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Avali [ Abeline ] Tristam
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[ Avali ]
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[ Nineteen ]
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I am the creature that was [ Made ] from the rib.
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I like those from which the rib was [ Taken]
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[ 167 B.C — October 15 th ]
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That place called [ Heaven ] I have traveled from [ England. ] I suppose I'll stay here in [ Hulling. ]
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I am [ 5 feet and five inches. ] A bit short, aren't I?
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[ One Hundred and forty pounds. ] All these womanly curves, I suppose.
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[ Purest Steel ]
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[ Raven's Feather ]
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There Is A Charm About The Forbidden That Makes It Unspeakably Desirable.
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God dubbed me [ Abel. ] Though I do prefer, Abeline.
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HA! Don't make me laugh! Don't speak of such foolish things to me! Yes, this does mean I am [ Loveless —&— Mateless. ] Thank you for asking.
→ xxxxxяòoɱ ηυɱɓєя»
I originally lived in [ England, ] but some insatiable pull brought me here to Hulling. I have picked out a place to live, the address is [ 485 Cipher Street. ] Never heard of it? Good, I thought I was the only one.
→ xxxxxŝєяєη∂ιƥιтy»
[ ☑Ability To Relate To Animals
☑ Charisma
☑ Can Shift The Way People Think Easily
☑ Charm
☑ Kindness
☑ Empathy
☑ Just
☑ Calming Presence
☑ Loyalty
☑ Not Easily Angered
☑ Deeper Than An O—c—e—a—n // Not Shallow
☑ Honesty
☑ Mystery?
☑ Sarcasm?
☑ Hopeless Romantic?]
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[☒ Shy
☒ Quiet
☒ Skepticism
☒ Cynicism
☒ Puts Up A Cold Facade
☒ Withdrawn
☒ Annoyance
☒ Fragility
☒ Emotional
☒ Holds Deep Grudges Onto Those Who Do Her Wrong
☒ Can I —HiiDE — Behind This Mask?
☒ Easily Hurt — EMOTiiONALLY —
☒ Doesn't Like People Seeing Her True E—m—o—t—i—o—n—s
☒ Slightly S—a—d—i—s—t—i—c
☒ Afraid To Get H—u—r—t
☒ Uncoordinated
☒ Mystery?
☒Sarcasm?
☒ Hopeless Romantic? ]
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Being born in 167 B.C. I have heard, witnessed, and spoken things that no mortal could ever imagine. Being a Mittere Dios, my only sole purpose was to guide and keep close watch on the mortals that survived on this planet until their Savior was due — Jesus Christ. No, that was not blasphemy, don't even think it. Our job was hard, nearly impossible in my eyes. Mortals have this tendency to pick fights with other mortals, seeing what rubs the others the wrong way and they keep doing it. This is how the wars started, in my view, they were somewhat entertaining. Though, in the most important war between good and evil everyone had drawn their weapons, that was when we were sent out like a troop of fighter jets, down to the main location of this raging fight — the very planet we were to watch over, Earth.
You may be asking yourself, What are Mittere Dios? Well, ask as much as you want, for you only will get the vaguest answers from me. You could say that the Mittere Dios are the beings from which Guardian Angels were thought up of, we constantly watch over mortals to keep an eye out for the things we are supposed to — unnecessary violence, natural disasters, you know, that sort of thing. The Mittere Dios are naturally prideful of what we are and what we do. have you ever heard of the saying, Life is not fair? Ha, don't ever tell me that. An unfair life is when you cannot die, you cannot live, and you cannot love. How's that for unfair? That is the life for us, those you would call "Angels," though there is nothing glamorous about our lives now that you have delved in deeper. Besides to protect, our life's purpose was also to find our one and only, the other half to our whole — our true love. Upon finding them, we would slowly die, just like a mortal. Some of us, well, they could not handle it. They pushed towards lust instead of love and went for others, immediately jumping their bones, or falling for another. Would you forgive someone of cheating on you, even if they were a so called Angel? No? I did not think so, neither did the Mittere Dios' true loves. Me? I have never fallen in love, not even once. I could not go through the pain that we have to go through when we lose those we fall for — when they are not our one and only of course.
I used to reside in Birmingham, England. The place was a green paradise, similar to what you would think Eden would look like — only, less sunny, more cloudy. With a lot of rain, the air always smelled fresh and clean. I loved it there, my own personal paradise. That is, until I got the call. At least, I thought it was some sort of call, it felt more like an instinctual pull to go to New York, to a small city called Hulling. Is this even making sense? It is cozy compared to Birmingham, and I have grown used to it these past few weeks, but I feel homesick every now and then. My secrets are deeper than any you have ever uncovered, consider yourself lucky, but no one else can know. I have never met my mate, though some part of me wishes to, some part of me doesn't. I want to live, but I want to die — is this making sense? I suppose not, but when you have lived as long as I, a lot of things don't make sense anymore.
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Me again? I'm starting to feel self-centered. Well, you could describe me as a bit stoic, serious, cold, whatever. I personally don't care how you mortals view me. You only see what you want to see, you never want to behold me when I heal a little girl's broken bone after she falls from the jungle gym, or when I find an injured animal on the road and nurse it back to health, No, you only see the mask I put on. So be it.
→ xxxxxυŝєяηαɱє» [Obvious]
→ xxxxxɱòтιf» [Theme song]
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Avali [ Abeline ] Tristam
→ xxxxxŝòbяιquєт»
[ Avali ]
→ xxxxxŝєηєŝcєηcє»
[ Nineteen ]
→ xxxxxŝєx»
I am the creature that was [ Made ] from the rib.
