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Sleeper Character: Balthazar Username: delightme Canon: Supernatural Canon point: Post The Man Who Knew Too Much, episode 6. 22 Age: eons old, looks early-mid 40’s Appearance: Standing at a height of 6’00”-6’03”, with a lean body, blond hair, and blue eyes, Balthazar doesn’t exactly cut the most imposing of figures. The way he carries himself screams self-induced boredom, like he’s done everything under the sun and can’t find anyone else to bother, but despite that, he does walk and stand with confidence. Every expression is carefully calculated to make him seem like the one with all cards and to make others feel less than deserving to even exist in his presence.
Balthazar is also one of those types who won’t make do with just jeans and a t-shirt. Apparently, the first thing he learned to do when he took his unannounced vacation on Earth was accessorize. Seen frequently in a low-cut, v-neck shirt, a black blazer, black jeans, and leather boots, he dresses like he’s hot-shit and everyone should know it. He is also always seen wearing a silver necklace and two, thick, silver rings. Essentially, he’s just a flashy bastard.
Personality: If only one word had to be used to describe Balthazar, it would probably be apathy. The hedonistic angel is many things, and most of them aren’t the most flattering way to describe a person. At first glance, Balthazar seems like he’s nothing more than a sarcastic know-it-all with a penchant for making you feel like a complete idiot at best of times and a waste of space at worst of times. Unfortunately, that’s his superficial personality in a nutshell. It’s unsure if he has always been like this or if he picked up some of his worst traits while on Earth, but the fact of the matter is that he’s kind of an unforgivable asshole and he doesn’t really seem to mind.
Balthazar has a nasty habit of using people for things he wants. From sex to power to protection, what Balthazar wants, he gets. If another person has something of interest to him, he would be willing to trade whatever he can, but more often than not, he’d rather just swindle them out of it. Of course, even if he does trade for what he wants, don’t think it’ll be fair. The blond, booze-drinking angel has something of a silver tongue and could probably sell a desert to a man dying of thirst if there was even a hint of an oasis being in it. Fortunately, if his victim proves to be smarter than the average bear, he might take pity on them just for being entertaining.
But probably the trait that sticks out most in a person’s mind if they were to meet Balthazar would be his annoying, overuse of sarcasm. In fact, that seems to be the only language he speaks, and yes, he speaks it fluently. He’s Mr. Wit, quick to shutdown or diffuse a conversation with one smartass retort. Even standing his ground against Raphael failed to make his brand of mockery waver. Balthazar is very quick to point out other’s failings and stupidity, often sparing a moment of his precious time to throw in a clever remark. Although he likes to point out how these so-called idiots could be doing whatever is it they’re doing better, he’ll rarely lift a finger to help. If the outcome could bother whatever safety net he’s established for himself, he’ll do the minimum work to get through the problem. He’s also guilty of never turning his own critical eye against himself, never admitting out-loud his guilt of anything he’s done. In fact, a less-informed person would say he seems to revel in all the decadent sinning he’s been doing since away from home.
Although his carefully, constructed mask of indifference is nearly unbreakable, there are times when others can catch him unawares. Balthazar feels like he needs to be in control of situations, almost as if it makes him feel safer. He relies on others to be predictable, to be able to read people, but when something comes out of left field, Balthazar almost falls apart. When the situation is no longer in his control, he scrambles to get back on top of everything, to find out what went wrong and how he might be able to fix it. The charade that he’s in control still sticks out of habit, but it’s easier for people to see right through it. On the surface, Balthazar may seem cool, collected, and confident, but those who know how to look will see through it all.
Despite his poise, Balthazar can act like, at times, a selfish brat. His hedonistic lifestyle is more akin to a punk kid trying to rebel against his father’s rules than anything he truly enjoys. Balthazar doesn’t really handle people he cares about leaving him very well, and couldn’t deal with not only his Father leaving, but his best and, arguably, only friend also skipping out. Instead of continuing to uphold his “honorable soldier” image, he simply escaped from it and began drowning himself in a mixture of bodies, alcohol, and drugs. After all, if there was no one left to make him follow the rules or even make him want to follow them, he was going to do whatever the hell he wanted. Who would care, otherwise? He claims he’s just following in Castiel’s footsteps, but the truth of the matter is, it’s his own passive-aggressive way of getting back at them without actually facing the reality of his problem.
