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Aroha Lightning

"You never miss the water till the well runs dry..."

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a character in “Coffee in Hell”, as played by ladygeekiness


Aroha Verity Lightning

Fallen angel, but she's struggling and working as hard as she can to get back up from being a Fallen Angel.Image


Appears to be around 19, but is actually 120 years old.

Aroha is definitely pretty, and is definitely someone people would like to be with. Not to brag or anything on her behalf, but it's true, and Aroha is always very modest about it. Boys always come up to her and read her cheesy poetry they wrote about her brown hair or her red eyes, about her small petite stature, about her soft cradling arms, or about just her in general. Her short brown hair never grows past her shoulders, and she keeps it in good check, combing it daily. It occasionally flops into her reddish brown eyes despite her red headband, but she puts it back in place. She's quite short and petite, standing at about 5'4, but she makes up for it in kindness and how embracing she is.

Aroha's wings are a light shade of brown, and are somewhere between medium and large. She uses them to fly often, as she loves the sensation of soaring through the air. Aroha was born in the human year of 1912, and she likes to wear clothes from that period, as they feel far more comfortable and homely to her. Originally Aroha wore long blouses and longer multilayered skirts, but now she wears shorter shirts and skirts, but wears shorts underneath her skirts so there aren't any awkward instances when she's flying. She wears a red headband to keep her hair out of her face, and she wears matching red shoes. She's not exactly athletic, but she's not exactly weak either. She'd rather read than go out and exercising for no real reason, but she does go out for walks and flies to stay in shape, and to keep Mediaolum under control.

Aroha is very much the quiet type. She loves to stay inside and read or write a good book or write a poem, maybe sing a little, but she still enjoys other's company from time to time. She's definitely an introvert, but she can still talk to people pretty well, even if she is a little shy at first. She's kind, and is never mean to anyone, unless it's needed to keep the balance, but she tries and leaves that job to the demons anyway. Aroha doesn't always stand up for herself because of her shyness, and if she does, she does it subtly and wittily enough that whatever she didn't want to happen doesn't happen without any direct conflict. She's smart, and can talk to people with her kindness and wit to cheer them up, and she does that often to help keep the balance. Aroha can be quite passionate in what she does, and can be passionate about others too. She tries her best to be the best person possible, and she's especially trying hard now that she's fallen.

  • Books
  • Poetry
  • Flying
  • Women
  • Clothes from the 1910s
  • The current human world, she wishes she could visit it.
  • Being a Guardian
  • The Arts, especially the performing arts
  • Nature
  • Female Human 1
  • Being sick
  • Scary things
  • Mean people, unless they are guardians keeping the balance. That is the only exception.
  • Men, not that they're bad, just in the romantic preference sense of things.
  • Writer's block
  • Conflict of any kind
  • Sadness
  • Bullies, and avoids being one. Aroha tries to let the demons do the bad stuff, but if she has to she will
  • Being a Fallen Angel, and she's doing her best to get back to at least the Third Hierarchy.
  • Boats, as she gets seasick. Luckily there aren't many boats in the afterlife, and she can fly.

Afterlife History: Aroha was always a very helping angel. She would guide new humans around heaven, and would assist others in everything. She is still very kind and helping, but she does it for a reason, to help keep the balance. That was the main point of her joining the guardians, she wanted to put herself to good use. She was definitely right for being a guardian, she was kind and helpful, but knew when was the right time to be brash. So she was accepted. Aroha bonded in different ways to all the guardians, but none in a romantic manner. Aroha had always thought she would have no lust of any kind apart from a lust for learning, until Mandisa became a guardian. She was so beautiful, and so funny. She always put a smile on Aroha's face, even when she wasn't speaking to her. Normally she wasn't speaking to her, because Aroha was so shy. Aroha always mentally kicked herself when she missed an opportunity to talk to the woman she admired so much. Mandisa's smile lit up the room, and her bright teeth set Aroha's heart pumping even faster than when she normally saw her. And then, she started talking to her. When she got to know her even more, Mandisa became even more beautiful, her soul and personality practically humming and drilling its way into Aroha's mind and heart. Mandisa was the most amazing person Aroha had ever met, and was overjoyed they were at least friends. But she definitely longed for more.

