The hoof beats gentle in the snow, the wind lashing her white hair back, freedom flowed in the very movements between horse and woman; water and ice together, moulding each other in fluent actions across the vast land of snow. Elsa held the reins created from ice, her spine straight, sucking in a breath of absolute bliss. She was happy, peaceful. The routine of checking the forest, before finding the very point that she had made as a lookout over Arendelle, it was just any other day. Elsa felt peace, serenity and liberal, her freedom given by the knowledge that this was where she belonged. She wasn't to be feared, but, she was more than anyone, even herself knew of.

The crystal horse stilling at the peak of the lookout, her azure hues watched the lands, her kingdom. The people were happy, laughter and music flowing together in perfect harmony. The wind brushed through her long locks, seated upon the back of the horse, her soul sighing in content rest upon the sight. Hand brushing the neck of the horse, her hand guided it away, swinging to the side, descending back into he shelter of the trees.
Laughter floating through the air caused her to stop, not knowing another around. Yet, two voices, happy. Curious, Elsa swung the steed to the side, advancing towards the voices. The queen kept a careful eye, yet she wondered. Had they strayed from Arendelle? Potentially not, it was a fair hike for anyone. The trees began to open up, and she halted the horse, dismounting, and leading it on foot. Hand reaching up, her curiosity was answered, as the ice expanded before her. Hidden, she watched a brunette male teaching a younger female to ice skate. Attempting to. Her lips parting in a soft sound of awe, she watched, keeping the branches around her in order to keep hidden.

The scene changed, Elsa holding her breath as the ice began to crack, hearing the groaning from her post on where she stood. Yet the boy held a clever tactic in order to get her to safety. The queen felt her heart hammering, keeping her distance as she didn't want to distract him, make the situation worst. It was so quick, himself getting the younger female from the fracturing ice, and both laughing a bit in relief. However, she knew, /felt/ the ice cracking. But Elsa could not erupt from her place quick enough. Even if she had the speed to freeze the ice, her fears of what she did to Ana came rushing back. She couldn't risk his life trying to save it.

"Go.. Go.."

Her orders to the water spirit as she ran for the girl, the male having fallen under the weight of the water then. Elsa ran for the girl, rushing them both off the ice as the horse disappeared through the broken ice, heading to retrieve the male. Elsa held the tormented female, the sobbing figure calling. Jack.. His name was Jack. Elsa held her head close to her stomach, forcing herself to breathe otherwise, it would become deadly for them all. The female felt her entire body chill, her eyes drawing upwards towards the moon; the washing sensations of knowing feeling pushing through her. Something was happening, and she didn't know what. Yet the moon..-

The water broken, hoofbeats landing on the ice, male on its back.
"Jack!" Elsa moved to kneel by the distraught female, her hand touching her cheek. "I need you to be brave, and stay here.." She didn't have the gift this Jack had at easing fear, but she had to try. Disconnecting from the young female, Elsa moved towards Jack whom was now on the ice. But no longer brunette, but white haired, and very much unconscious. " Go to her." She ordered he spirit whom snorted, and followed trail to the female who impatiently stood, whilst Elsa kneeled, placing her ear on the males chest. Heartbeat was there, yet faint. Her hues moved back up to the moon, feeling the drawing power.

A message..
But what?

"Just tell me what to do.."

As if on command, the wind blew, Elsa feeling the push of her gaze towards the female. Pushing her away. "What-?" She understood what this meant and a breath left her, blue hues wide with terror. No.. She didn't want to. "That's cruel, you know this.." She whispered as the young girl stared towards her in wonder, tear stained face, hoping for the best. The wind wove around her, whisking the snow around herself and Jack. The cold didn't seep into her skin, but the chills of her thoughts caused the shivers through her. Breathless, unable to produce words, Elsa looked down towards the white haired boy.

He's like me..

"Take her home.. Jack will be okay."

Elsa rose, from beside the boy, using her magic to create a small shelter over the male, safe and protected within it's form. Elsa swung towards the horse, moving elegantly to pick the girl up and place her on its back. "You'll see Jack again, just never stop believing." The woman whispered before the horse took off, Elsa watching with misty eyes. This was a new life for Jack, a whole different world. Whilst Elsa felt the pull to want to help him, she didn't want to be in the way of anything. Their abilities would be left unknown to each other, until fate drew them together.

