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{ my guardian angel }

Name: Samael


Age: He looks to be in his mid-20’s, but is actually much older. Due to time running differently in Heaven, it’s hard for him to actually know how old he is.


Race: angelic warrior


Personality: Samael is aloof to most humans, knowing that he is supposed to fight for them, but believing that their lives, while on Earth, are rather meaningless. He’s professional, cool, and detached, doing only what has to be done. Samael hasn’t spent much time in the human realm, so it’s hard for him to know how to interact with mortal men.


Appearance: Samael stands around 6 feet and is slim yet toned. His hair is platinum blonde, ear-length, and he has pale-blue eyes, dotted with silver flecks. His skin is fair, and it almost seems to give off a slight glow at times. His wings, when visible, are white, with those same silver specks. His face is soft, not too many sharp lines and angles, giving him an inviting, “trust me” appearance.


Short Bio: Samael was created to do one thing: protect Heaven from the forces of Hell. He was trained under Archangel Michael and his lieutenants, and he knew, with certainty, that he was ready. Battle hardened, he waited for his first mission: guarding a human girl? Angels were created for specific purposes: some for making music, some for guarding and protecting, some for fighting. Samael was not a guardian angel, and yet… (The rest will come out in RP)


Other: Though he was not created for the purpose of music, Samael participates and appreciates celestial music. He spent a great deal of time under the teaching of Archangel Sandalfon, one of the only angels to have taken on a mortal form. This will probably come in to play later.


If you want me to give any more information on his appearance, let me know.
 

No! He sounds great!


I like your character a lot ^^





Name:


Angel {Annie} Bliss


Age: 20


Race: human


Personality:


Annie is very stubborn and doesn't take no for an answer. She gets to the point and doesn't sugarcoat it. Although she can be intimidating she can also be very caring.


Annie is quirky and loves to have a good time. Due to her always wanting to have a good time it always gets her in trouble.


Image:


Annie is 5'7 and thin with a very curvy hour-glass shape. Her is Auburn and runs down her back in waves. Her eyes are big with her left eye being blue and her right eye being green. She has olive skin with rosy cheeks. Her lips are full and pale pink and when she smiles its like the cheshire cat is smiling at you.


Short Bio:


Angel, or as she prefers Annie, grew up with her Aunt. Her parents went missing when she was born so she has no idea who they are. Her aunt was always strangely protective, but always loving towards her.


Annie had been home-schooled, but her aunt allowed her to go off to college once she turned 18. Once Annie went off to college it was like her life finally started and now she goes to clubs or parties with her friends not knowing the danger she puts herself in when she has a little too much to drink.


{more in thread}


Other:


Annie doesn't like the name Angel.


Whenever it gets farther in the thread and she starts to discover who she is she'll gain a small amount of power...but thats later.


When Annie was home-schooled she played the piano and is now going to college for music.
 
Love her! The fact that she’s going to college for music is perfect! Would you want to start the first setting, or should I?
 
Samael: holy angel of the light, elite warrior under the command of Archangel Michael, ready to fight at the sound of that grand, final trumpet call, proficient in the arts of shooting heavenly arrows of beautiful destruction in to the hearts of demon spawn from the farthest of distances, conditioned to take the heat of hell itself if necessary, sitting here, in a classroom, on Earth, staring at the back of a boy’s curly, brown head, listening to a professor lecture on the importance of specific chords when played correctly. Didn’t the professor realize that music came naturally, that the very universe itself was created from music, and that each and every creation had that spark inside?


Samael shook his head slightly to clear it, the room and all of its occupants coming back in to crisp focus. She was late, his charge, the girl who’s name was Angel, a somewhat ironic name for a girl who would be receiving an interactive guardian angel. The mission was simple: protect this girl, for whatever reason. Michael had given Samael the news himself, explaining just how important and essential this mission was. Michael did this often: sending his people off on rather meaningless missions to test their patience or to see how quick they would be to question orders. Samael didn’t believe he would be one of them, but apparently, Michael would prove him wrong.


The distance between Heaven and Earth is so minute that they’re almost touching. A single snap of the fingers for a mortal, or the wisp of a thought for an angel could move one back and forth. Mortals hardly knew this, but angels did, and they would flit back and forth to do their work. Samael had only been to the earthly plane a few times and not for long stretches either. Everything here was strange, too muted, dull, lifeless. The grass wasn’t as green as it should be, the air was heavier, humanity moving around as one collective mass.


