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Jegudiel Albatross

One smile can make the world go round.

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a character in “Seven Princes & Seven Archangels”, as played by Arik223

Description

Jegudiel Albatross

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Nicknames
Smiley, Jeg, SmileJunkie

Appears About
20's

Gender
Male

Role
Jegudiel | Praise

Sin/Blessing
Happiness!





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Personality
Always happy and cheerful, fun and exciting. Jegudiel is carefree and always attempted to get a smile.

Hobbies
Making people happy, Partying, Swimming.

Likes
Smiles, Music, Life, Animals(Dogs especially), Happiness.

Dislikes
Anger, War, Death, Fighting, frowning.



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Power
Jegudiel has the power to remove anger from someone's heart. Not just that, Jegudiel can take away any will to fight with just a simple smile. All anger or need for revenge can be completely obliterated.

Side Effects
Sometime's too much happiness is bad, although Jegudiel seems to think other wise. A war can't be fought with sheer smiles. Sometimes the happiness is fake, in the most extreme cases the fake happiness caused humans to commit suicide.

Weaknesses
Jegudiel's biggest flaw is his unwillingness to fight. He wants to resolve everything with smiles and happiness. Not to say that Jegudiel can't fight, none the less he is a strong fighter but he chooses not too.



Feelings About The Bonding
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Feelings About Your Partner
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Good Friends with all the angels! ~ Rest to be edited

So begins...

Jegudiel Albatross's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jegudiel Albatross Character Portrait: Gabrielle Sade Ramiro Character Portrait: Elijah "Lucifer"

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"Oh, come on..." Gabrielle fumbled with the chain, trying to wrap it around her bike so that it was linked to the post, but to no avail. It was too short. How had that happened? Gabrielle's brow furrowed with confusion as she inspected the metal links, trying to figure out how it had reduced in size so suddenly; it had been perfectly fine this morning, right?

Jegudiel... Gabby's eyes narrowed, her suspicions rising. It had to be him! No one else had the ability to gain forgiveness as easily as the archangel who could remove anyone's anger; only he would dare anything so brave, since his safety was ensured already. Oh, she would totally get him back. Huffing to herself, Gabrielle gathered the chain and put it in the basket on the front of her bike. She then bent down to kiss the right handlebar, blessing her bike so that it wouldn't get stolen before she returned. She'd cycled over to the mall and she intended to cycle back home, too; it wouldn't do for her main mode of transportation to go missing, now would it? Ah, the perks of being God's favorite...

Now, enough of that bike. Gabrielle had some shopping to do! She'd taken the initiative to chose the mall as her meeting place with Lucifer, and she was nearly running late. She was supposed to meet him at Bloomingdale's, but she had to get there in time to scope out a shirt or something nice for him as a peace offering before he arrived. The responsibility to make this experiment a success rested on Gabrielle's shoulders, and she had to make sure everything went smoothly--starting with her own bond. If she could make things work with Lucifer, then hopefully that would set a good example for the other pairs and they could prevent the Apocalypse (again).

The only problem was that this was Lucifer they were talking about, the pride of Hell and just as nasty. Gabrielle would have to make an honest effort to get along with him, plus do everything in her power to make sure the big man upstairs stayed happy with her. Otherwise, she'd get a long lecture from Him and boy were those mental conversations exhausting...

Gabrielle entered the high end store and paused, taking a moment to enjoy the warmer temperature inside before venturing towards a display of latest Armani arrivals. She knew Lucifer took pride in his appearance, so getting him something expensive and flattering should do the trick.

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Lovely day! What an absolutely lovely day indeed!, As always Jeg was jolly and happy even though he will have to spend time bonded to one who is completely opposite to him. Although he does invoke happiness and eliminate anger, he does like to be a trickster at times, laughter, obvious as it is, was one of his favorite things. Jeg arrived in New York not long ago, and as usual he was hopping around all over the place. The sun was shining and the streets were full. Jeg had chosen this time for a good reason, he loved the sun and loved the happiness radiating from people. The appointed location was in front of a fountain in central park. Jeg took a seat on the bench and waited, patiently he sat there, thinking of how the others were fairing. He knew some of his brothers and sisters would be fine, he also knew that some of the others might not. As Jeg sat thinking of the others he burst into laughter, "Dear sister, I do hope your chain is well on this fine morning!" he said to no one in particular. He quickly turned and pulled out half a chain from his back pocket, and tossed it into the fountain. Aside from the joking there was another matter he had to attend. From the day he was created, he made a promise to get at least one smile from Selah, everyday, until the day things end.
Some of the other angels will not take these matters so lightly Michael for example might not be so calm about these things.