If fate drew them together.

Necessary rules and regulations from the admin, to you.

↳ REPLY TIMES
I work ten days straight, starting early mornings. Being Australian time zone, I'll most likely be opposite your time, so your night is my day. When I get home, I'm often tired so will limit my replies. Please, do not rush me if I can't reply within a day. Allow a few days, unless I've previously gotten to you about replying.

↳ DONT CONTROL
Please do not control my characters. That power remains with me, and how a character is. Controlling will lead to roleply termination and removal.

↳ NO MARY SUES
Everything has a weakness. Even gods. No matter how strong a creature or human is, nothing is untouchable or invincible.

↳ SHIPPING
All my characters are single ship. I will not discuss Ships straight off the bat, they must be formed. I will not ship a character with a multi ship character either. Chemistry is a must, it cannot be forced. Smut I rarely do, so don't add me expecting it, I'll be the first to disappoint you.

↳ MATURE THEMES
You must be over 18 in order to partake in roleplays with me. My roleplays will contain mature themes, violence, gore, adult themes if they stretch to that. If you lie about your age, you will be blocked immediately.

↳ CHARACTER VS ADMIN
what my characters do or say, does not reflect me as an admin. Thoughts of a character are not my thoughts. Feelings of a character are not mine. Do not mistake this, know the difference between roleplay and reality.

↳ OOC AND IC
I'll always use || when I'm writing OOC, and use quotations when IC. Please do the same, let me know if IC or OOC.

↳ PLOTTING
Do not come at me with a random starter, please. I have multiple muses and I would love to plot first before starters. Simply so we are both on the same page, and we don't have characters destroying each other if they don't mesh.

↳ ACCEPTED
I wholly accept and welcome random snippets, tags, ideas, send silly things on my profile, the comments! Don't hold back, I'll invest as much as you invest in me.

↳ EDITS
Im an editor at times so I do create random edits for people or myself. Do not steal these edits, and if you ever use them, please credit me where it's due.

↳ THEFT
Stealing bios or edits will result in not only blocking, but reporting. I do not like reporting but theft of other people's works or my own is not acceptable.

If you have read these, please comment your favorite song lyric x

Name: Henrik
Nickname: Henny, A.B d*ck (Ashleigh), little witch
Birthname: Henrik Mikaelson
Age: 1000+
Date of birth: Unknown
Birthplace: Mystic Falls
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student, manager of his own store
Marital status: Single
Species: Warlock


(-)
(+) Selfless, caring, giving, forgiving.

Parent::Esther and Mikael Mikaelson
Siblings:⤿Freya Mikaelson
⤿Elijah Mikaelson
⤿Finn Mikaelson
⤿Niklaus Mikaelson
⤿Rebekah Mikaelson
⤿Kol Mikaelson
Fears: Dying, turning into a vampire
Tattoos: None
Faceclaim: ⤿ Asa Butterfield (before death)
⤿ Andrew Garfield (ancestors body choice)
⤿ Ben Barnes (current body)


The youngest son of Esther and Mikael, Henrik is loved by the entirety of his family. He was a quiet boy, finding love in following his bigger brothers, Klaus and Elijah in their adventures, finding peace and love with Rebekah. He was never really one to hold the viking side like his father, but more the gentle side of his mother. He was just coming to age where he began to understand magic, and he found interest in this, and a peculiar drawing to it. It was the fateful night, wanting to see the wolves turn with Niklaus, that ended his tender life, and shredded his family apart, causing the very first vampires after his death.

Henrik’s soul had been cast into the other world, yet, not of death. The ancestors had drawn to him, since he was the second one aside from Freya to hold the intense possibility of his gift of witchcraft. His bloodline was precious, but now, ripped with the atrocities of vampirism. Henrik would not be allowed to die so easily. It was the communications of the ancestors to Dahlia, the current guardian of Freya, that led to Henrik’s soul being taken from them, and placed into the body of the young boy having recently passed.
Henrik was not allowed to wake for nearing 800 years; Dahlia having cast a spell over his body to preserve it, his being in a death like slumber. It was there, he could rest, his soul could experience peace, tranquility. During those times, Freya would be his main source of contact. Although he was never responsive due to the sleep like manner, she would speak to him of life. New achievements of spells, her own world changing, her growing and changing feelings to Dahlia, her lover, her child, her lost child. She would cry, laugh, as if he were alive and experiencing this with her.

