preacherhannes

[preacherhannes]

Normally Hannes was the type to love anything paranormal and spooky, always making it a reason that God existed. If he didn't, there wouldn't be any paranormal things, right? However, he couldn't care less about god right now. He was having more fun than he had in a long time, and with his best friend here? "It's so fuckin' cool, right?! ....Probably shouldn't have touched the horn buuuut...." He snorted before looking to his friend with an almost dazed, drugged look. "You're very pretty, you know that?" It took him a second to realize what he'd said as his eyes widened. "....Shit wait, hold on, wait, did I actually just say that?!"

bellamy had always been a skeptical dude, so it was no surprise that he wasn't convinced that the unicorn was actually real. hearing his friend call out to him, the male chuckled and wandered towards the other, a gasp and a laugh both falling from his lips as he watched the scene unfold before him. ❝ well shit! how 'bout that? ❞

[preacherhannes]

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Hannes knew full and well he shouldn't have even gone NEAR that unicorn. Was it even a unicorn?? All he knew was it was covered with... Things... And one crawled onto his hand, causing his world to immediately begin to spin.

"Oh fuck..." He whispered to himself. He felt more free, way less caring about a filter or anything anymore. "Dude, this is fuckin' cool...." He chuckled out to himself before looking back to one of the other patrons. "C'mere! Have a look at this shit! I don't think it's really a unicorn..." He reached forward, grabbing the horn and yanked at it, watching it practically crumble in his hand. "Holy shit, was that like... Paper or somethin'? It just crumbled like dust! Look at it!" He held it up, watching it turn into something that resembled ash and dust.

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"Gods, no I'm the worst singer in the world! Trust me, you want a much better one!" He giggled, feeling his face heat up more and more. It was funny, really. He was so used to being up on stage to talk about religion, but singing? That was WAYYYYYYY too much. Besides, he knew he'd embarrass himself, and he knew he'd never fully live it down.

bellamy couldn't help but laugh as the other refused to come on stage with him, and he continued to urge him on. ❝ oh come on! that's the fun of karaoke -- bad singing! ❞ he called out playfully. ❝ someone get this man a mic will ya? ❞

[preacherhannes]

Hannes listened to her entire spiel, giving a nod here and there. Who did she think she was, trying to fool this preacher? However, he did give her fake sympathetic looks. "Well, I would certainly assume that God's teaching you a lesson on adultery at the very least. Maybe next time you should get the husband in on it too." He teased with a snort, crossing his arms over his chest.

Though, as she went to lift her skirt, Hannes gave a weird look. "Yeahhhh no thank you, I'm not into pussy, thank you very much. Kind of on the other path... Y'know..." He paused, holding one hand up and letting it fall limp. When she laughed and patted his shoulder, he gave a gentle little smile. "Thank you... I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but... Strangely this place makes me feel safe and secure.... Which is interesting, I suppose..."

There’s a special kind of twinkle in her eye. And truth be told, she’d only shown up because it was raining outside. And rather than looking like a wet dog, she’d take her chances spontaneously combusting in the church. Regardless, her smile rises and she lets out a dramatic sigh— as if she’s truly troubled. “I have a real serious problem, Father.” Oh god, where was she going with this? “You see, I have this rash. And I think the lord might be punishing me. After all— it was just one time! I only slept with the neighbors wife because her husband was at work again. Do you think he’s teaching me a lesson? I thought that maybe it’d give them something to talk about in counseling but— they’re not returning my calls.”

She steps closer, lifting up the edge of her skirt. “Can you take a look?” And she nearly waits for his reaction, before she’s bursting into laughter. “I’m just fucking with you.” A few steps forward and she pats him on the shoulder. “Nice place you got here.”

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"I've been told that, yes.... Sadly that's just kind of who I am.." Hannes shrugged his shoulders with a soft little sigh. He tried his absolute hardest to keep a steady mindset, mostly on religion, but that was slowly becoming defunct, too... Slowly but surely, he was losing faith, and what kind of preacher would he be then?

"You never know... Some people change for the better, some people change for the worst. It's all in the matter of them trying or not trying... If you don't try, you'll never get anywhere, right?" He gave a small little smile, like he was trying to convince even himself.

henrik tried not to laugh as he heard the other speak. preachers really did like to preach to those who weren't interested. maybe that was where their name stemmed from. "you do know that you waffle far to much." henrik responded, sinking further into his seat. maybe he did have a point, everything seemed about money and trampling on those to get what you want.

"but you do have a point, people only care about themselves and gain. the world is crumbling in that respect, but hey, can't change people, no point in trying." henrik commented with a small shrug of his shoulders. "doubt your god would change it either."

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Hannes simply gave a nod to the other male as he explained what he was doing in the church. "Hey, no worries. I mean, most times I'll sit here and just think, so... You're more than welcome any time, whether you're religious or not." He hummed.

"..That's very fair... If you do need anything at all, let me know. I may be pretty busy, but I'm happy to stop what I'm doing and help. I'm not like those other preachers who just... Don't care about people anymore, y'know? ...Kind of crazy how people just stop caring after a while, especially in this industry... It's all about the money now, but I never really understood it... You're supposed to help, be there for people, whether it's in a religious sense or not..." He rambled, the effects of the wine kicking in just a little bit.

henrik wasn’t religious at all and yet he had felt somewhat a pull to be in the church. eyes examining his surroundings for a moment, further settling into the pew. his attention broken for a moment as he heard someone speaking to him.

eyes resting on the other for a moment and there was a mere shrug of his shoulders. “no, not that I can think of.” he spoke, a pause for a moment. “i’m just sitting..and if I needed advice i would ask elsewhere.”