He had only glimpsed his charge once, when Michael was giving the information for the mission. Everything seemed so secretive: here’s the girl, keep her out of danger, teach her when necessary. It was all so infuriatingly vaigue, especially because humans and angels, as a general rule, were not supposed to communicate. Angels did most of their work invisible and unseen by a mortal eye. Interactions between humans and angels were rare and brief. So why was Samael instructed not to just protect, but to interact with this human female? More importantly, why him? Why couldn’t it have been any other angel, in any other order? But, he knew he would have to do it. He would keep his remarks brief, only speak to her when necessary, keep his distance. This was only a job. He glanced at the closed door once more, waiting to see when she would appear.
 

" Crap, crap, crap!" A girl cursed as she stumbled across the campus trying to make it to class.


She had slept through her alarm yet again and would be late to class...yet again. Annie was a mess running across the large campus and she didn't care. Her hair was a frizzy mess from the humidity in the air and she had no make up on. She just threw on a T-shirt and leggings, it was a surprise she was able to match her shoes since she rain out her apartment so fast.



As she was running she made a mental note start exercising because she was way out of shape.



The girl finally made it into the building and started running down the hall way shoving people out of the way so she could get to class. Annie stopped right in front of the door huffing and puffing as she tried to catch her breath before heading into the class.



Her face would be red as a cherry as she walked into the class and everyone stared at her, or the mess that she was. Her hair was probably worse than earlier and her cheeks were red from embarrassment and the wind from running. The professor glared at her and scolded her for being late again and that it was her last chance. Annie simply shrugged it off and walked over to her seat.



She kept her head down the whole class trying to take notes, but was distracted by any little thing that made a noise. It was a mystery how she had made it this far into college with her attention span.

 
“Jazz is the style that uses improvisation…” “A minor seventh chord…” “seventh chords are used a great deal in…” Samael was listening, but his eyes kept glancing toward the door, waiting for his latecoming charge to enter the room. A few minutes later, he got his wish. The door banged open, and the girl ran in, completely out of breath and flustered.


“It’s a good thing you finally decided to join us. I know musicians are sometimes a bit spacy and can forget to make it in on time, but do try to make it to one of the most important classes in a musician’s career in a timely manner, if you could.”


Samael was amused; the scolding was deserved in his opinion. As the girl took her seat, Samel began to glance at her periodically. She looked completely not put together: her hair was a mess, her shoes didn’t even match, and her outfit definitely could have been better. Though, Samael told himself, this was the century where mortals went around whering whatever they pleased, and it always seemed to be in style, at least to that particular mortal. Needless to say, he was disappointed. Why, on either Heaven or Earth, did he have to guard a female mortal, and why this girl, who hardly seemed to even know how to dress herself and get to class on time? Michael said she was important, but the most important thing she could do in this moment would be to brush her hair. Samael looked at the girl for another moment before angrily turning away. Keeping his distance would be easy. He didn’t even want her noticing he was looking at her. He would follow her at a distance, and if any danger appeared, unlikely, he would intervene.
 

Annie was mortified. She never would look like this and most of the people that had classes with her regularly knew that. Looking at herself she groaned and shook her head.


Annie was a good student she just didn't know how to make it to class on time and all her teachers knew it. Thats why they've been so patient with her. Also they know how amazing she is when playing the piano.


It was a good thing she didn't have any other classes till four so she could go home and straighten up. As she was mumbling to herself about the way she looked she noticed someone looking at her. When she looked over to see a guy, who she had never before seen around campus. He looked...annoyed? As she looked over at him he turned away looking like she had just pissed in his cereal or something. Annie raised an eyebrow and shrugged off wondering what his problem was and honestly it was probably the way she looked. The thought made her even more embarrassed.


She tried to shake off the embarrassment and take the notes she needed.





Once class was over she flew out of the classroom trying to get out of everyones sight. When she looked down t her shoes she groaned. "How did I even manage to do that." she grouched and walked out of the building.
 
