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Second Chances:

THE RAVEN OF MEMORY AND MIND

Name: Falke Munin Odinson

Age: ???

Sexuality: Homosexual

[ Note - this is a concept character as of now, he is a Supernatural OC as I've only just finished off Season 2 Episode 21. It's also my first viewing. ]

The concept is that one of Odin's ravens is on earth from Asgard, at the moment it's unclear as to how he got there however it is clear he was sent. Similar to what I know of Castiel's introduction.

The personality - he's rather playful even in human form and is often quite distracted. He's extremely intelligent yet comes across a bit of an airhead, and he'll protect anyone and anything that gives him a good vibe. If you respect him, he'll respect you. If you love him, he'll love you.

The story - He's fallen to earth in search of an artifact with his brother, Hugin - Mjölnir. At this point in the story they don't find it whatsoever and Munin proceeds to camp out and try to blend in with the environment around him. With him being a raven - he's often seen playing in the snow and acting out with other ravens. When he's human, he's a biker, constantly on the road and looking for his objective. He's a supernatural entity but he isn't a harmful one. Not one to be detected on any kind of radar until Ash does.

From there, there's a record of where he had been to up until that point. (His Story more or less is stuck at S2 E22 as of now.)

Often his tell is actually in his linguistic abilities, he can speak every language known to man but he's known best to converse in Scandic languages, such as Norwegian, Swedish, Icelandic and in some cases: A Uralic language like Finnish will suffice. Especially when he connects with his other self or brother, Huginn.

The Raven of Odin is typically a kind and noble being, but will not hesitate to use force if need be. Especially as Odin did struggle with retaining memory and information from time to time.

Munin was great at that, almost a savant - he could remember a date and time pinpoint, and knew exactly where someone was at each interval in their conversation.

But ironically enough - he's constantly distracted. But don't let that fool your character, he'll pop one in between their eyes if he suspects something's amiss.

If he were to meet the Winchesters he wouldn't exactly be deterred by their presence, thinking they were just ordinary brothers who were on a road trip together until slightly later on when small details don't match up. Say Dean embellishes a story or Sam misplaces a detail - he's going to notice, and will keep a close eye on them from afar.

I also will probably say that this oc will also have MASSIVE inspirations from other pieces of media i.e. SIGNALIS.

That will be a MAJOR inspiration on the character as I'm planning an arc for Muninn and Huginn based on that. Especially regarding FKLR and LSTR, if you know, you know.

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After her fourth cup of coffee of the day, Rae wanted to scream at the numerous piles of books all around her. It was almost as if they were starting to close in on her space, mocking her, suffocating her. She felt as if each page was screaming at her, telling her she was failing. This case had been going on for weeks and no matter what text she flipped through she couldn't find any answers.

She'd been hunting long enough to know that a case dragging on this long wasn't a good sign. Deaths were piling up, her clients wanted answers, and she couldn't provide any. Every time she'd gotten close to whatever was causing all this chaos it felt as though history rewrote itself. She felt disoriented and almost as though she was in some sort of loop. It was awful and after her fifth cup of coffee she looked down at her phone.

There was one number she'd never had to call, and honestly she'd been proud of that. She was proud of how good she had become at hunting. She'd never needed help and she wasn't good at asking for it. With a deep breath, the brunette picked up the phone and pressed call on a contact she though she'd never need to use.

Dean Winchester.

And as the phone range, she half-hoped he wouldn't pick up, even though she desperately needed him to.

It was starting to rain heavily as the Angel made his way to his car which was parked out the back. He got into it and turned on the engine looking up at the sky, he saw a storm was heading his way and he felt like trouble wouldn't be far behind.