After his time during slumber, just before Dahlia and Freya were to sleep due to Dahlia’s orders, Henrik was awoken. The ancestors had removed the wolf attack from his memory, this being something they didn’t wish for him to retain during this life. Henrik held a clear memory of all his siblings, of bits and pieces of what Freya spoke whilst he had been cloaked in rest. Dahlia had sat with him, explained that he was awake now, the process he would endure of training, though not by her. Not yet. But another witch. A friend to Dahlia.

Henrik ached, Freya now under the slumber, and himself alone. He however did live with a single promise made to him. As soon as he had learnt all he was required to, he would be released and he would have the chance to experience his family again. So, that was what Henrik lived with. He worked hard with his magic, pushing himself sometimes when he wasnt ready. But, he was determined; and as found out, intuitive with the ways of magic. After 100 years of training, he had written a couple of spells, and could perform them. He strayed from expression magic, keeping to the balance of the witches. Over the course of the entire 200 years, he learnt a great deal, even the binding contract to his soul; As long as he remained a witch, he could live. If he turned vampire, and destroy the balance, he would be taken down, and his life revoked from the ancestors.

Freya had awoken 20 years before he left, and they forged an extremely close bond. She worked a bit more with him, and Dahlia, sharing that unique sibling bond (once uncovering their relationship, and learning of the binding contract of Esther and Dahlia) They began to take part in keeping an eye on the activity of the Mikaelson’s. Tracking them, making the search easier for when he would set out. It was so c l o s e. Henrik grew anxious, but he held the depths of patience.
The tragedy struck when the siblings learnt of the demise of Kol in Mystic Falls. Henrik mourned heavily, having known Kol more than what Freya did. It was then, he broke from Dahlia, and decided on his path to connecting to his siblings. Though he would never hate for the loss and destruction to his siblings, he still found that death was far too cruel when it wasn’t time. Kol was the first sibling he touched base with, this being also his first test.

Henrik resurrected Kol into the body of another man, this task having taken weeks of preparation and work. However, the outcome was worth the wait. He had got Kol back, who took another name of Kaleb for now. Despite the little trust that came from Kol, Henrik had a certain way with people. His easy nature, his kind look, the selfless being. So, it didn’t take Kol long to understand, and realize this was his little brother. No one but Henrik knew of Kol being alive, up until they both followed trails back to New Orleans, and only then, did piece by piece, did Henrik begin to slowly knit himself into his rightful place.

The Mikaelson Family.

CONNECTIONS;

⤿

ALWAYS AND FOREVER SOLO;

Trigger warning - mentions of death, minor gore

Hiding was the normal thing for the family during the full moon. This time, was no different. But this time, the ten summers old male could almost feel the silence through his bones, watching the caves of the walls, waiting. Everyone was asleep, everyone except for him. This was one of the times that he couldn't, and he couldn't explain why. Veins pumping with a form of adrenaline, he watched by the single candle light as Klaus rolled over, his sleeping form drawing the eye of Henrik. Fingers tapping against his knees, lips pursing, he couldn't help but feel that singular push compelling him forward. Hand and knees, crawling towards the sleeping figure of his older brother. The gravel was hard on his hands, biting his palms but he soon pulled up beside his brother, dark eyes focused, black hair framing his face.

"Niklaus."
The soft whisper of his brothers name touched his lips, hand coming to touch upon his shoulder, gently shaking his brother. Niklaus was a light sleeper, Henrik presumed that it was because of father, and there was no way he could quench that saddness, a saddness he could pick up from Niklaus a long like away. Henrik was kind, tentative to every sibling, loving all so intensely. His gaze was met with those of his elder, the soft echo of movement as Klaus moved to sit up, their eyes locked on one another.

"Henrik?"
"I can't sleep."