At this point, one might wonder if there are actually any good traits about Balthazar, to which the answer would be a resounding “kind of.” Even though he ran to escape the Civil War in Heaven and wants nothing more to do with the idiots upstairs, he still manages to come running to Castiel’s help every time the angel is in a corner. The blonde, wise-cracking angel may be lazy, crude, and a bit selfish at times, but he’s extremely loyal to those he considers important in his life. Family is family and friends are few and far between after all is said and done. If asked, Balthazar might find it in his shriveled heart to actually help someone out. Well, if he likes them. You see, underneath all the layers of scotch, cynicism, and wise-cracking, there is a good person. It just takes a little digging to find him.
Balthazar started out just like any other angel in heaven. He was a loyal soldier, brother, and son; he loved his family, and looked up to his four older brothers. He had friends, although none of them ever seemed to quite match up to Castiel, his greatest friend and ally. Everything was good.
Well, until the humans came along. Initially, Balthazar viewed them with a detached interest; they were his Father’s creation, after all, so he respected them like all the others things God had ever created. He didn’t bother himself in Earthly affairs, though, staying close to his family and his garrison. Humans never really crossed his mind, at least not until The Argument, which ended in Lucifer getting thrown out of Heaven and a deep divide being driven between the lower angels. That was about the time that his life started getting complicated, and overall, he hated complication.
Suddenly, humans seemed like the enemy and Balthazar couldn’t help but turn his nose up at them, considering them nothing more than the unwanted stepchildren who drew on everything with crayons and set fire to things just because they could. He refused to interact with them and found himself amused when horrible things befell them. He’d find it ironic, later, when Castiel, Uriel, and he were charged with rescuing The Righteous Man from Hell. Even after all was said and done, and Castiel had made it his goal to keep the stupid human in line, Balthazar still would have nothing to do with the monkeys down below.
But that wasn’t the end of his problems. Far from it; in fact, the whole business with The Righteous Man is probably what started ALL of his problems. The apocalypse was ramping up and all the angels seemed to be in a tizzy, well, all except himself. You see, Balthazar liked Earth and all its exciting things to do, but not enough to defend it. He didn’t care about the prize-fight either; actually, he found it to be nothing more than a big, pissing match which he was resolute in staying away from. He also found himself caring less and less about the politics in Heaven; Dad was gone, after all, and no one could ever take his place. In fact, the only thing he could find himself giving a single fuck about was Castiel and the fact that, slowly but surely, his friend was siding with the humans over his family. More importantly, siding with the Winchesters, which was getting him into all kinds of trouble: trouble that was getting other angels sent after him to either bring him back to Heaven for punishment or just outright killing him. Balthazar found himself fighting his own brothers and sisters for Castiel’s sake, and his sake alone. Still, though, he couldn’t help but feel a bit betrayed; Castiel had practically turned his back on Heaven and couldn’t even bother to ask Balthazar to come with him. Despite that, he fought for his friend, trying to keep under the radar for as long as possible.
Of course, then the Apocalypse became The-Prophecy-That-Wasn’t and full on anarchy broke out in Heaven. To keep himself from getting killed, now pinpointed by Raphael as being Castiel’s ally and therefore an enemy of Heaven, Balthazar faked his own death, rustled up the Weapons of Heaven, and got the hell out of Dodge. Fed up with all the bullshit of Heaven, of Earth, of Angels, and of the Winchesters, Balthazar decided to take an unending vacation to do whatever the hell he wanted. Somehow, he managed to stay off of Heaven’s radar long enough to discover what a good drink tasted like, what good sex was like, and how it felt to just absolutely forget. Unfortunately, Balthazar knew he couldn’t just sit back and enjoy life; although he had escaped Heaven, he knew there was always a chance that someone would find him and kill him. He needed power for that not to happen, which was when he got the idea: use the Weapons of Heaven to give others favors in exchanges for their souls. Balthazar knew souls were powerhouses full of energy for him to use should he ever need it, and thus, he began moonlighting as a crossroads demon, selling the power of heaven for just one measly soul. It’s never told how many souls he managed to collect or how many weapons he had since used, but it wasn’t long after he began doing this that Castiel popped back into his life.
