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"As long as you're not a corrupted member of the AGA, you have no need to be scared of talking to me."
---General
Full Name: Gwenyth Rosetta-Anne Cattell
Age: 530
Birthdate: March 17, 1483
Species: Angel
Breed: Blueblood
Race: White
Ethnicity: Welsh
Primary language(s): Welsh, English
Secondary language(s): Latin, Spanish, German, Japanese
Personality: Gentle, sweet, intelligent, rebellious, hotheaded, sisterly
---Physical
Build: Athletic
Height: 6"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair: Deep auburn tied in a large bun near the bottom of her head with shaggy bangs. Right side of bangs is held back with 4 gold barrettes.
Skin: Pale
Eyes: Green
Wings: Grey
Piercings: Thick, long silver ring in her left ear
Tattoos: Snake wrapped around her right upper arm (representing her inner evil), cross on her left thigh (representing her inner goodness), ribbon with the words "Serenity, Loyalty, and Divine Impurity on her lower back (her philosophy), chains around her ankles (representing how she felt caged in under Lady Pandora's rule)
---Defense
Powers:
-Light manipulation
-Flight
-Paradise travel (she can travel to the Paradise, which is the dimension of angels)
-Can see ghosts and spirits
-Telepathy
-High intelligence
Weapons:
-Twin blades
-Healing potion
---Interests
Clothing style: Punk, medieval
Hobbies: Ice skating, cooking, playing the guitar, flying, swimming, ballroom dancing
Sports: Golf, table tennis, tennis, swimming
Favorite color(s): Midnight blue, indigo, forest green, seafoam green, turquoise
Favorite drink(s): Hot chocolate, green tea, chocolate milkshakes, pepsi
Favorite food(s): Steak, corn on the cob, devil's food cake, chocolate ANYTHING, jello, churros, mint ice cream
Favorite song(s): Try/P!nk, Same Love/Macklemore, Think Twice/Eve 6, You're Gonna Go Far, Kid/The Offspring
Favorite music genre(s): Rock, heavy metal, R&B, pop, punk
Favorite TV show(s): Big Brother, Survivor, Once Upon A Time, Elementary, Dexter, The Neighbors
---Relations:
Current love: N/A
Past love: Timothy Sanders (deceased)
Closest allies: Maya Gomez, Ross Laurel
Allies: N/A
Acquaintances/Neutral: The Alliance of Guardian Angels
Enemies: Pandora Justice
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:3 Happy birthday
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The demigod walked through woods that were gods-know-where. She had the tendency to get lost, yet never even tried to stop it. She held her black sword loosely, not sensing anything worth fighting for the moment. She was almost bored. Which was never good for anyone around her. She stopped walking, leaning against the nearest tree, at the edge of a small clearing. She sheathed her sword in the leather sheath she had on her back- something she always had but rarely used- and took a deep breath. She didn't sense a human soul for quite a distance, so why not blow herself up?! She chuckled, took another breath, and let her powers loose. Her hair was consumed with black flames, flames that danced with different images- a crown, a halo, horns, random things that she found amusing. She chuckled, letting the fire spread out a bit. She didn't even notice anything but the fire she was so carefully manipulating.
Near where Xianobia was, a young boy of age nine hummed to himself, carrying a basket of fresh green apples. A large straw hat was placed on his light brown hair, and his big grey eyes carefully scanned the area. "Hm~ I hope Gwennie makes that yummy apple pie again!" He happily mused, closing his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw a girl practically wrapped in black flame, and his mouth dropped. "....AHHHHHH! GWENNIIIIIIE!" He screamed in fear, running and dropping the full basket. A few apples tumbled out like a trail.
Her dark brown eyes shot over to the boy, and the fire spread out of control. It seemed to go towards him, something that set a look of panic on the girl's face.
"ΔΕΝ ΘΑ καίτε!" (("I will not burn you!"))
At her angered words, the fire simply died. She took a few breaths, not having noticed how straining it was to control her hellfire until after it happened. She walked over to where the boy had dropped the apples, bending down, brushing the fallen ones off, and putting them back in the basket. The only reason she didn't bolt after the child is because it seemed he had someone to care for him. If he was alone, yeah, nothing would slow her down. But if he had someone to take care of him, like she didn't, than he would live a far easier life than she. That's what she reminded herself as she finished picking up the apples. A sigh left her lips as she straightened back up. She was wondering if she should go after him or stay there. With another sigh and the raising of her left hand, shadows surrounded the basket- careful not to touch the apples because that would rot them- and she walked, following the path the running boy had took, the basket hovering next to her.
The boy seemed to catch up to a medium sized garden, the front of what looked like a home apple orchard. He was pulling on a young woman's shirt, urging her to follow him. "T-There was fire, Gwennie!" He exclaimed, panic obvious in his high-pitched voice. "Right in the back, near the forest!" The woman, however, blinked her big green eyes and sighed. "Let's go look." She tiredly replied.
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Vincent walked through the shrubbery areas, grumbling as he was trying to search an item that one of his 'kleine rackers' ( little rascals ) had lost. Out of frustration, he immediately pulled out his scythe-gun, activating it in an instant and sliced through a tree in half, making a smooth and clean cut. Unfortunately it fell hitting a statue that was in the area, crashing the head off and making a loud commotion. "Wow, nice hit," he chuckled to himself. "I never liked the statue in the first place."