Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Angel(Inu) is average hight, around 5'6" with bobbed white-blond hair. She is thin with strong legs and arms. Her eyes tend to change between green and an amber color. She likes wearing tight clothing but also wears things that are lose and baggy, for comfort reasons. However, she is never seen without a pair of stilettos. She tends to keep her nails filed to a point and always painted red and her canines are naturally sharp and pointed. She wears a custom made engagement ring on a chain around her neck. The ring is a silver band with five stones:(from left to right) a ruby spade, sapphire diamond, diamond star, emerald club and amber heart(engraved on the inner part of the ring are the words "Be mine?").
Easiest way to describe her personality is "Bipolar". She has no set personality, it all depends on the person she is with.
She carries around a pocket knife.
Angel grew up in an abusive home with six siblings. Being one of the oldest in her family, it was her job to take care of and protect her younger siblings. Her mother died when she was fifteen and her father ran off a year later, leaving Angel, her twin sister Sasha and her older brother Rafael to take of four children all under ten years old. When she was seventeen she married her current boyfriend who, like her father, was very abusive. She ended up leaving him three years later. She got a job at a government owned night club. When she was twenty-two she met her second finance. He died two months before their wedding. Despite never marrying, she leagally changed her last name to that of her finance's and still carries her engagement ring.
Since marrying her first husband, Angel has had no contact with her siblings and believes her father to be dead.
Angel sat in her apartment and ran her fingers through her hair. Everything seemed so quiet since Lucian's death, even quieter than when her mother died. She stood up from her spot on the love seat and grabbed the remote, flipping the T.V on for some background noise, something to drive away the silence. The instant the screen came to life, Angel was met with a picture of a beautiful island. The commercial stated that the U.S government was issuing a voyage for 30 lucky people to this island. And all she had to do was have her name drawn. She gazed around the apartment, the apartment she would have shared with Lucian for six months had he lived.
Grabbing her coat she hurried from the building and headed for City Hall.
Angel looked up, her hand froze at her throat and she gripped the ring tightly in her hand, feeling the band as it dug into her skin. Here we go.... She thought slowly, pushing off from the wall to stand straighter.
She watched as the remaining individuals were called up, each one looking more relieved than the previous. She noticed something though, something about the people. She scanned those that stood around her and found that her observation was correct. Each one of these people were single. No wedding band, no engagement rings, no long good-byes with anyone else in the crowd. She looked at the rest of the crowd. She could see that most of those who remained were with someone, clinging to them for life as they realized they would not be called forth for the journey. She thought back to filling out her request form. Eying the question "Marital status". She had marked "single" without any hesitation, but now that she really thought about it....
She arrived to the docks with her bags in tow. Wasn't much really, some clothes, pictures, but that was all. She'd left everything else in her apartment. Jewelery, pictures of family...stupid things. She fingered the ring around her neck and reached in the pocket of her jacket. The only jewelery she hadn't left behind was her engagement ring and what would have been her wedding band....and his. She tugged at her hair and sat on the dock to wait, staring up at the sky, rolling the band between her forefinger and thumb.
She looked up and shrugged her shoulders. "Not really." She murmured. "Just ready to get out of here..." Looking away she said, "What about you?"
"Yeah..." she mumbled. "You and me both."
Truth was, she was simply trying to make herself feel better. She didn't know what to expect when they got there and it scared her. She wasn't one for not knowing things. The lack of knowledge just made her edgy, it always had, ever since her mother's death. Not knowing the details of this trip set her teeth on edge.
Please don't let this be another disappointment She prayed.
Angel looked up to the girl who had showed up and nodded her head.
"Yeah, we are." She said, tucking her hands in her back pockets. "So, I'm just spit balling here but, you worked in either a hospital or a dentist's office, didn't you?" She questioned, reaching up to twirl her ring between her fingers again.
Angel pushed hair out from in front of her eyes. "I could tell. You smell like rubbing alcohol." She looked around and sighed. "When in the seven layers of hell is that boat going to get here?"
"Don't worry, hun, I wouldn't think about it." She said, snatching away a cigarette. She reached into her shirt and removed a black lighter. She lit the cigarette and took a drag.
Angel turned and arched an eyebrow. She had seen some interesting fashion choices, but this was by the the strangest combination of clothing and occasion. "I don't think I'd call it a cruise ship but...." She murmured, silver-gray smoke swirling around her.
Angel, unable to help herself, reached over and smacked Ace square in the chest. "Are you always this much of a jerk?" She questioned, flicking the ashes off her shortening cigarette. "Because if you are this is going to be a very long trip."
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"Don't mind him." Angel muttered, tossing away her cigarette butt. "I'm sure he's just cranky cause he's not getting any." She tugged at the necklace around her neck.
"Angel." She said with slight nod of the head. Her hand fell from her necklace. "So, in the spirit of keeping Ace quiet mind if I ask what is was you did before being picked for this lovely 'cruise'. Occupation wise, that is?"
She hesitated. In all honesty it would have been so easy to lie, but she figured it would have been found out sooner or later. "I'm a dancer. In one of the government run night clubs." She said, shrugging.
"I guess we do." she said with a smirk. She turned her eyes to the new arrival and blinking several times. "Yeah. We're all waiting for the ship. My name's Angel. It's nice to meet you."
Angel shrugged. "that's a good question. Anyone here got a watch or have any idea how long we've been waiting for this ship?" She questioned, eying Gabby with critical eyes. Nothing stood out about her, not like the doctor-Olivia- or Ace or even Julian.
"Whoa, simmer down there blondie." Angel said with a grin. "No need to get your knickers all in a bunch." She turned to Gabby."I'd have to say Julian's gotta be spot on with this. We have been standing around for a while."
Angel couldn't stop the small smile that graced her lips, even if she wanted to. "Two artists then. Well, seems we'll have to have a showing one day, won't we?" She questioned tugging at the chain around her neck and dropping the ring below the collar of her shirt. "Should prove to be fun."
Angel gazed upwards, her golden eyes widening. Shaking her head she lifted her bags. "I couldn't agree more..."
She mumbled. She smiled and shifted her bags. "No better time than the present." She said, following after Ace and Julian.
Angel glanced over her shoulder. "By the way," She muttered, gazing at Gabby. "How old are you anyway?" From the way she was acting Angel would have thought her to be a young teenage girl. But she dare not assume, because that only ever got her in trouble.
She gave up her ticket and followed behind Ace up the ramp, nearly falling when he collapsed into her. "Sweet baby jesus!" She groaned, digging her heels into the ramp to support both her weight and his. "You really know how to get a girls attention..."
She nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine. Seems our friend here isn't though." She backed away slightly a little shaken, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. "Let him go beefy. I'm sure he's fine. A bit to much red dye in his system plus what ever it was that didn't agree with his stomach could produce that." She crossed her arms over her chest. Interesting
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"You're welcome..." She muttered, following him onto the ship. She couldn't seem to fathom why they would send such a huge boat for so few people. She frowned.
Climbing onto the ship Angel made a b-line for Ace. "I suggest looking less like you're going to collapse again and a bit more like you want to punch someone in the face. That type of look seems to be your norm." She walked away with a shake of her head.
She ignored him and slipped into the lower decks of the ship, eying what was left of her ticket stub, which had the number of the cabin she'd be staying in. She found it without much trouble and slid inside, propping the door open. She collapsed onto her bed and sighed, staring up at the ceiling and fiddling with her ring again. Something told her that this was going to be a long trip.