once she continued to touch him, he wanted nothing more than focus on the silk of her skin along the rough of his own. Where his heart deemed the most calm and collected. Shilo did not know how she did it, but any moment in her company and he felt every part of him that was negative, lift. He had never had that happen before.
As the chuckle shook him for a second round, lips were returned to Sharlene’s with a need for more attention. “You make it all the better of course.” he says, practically lifting the other blonde up and wrapping her leg around his waist for secure placement. “My beautiful woman…my strong woman…my fighter.” he rattled off, “How I got lucky with you, I will never understand.”
Sharlene couldn’t help but smile at him, at his words and love. “I plan to, my love.” Her voice soft as she watched him, those bold blue eyes softened to watch him with that affectionate gaze. Her fingers feeling the slight stubble that started growing in from his time away. Leaning forward she pressed a gentle kiss on his lips, touching her nose to his and closing her eyes a moment to memorize the moment. She relaxed entirely, something only he’d be able to do, just as he’d chased her nightmares away, though when he left those large amounts of time they crept back in with new ones with thoughts of losing him.
She met each of his kisses easily, arms slipping around his neck so her fingers could play with his short blond hair. “I’m glad,” She giggled as he lifted her easily, her legs holding around his waist with ease as she kept close to him. “Always yours, my love, always.” She watched him and smiled, “I ask myself that every day.”
Sharlene sat alone, viewing the lake ahead of her, sketchbook in hand as her pencil had stopped moving a long moment as she zoned out looking at the way the breeze rippled the water. She only snapped out of it when she felt the weight on the bench shift next to her.
Her head turned, looking to the other, “Oh, hi,” She gave them a sweet smile and turned her eyes back to her sketchbook.
"Perhaps we should land on their ship?" the Doctor suggested and before she could say anything, he let out a big grin and started to put in the coordinates. "Do you have any weapons on you? I’d have to actually hurt them, but if they point weapons at us, I wouldn’t mind pointing back."
"I feel like you’re the type who doesn’t like guns, Doctor, and I always have a couple on hand.. just in case." Looking curiously at the coordinates, "If we attack them aren’t we just lowering ourselves to their level?"
It was a mixture of black and red; the walls were shedding and the door was rather rickety, but it was still his home. Thankfully, the inside was rather big so Theo could mix and match everything according to his taste. “We can see your motel later, yes.” He mumbled absentmindedly before walking upstairs, where his apartment is located. The man pushed his key inside, revealing his place. “Home sweet home. Come in.”
Sharlene looked around as she followed him to the apartment, up to the front door. She Waiting patiently for him to open it she followed him inside, looking around, gasping. “Wow, it’s amazin’, Theo, really, I like it.” She answered, smiling warmly at him as she looked around his place, keeping her hands to herself and not touching anything, really having never had a place to call her own, so she respected others places in turn.
Age: Twenty Six
Parents: Anne and Michael
Love interest: (As a multimuse blog I shall name a few but sorry If I missed any:) Aleks, Wheaton, Sam, Henry, Sam, Dean, Dean, Tony, Bruce, Shilo, and Tony
Hobbies: Hunting things, Saving people, the family business… Also art and Singing.
Positive personality trait: Tends to be kind.
Negative personality trait: Has been alone and gets a bit snappy unintentionally.
Weapon of choice: Gun
Weak or strong mentally: Strong
Selfish or selfless: Selfless
Something my muse is good at: Saving innocent lives.
Something my muse is bad at: Trusting.
Why my muse is well-thought-of: Gives second chances when others would not..
Why muse is detested: Hunts monsters for a living, especially demons.
Good memory: The first time she took her Mustang for a ride after having worked hard for years on it.
Bad memory: The death of her mother, father, and brother right in front of her eyes.
Optimist, pessimist, realist, cynical: Realist
“I don’t believe I said anything about killing you,” Michael said, almost amused by her assumption. Humans always seemed to assume anyone and anything was trying to kill them. It was a mindset that reeked of arrogance and self obsession, and more often than not Michael used it to his advantage. “And that would depend entirely on whether you are attempting to kill my allies.”
"It’s cute that you think that I’m going by what you say and not the actions you have done." She shut her laptop, slipping from the uncomfortable bed to stand tall just a few feet from the other. "Unfortunately as a hunter, I’m always on someone’s radar, if not yours, the vampire I’m currently here for." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I’ve stopped dealing with Angels, though occasionally one finds me on accident, which is annoying as hell… pardon the pun."