Name: Sara or Saphira
Age: 317
Sara certainly doesn’t look as old as she truly is. Upon her human death, she was somewhere in her late 20s. Many have described her as beautiful when they set eyes on her, but she feels everyone says that about angels. She has longer red hair that goes down past her shoulder blades, and has a slight curl to it towards the bottom. Her eyes are rather large and look up at people through long, dark lashes. They are a sea green color that often get mistaken as blue. In all honesty, they do change color depending on her mood. They stay the normal green color most of the time, but when she is frightened or sad they will turn a beautiful shade of blue. Sara has very high cheek bones and a slight indent on her chin. Her lips are rather full and have a rose red color to them. There is a certain glow that comes off of her that is easily noticed in dim lighting. Most angels have a glow such as this, but her somewhat pale skin seems to make this glow a little brighter than others. The wings that rest upon her back are completely black in color, but give off the faintest hint of purple when the sun shines on them. They are a bit longer than most angel wings, making them extra helpful in battle situations, though they are often more used to shield things from her person.
One of the daggers she has hidden on her person at all times. Usually this is strapped to her lower, left leg. She has another one, which looks identical, on her left hip as well.
These are her two main weapons that are strapped to her back in a crisscross formation. She calls them an extension of her own arms when she fights.
Her wings are also a weapon of sorts and not only used for flying, though she mainly uses them as a shield these days. To most her feathers would feel soft and almost silky, but on command they can stiffen to a point where they are as sharp as a blade. She uses these as weapons when she is facing multiple opponents. During times when Sara is out in public she is able to hide her wings from view of humans. To any mortal that looks upon her, her wings look like nothing more than a tattoo if she is wearing clothing that reveals her back.
Sara is both a kind soul and a deadly weapon. If you are an angel or a human she will be the nicest person in the world to you. She would even fight to the death for said people without even knowing them. If you are a demon or other dark creature then it is a whole other story. She will fight to destroy them until they die or she does. It is very dangerous to try and go toe to toe with Saphira. She has many talents as an angel, but the biggest one is her talent in combat. While she was in heaven, Sara was personally trained in battle by the archangel, Michael. He’d seen something in her that made him just know she was a fighter he needed to focus on for a time. She is now able to take on several fighters at once, be it angel or demon, and is usually known for winning said fights. She likes to get up close and personal when fighting. Taking someone's space in battle makes it harder for them to fight, but also exposes her a little more, that is, if they can catch her. She is extremely fast and moves so fluidly it almost looks as if she is dancing. It is nice to watch, until you are the one she sets herself upon.
Saphira has a very calm demeanor to her, even in stressful and dangerous situations. She is almost always calm and collected and very rarely loses control of her temper. This can sometimes irritate people when they are trying to get a rise out of her or scare her. Very few things frighten her, though that can be said for most angels in existence. Like all of her kind, Sara is unable to lie about anything. She is able to bend the truth to her needs at times, but is not able to full out lie about things.
Sara has the enhanced abilities like all angels do; super strength, speed, and healing ability. However, she doesn’t heal as fast if she has been wounded with a demonic weapon. Wounds caused from man-made weapons heal within minutes. She is also able to hide her wings from the eyes of mortals.
Angels are given a few other gifts by God, such as Empathy. Sara can feel the emotions of humans and some other species as well, though demons she is not able to do this with. She can feel what they feel whether it be love, happiness, sadness, or even pain. She is also able to project her own feelings on people.
Angels also have a touch of telepathy. They can hear a person’s thoughts if they focus hard enough. They don’t hear thoughts constantly, but if they are focused on a person the thoughts will eventually reveal themselves.
Saphira was born a mortal in the 1700 century. Her family was somewhat wealthy and were the proud owners of the Ducane estate, which boarded the lands of the De Vol family. Because of this the two families were rather fond of each other and were considered great friends. When visiting with her father one time she met what would someday be considered the love of her life. His name was Elias De Vol and they became friends the moment they met one another. While she was always the polite one who was taught to follow the rules, Eli was her bad influence as her father once said. He taught her to break the rules and be adventurous. As the years went on their bond only grew stronger and stronger, at least until he left for school to further his education. They wrote each other back and forth for quite some time. Her heart would soar whenever she received a letter from him and she counted the days until she received another one. Each letter maid her love for him grow more as she became old enough to understand love, but after sometime the letters started coming further and further apart, until finally they just stop coming completely.
