Name: Aoi Hikari
Hair: Silver/white, waist length
Eyes: Light brown, almond shaped
Physical Desciption: Aoi stands only 5 feet 7 inches tall and has a thin but curvy frame. Her long white hair swoops down to cover her right eye and the small blue moon birthmark that she gained once becoming an angel. Her typical clothing consists of a flowing, deep blue robe that stops at her knees and hangs slightly off of her shoulders; it's hard to fight if your robes are always getting in the way. The long sleeves are covered with intricate designs and comes down nearly to her finger tips.
History: Aoi wasn't always an angel. In fact, she used to be as human as the ones she going to protect now. Unfortunately, though, she only remembers one thing of her past: her death. She remembers the face of the man that kidnapped her from her parents' house, late one night and the feel of his chilled hands as he touched her in places unimagined. Then the rush of cold water as his hands forced her under, holding her down untill she could no longer remember how to breath. The last image that her lifeless eyes saw was a pale glowling hand, reaching down to grab her soul, pulling her out of the water... Now? She was the quiet, well respected angel who did everything to her fullest ability.
Weapon: Aoi likes to use her spiritual powers more than her physical strength, so she usually carries a wand. The wand fits comfotably in her hand, but isn't weightless. It's shaft is made of the strongest metal known to Angels and the tip it composed of a glass ball. Inside sits a blue opaz, one that floats in the middle of the glass. She uses this to futher charge her surprisingly blue spiritual power. (Instead of the typical white arora, she has blue, due to her death) She usually uses water or blue light to perform any spiritual actions.
Aoi sighed as she landed in the secluded woods a little ways from the funeral home. She managed to get a few twigs in her hair and startle a few forest animals. "Sorry." She said in a soothing voice as she smoothed her plain black dress, picked especially for this event. She'd tranformed her wand and made it into a ring, one with a glass globe with a opaz inside. After straightening her hair a bit, Aoi strutted out of the forest in black heels as if that wasn't weird at all. Spotting a fellow angel that had also been assign to the task, she walked straight over to him.
"Hey Parael. Nice tux."
Name: Roy Karp
Hair: Jet black, ear length, often falls into his eyes
Eyes: Sharp blue eyes
Physical Description: Roy is a tall boy of 5'11 and has the physical built of a track star. His typical clothing consists of anything long sleeved, hoodied, and black. Yes, he's a lover of dark clothing. He has one nose piercing, mainly because his mother said he had to stop after that. On his right arm, he has a star shaped scar, due to some past events.
History: The Karp's originally lived in Alabama before moving to Arcadia. Roy had a fairly good childhood until he went to middle school. For the next four years, he was tortured and bullied by various kids his own age. Eventually, the most quiet, glasses wearing kid in the school snapped and severly injured many of his fellow classmates. As suspected, the family was sued and Roy earned a felony. Whoopity Doo. Roy's parents then decided they should move and leave their less than pleasant past behind.
Aparantly, news travels quick and people in Arcadia already knew about the boy's past and made no attempt to befriend him. That was okay with Roy though; he'd given up on making friends a long time ago.
Weapon: His glasses xD Jk...none...
Well, this is depressing. Roy thought simply as he approached Blessed Rest, the funeral home where Mark Greene's wake was being held. The dark gray sky and the grim look on everyone's face only dampened the mood of today even more. Roy did not know the boy personally, hell, he barely knew anyone in this whole town personally, but he knew that Mark was loved by many folks. The way he died was quite...uncommon, or so he would say. Greene had been in a coma for who knows how long (Roy didn't really keep up with all the medical aspects of things) and then, after another teen fell into a coma, Mark died. No one truly knows why teenagers were being targeted by sudden comas but it even had the most emotionless boy in Arcadia worried, especially since his birthday was in three days.
Shaking his head, Roy adjusted the dark hood of his jacket on his head and glided through the doors, unnoticed as usual. His face kept its same pasaive look as he passed by various people crying into others' shoulders or rubbing their snotty noses with cheap tissue paper. His parents had forced him to come here, saying he needed to show atleast some respext; he just hoped that all of this would go quickly and smoothly so he could go back home.