He was happy to see his friend after so long (years, lifetimes to angels), ecstatic really. He gladly stated that no matter what happened between them (which, honestly, nothing had happened between them that Balthazar himself hadn’t caused), he had Castiel’s back 100%. To prove it, he broke out Lot’s Salt and used it to completely destroy Raphael’s vessel before the dick of an archangel could kill Castiel. From there, he interacted with the Winchesters on a few, unpleasant occasions (all of which amounted to Dean being beyond pissed off, which just amused him to no end), but mostly he stuck by Castiel, trying to help him overthrow Raphael. Balthazar didn’t account for how desperate his friend was to beat their brother and never imagined to what lengths dear Cassie would go to. When he learned of Castiel’s plan, from those damn Winchesters of all people, he had the equivalent of heart attack. Immediately, he hunted his brother-in-arms down and proceeded to interrogate him about his crackpot idea. When it seemed that Castiel was completely serious and dead-set on going through with the plan, Balthazar was forced to create an alliance with the Winchesters or risk losing his friend to this sudden psychological break. For a time, he played a double-agent, going back and forth between Castiel and the brothers. Finally, it was do or die, and even though Balthazar desperately tried to keep up his façade, Castiel eventually figured out that he was helping Dean and Sam try to stop him.
It figures that the moment Balthazar starts to actually do something about the situation around him, it gets him killed for real, and by his best friend, no less. C'est la vie.
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Character: Balthazar
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Canon: Supernatural
Canon point: Post The Man Who Knew Too Much, episode 6. 22
Age: eons old, looks early-mid 40’s
Appearance: Standing at a height of 6’00”-6’03”, with a lean body, blond hair, and blue eyes, Balthazar doesn’t exactly cut the most imposing of figures. The way he carries himself screams self-induced boredom, like he’s done everything under the sun and can’t find anyone else to bother, but despite that, he does walk and stand with confidence. Every expression is carefully calculated to make him seem like the one with all cards and to make others feel less than deserving to even exist in his presence.
Balthazar is also one of those types who won’t make do with just jeans and a t-shirt. Apparently, the first thing he learned to do when he took his unannounced vacation on Earth was accessorize. Seen frequently in a low-cut, v-neck shirt, a black blazer, black jeans, and leather boots, he dresses like he’s hot-shit and everyone should know it. He is also always seen wearing a silver necklace and two, thick, silver rings. Essentially, he’s just a flashy bastard.
Personality: If only one word had to be used to describe Balthazar, it would probably be apathy. The hedonistic angel is many things, and most of them aren’t the most flattering way to describe a person. At first glance, Balthazar seems like he’s nothing more than a sarcastic know-it-all with a penchant for making you feel like a complete idiot at best of times and a waste of space at worst of times. Unfortunately, that’s his superficial personality in a nutshell. It’s unsure if he has always been like this or if he picked up some of his worst traits while on Earth, but the fact of the matter is that he’s kind of an unforgivable asshole and he doesn’t really seem to mind.
Balthazar has a nasty habit of using people for things he wants. From sex to power to protection, what Balthazar wants, he gets. If another person has something of interest to him, he would be willing to trade whatever he can, but more often than not, he’d rather just swindle them out of it. Of course, even if he does trade for what he wants, don’t think it’ll be fair. The blond, booze-drinking angel has something of a silver tongue and could probably sell a desert to a man dying of thirst if there was even a hint of an oasis being in it. Fortunately, if his victim proves to be smarter than the average bear, he might take pity on them just for being entertaining.