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Hannes let out a soft grunt as he was ran into, but he was more startled than upset. "Oh, hey no, sweetie, you're absolutely okay, don't worry." He smiled, only to tilt his head ever so slightly to the side. "Is... Everything okay with you? You seem to be going through something... Is there anything I can help with at all?" His voice was a little softer than normal, just genuinely wanting to make sure the girl was okay.

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"Look, sorry-" Davina startled despite her being the cause of the run in. She was so busy being in her head over this or that and ended up colliding with someone by the time she lifted her eyes off the street. "I'm a little clumsy today evidently. That's my fault. No harm done right?"

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Hannes had been working himself extra hard at work and decided to come to the bar for a little treat. He'd been sitting at one of the tables with a glass of whiskey, bobbing his head and singing along to the song, which thankfully, the music drowned out his voice. However, he didn't expect to be called out by the guy singing, making him laugh. "Oh, no, no I can't really sing!" He called back, debating whether or not to actually get up there or not.

bellamy had apparently had one too many beers at the bar tonight, as he currently found himself standing on the karaoke stage belting out the lyrics to a song that he couldn't even remember if he had chosen or not. ❝ come on, sing along with me! ❞ he called out to someone in the crowd that he had just made eye contact with. // @exitiumstarters

[preacherhannes]

Starter for @exitiumstarters

Despite it being way earlier in the afternoon that he'd intended, the preacher had been in the back of the church, drinking some of the communion wine. It had become a bit of a habit for him; finish a sermon, drink some wine, do paperwork for the church, drink the rest of the bottle of wine, go home, sleep it off, repeat the next day.

However, today was a little more different. Hannes had been drinking, as usual, when he heard the front door of the church being open. Quickly he rounded the corner, his dress shirt unbuttoned at the top and his tie hanging over his shoulders. Where was his suit jacket? No one knew, not even him. He noticed someone walking through the threshold and sitting in one of the seats.

"Is there something I can help you with, my child?" He asked softly, moving over to sit down next to them, hoping he could be helpful (for once).

[preacherhannes]

[ misha collins | he/him ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome HANNES DAYMON to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 48 year old FAIRY , who is one of the RETURNED but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be ANXIOUS, but that’s all a façade to cover up their CARING nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to TOO SWEET by HOZIER, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME :  Hannes Andrew Daymon

NICKNAME(S) : Han

DATE OF BIRTH : July 24th

ZODIAC SIGN : Leo

RELIGION : Catholic

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

HEIGHT : 5'10

EYE COLOUR : Blue (almost grey)

HAIR COLOUR : Brown

DOMINANT HAND : Right

TATTOO(S) :  ‘Shine Until Tomorrow’ on his left wrist

SCAR(S) : Multiple from childhood incidents

PIERCING(S) : N/A

GLASSES : Yes, Rectangular black rimmed

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

CURRENT RESIDENCE : New Orleans, Louisiana

LANGUAGE(S) :English and some German

PARENT #1 : Anne Davis

PARENT #2 : Daniel Daymon

SIBLING(S) : N/A

CHILDREN : N/A

PET(S) : Blue Bay Shepherd named Obsidian

VICES + HABITS

SMOKES? : No

DRINKS? : No

DRUGS? : Nope

VIOLENT? : Not unless he has to be

ADDICTION(S)? : N/A

SELF-DESTRUCTIVE? : Not particularly

HABIT(S) : Rubbing hands on face when stressed, rubbing hands together, knee bounce for days, rubbing back of neck when anxious. Tends to touch people without asking

HOBBIES : Singing, listening to music, being around people and playing.

LIKES : Family, mysteries, intimacy, tattoos, urban exploring, road trips, snow, movies/books, crystals, runes, tarot cards, baking

DISLIKES : Pain, being inured, heartache, rain, closed spaces, crowds, escape rooms, getting lost, talking during movies.

MEDICAL HISTORY : Anxiety, depression.

July 24th, 1974, Hannes Daymon was brought into the world, kicking and screaming. He wasn’t exactly a planned child, as his parents didn’t really have the funds for another human in the world, but they did their best with what they had. He began his first few years in a small, one bedroom trailer home. While it was cramped, Hannes never really minded too much. In fact, he loved how cramped they were, because that meant he was always getting attention from his parents when they weren’t asleep, or working. Things changed for the better when Hannes' father became a preacher when Edward was 5 years old. They were able to exchange the trailer for a real, normal two bedroom house. To say that little Hannes was excited would have been an understatement at that time. Sure, he would miss the closeness and always having his parents at least two feet away from him at all times, but he finally has his own room and enough space to put a swing set and maybe a small above ground pool. What more could a boy want? Growing up, Hannes became the popular kid in high school and even college. But he wasn’t the typical ‘plastic’ boy. He was just way too kind to others (and got taken advantage of multiple times) and that made him popular with just about everyone. Graduating highschool with straight A’s and B’s, he entered college with the hopes of getting a certification to become a veteranarian. But that almost immediately switched when he found out what he would have to witness on the way to being a vet. So, he switched to his second option; becoming a preacher just like his father. Luckily, the college offered all the classes he needed to be certified and Hannes passed them with flying colors. Skipping ahead to his adult years, he met a woman who he thought he loved. He gave his whole world to her, even married her, but it just didn’t work. There was something else he needed in his life that his wife just couldn’t give him. He’d started to fall for one of his male coworkers, but the coworker soon broke his heart in two when he chose another person to be with. He soon figured that it probably wasn’t too fair to his wife to be leading her on, so with a mutual agreement for a divorce, the preacher moved into New Orleans in hopes of finding true, unadulterated love.