It seemed to take forever for the class to finally end, and Samael, relieved, began to pack up his things. His work was so mundane, having to disguise himself as a mortal, but he knew it was necessary to blend in and watch the girl as often as he could. He glanced up, searching for her in the group of students, and he saw her rushing out the door. She had to be embarrassed, and he knew this was why she was rushing, but it was amusing nonetheless. He followed her rushing form with his eyes as he walked out of the classroom, hurried behind a door out of sight of any passing humans and became invisible to mortal sight. He began to follow the girl again, knowing that it was his job to keep her close and map her habbits and routines. He kept a careful distance, being cautious so as not to alert her to his presence in any way. Humans were usually oblivious to the unscene, but the more gifted ones would sometimes notice someone watching. There was no way, however, that she would be one of them, especially now. She was too preoccupied and embarrassed to notice anything out of the ordinary.
 
Annie walked in hurry across the campus until she was finally away from most of the people. With a sigh she shook her head. Now she had all the time she needed to fix her appearance. As she walked down the street she felt the hair on her neck stand up and then she shivered.


She looked behind her to see if someone were there but there didn't seem to be.


Lately she had been getting this feeling a lot and she wasn't sure if it were just her imagination or not. Shrugging it off she just picked up the pace until she reached her apartment. Before heading inside she looked around again and went inside.


Once inside she went straight to the shower. She knew she probably didn't smell that great and her hair was probably a mess. The day before she had gone out drinking and that's why she looked like she had died and been resurrected today.


She got out and brushed her long waves and let them air dry. Annie never wore make up but she put a little bit of mascara on.


When she went to her room she got dressed in a pair of leggings and a creme colored sweater with a pair of boots...this time she made sure her shoes were matching.


After looking in the mirror she was much more pleased with her appearance.


Now it was time for coffee and there was a good coffee shop down the road.


She walked out of her apartment and headed towards the shop.


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As the girl walked across the campus, Samael keeping his distance the best he could, she stopped, looking behind her for a moment. Samael did the same, searching the area where she could be looking. Was there something or someone there that he just wasn’t seeing? Not noticing anything, he began to think of a more unwelcome thought, that could complicate matters. Maybe she was a mortal with some of “the gift.” He searched the area once more, not wanting to believe this new direction his thoughts were taking. As preoccupied as she was, being able to notice him, even if only as a vague feeling meant that this girl, as unkempt as she was, had more to her than he originally thought. He would have to be careful, and it would make guarding her at a distance a lot harder.


He made a note of her apartment as she approached it. She went inside, and he waited by the main door for her to reappear, growing more agitated by the second. It was as though he was a glorified baby sitter, following this girl around like an over eager guard dog, even if on the inside he felt much less than even a little eager. When she reappeared, he noticed that her appearance was marginally better. There was something about her now that was hard to place, maybe the contrast between before and after she had changed, that kept him looking at her a little while longer than he should have before turning away. He shook his head to clear it. Appreciating her in any way was not part of his job description, as distracting as her figure might be. What was he thinking? Just a few minutes before, the word “distracting” would have never entered his mind when thinking about her. Realizing that she had pulled far ahead of him, he rushed to catch up. Though he could see her fine, he felt as though he should stay close. He wasn’t sure why, but a strange premonition had come over him, just a disquieting feeling, that something was imminent. She was close to the coffee shop, and he could not think of anything that could possibly happen there, but he could feel a presence, very slight, something he knew he should pay attention to.
 
Annie at first walked slowly to the coffee shop, but her spin started tingling. She looked over her shoulder quickly and saw nothing. Turning forward quickly she picked up her pace to the coffee shop. Was she going crazy or was she just paranoid? There had been strange things happening around campus and she was hoping this wasn't one.


Her nerves calmed down a little bit whenever she got closer to the coffee shop and smelled the coffee. A small smile appeared on her face and so did some of her dimples.


Annie jogged to the door trying to get in as soon as possible. Once inside she relaxed a little more and went up to the counter.


"The usual, Frank." She said to the familiar guy at the register. The guy gave her a friendly smile and nodded. Annie paid for the coffee and went to sit down waiting for her coffee.


Even though she was inside she still felt weird. She looked around the shop seeing if anyone was looking at her but she was the only one around.


Once her coffee was done she grabbed it and sat down and drank it while scrolling through her phone trying to get her mind off the weird feeling.