He was very sure to keep his voice to a whisper, Klaus glancing around at their siblings. The silence was never awkward between them, the innocent mind and childlike trust wove with such a manner, his wide eyes watching his sibling as their gaze met. "It feels weird this time.." Henrik didn't understand that this was his first sign of coming into his powers, the pull of the celestial event, the full moon gently tugging senses which he didn't know about. Nor would Klaus understand. "How?" Henrik fell short to answer him, not sure how the hell to answer it. His gaze shifted to the ground, his fingers moving to twist together. "I... it doesn't matter.. can we go out?"

The shock of Niklaus wasn't a surprise. But there was no instant regret. He had known that Klaus had a bit of a curious nature to the wolves, and two times, the boys had discussed about the wolves, Henrik had only grown more drawn to want to find out more, knowledge being his key need to discover. Nik almost looked like he was about to reject, Henrik giving him a small, pleading look. "Just one look... Just at a distance, we won't be long.." Neither brother understood the nature they were accepting into, neither understanding how fate has cruel intentions when warnings were not heeded to. Niklaus nodded, coming to rise, Henrik rising excitedly as well. Taking his elder brothers hand, both boys moved from the shelter, the caves, into the cool night air. Henrik glanced behind him before moving after his elder brother towards the next village.

Leaves crunched, his breath escaping in brief, foggy breaths, clinging tight to his brothers hand, both fear and adrenaline moving through his body as they walked. The moon was high, full, the light guiding the path as if opening the way to them. The sounds of the men came into earshot as they crossed into the next village, Niklaus slowing. They crept, moving towards until the fire lit the surrounds, hearing the men, women turning. Henriks gaze landed on the scene, both the boys kneeling at a safe distance, trapped in the trance of watching them turning. Snapping bones, screams, the signs of agony. Whilst it was disturbing, causing him to huddle closer to Niklaus, Henrik could not help but to also feel completely enthralled by it all.

"Whoa-"
His breath escaped him with the single word, his eyes Moving to meet with the gaze of his elder brother whom also seemed to feel exactly what he felt. Gaze moving back to the village, the bodies turning to wolves, colors of grey, white, even a singular black one. Henrik felt the shivers of excitement coursing through him, a tremble vibrating through him, which was noticed by the hand on his shoulder, keeping him close. Screams turned to growls, growls lit with the howls, songs of the wolves praising the moon. Henrik knew they had to get back, they needed to get back to safety.

But after another second.. two.. three..

The youngest Mikaelson knew that it was this moment, Niklaus and himself had bonded on a whole new level, a strength due to sharing the knowledge of their curious nature binding them in such a dangerous, yet memorial moment that they had been protected from. Again, his eyes moved back to the face of his sibling, beaming with absolute ecstasy, the village still turning from men to beast. Klaus moved a his hand to gently ruffle the locks of the younger, causing a small giggle, the pair of them rising from their spot, every intention of heading back to their family.

Henrik took only five steps, realising Klaus wasn't following. His name began to touch his tongue, turning to look at his sibling. Niklaus was frozen, both hands up, Henriks gaze following that of his brothers, to the wolf that stood there, rooted, lips peeled back in the growl that shivered the air. "Henrik.. go.." The words seemed to fall off deaf ears, the young males mind racing, frozen. Every second, his mind filled with one thought - this was his fault. He had asked Klaus to come. He had allowed them both to break the rules. "Henrik-" the sharp barking, Henrik had two options to make in that split second. He could obey, and let his brother be mauled, and live with that guilt. But that wasn't who he was. Henrik held a deep nobility, held a love more intense than anyone could understand.

It was seconds, Henrik breaking into a sudden sprint, those five steps only taking two and a half, the wolf lunging at those precise seconds. Hands connecting to the body of his sibling, pushing with all his force which was assisted with the fuel of adrenaline, his brothers body flying from the path of the wolf, Henrik feeling that split second of relief, snatched suddenly by the fear as the wolf crashed down upon him. His screams tore his throat as fangs and claws worked into his skin, blood staining the fur, his skin, the land. He fought the best he could, the seering pain ripping with every part of his skin as it tore, muscles severed, his young body diminishing under the attack of the wolf. Severing into his lungs, and heart, blood bubbled through his throat, coughing, choking as his screams faded, instead, his last breaths being a wet choke, limbs falling still under the weight of the death that quickly stole him from life.

