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Age: Fifteen in appearance, is really 500.
Allegiance: Evil.
Gender: Female.
Looks: Aleta.
Name: Aleta Slovak.
Race: Fallen God.
Sexuality: Asexual.
Abilities:
This girl's pink eyes hold her ability. Aleta's father had jade green eyes that could see through to your soul and purely watch everything you did with no bias opinion, Aleta's can control your mind. She has slight mind control abilities with her eyes, she can control almost anyone to leave her alone, but that only last five or ten minutes at most on people. Aleta's power comes from the pink within her eyes, the pink is a special mixture that was rare enough to make, let-a-lone see in a person. Aleta is a calm, and collected person, the pink eyes make sure that she can stay that way and not her her temper wired. She has looked into fire magic, but the best she can do is light a fire in a time of distress.
History:
"I don't know what we should do. If we have a child... He..or she may turn out," The petite blonde hair women paused and rested her slim index finger against her head letting it rub her pale skin in a soothing way. "Bad." The word rolled off her tongue as if it was a swear, and even then her voice was hushed in a way that you could only think that someone would over hear them even though they were alone. It was the paranoia that had been going around to ever person, nobility, and commoner a like. Somehow everyone knew what everyone talked about in a hushed tone. Heaven was turning into a three-ring circus. As the woman let her frail hand drop to her side she looked upwards at her husband wondering what he of all people might be thinking in a time of distress for herself. Her husband never understood how she fell apart when she thought of the things that could happen if they had a child, he honestly didn't mind if the child turned into a molasses monster, or into a kind and innocent creature.
The woman was over 1,000 years old, though she looked like a twenty-something year old. Her hair was blonde, and perfectly curled around her face without her trying. She had slightly pale skin, but that was a common factor for most angels, and gods alike. Blue eyes matched her blonde hair, and those eyes were gentle and filled with kindness. Her height was no more then 5"1 and that might even be pushing it. Her name? It was Catherine, Catherine Slovak. She was not a Goddess of anything, but most people thought that she deserved it more ,then most of the people who had those positions. Catherine didn't mind it though, she thought that if it was meant to be, she would be honoured with the request of her becoming a god.
As for Catherine's husband. He was a taller male, slightly buff, but nothing major like some of the younger men that were in angels, and gods. He was one thousand years older then Catherine, making him 2,000. He had dark green eyes that looked uninterested, but those eyes were purely watching you. His name was Justyce. With that name you can probably guess what this man was as a God. He was the god of Justice, and Verdict. He never had a bias opinion even when it was something that had to do with those he loved. If it was better for them to be banished, or to be killed, he would make the choice then go to lunch not really feeling guilt on his chest for what he did.
Justyce's reply to everything Catherine had been saying was, "If you want children, then lets have them. If our child turns out bad, then they turn out bad. You did nothing wrong." Justyce's tone was as if a robot was talking, although that was rather common for him to sound like that. He was done with the topic and just wanted to know how if him and his wife were going to be having a child or not. As Catherine nodded to his speech, she let off a soft and graceful sigh. The petite blonde moved closer to her lover tracing a heart against his high cheekbone. Catherine brought her pink lips into a kiss with his. As soon as their lips touched they both knew what they were going to do. They couldn't help themselves. They were going to have a child no matter what the risk was.
Two hundred years later.
The white haired girl sat at her bedside. She looked to be ten years old, though she was nearly two hundred years old. Her pink eyes studied over the book she was holding in her hands, then blew the dust from it. It was an old book, nearly two times older then Aleta, but she wanted to know what was inside, rather she needed to know. Her eyes followed her fingers as she skimmed through the first page, and then paused for a second squinting her eyes. The book must have been a fluke it was talking about her..grandfather? Aleta cocked her eye brows, then read it aloud trying to make sense of what it was saying. "Gavino isn't who you think he is. He isn't who you want to trust. Take the little girl Catherine, and run. Do not trust him, but please flip the pages to find out what it is about him that you should not trust."
Aleta took the book, and ran outside of her room and into the office that her father Justyce was sitting in. She exposed the book that she was holding, and then bluntly asked, "Who is Gavino?" Aleta was never the one to question things, but she always had that aura around her that said that "if you make one move without telling me, I will rip your heart out and make you watch me eat it". Aleta was more alike with Gavino then she knew, and soon enough her father would be telling her these things, and explaining to her, that she may turn into a monster like her grandfather did.
After Justyce did explain to his daughter everything about how Gavino killed people, was the dark angel of the new age. Aleta asked to see him. The thing with Aleta was; she got everything she wanted, she was a God already. She was the god of communication. Her eyes that she was born with made her have that title since she was born. If she asked to she the headmaster of the whole game they played in heaven, they had to let her see him, and no matter what they had to do whatever she asked. So once Aleta let those words leave her mouth, her father frowned showing slight emotion, then nodded rising from his desk.