WIP until relationship further worked upon :3

Other: Role is Female Angel 2, and face claim is Aya Shameimaru

So begins...

Aroha Lightning's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mandisa Khalil Character Portrait: Amelia Finch Character Portrait: Aroha Lightning Character Portrait: Atticus J. Locke
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Aroha Lightning

Aroha remembered a massive flash that lit the sky of the Mediaolum, and then the ground shook. No, the entirety of Mediaolum shook, pulling Aroha out of the air as she flew on patrol. She remembered crashing into a tree, and then that's when she was knocked unconscious. Right now, however, she was conscious but still a little incoherent. Her brown hair had come free of it's headband it seemed, as all she could see was a short curtain of brown hair. She pulled the hair out of her eyes, revealing her face clearly. Aroha grunted as she pushed her self up, her hands slipping on the tree branch. Aroha gently dropped to the ground before checking herself over. Her clothes were a little torn, a few snowy white feathers were missing, and she had a few bruises, but Aroha was fine mostly. She had crashed near a small pond, where some children were playing. Well, they had been before the flash. Aroha looked for the small children, and saw them. Whenever she saw children normally, she had pity for them already, dying before their lives truly began. The three children were cowering beside the tree, their toy Brig Ship lying smashed on its side. Aroha furrowed her brow, and knelt beside them. "May I?" Aroha asked politely, her voice making the air around her feel as cozy as a roaring winter fire. One of the children nodded, the lush brown mess of curly hair atop his head bouncing as he did so. Aroha nodded in gratitude and picked up a few of her feathers and long strands of grass. With shaking hands, Aroha wove the feathers and grass strands together with the two broken halves of the ship, joining them all together. It was a messy job, and a temporary fix, but it lit up the children's faces to see their toy fixed. She handed it back to them, and was surprised as the children launched themselves into a hug with her. Aroha knew that the mess this... Thing had made would upset the balance immensely, so she gave a little back into the hug, wrapping her snowy white wings around the children.

Aroha walked off slowly, her bruised legs aching from the crash into the tree and from the small children launching themselves into her. She was starting to think a little clearer now. She picked up knocked over objects and people as she walked, gathering her thoughts. Aroha took flight, trying to get away from the noise. She looked over Mediaolum, and saw that the damage was mostly around the mansion where she lived with the other guardians. The other guardians. Aroha rushed towards the mansion, especially to one specific part of the mansion. Her large white wings beat quickly as she swooped and soared through the air as fast as she possibly could. The mansion wasn't very well off, and Aroha could only imagine what kind of damage had been done to the other guardians. Especially Mandisa. She flew to the front door and barged into the front hall. She could have just flown directly into Mandisa's room, but even in emergencies she wanted to keep her manners in check. The place was a mess. With hard work it could be cleaned up, but it really was atrocious. Aroha tucked her fluffed wings away, and rushed up the stairs, her red shoes lightly thudding as she ran as fast as she could to find Manidsa. She decided to check her room first, but called her name as she ran through the house. "DISA? DISAAAA?!" Aroha fretted as she took the long route to Disa's room, knowing fully she might well not be there. As she moved she put her hair behind her red hair band again, and observed the damage the flash had done on the place.

{Winged's posts}

Her chest rose and fell slowly. Her hand lay in cold, clammy dirt... her fingers stirred, gray from dust residue.

There was a buzzing in Disa's ears that made her lips part. She... she felt like she was making noise, but there was too much ringing to be truly sure.