→ xxxxxιηcɭιηαтιòη»
I like those from which the rib was [ Taken]
→ xxxxxɓιятh∂αy»
[ 167 B.C — October 15 th ]
→ xxxxxɓιятhƥɭαcє»
That place called [ Heaven ] I have traveled from [ England. ] I suppose I'll stay here in [ Hulling. ]
→ xxxxxƕιιgƕ»
I am [ 5 feet and five inches. ] A bit short, aren't I?
→ xxxxxfάɭɭɨиǵ»
[ One Hundred and forty pounds. ] All these womanly curves, I suppose.
→ xxxxxтняσυgн»
[ Purest Steel ]
→ xxxxxɓяυѕɧєŝ»
[ Raven's Feather ]
→ xxxxxɱαηιfєŝтαтιòη»
There Is A Charm About The Forbidden That Makes It Unspeakably Desirable.
→ xxxxxcɭαŝs»
God dubbed me [ Abel. ] Though I do prefer, Abeline.
→ xxxxx∂òяɱαηт»
HA! Don't make me laugh! Don't speak of such foolish things to me! Yes, this does mean I am [ Loveless —&— Mateless. ] Thank you for asking.
→ xxxxxяòoɱ ηυɱɓєя»
I originally lived in [ England, ] but some insatiable pull brought me here to Hulling. I have picked out a place to live, the address is [ 485 Cipher Street. ] Never heard of it? Good, I thought I was the only one.
→ xxxxxŝєяєη∂ιƥιтy»
[ ☑Ability To Relate To Animals
☑ Charisma
☑ Can Shift The Way People Think Easily
☑ Charm
☑ Kindness
☑ Empathy
☑ Just
☑ Calming Presence
☑ Loyalty
☑ Not Easily Angered
☑ Deeper Than An O—c—e—a—n // Not Shallow
☑ Honesty
☑ Mystery?
☑ Sarcasm?
☑ Hopeless Romantic?]
→ xxxxx∂αɱηαтιòη»
[☒ Shy
☒ Quiet
☒ Skepticism
☒ Cynicism
☒ Puts Up A Cold Facade
☒ Withdrawn
☒ Annoyance
☒ Fragility
☒ Emotional
☒ Holds Deep Grudges Onto Those Who Do Her Wrong
☒ Can I —HiiDE — Behind This Mask?
☒ Easily Hurt — EMOTiiONALLY —
☒ Doesn't Like People Seeing Her True E—m—o—t—i—o—n—s
☒ Slightly S—a—d—i—s—t—i—c
☒ Afraid To Get H—u—r—t
☒ Uncoordinated
☒ Mystery?
☒Sarcasm?
☒ Hopeless Romantic? ]
→ xxxxxɱєɱòιя»
Being born in 167 B.C. I have heard, witnessed, and spoken things that no mortal could ever imagine. Being a Mittere Dios, my only sole purpose was to guide and keep close watch on the mortals that survived on this planet until their Savior was due — Jesus Christ. No, that was not blasphemy, don't even think it. Our job was hard, nearly impossible in my eyes. Mortals have this tendency to pick fights with other mortals, seeing what rubs the others the wrong way and they keep doing it. This is how the wars started, in my view, they were somewhat entertaining. Though, in the most important war between good and evil everyone had drawn their weapons, that was when we were sent out like a troop of fighter jets, down to the main location of this raging fight — the very planet we were to watch over, Earth.
You may be asking yourself, What are Mittere Dios? Well, ask as much as you want, for you only will get the vaguest answers from me. You could say that the Mittere Dios are the beings from which Guardian Angels were thought up of, we constantly watch over mortals to keep an eye out for the things we are supposed to — unnecessary violence, natural disasters, you know, that sort of thing. The Mittere Dios are naturally prideful of what we are and what we do. have you ever heard of the saying, Life is not fair? Ha, don't ever tell me that. An unfair life is when you cannot die, you cannot live, and you cannot love. How's that for unfair? That is the life for us, those you would call "Angels," though there is nothing glamorous about our lives now that you have delved in deeper. Besides to protect, our life's purpose was also to find our one and only, the other half to our whole — our true love. Upon finding them, we would slowly die, just like a mortal. Some of us, well, they could not handle it. They pushed towards lust instead of love and went for others, immediately jumping their bones, or falling for another. Would you forgive someone of cheating on you, even if they were a so called Angel? No? I did not think so, neither did the Mittere Dios' true loves. Me? I have never fallen in love, not even once. I could not go through the pain that we have to go through when we lose those we fall for — when they are not our one and only of course.
I used to reside in Birmingham, England. The place was a green paradise, similar to what you would think Eden would look like — only, less sunny, more cloudy. With a lot of rain, the air always smelled fresh and clean. I loved it there, my own personal paradise. That is, until I got the call. At least, I thought it was some sort of call, it felt more like an instinctual pull to go to New York, to a small city called Hulling. Is this even making sense? It is cozy compared to Birmingham, and I have grown used to it these past few weeks, but I feel homesick every now and then. My secrets are deeper than any you have ever uncovered, consider yourself lucky, but no one else can know. I have never met my mate, though some part of me wishes to, some part of me doesn't. I want to live, but I want to die — is this making sense? I suppose not, but when you have lived as long as I, a lot of things don't make sense anymore.
→ xxxxxɓιŝƥòŝιтιòη»
Me again? I'm starting to feel self-centered. Well, you could describe me as a bit stoic, serious, cold, whatever. I personally don't care how you mortals view me. You only see what you want to see, you never want to behold me when I heal a little girl's broken bone after she falls from the jungle gym, or when I find an injured animal on the road and nurse it back to health, No, you only see the mask I put on. So be it.
→ xxxxxυŝєяηαɱє» [Obvious]
→ xxxxxɱòтιf» [Theme song]