But probably the trait that sticks out most in a person’s mind if they were to meet Balthazar would be his annoying, overuse of sarcasm. In fact, that seems to be the only language he speaks, and yes, he speaks it fluently. He’s Mr. Wit, quick to shutdown or diffuse a conversation with one smartass retort. Even standing his ground against Raphael failed to make his brand of mockery waver. Balthazar is very quick to point out other’s failings and stupidity, often sparing a moment of his precious time to throw in a clever remark. Although he likes to point out how these so-called idiots could be doing whatever is it they’re doing better, he’ll rarely lift a finger to help. If the outcome could bother whatever safety net he’s established for himself, he’ll do the minimum work to get through the problem. He’s also guilty of never turning his own critical eye against himself, never admitting out-loud his guilt of anything he’s done. In fact, a less-informed person would say he seems to revel in all the decadent sinning he’s been doing since away from home.
Although his carefully, constructed mask of indifference is nearly unbreakable, there are times when others can catch him unawares. Balthazar feels like he needs to be in control of situations, almost as if it makes him feel safer. He relies on others to be predictable, to be able to read people, but when something comes out of left field, Balthazar almost falls apart. When the situation is no longer in his control, he scrambles to get back on top of everything, to find out what went wrong and how he might be able to fix it. The charade that he’s in control still sticks out of habit, but it’s easier for people to see right through it. On the surface, Balthazar may seem cool, collected, and confident, but those who know how to look will see through it all.
Despite his poise, Balthazar can act like, at times, a selfish brat. His hedonistic lifestyle is more akin to a punk kid trying to rebel against his father’s rules than anything he truly enjoys. Balthazar doesn’t really handle people he cares about leaving him very well, and couldn’t deal with not only his Father leaving, but his best and, arguably, only friend also skipping out. Instead of continuing to uphold his “honorable soldier” image, he simply escaped from it and began drowning himself in a mixture of bodies, alcohol, and drugs. After all, if there was no one left to make him follow the rules or even make him want to follow them, he was going to do whatever the hell he wanted. Who would care, otherwise? He claims he’s just following in Castiel’s footsteps, but the truth of the matter is, it’s his own passive-aggressive way of getting back at them without actually facing the reality of his problem.
At this point, one might wonder if there are actually any good traits about Balthazar, to which the answer would be a resounding “kind of.” Even though he ran to escape the Civil War in Heaven and wants nothing more to do with the idiots upstairs, he still manages to come running to Castiel’s help every time the angel is in a corner. The blonde, wise-cracking angel may be lazy, crude, and a bit selfish at times, but he’s extremely loyal to those he considers important in his life. Family is family and friends are few and far between after all is said and done. If asked, Balthazar might find it in his shriveled heart to actually help someone out. Well, if he likes them. You see, underneath all the layers of scotch, cynicism, and wise-cracking, there is a good person. It just takes a little digging to find him.
History: And the Lord said, “Let there be hyperlinks,” and they were good, but the roleplayer said, “Let there be elaboration,” and there was.
Balthazar started out just like any other angel in heaven. He was a loyal soldier, brother, and son; he loved his family, and looked up to his four older brothers. He had friends, although none of them ever seemed to quite match up to Castiel, his greatest friend and ally. Everything was good.
Well, until the humans came along. Initially, Balthazar viewed them with a detached interest; they were his Father’s creation, after all, so he respected them like all the others things God had ever created. He didn’t bother himself in Earthly affairs, though, staying close to his family and his garrison. Humans never really crossed his mind, at least not until The Argument, which ended in Lucifer getting thrown out of Heaven and a deep divide being driven between the lower angels. That was about the time that his life started getting complicated, and overall, he hated complication.
Suddenly, humans seemed like the enemy and Balthazar couldn’t help but turn his nose up at them, considering them nothing more than the unwanted stepchildren who drew on everything with crayons and set fire to things just because they could. He refused to interact with them and found himself amused when horrible things befell them. He’d find it ironic, later, when Castiel, Uriel, and he were charged with rescuing The Righteous Man from Hell. Even after all was said and done, and Castiel had made it his goal to keep the stupid human in line, Balthazar still would have nothing to do with the monkeys down below.