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Once the girl entered the coffee shop, Samael waited a few minutes before following her in, visible to mortal eyes once more. He went over to the counter and fished out a $5 bill he had stored in the wallet he was using. “I’d like something sweet, and full of flavor.”


Frank, the barista behind the counter looked at him for a moment. “So you’re wanting a specialty drink?”


Samael nodded, overwhelmed by the choices on the menu. “Surprise me.” This was one part of Earth Samael loved, the food and drink. Though Heaven had its own cuisine, the individuality and diversity of Earth’s edibles was astonishing.


Frank nodded, smiling, and after a few minutes, he handed Samael a large drink with foam, small chocolate chips and whipped cream on top. Samael took this to a small table, sat down, and began to enjoy his treat, glancing at the girl periodically. He knew she could look over and see him, but many students on campus frequented this shop. It would merely be a coincidence in her mind.


His drink half gone, Samael was actually enjoying himself. The ambiance was relaxing, and the drink was heavenly. He should have known his enjoyment was short-lived, however. The door opened and a guy walked in, making directly for the girl. Judging by his facial expression, Samael immediately became alert and wary. This guy seemed like trouble, and Samael would take care of him quickly and efficiently.
 
Annie sat down enjoying her coffee when she felt him. It took her s minute to look up from her phone because she didn't want to meet his eyes.


Her ex was aggressive, which was the reason she broke up with him, and he was heading straight for her. He looked pissed...and drunk?


She cursed under her breath and started to get up.


"Sit your pretty ass down...we need to talk." He slurred and grabbed her arm pulling her back down in her seat.


Annie yelped and sat down her face going red from embarrassment. "Tom...what do you want? Let's go outside." She said quietly not making eye contact.


"No...were gonna sit right here and talk missy. Who the hell do you think you are breaking up with me?" He hissed.


Tom used to hit her and after awhile he stopped bothering her but obviously not now.


His breath wreaked of alcohol which almost made her gag.


Annie panicked not knowing what to do and everyone was staring at them. No one did anything because they knew how hr was.


Tom still had a grip on her arm which would get tighter hurting her arm. She winced at the pain. "Tom..." She whimpered.


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This guy who was heading toward Samael’s charge had some of the most contrary looks he had ever seen. The clothes he wore and his hairstyle told Samael that this guy thought of himself as better than most, probably one of those elitist intellectuals. Though his appearance was clean-cut, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was unshaven, as if he had neglected to take care of part of himself before going out in public. Samael watched the confrontation with growing irritation. Not more than hours in, and he would have to deal with a situation he had no desire to be in. As the altercation continued, Samael noticed the drunk’s hand wrap around the girl’s arm, and judging by her slight cringing, it seemed to hurt. He stood up, making his way quickly over to the both of them, knowing it was time for him to intervene. ‘So much for distance,’ he thought.


“Angel, dear! I didn’t notice you were here until this guy drew attention to himself.”


“And who do ya think you are?” The guy’s tone was belligerent, and his breath smelled strongly of alcohol. Samael was genuinely disgusted; it was barely afternoon, and this man already seemed to or past his limit.


“I’m, with Angel.”


“I don’t believe you.”


“Do you think I care if you believe me or not? She’s with me, and you can leave.” Samael’s tone, though amicable at first, had dropped dangerously low. “Also, you can let go of her arm now. I don’t appreciate when other guy’s are touching my girl.” Samael glared at the other guy, hoping his threats would work and he wouldn’t have to resort to anything else.
 
Annie new her arm was going to be bruised now which made her eyes start to water. As she opened her mouth to plead with him another voice came in.


She looked over to see the guy from early...the one who looked pissed at her. Her eyes widen when she heard what he had to say.


Annie wanted to tell him to just leave this alone and that he didn't know what he was getting himself into, but it was too late. Tom stood up tightening his grip even more making her yelp. She was more embarrassed than anything else.


"She ain't with you. She hates anyone calling her Angel even me...so piss off and stop trying to be a hero." Tom hissed and tried to pull Annie out of her seat. Everyone was now looking at them and her face was red with anger and embarrassment.


"Stop Tom he is my boyfriend and you need to let go." She said trying to push at him. "We're over why can't you see that? Just go away!" She cried and then a loud sound filled the room. Tom slapped her...hard making Annie speechless


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