Allegiance: Evil.
Gender: Female.
Looks: Aleta.
Name: Aleta Slovak.
Race: Fallen God.
Sexuality: Asexual.
Abilities:
This girl's pink eyes hold her ability. Aleta's father had jade green eyes that could see through to your soul and purely watch everything you did with no bias opinion, Aleta's can control your mind. She has slight mind control abilities with her eyes, she can control almost anyone to leave her alone, but that only last five or ten minutes at most on people. Aleta's power comes from the pink within her eyes, the pink is a special mixture that was rare enough to make, let-a-lone see in a person. Aleta is a calm, and collected person, the pink eyes make sure that she can stay that way and not her her temper wired. She has looked into fire magic, but the best she can do is light a fire in a time of distress.
History:
"I don't know what we should do. If we have a child... He..or she may turn out," The petite blonde hair women paused and rested her slim index finger against her head letting it rub her pale skin in a soothing way. "Bad." The word rolled off her tongue as if it was a swear, and even then her voice was hushed in a way that you could only think that someone would over hear them even though they were alone. It was the paranoia that had been going around to ever person, nobility, and commoner a like. Somehow everyone knew what everyone talked about in a hushed tone. Heaven was turning into a three-ring circus. As the woman let her frail hand drop to her side she looked upwards at her husband wondering what he of all people might be thinking in a time of distress for herself. Her husband never understood how she fell apart when she thought of the things that could happen if they had a child, he honestly didn't mind if the child turned into a molasses monster, or into a kind and innocent creature.
The woman was over 1,000 years old, though she looked like a twenty-something year old. Her hair was blonde, and perfectly curled around her face without her trying. She had slightly pale skin, but that was a common factor for most angels, and gods alike. Blue eyes matched her blonde hair, and those eyes were gentle and filled with kindness. Her height was no more then 5"1 and that might even be pushing it. Her name? It was Catherine, Catherine Slovak. She was not a Goddess of anything, but most people thought that she deserved it more ,then most of the people who had those positions. Catherine didn't mind it though, she thought that if it was meant to be, she would be honoured with the request of her becoming a god.
As for Catherine's husband. He was a taller male, slightly buff, but nothing major like some of the younger men that were in angels, and gods. He was one thousand years older then Catherine, making him 2,000. He had dark green eyes that looked uninterested, but those eyes were purely watching you. His name was Justyce. With that name you can probably guess what this man was as a God. He was the god of Justice, and Verdict. He never had a bias opinion even when it was something that had to do with those he loved. If it was better for them to be banished, or to be killed, he would make the choice then go to lunch not really feeling guilt on his chest for what he did.
Justyce's reply to everything Catherine had been saying was, "If you want children, then lets have them. If our child turns out bad, then they turn out bad. You did nothing wrong." Justyce's tone was as if a robot was talking, although that was rather common for him to sound like that. He was done with the topic and just wanted to know how if him and his wife were going to be having a child or not. As Catherine nodded to his speech, she let off a soft and graceful sigh. The petite blonde moved closer to her lover tracing a heart against his high cheekbone. Catherine brought her pink lips into a kiss with his. As soon as their lips touched they both knew what they were going to do. They couldn't help themselves. They were going to have a child no matter what the risk was.
Two hundred years later.
The white haired girl sat at her bedside. She looked to be ten years old, though she was nearly two hundred years old. Her pink eyes studied over the book she was holding in her hands, then blew the dust from it. It was an old book, nearly two times older then Aleta, but she wanted to know what was inside, rather she needed to know. Her eyes followed her fingers as she skimmed through the first page, and then paused for a second squinting her eyes. The book must have been a fluke it was talking about her..grandfather? Aleta cocked her eye brows, then read it aloud trying to make sense of what it was saying. "Gavino isn't who you think he is. He isn't who you want to trust. Take the little girl Catherine, and run. Do not trust him, but please flip the pages to find out what it is about him that you should not trust."
Aleta took the book, and ran outside of her room and into the office that her father Justyce was sitting in. She exposed the book that she was holding, and then bluntly asked, "Who is Gavino?" Aleta was never the one to question things, but she always had that aura around her that said that "if you make one move without telling me, I will rip your heart out and make you watch me eat it". Aleta was more alike with Gavino then she knew, and soon enough her father would be telling her these things, and explaining to her, that she may turn into a monster like her grandfather did.
After Justyce did explain to his daughter everything about how Gavino killed people, was the dark angel of the new age. Aleta asked to see him. The thing with Aleta was; she got everything she wanted, she was a God already. She was the god of communication. Her eyes that she was born with made her have that title since she was born. If she asked to she the headmaster of the whole game they played in heaven, they had to let her see him, and no matter what they had to do whatever she asked. So once Aleta let those words leave her mouth, her father frowned showing slight emotion, then nodded rising from his desk.