Following Niklaus home was one of the most painful days of his life. His soul unseen yet, the ancestors had already spoken to him. Tried to draw him back. Henrik refused, not until he could walk with Niklaus home, carrying the body of his mutilated mistake. Henrik soaked in the sadness, his own cheeks stained with the tears of the pain his brother felt. Once he got to the village, Henrik stood at a distance, his young self watching as his family absorbed the shock, his mother pleading for his come back. But the ancestors had other plans, and those plans did not include coming back then. They were much bigger. But he didn't even understand it, he couldn't. He watched the mess unfold, felt the pain tear him apart once more. Between the life of himself, and his brother, he had paid that price. .

Always and forever began with him.

Name: Elsa
Nicknames: Queen (formerly)
Age: Currently 25
Birthplace: Arendelle
Gender: Female
Occupation: teacher, occasional mentor for magic
Marital status: Single
Species: Sorceress, ice spirit


(-) Impulsive, reserved
(+) loyal, mature, courageous

Parents: Agnarr and Iduna
Siblings: Ana
Fears: Herself mostly.
Tattoos: None
Faceclaim: Natalie Dormer


BRIEF BIO
• First in line to the throne if Arendelle, Elsa possessed the unique abilities of magic which was evident since a young age. Having a close bond with her sister, she had no fears of proving this love with her gift with her, but after the accident, Elsa changed from that moment. She became reserved, fearful of her powers, trying hard to control them. During her years of growth, Elsa had to deal with the loss of her parents, the coronation, the revelation of her powers to her people. Yet during the trials, she managed to restore her relationship with her sister, and became the queen once more to Arendelle. But it was only 3 years later, she endured a quest to the hidden forest, to where, not only did she nearly lose her life again for the truth, but she found herself, and finally had the answers to who she really was - the fifth element.
After the crowning of Ana, Elsa became the sorceress to the forest, the protector. Finding the truth of herself, she no longer holds the fear that she had, but she's grown in a strong confidence. Having the knowledge, she's calm, easy natured and keeps the balance between humanity and powers. She sometimes travels, finding her path through life, being that bridge to help and guidance. Elsa is Strong, confident, independent, but she finds it hard to connect with people. Whilst she doesn't fear her powers any more, she fears hurting people, so keeps her attachment levels to a minimum.