A whole formed in her heart as the letters stopped arriving. She felt forgotten about, which was a total surprise to her given how much they had meant to one another. It took a while for her to forget about her feelings for him and move on, but eventually she did. Her parents tried to match her up with many different suiters over the years. She tolerated having to meet them, though always found something about them that made her beg her parents not to accept a marriage proposal. Many parents would have told her to stop her whining and just marry, not caring what their daughter wanted. Sara’s parents were different though. Her father cared deeply for her and wanted her to have a husband she would be happy with. It took a lot of time before they found that person, or at least they thought. His name was Dante Rost, second son of Earl Alfred Rost. They met at a festival that her father dragged her to to try and find a suitable husband. He was handsome and seemed to be a good man, but he didn’t hold a candle to the man he came with. Despite the years it didn’t take her long at all to recognize Elias. He had grown into a gorgeous looking man and it was hard for her to take her eyes off of him long enough to pay attention to Dante.
Life for Sara changed that night with both her family and her love life. Dante courted Saphira in the months that followed their meeting. Unlike many of the other times she was courted by men, her parents were less generous about whether or not she truly liked him, especially her mother. She insisted that Sara accept a proposal if he were to give one, but it was unclear why exactly that was. As the weeks went on she tried to understand why the marriage was so important; if her family owed a debt to the Rost family or if money was the sole factor. Her family wasn’t hurting for money that she knew of, though her parents didn’t really keep her informed about their financials. During all of this there were still times here and there that she was able to see Elias at parties and other minor occasions, but they weren’t nearly enough for her liking. It was hard seeing both men at the same time. She felt as if she was leading one on while falling for the other.
It wasn’t until the night Dante proposed to her that she was finally forced to make a decision. He did it during a dinner meeting between their families, making it hard for her to say no as they all stared her down anxiously. With everyone’s eyes burning holes into her body, she felt forced to say yes. She couldn’t humiliate him in front of not only her family but his as well. The following night as she paced in her room, thinking of a way she could take back the proposal, Sara was given a letter by one of the maids. She knew his writing the moment she saw it and was over joyed with the fact he asked her to join him in the gardens. What other reason would there be for him to ask her to meet him if not to ask her to leave Dante for him.
Sadly the rest of that night has always been nothing but a big blur to her ever since. All she knows is that it was the last night of her human existence. She has been told many human born angels do not remember their deaths, and if they do, it is only by the grace of God. Sometimes she wishes she knew who it was that ended her life that night. Who took her away from Elias before she could tell him her feelings for him, but that was a truth she would more than likely never know.
After her death, Saphira was taken to heaven by the angel of death as all good human souls are. At first it had been decided she would remain in heaven to live her life, but as she roamed the pearly streets, she began to take interest in the other angel fractions. One in particular was the angels of war, the army that protected both heaven and earth from the demons waiting in the shadows. There was something about them that made her not want to be a soul needing protection. It felt like needing protecting was always something she needed as a human, why did it have to be the same now? She was no longer frail or helpless. Michael, Commander of War, soon took notice to her interest in his angels. He spoke to her after a while and before she knew it, she was swinging swords with him. He personally trained her for many decades before God decided Saphira’s true calling was protecting the humans of earth. Since that time she has lived upon earth, pretending to live among the mortals, while also protecting whatever humans she was ordered to by God or his heavenly angels. She still remembers Elias De Vol and thinks of him quite often. Deep down there is still a love that burns for him, but it is one that she tries not to think of often as it does nothing but hurts her.
She has no clue whatever happened to Elias. There was a point in time in heaven where she thought she felt him dying, but the feeling only lasted a few minutes before fading away. Much to her disliking, she has never felt his presence near her again.
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