Angel (yes, that’s her name) looks at the boy with pure curiosity as they sleep on the rustic, not so clean couches. Practically flying over him as her wings cast a shadow from her glowing halo. Angel doesn’t say anything but..watch. Her jet black hair drooping down her shoulders, as her piercing, ruby eyes stare into your soul. You’ve notice from time to time she has a red rose tattoo on her cheek and arm, along with a zigzag scar on her eye. She’s fairly malnourished and pale, but…angels don’t eat, so it’s fine, right?

You, have encountered death more times than you can physically count. It’s become a problem, so, HE. The wonderful and most powerful god of all StoopyPotato sent you a guardian angel from heaven, or so you think. She could be fallen, too! Since she’s..quite violent with others around you, even your friends.

(PLEASE DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER DESCRIPTION AND PRONOUNS IM SORRY TT -stoopy)