All serious matters aside Jeg decided that he would make the bonding a fun thing, and would most likely try to appease everyone. He hated fighting, oh he hated it so much, he preferred laughing, and smiling. Its a been a while, and Belle still wasn't here. He sighed and threw a coin into the fountain, it was a stupid superstition he knew it, but it was a well worthy one. Wherever Jeg stood he radiated positive energy, one that is very hard to negate. Jeg also liked nature, which was another reason why he chose central park, the greenery made things even better.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Belphegor "Belle" Character Portrait: Michael Custos Character Portrait: Jegudiel Albatross Character Portrait: Mammon

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Belphegor

Awoken by the voice of the mortal driver she had hired, Belle's eyes fluttered open, only to be shocked by the sun shining through the window and onto her face. Flipping her sunglasses down, a large sigh emitted from her mouth as she turned towards the door, waiting for her second mortal helper of the day. The door was opened for her, a thick man standing there, then leaning down and picking her up, doing that task he was payed to do. "Where to miss?" He said, his voice low, yet some how pleasing to hear. "The fountain," she mumbled, her body draped over his, her energy completely gone. Lifting her head up slowly, Belle glanced at a biker near her, smirking lightly, and breathing in, energy rushing from his body to hers, as she draped herself back into the mans arms. "We're almost there miss." He said, probably confused as to why he had been hired, though not asking questions. "Uhm who are you here to meet?" He asked, his voice officially confused this time, as Belle lifted her head, seeing who she needed, and motioning for him to put her down. As he did, she handed him a wad of cash, lifting up her glasses to look him straight in the eyes. "When I whistle, you come. Got it?" Her voice, though usually slothlike and quiet, became rough as she gave commands, the man nodding his head, then walking away when Belle twirled around her finger, signaling him to go.

Smoothing her clothing down, Belle walked to the boy she was sent to meet, sitting on the fountain next to him, her sunglasses now concealing her eyes.

"Hello."





Mammon

Mammon stared back as Michaels eyes looked at her, probably searching for an answer she was certainly not going to give, and words she was not going to say. Finally, giving into the hungry silence, the boy spoke up. Horrible way to start, she thought, already dreading however long it was that she was going to have to be pared with him. But, it was like him to start off with a memory that wasn't necessarily good, but at least he acknowledged the fact that neither of them would be happy. As he offered to buy her something, her smirk some how repainted itself on her face, her realizing she no longer wanted food.Instead, she wanted to have done what he didn't want her to, to not give in. She wanted to displease him. She wanted to make him feel bad. And she was going to. because she always got what she wanted.

"No," she said, each word formed perfectly in her colored lips. "Unlike some, I don't succumb to," she paused, glancing at the food infront of him. "That." She finished. "Though I will take a water," she smirked, dimples forming on her cheek at her ability to resist what he so wanted her to want.

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Character Portrait: Belphegor "Belle" Character Portrait: Jegudiel Albatross

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Jeg was in deep thought, his head poised forward and his fist under his chin, in thinking position. Jeg had this talent, it wasn't all that usefull, or all that exciting, but it was his. He could go into deep thinking, and completely be in Lala Land sort of speak. Thoughts would run wild through his mind, and he would completely disconnect.