ELSA AS THE WORLD WOULD SEE
• Arendelle sits comfortably in the sights of Croatia, the kingdom proud, her walls very much standing near hundreds of years.
• Elsa took on the powers from her mother's side, the people of Ahtohallan|Northuldra; the mystical event of her birth being during the event of the aurora borealis.
• She was three years old when Ana was born and the pair became inseparable.
• At eight years old, the accident occurred where she accidentally struck Ana with her powers, which triggered off a long line of fear of herself and her magic for the future.
• Kept locked away and isolated, even as far as the kingdom gates shutting, Elsa tried to work with her father to control her powers. However the older she got, the more she feared, the more they exposed themself.
• When she was 18, her mother and father perished in the seas, ship wrecked. Elsa never attended the funeral like her sister, but as always, suffered the loss alone.
• At 21 years of age, she was ready to take the place as Queen, and so, the Coronation day arrived. This meant the opening of the gates, and first touch of social interaction with people again, including Ana.
• After a minor disagreement between Ana and Elsa, Elsa lost control of her powers and she was revealed. Scared, and partially humiliated, she fled the kingdom in fear for her life.
• During her hours alone, Elsa found her first touch of inner strength, and she allowed her powers to be seen. Her power of creation and life brought her the ability to produce a castle of ice on the side of the North mountain, becoming queen of her own, without anyone; unbeknown to her that Arendelle was freezing over because of her.
• Ana found her however, begging her back home. After the revelation of Arendelle and it's condition, Elsa began to panic, and during an episode of losing control, struck Ana in the heart with her powers, which followed through a path of Ana slowly freezing to death from the inside, out.
• Elsa was captured shortly after, and imprisoned back in Arendelle. After trying to get her to reverse the spell on Arendelle, she was sentenced to death for treason.
• managing to break out, and flee again, Elsa didn't get far before Hans caught her again, announcing Ana was dead because of her. The blizzard that she had caused was wiped so suddenly in her pained distress. However, little did she know that Hans was out to kill her, but Ana stepped between them, froze, and the power of her love caused the forcefield to back fire against the blow of the sword that was aimed to kill Elsa.
• After mourning the loss for a few minutes, Ana unfroze, as love had thawed her frozen heart.
• The sisters went back, and formed a life in Arendelle, the gates always open to the people and Elsa being accepted and not feared by who she is.
• Elsa was 24 when she struggled again with who she was, and her purpose. What made it even more noticeable was the voice calling her that only she could hear.
• After awakening the spirits to the hidden forest, Elsa, Ana kristoff, sven and olaf all journeyed to the forest, where they were sucked in, but couldn't get back out.
• It was there they were met with the Northuldra people, and some of the Arendelle soldiers lost and never found.
• The elements, wind, fire, and earth had met her, and Elsa was able to tame tame them all.
• Elsa finally figured her path, after learning that her mother was the Northuldra people, and so after setting Ana back, she journeyed alone.
• Elsa was met with the final element, water, the only bridge between her and the truth at Ahtohallan. Several attempts of passing the ferocious waves of the ocean proved fruitless but then, taking on the spirit of water in the shape of a horse, she was able to harness it, tame it, and ride it to Ahtohallan.
• It was there, Elsa found the truth of herself, her mother, her people and the Northuldra people. She stepped in place of the fifth element, ice and she discovered that it was her she had been looking for her entire life. She was home, and she wasn't queen, but she was the remaining element of balance. She discovered the trap caused by her people, and knew how to make it right. However, she froze quickly, only enough time to send a message to Ana with the use of her powers.
• Ana discovered Elsa had died, and it broke her world. But, discovering the truth, she fought to make the amends, and despite Arendelle being at risk, the walls holding back the water had to come down.
• Due to Ana completing this task, and fixing the wrong, Elsa unfroze again, this time, able to race the water on the back of the water horse, and use her powers again, to save Arendelle against the water.
• After an emotional reunion, Ana became engaged to Kristoff and then was crowned queen as Elsa abdicated the throne.
• Elsa remained in the forest then as the guardian, and protector. But she knew she had to find out if there was a way to break the curse. Otherwise, she would live forever, and watch everyone she loved, die.
• During her time there, Elsa came across the boy, Jack Frost. With the elements of the moon, and her own creation of life, she was the one who helped saved him. However, in order to preserve him from her, since she believes she is best away from people, Elsa ensured he was alive, and left him to the guardians
• She made the decision to leave Arendelle, the forest, and seek answers. Whether it was possible or not, she didn't know.
• She's now residing in New York city, having become an art teacher (specialising in sculpture creations)
• She also helps others with magical abilities as she understands the fear of no control.
• Not having found the answers yet to her curse, she knows perhaps there isn't one due to how unique she is. But she won't ever stop trying.


CONNECTIONS;

⤿
⤿
⤿

Name: Aamirah
Nicknames: Dove (Samael)
Birth name: Aamirah
Age: Unknown - 5000+
Date of birth: Unknown
Birthplace: Heaven
Gender: Female
Occupation: Sidekick of God, warrior of heaven
Marital status: Single
Species: Hound of God


(-) Aggressive, sometimes impulsive
(+) Loyal, fearless, nurturing



Parents: Gods
Siblings: Mikah (only through creation)
Fears: Being thrown from heaven
Tattoos: None
Faceclaim: Eiza Gonzalez



INSIGHT INTO THE CREATURE
⤿ Before the creation of the world, even before the time of the angels, God created what came to be known later down on earth as mans best friend. The divine hound, hound of God was hand made for the purpose of companionship and loyalty. Before Christ came to be, God had no one. The divine hound, only one of her kind, became one of the most known, yet feared creatures as she later became a weapon in war, a tool for tackling evil, and one no one wanted to cross. She had a severe possessiveness of love to God, the archangels, even some of the soldiers of heaven. Though, when she was messed with, her bite was definitely stronger than her bark.

