Gloria

Name: Gloria  (vessel is Candace "Candi" Moore *gags*)
Nicknames: At the workplace in front of clients, Nick calls her Miss Gloria.  Behind the scenes, she goes by bitch, baby, sugartits, whatever.
Gender: female
Age/DOB: Young (born March 4, 1928... died September 7, 1952)
Occupation: Secretary/Personal Assistant to Nick Scott (Surak's lackey)
Member Group: demons
Playby: Scarlett Johansson




Likes:
Depressed, lonely drunks (such easy targets)
Spending money
Celebrity gossip
Rough sex
Finding victims clients for Surak Nick and being rewarded or recognized for a job well done
Dislikes:
People who think she cares about how they're feeling
Grown women who giggle like little girls
Grown men who giggle like little girls
Filthy places, like skeevy motels and the back seat of a taxi
Dreams: To see Surak become the new King of the Crossroads and to be promoted to crossroads demon herself.
Strengths/Special Abilities:
Low-level demonic abilities as listed in the Supernatural wiki
Seduction, manipulation and charm
Acting - she can play any role you put in front of her: the damsel in distress, the strong business-woman, the soccer mom, you name it
Weaknesses: 
Devil's Trap
Salt
Iron
Holy water
Palo Santo
Flesh sigils
Holy fire
Purified blood
Angel's Touch
Exorcism
The Colt
Ruby's knife

Personality (At least 2 paragraphs):
Gloria was born to serve.  She likes doing a good job and being rewarded for doing so.  She is particularly fond of her current position and her boss, Surak, because he not only gives her the freedom and encouragement to make her life fun, he also recognizes when she has done her job well and most often rewards her accordingly.  Of course, he also won't hesitate to tear her a new one (sometimes literally) if she fails at a task he has given her, so she puts every bit of effort into making sure that doesn't happen.

She likes to act... to play different roles in order to acquire willing victims for her boss.  Gloria takes great pride in her skills as a con artist, but at the end of the day, she loves to just watch them bleed.  She is very much a sadomasochist, but she enjoys psychologically tormenting humans just as much as physically torturing them... well, almost as much.  Bottom line, Gloria does whatever her superiors tell her to do, but that doesn't mean she doesn't indulge in a little side project once in a while.



Parents: Lucifer (vessel:  Eric and Ginger Moore)
Siblings: none
Important others: Gloria's vessel has a truckload of friends who are 'just as stupid as she is' and are still scratching their heads wondering what the heck happened to her.




History (at least 2-3 good paragraphs):
Gloria was born Abigail Martin just around the time of the start of the Great Depression.  The economy was in the pits, and as a result, she grew up without many common comforts that young children need, and parents who were far too depressed to really give her the attention required to help her grow up healthy and happy.  However, her basic needs were met... she always had food to eat and a roof over her head, but most often they barely scraped by.  By the time she became a teenager, the economy was starting to recover.  However, Abigail's father had a more difficult time finding employment than some other girls her age, and her social life suffered.

She was often ridiculed for old, her hand-me-down clothes and her frail, skinny frame.  This was during the age when girls often felt a huge need to fit in, but Abigail found it difficult to make friends and spent more time after school crying than she did with dry eyes.  And then one day she met him.  He was suave and sophisticated, far too old for her but she found him intriguing just the same.  Maybe it was the Scottish accent.  Or maybe it was the fact that he didn't treat her like the dirt on the bottom of his polished shoes.  He was the first person to really take the time to listen to her, and then he offered to give her ten years of the life she could only dream of, to which she barely hesitated before agreeing.

The kiss that sealed the deal was awkward at best (he was old enough to be her father, for crying out loud), but as promised, Crowley turned her entire world upside down.  It was only the next day that her family came in to serious money... an inheritance from a wealthy distant relative.  Abigail's new-found fortune became the talk of the town, and the envy of those girls who used to disrespect and ridicule her.  She even went on to graduate high school and became involved with a local theater group, where she happily pursued a career in acting.  Unfortunately, of course, that career was cut short at the young age of 26, when the hell hounds came and dragged her to hell.

It honestly didn't take long for Abigail to choose to get off the rack and start torturing souls.  At first she would put the faces of those girls back in high school to her victims in her mind, but after a while, she found she enjoyed tormenting them and didn't need to do so anymore.  Once Lucifer was locked away and Crowley took over as King of Hell, she was put under the command of a crossroads demon named Surak.  Abigail chose the new name Gloria for herself, an homage to one of her favorite film actresses, Gloria Holden.  Gloria took this as a great opportunity to learn, though she thoroughly missed slicing and carving into the souls on the rack.

Recently, when Surak took over the host of the attorney Nick Scott, he fired the elderly secretary/assistant who had spent over 25 years working for Nick and with his father before him, and proceeded to hire some stupid blonde, big-breasted bimbo named Candi Moore that he met in a lingerie shop, much to the chagrin of the other employees of the law firm.  It was this vessel that he ordered Gloria to occupy, surprising her co-workers with not only her high intelligence but also her amazing work ethic.  If they only knew...



Name: Jendi
RP experience: lots
Other Characters: Dean Winchester, Sofiel, Lailah Foster
RP Sample: 

The worst thing about this situation was that Dean had absolutely no idea where to even take his brother. Normally in a situation like this, he would have called for Cas. But he had already tried that, and there was no answer. He didn't even want to think about what that meant right now. The prospect of Sam possibly dying was enough to worry about.

He wondered if he had managed to even reach him in time. Had Sam managed to actually get through to Crowley? Had Dean arrived just a moment too late to stop the final trial? Had he once again failed at saving his brother?

With a heavy sigh, he rested his left arm on the car door and rubbed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, having not even realized the headache was coming on until it was hitting him full force. The wind rushing by as he drove felt good against his flushed cheeks and he realized that it had been quite some time since he had really been afforded the time to relax. He could still see the occasional shooting star in the horizon as he drove and he couldn't really decide if it made him want cry or if it made him want to laugh at the irony of hundreds, maybe thousands, of people around the world making wishes on falling angels. Poor bastards.

When the stars in the sky began to blur into soft, glowing white balls, he realized that he was starting to drift off, and he shook his head and sat up straighter. He needed something to keep his eyes open, so he reached over and flipped on the radio, casting a sideways glance to his brother in the passenger seat as he turned up the volume a bit, his eyes widening slightly when he saw how lifeless he looked. "Hey!" he shouted over the music, punching Sam in the arm to get his attention. "Stay awake! You hear me?!"