It was then that she became aware of her body. Her eyelids were gummy and stuck-together, throat as hoarse as if she'd been swallowing flames. She was lying on her side, cheek pressed into the ground, and her body was in a ball, knees jackknifed up to her chest, her spine curving in on itself, curled around her stomach and arms wrapped around herself. As if she were trying to become so small she would disappear.

And she also realized she had a long leg-length, and this position was terrible, considering that she was occupying a space that probably only half of her would want to fit in voluntarily.

Dully, she tried to open her eyes. An effort, as they felt glued together.

"H-hey." Too soft to be heard.

There was a sliver of light. She reached her hand up, trying to prop herself up in the miniscule space she had, and weakly braced her shoulder against the slab of... something that had fallen on top of her against the wall. It barely moved. Dirt and rocks poured through the cracks. Now claustrophobia was setting in. She pushed with all the strength in her still (admittedly watery) arms. Shoooove. Creaaaaak. Pour. She gritted her teeth, let out a whimper between them.

With a gasp, the rubble was forced aside, and light came through. She was in a room. Half of it was... blasted apart.

"A closet," Mandisa gasped, wincing and lifting a hand to her head, finding a mass of fuzzy curls; "Damn...." She tried to take a wobbly step on her knees and fell again. Half this... this bedroom was gone. Had she taken shelter in that closet? It looked like it... it hadn't gone to well. The door and... a stone column and some steel beams had fallen on top, blocked her in... if that one slab of wood hadn't braced above her head, would it have all fallen on...?

What... had happened?

Where am I? What is this? Why am I here? Where is this? I- I- I-

She gritted her teeth and wrapped her arms around herself. She stumbled left and lay in the soil and rubble.


While the rest of the household ran around in panic and horror, Amelia Finch was trapped somewhere between waking and slumber.

Nausea lanced through her body. Crawling, crawling, heaving up through her skin from the inside out, worse than demon poison, worse than hellfire. Yet all that she could think of was Atticus. If he was safe. She wanted to get up and find him, but her body would not obey.

The outside world was just a blur to the pale, skeletal angel. The noises of the screeching of birds and the creaking of branches and the falling of rubble all shifted and slid and melted together until Amelia's stomach heaved in nausea; sweat rolled down her emaciated, trembling frame. Her breaths came in wracking gasps. Nnnno, she tried to mewl. The lightning had rattled through her veins, an aftershock traveling through the ground, and her body felt as if it were shaking itself apart in waves.

She was outside. Near some scorched and smoking oaks. The woods on the property. Yet slabs of cement and scraps of furniture littered the ground (Bodies? No. No. God no. Where were the Guardians-- Atti?!). The world tilted and the contents of her stomach slid and she bent double over a nearby mattress, digging her sharp fingernails into the mattress and shredding the fluff that poured out like blood blood blood blood blood-- stop-- like blood from a wound.

Colors bled into one another. She gasped.

Her surroundings, her thoughts, a grayish mist. Dulling her mind. Her mind clung to her thoughts like liferafts, but they were rendered slippery-- slippery-- Attie-- The ground felt as if it were wrenched from beneath her feet; she fell to the ground, tumbling, couldn't hold on, couldn't think, mindless combinations of stutters poured from her mouth, a sweating, trembling jumble of sallow flesh stretched taught over brittle bones: might angel brought low, oh Lord.

She had been holding onto a name. She couldn't remember it anymore. No! Att-- what? Help. Angel boy, Ocean Eyes. Cotton strands of fluff filling up the spaces in her skull.

No. No. No no no no no. She was losing it she was losing it she was losing it she was losing it she was stop stop stop stop STOP STOP STOP STOP "ATTICUS!"

She hit the ground. Was she not on it before? Emptiness. No more waves. Nausea. Let out a shuddering breath and each muscle fell limply apart; her fingers uncurled themselves, facial expression went lax. Half her body was on the mattress, half beneath a blackened oak, and pearly hair trailed down her cheeks.

One last thought: I llllost it...

Then it was just white.

She tried to support herself on her arms, but slowly dawned.