Aamirah is the proud creation of God, ever since her very first breath, her life bled loyalty to heaven. To God. Angels questioned her true position within heaven, often stirring questions to whether God and herself were far more than companions, however, they were silenced in fierce battles from herself. The simple repulsion of loving a master more than what he was, it seemed that one could not entirely break from whispers. So her duty came to putting ones in place who stepped from their line. Whilst heaven worked out the ranks, and whilst they were new, it was easy. Being the ideas bouncer for God, the blue prints of humans, earth, the creation of something so beautiful, Aamirah could only fawn over the idea of God’s. She believed it was for good, she supported the choice. And she knew the angel’s, the archangels as well would support such decisions. For many, many years, she worked with him, growing closer to a few of the Angels, Samael, Michael, Gabriel. She would accompany Samael on his endeavors, his plans, assist Michael in trials of combat, often kicking his ass, however enjoying the times she spent with him, and teaching Gabriel to think outside the box, think further. She was the gentle push to the trickster he became, often enduring the consequences of that, not that she minded.

Samael became the light, however, in her life. Being completely honest with God, she spoke of their growing friendship and relationship, and God supported it. He had no desire to prevent happiness between the divine. Samael and Aamirah became the big thing with heaven, the love and taunting gestures of the angels. They didn’t mind it, finding the amusement far more entertaining. It came the day where God came to reveal his plans to the beings of heaven. Aamirah was right by his side, listening with pride as her master spoke of his plans for earth, and the creatures known as humans. Creatures of knowledge, imperfections, creatures that they would have to guide and love. Everyone agreed. Except one, much to Aamirah’s surprise. Samael refused. He didn’t believe that this was right, he could not love something so incomplete, useless, not when God had made them all. Why would he want this? Aamirah spent weeks trying to get him to come around, see it their way, yet, it was fruitless. Utterly, and dispairingly useless.

Aamirah watched that hateful day, Michael bearing the sword given to him specifically for the most painful event to ever be spoke in history. Samael was struck from heaven, spiralling down into a place called hell, and later being referred to as Lucifer, or Satan. The devil, as some loved to call him by, became that figure of evil, all because he loved God more than anything else. Aamirah suffered the heartache of losing him, not able to save him from his love to God, not being able to talk some sense into him. She became dangerous, finding herself becoming more and more violent in fighting with Michael in order to release her emotions, almost coming to a point of destroying him. It was God who had to call her off, and make her realise that she was spiralling a dangerous path of possibly of being thrown from Heaven.

Finding her footing again, being gentle in her ways with Michael again, she distanced however, not as close to the angels as she used to be. She loved the humans, the creatures of earth that her master made. She became a weapon against creatures that followed Samael, knights of hell, demons, even hell hounds created due to her image. Disgusting creatures whom she was most happy to destroy. If she wasnt by God’s side in heaven, often keeping from the paths of the angels unless leading them into battle or essential contact, then she was carrying duty on earth. Aamirah can come across as cold, but she has a pure heart, one of devotion and loyalty.

MASKS OF THE HOUND
⤿ Human’s don’t often see the true form of Aamirah. However, whenever she is sighted, she is said to be a large dog, form of a white german shepherd, yet larger in size. Her fur is perfectly white, not a single blemish to stain her, quite clean and tidy at the sight. Her eyes are a pearl sort of golden color, described as a soft, yet serene glow. During the wars of heaven, she has a specially made armor, yet only the angels have witnessed her in the form with her armor.

STRENGTHS;
- Aamirah is quite skilled in combat, both with weapons, and without weapons.

- Speed and agility is heightened, meaning better flexibility around battles, especially the tougher crowds.

- The ability to heal rapidly, near instantly despite any form of wound inflicted.

- Due to her age, she is quite strong in many aspects, physically being the main one. She can give Michael a run for his money, however, he has been known to have some very clean wins on her too.

WEAKNESSES;
- The only true weakness that has a hold over Aamirah is Cain and his weapon. Cain has the ability to kill her, but only if he has the mark, and the weapon to do so.

- Phoenix ash injected into her somehow, or ingested, harbors the power to both weaken her and slow her ability to heal rapidly.

- She still holds a love to Samael despite the fall, but no one knows this, believing she has moved on. No one has helped her to yet.


CONNECTIONS;

⤿ Lucifer