But that wasn’t the end of his problems. Far from it; in fact, the whole business with The Righteous Man is probably what started ALL of his problems. The apocalypse was ramping up and all the angels seemed to be in a tizzy, well, all except himself. You see, Balthazar liked Earth and all its exciting things to do, but not enough to defend it. He didn’t care about the prize-fight either; actually, he found it to be nothing more than a big, pissing match which he was resolute in staying away from. He also found himself caring less and less about the politics in Heaven; Dad was gone, after all, and no one could ever take his place. In fact, the only thing he could find himself giving a single fuck about was Castiel and the fact that, slowly but surely, his friend was siding with the humans over his family. More importantly, siding with the Winchesters, which was getting him into all kinds of trouble: trouble that was getting other angels sent after him to either bring him back to Heaven for punishment or just outright killing him. Balthazar found himself fighting his own brothers and sisters for Castiel’s sake, and his sake alone. Still, though, he couldn’t help but feel a bit betrayed; Castiel had practically turned his back on Heaven and couldn’t even bother to ask Balthazar to come with him. Despite that, he fought for his friend, trying to keep under the radar for as long as possible.
Of course, then the Apocalypse became The-Prophecy-That-Wasn’t and full on anarchy broke out in Heaven. To keep himself from getting killed, now pinpointed by Raphael as being Castiel’s ally and therefore an enemy of Heaven, Balthazar faked his own death, rustled up the Weapons of Heaven, and got the hell out of Dodge. Fed up with all the bullshit of Heaven, of Earth, of Angels, and of the Winchesters, Balthazar decided to take an unending vacation to do whatever the hell he wanted. Somehow, he managed to stay off of Heaven’s radar long enough to discover what a good drink tasted like, what good sex was like, and how it felt to just absolutely forget. Unfortunately, Balthazar knew he couldn’t just sit back and enjoy life; although he had escaped Heaven, he knew there was always a chance that someone would find him and kill him. He needed power for that not to happen, which was when he got the idea: use the Weapons of Heaven to give others favors in exchanges for their souls. Balthazar knew souls were powerhouses full of energy for him to use should he ever need it, and thus, he began moonlighting as a crossroads demon, selling the power of heaven for just one measly soul. It’s never told how many souls he managed to collect or how many weapons he had since used, but it wasn’t long after he began doing this that Castiel popped back into his life.
He was happy to see his friend after so long (years, lifetimes to angels), ecstatic really. He gladly stated that no matter what happened between them (which, honestly, nothing had happened between them that Balthazar himself hadn’t caused), he had Castiel’s back 100%. To prove it, he broke out Lot’s Salt and used it to completely destroy Raphael’s vessel before the dick of an archangel could kill Castiel. From there, he interacted with the Winchesters on a few, unpleasant occasions (all of which amounted to Dean being beyond pissed off, which just amused him to no end), but mostly he stuck by Castiel, trying to help him overthrow Raphael. Balthazar didn’t account for how desperate his friend was to beat their brother and never imagined to what lengths dear Cassie would go to. When he learned of Castiel’s plan, from those damn Winchesters of all people, he had the equivalent of heart attack. Immediately, he hunted his brother-in-arms down and proceeded to interrogate him about his crackpot idea. When it seemed that Castiel was completely serious and dead-set on going through with the plan, Balthazar was forced to create an alliance with the Winchesters or risk losing his friend to this sudden psychological break. For a time, he played a double-agent, going back and forth between Castiel and the brothers. Finally, it was do or die, and even though Balthazar desperately tried to keep up his façade, Castiel eventually figured out that he was helping Dean and Sam try to stop him.
It figures that the moment Balthazar starts to actually do something about the situation around him, it gets him killed for real, and by his best friend, no less. C'est la vie.