Years after the defeat of Dane, the O'Mara twins married the Winchester brothers and had a normal life; their own white picket fence, apple pie, happily ever after ending. That is, until the four were killed by demons, forcing their kids to fend for themselves. They had no idea of the secrets of their parent's mysterious past until they stumble upon four journals. It was then that they realized what made them orphans, and that they must exact their revenge.
(*claps hands* Yay! So, I need to do the skellie for Lara, my eldest Riley/Dean daughter, who I'll rp as. But I probably won't be able to do much tonight. I'm gonna go to bed early cause I have another am shift in the morning. But I should be able to get at least a skellie done.)
(Kay. I'll probably RP as Sam and Vi's youngest, Ellen. I'll do that Skellie tonight. And yeah, you should sleep.)
(Hey, Meg, I'm sorry I've taken so long. Today was very long and I'm in a lot of pain, I'll do my best to post my skellie tonight.)
(I just got off of work, take your time.)
Name: Lanara "Lana" Winchester
Looks: Lana is the spitting image of her mother, with a dash of her father thrown in. Her vibrant red hair, long and wavy, is always up in a high ponytail, the ends falling around her shoulders. She is thin and lithe, her fingers spidery. Her eyes aren't the bright green of her mother, but the darker, brown speckled, green of her father.
Her cheekbones are high, and freckles cover her face like snow. Like her mother and her aunt, she's a beautiful young woman. She's much more accepting of her looks, but dislikes any attention she recieves about it.
For all her elegence, Lana is quite the tomboy. She always wears boots, and a large jacket that hangs down past her hips. The look, though unusual, is flattering.
Personality: Lana Winchester did not miss out on any of the O'Mara stubborness, and absolute disregard for danger. She's tough, stubborn, extremely smart, rational, hot headed yet calm, and is quite willing the get into a fight if she deems the situation calls for it.
She is fiercly protective of her siblings and cousins. Though Violet and Sam's children aren't her brothers or sisters, they've always acted as if they were, and always referred to themselves as such.
Before she and her siblings had discovered who there parents had been before, Lana had been preparing to go to law school, like her Uncle Sam had planned all those years ago.
Bio: Lana had been the one to discover the journals. They were hidden in the attic of her home in a locked box. One day, when she was seventeen, she'd been practicing her lockpicking, and had let her curiosity get the better of her. She'd seen the scars her parents carried, both the physical and mental ones. Her mother had never told her how she got the thin coating of metal over parts of her hands and fingers, but Lana found out the day she read the journals.
The kids had aptly named themselves the Winchester Army. Lana didn't hesitate to call a meeting to share what she'd found. All kids decided it would be best to not tell their parents that they knew now what they had been hiding. Like their parents, they hoped the past would stay in the past. It didn't.
Riley, Violet, Sam, and Dean Winchester were killed on October 13th in a house fire. Violet and Sam's house. John's journal had been amongst her parents, and deep inside, Lana knew the way her parents, aunt and uncle had died was a mockery of the past. She knew that in their last moments, Sam and Dean thought of their mother and Jess, and Riley and Violet remembered their parents. It made Lana's blood boil.
Now, six months later, the Winchester Army has sworn to get revenge for the death of their parents. And they won't stop until somebody pays.
Name: Ellen Mary "Em" Winchester.
Looks: Em is the perfect mix of her parents. She has soft brown waves that fall to her slender shoulders. She is thin and wispy with bright green eyes peeking out from under her dark lashes. Her skin is sun-kissed and smooth, her young face pretty. SHe is actually quite tall, almost as tall as her brother (who had been given the nickname Moose I must add.).
Personality: Em tends to avoid conflict when possible, skiddish like her mother. She is stubborn though, good with weapons, smart, and agile. She loves her siblings and adores her cousins like they were her siblings.She had been planning to go into journalism before the accident and was working on creative writing, mostly supernatural fiction.
Bio: Em was there with Lana when she found the journals, they all were. She had always been told to ostay out of the attic of her parent's and aunt and uncle's house. She was horrified to find weapons and guns and a locked metal box which held two journals. She bet there were two just like it at her house and she was right. She was only able to find them after the fire. She missed her father terribly, having been closest to him. She longed everyday to see him and her mother again. She didn't want to fight but she knew her parent desered revenge.
She now stays with her cousins and siblings, every night crying herself to sleep over the loss of her parents.
(Did you want to start or should I?)
(You can start if you'd like. How are we going to start it? Like, where, when, etc..)
(What about at dean and Riley's, they're getting ready to leave?)
((Is that okay?)
(Oooh, I'm sorry. I've kinda been on a mini vacation so I haven't been online much. But yes, that should work fine :) Would you like to start? btw I'll be another day maybe less before I'm able to post)
(Yeah, I'll do it in the morning, I'm half asleep... Night!)
(Whoops, forgot to post this.)
Em whimpered and tossed in her sleep. She saw the house burning...her parents burning... She screamed loudly and shot up, pulling the pistol out from under her pillow. Tears rolled down her face as she looked around at her siblings in the spare room. She fell back and whimpered. "D-daddy..."
Lana had her elbows propped against the top of her desk, a glass of sco.tch slowly twirling beneath her fingers. Her father would have never approved.
The journals were laid out in front of her, strings and random pieces of paper marking specific spots. Her tired eyes moved across the pages before landing on a photo tucked in the corner. Dean, Riley, Sam, and Violet, all bunched together, all smiling, she could tell Dean had his hand on his wife's as.s. Lana snorted in amusement. She didn't know who'd taken the picture, she'd known--even before she found the journals--that neither she nor her cousins' parents really had anybody left.
Suddenly, a shriek cut through the air and Lana stiffened, her hand falling to her hip out of reflex. Em.
Lana sighed and rubbed her face, debating on whether she should try to comfort her little sister or let her be. Lana had spent many nights curled around her little siblings, trying her best to ward away the pain and nightmares that came with the burning to death of your parents. But sometimes she just couldn't, sometimes she had to hide in a bottle of sco.tch and let them work it out themselves.
JJ gently knocked on the door. "You shouldn't do this to yourself Lana... You need sleep." She went to her and touched her hair. She smiled slightly at the picture. "They looked so happy..."
Lana glanced over her shoulder as one of their youngest came into the room. "Yeah, yeah they do."
Lana shifted in her seat to wrap her arms around JJ. "What are you doing up, hon?"
JJ sighed and rubbed her back. "Couldn't sleep honey. I was trying to get Em back to sleep again." She patted er hair and stared at the wall. "It's tough being the older sibling..."
Em trudged in and sniffled, plopping down on the floor. "Hey guys..."
(Ugh, I keep getting the ages mixed up)
Lana closed her eyes and sighed, hair touching, her one weakness.
"Yeah, I know."
She removed her arms from around JJ and glanced around her to see Ellen. "Hey, Em, how are you doing? Another nightmare?"