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Katiel say uncomfortably, perched on the end of a tree-branch with a decent view into Jari's apartment. Here we're a few blind spots, specifically Kari's morher's bedroom and the bathroom, but Katiel was glad for that. The terms of his guardianship were strict- he was to follow her as closely as possible, but he was not to compromise her modesty. "There was a dignity to humanity which should not be stripped without careful consideration": that was what the Ophanim who had trained him. Katiel had a sudden flashback to his youth, the almighty voice of the Ophanim... A strange beast, indeed, of fire and eyes and wheels. It had been a while since he stood before his old mentor.

He kept his keen eyes trained on the home, and slowly began to learn the ins and outs of their lives. It was remarkable how much one could discover simply by watching: secrets, lies, thoughts even if one knew what to look for.

His train of thought was broken by a set of heavy, leathery wings flapping wildly past him. He whirled around and lost his balance, falling to the ground below with a loud crash, due in part to his arm snapping terribly, bending back at the elbow. He stifled a desperate yell, gritting his teeth. The creature that had knocked him from the beach stood giggling a few feet away. It was squat, far, and had a mouthful of sharp teeth that split the head unnaturally from ear to ear. Katiel lunged for it, but missed, and it scampered back into the sky. Katiel was left to painfully bend his arm back into the right position, and hope that he hadn't been detected.
Yeah, it kinda does! I see what you mean... huh, she looks pretty cool! :D

Will post later, omw to work now.
Katiel stood for a moment, deciding what to do. Clearly, she wanted nothing to do with him, and he was sure that pressing the issue too forcefully would harm his cause more than help it. He sighed slightly, resolving to follow her from a distance and make sure that she got home safe. There was a small comfort to him, as the dire feeling he had been getting dissipated. Clearly whatever bad decision she was going to make, she has now chosen not to.

He did his best to tail her as silently as possible, ducking from tree to tree as they navigated through the park, always with an ear out for the small rustles which might betray the presence of an enemy. He would just have to deal with it, if an imp did decide to make its presence known. Horrible little things, made of scrabbling claws and quick, gnashing jaws... he wished desperately that he could have taken his blade with him, or better yet one of the archangelic Judgements, but carrying that sort of thing would draw too much attention. If he was attacked, he would have to exorcise his foes in a far more traditional way.

Katiel followed Kari along her path, being careful not to be seen. He stepped on a cat at one point, causing the animal to hiss and slash at him ineffectually, but he was pretty sure that he managed to duck into the shadows again without being seen. The streets were cold, now, dead. Barely anyone around. This was not the situation he wanted to be in, skulking and largely defenceless. Demons liked the dark... Katiel was more of a morning person. Eventually, he managed to follow Kari to her destination.
Katiel sighed and sped up slightly do that he could walk alongside Kari. He smiled at get again, this time a little weakly, trying to find some rational reason for her to trust an admittedly strange man approaching her like this. Eventually he decided to try to explain away the oddities of the situation if he could, without compromising his cover.

"The glasses are because my eyes are... Different. Anyway, I really don't think you should be out alone like this. I saw some guys hanging around here who looked like they were pretty dangerous." Katiel glanced wearily into the night. He could feel eyes upon his head... Leering yellow eyes of a beast, long since past redemption. An imp, most likely- not too dangerous alone, but Katiel didn't have any weapons on his person. He could kill it, but Kari was an issue. "I know this sounds odd, but I think I know who they are. Used to know them... Long time ago, now. I think it would be better if you went home that way."

Katiel motioned to a particular park exit. It led into a large open space outside a shopping centre, a small crowd of late night shoppers mingling about. It was to him a perfect spot. The imp, or imps, wouldn't risk an assault with other people around. It would cause too much of a scene. It would be safe...ish...

"I understand that you probably don't trust me, but you should. I'm just trying to help, and I promise I'm not trying to trick you into something."
Katiel walked slowly, silently, across the old stone pavement. He was being careful now, not to be seen: his wings were away, and as such the light of his eyes and the tiny tongues of fire that occasionally lapped at his feet were suppressed, making him appear as any other early twenty-something young man- though his white hair occasionally drew some funny looks, most simply dismissed it in a second as being a quirk of youth. He made sure that his footsteps were silent, so as not to alert Kari to his presence.

Guardianship was always a difficult and tiring duty. It was far simpler to just watch from heaven, or walk as a spirit upon the earth. But when direct intervention was on the table, they could not waste time. It was made worse by his innate ineptitude at any form of real deception. He could wear the outfit and walk like a man, but if asked a question nothing in his nature would permit him to lie. It made things difficult. Often, he had simply taken to replying "I do not want to say that" or some variation of it when asked about himself. This rarely made him any friends within law enforcement.

This time it was a little different, however. He could sense an ill motive in Kari... She could, if let alone, make a dire mistake. He didn't know quite what- such insights were rare and vague, given only for specific needs. But he had to do something.

Eventually he decided that he had little way of contacting her organically, so he steeled his resolve and simply walked into her, bumping her with his shoulder.

"Oh! I hope that didn't hurt you!" He smiled at her. "Hey, it's late... What are you doing out here? The parks aren't always safe in this neighbourhood."
The stars were bright. The air was cool. Katiel was in a great deal of pain.

He was unsure what, precisely, made his passage into the world so turbulent. He had visited earth before, and it had gone a lot better. He had stepped from the golden spire, spread his wings, and in a whirl of colour and sound found himself standing in a small park in northern Germany, clad in workman's clothes. Today's journey was significantly different. He had stepped from the golden spire, spread his wings, and in a whirl of colour and sound... found himself above the earth, tumbling end-over-end, air heating around him, fire engulfing him as he streaked across the sky. Entrance to the atmosphere... a new experience, but not one he wished to repeat. For miles around, people would see a burning streak across the night sky, and call it a meteor. They were wrong.

Regaining his composure, Katiel flung his wings out. The fire around him dispersed, fading in seconds, and he began to hover in the evening sky. His eyes scanned the bustling settlement below, searching for a name. Eventually, he found who he was looking for and descended to the ground as stealthily as he could. He cast his eyes around - no-one had seen him. Excellent. He clicked his fingers, and a leather jacket dropped around his shoulders. He placed some sunglasses over his eyes to disguise their silver hue. Time to make a friend, he thought.
WhiteRose Character Sheet
Katiel

Katiel is a guardian angel, assigned to protect a young woman from harm while the foul armies of darkness gather around her. He appears to be a young man, cleanly dressed, with a mop of untidy white hair at the top of his head. He is easily exasperated and has little patience for those who would oppose the forces of good, being particularly ruthless in the protection of children, whom he has come to view as particularly worthy of special care. He often finds himself at a loss when dealing with mortals, never knowing quite where to draw the line between mercy and justice when it comes to personal sin, and therefore sometimes being perceived as too harsh by those with a more easily forgiving mindset.
PM'd ya :)
Hey all! I'm not exactly new - I was part of the Old Roleplayer Guild before things went all server-crash-y. Not particularly well known, though - even I don't remember my old username now! xP

So, a fresh start is in order I feel!

I'm 20 years old and a University student in the UK. Native British (a good mix too - Welsh father, English mother, Scottish up in my mum's family tree), and therefore a bit pale and barely seen two straight weeks of sun in my life. xD

Hope to tell some interesting stories with y'all!

- Rose
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