"Hello", at an instant Jeg hopped up in the air, like he does when getting snapped out of daydreaming. He jumped on both his feet and started laughing hysterically. "You will have to pardon me, I just had thought of the best prank... But that my dear will be left for another time." He smiled cheerfully. Nothing could bring his mood down, well... almost. "Excuse my manners, I'm Jegudiel, but you can call me Jeg. As I'm sure you are aware." He hopped back into his seat "And you of course would be Belphegor." They were complete opposites, from what he knew at least. She was sloth, so lazy basically, that doesn't match with Jeg's upbeat and lively style. Nevertheless Jeg was determined to not be her enemy, he would resolve this war in his own way. He had no willingness to fight, unless of course one of his own was in danger. Jeg pondered his might a-bit and turned back to Belphegor."Lets make the best of this, we are different, but that doesn't mean we cant have a quick dinner?" he jumped and laughed, "Lets go get coffee!". Jeg stood and walked a little bit before suddenly turning. "Hey you know, I was wondering, do you smile?" He didn't seem to sound harsh or mean, but in his mind Hell was a place of despair, he would sure love a smile from her.

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Character Portrait: Belphegor "Belle" Character Portrait: Michael Custos Character Portrait: Jegudiel Albatross Character Portrait: Mammon

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Belphegor

Belle's eyes traced the body of the boy infront of her, his body an ever moving form of hyperactive energy. In her mind, she couldn't decide if he was gross, or disgusting. As he introduced himself, she gave him a blank look, not because she didn't like him, but because it was just the look she kept on her face. He was such energy, she could feel it. He was like a magnent to energy, without trying to be. He couldn't create it, as no one can, but his energy seemed to never leave him, reusing its self in a constant circle. It was... incredible, though she would never say it out loud.

Watching him as he formed an ever flowing stream of words, she listened. When he suggested coffee, a sparkle lit up in her eyes, the knowledge of getting coffee overwhelming her sloth-like ness. When he turned around to ask her a question, she grabbed his arm, her hands light and feather like, and pulled herself up, using him to balance her, then started walking as well, her steps heavy, and long, but slow. She heard his question, millions of answers hitting her mind at the same time, almost all sarcastic and cynical, though she wasn't planning on saying any of them. Mumbling a simple, "Yes," she glanced at him, waiting for him to catch up to her, though she didn't smile to him. He would have to earn that.





Mammon

Mammon listened to what he said, and as he spoke his idea of a comparison to her, she couldn't help but disagree. Strongly. She watched his mouth as he hate, both intrigued and disgusted by the way he ate. As he put his cup forward, she smirked, raising hers, but before clinking them together, she spoke. "I think we're more like fire and wood." She said, though she didn't explain the comparison, that was for him to figure out. She bonked her cup against his, taking a sip, then setting it down on the table.

Her comparison was simple really. Without each other, they were each powerful, strong tools. But with each other, one's power would burn, and hers would grown. Stronger and stronger, until eventually she needed more wood, or it burnt out, and died. She knew her comparison was better, as most things she said were, but she wouldn't say that. She didn't want to cause a huge fight. At least, not yet.

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Character Portrait: Belphegor "Belle" Character Portrait: Jegudiel Albatross

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What an odd figure indeed. Jeg thought to himself. She was completely devoid of any emotion or life, yet she wasn't purely idle either. The way she used him arm to balance himself amazed her a bit, how was he going to live with someone who is completely opposite of him? No matter, he would make the best of it. She replied to his question with a simple yes, although it wasn't much it was better then nothing. "Surely that's good. I'll force it out of ya eventually." Jeg laughed. He turned back in place and started walking towards the city, trying to slow his pace for his sluggish partner.

"I don't believe I got your name?" he smiled at her, although it was true that he knew her name, he thought it was proper to be introduced regardless. "I know a great place to get coffee! Actually I'm there all the time!". The city was beautiful, every single person with his or her own story just walking and rushing somewhere. Everywhere Jeg passed he radiated joy and energy, which is probably negated by his partner. Never the less he was on his toes all the time. After a little bit of walking they got to the Coffee shop. Although it seemed impossible the second they were through the door Jeg radiated with more life. He quickly made his way to the counter. "One large dark coffee please!..." he turned to Belle, "And for you my dear?"

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Character Portrait: Belphegor "Belle" Character Portrait: Michael Custos Character Portrait: Jegudiel Albatross Character Portrait: Mammon

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Mammon

Her eyes watched the boys figure, each motion he made interesting to her. He seemed to simply move differently. She smirked when he asked if she had anything to tell him. Her head shook, as she stood up. Mammon say his eyes meet a group of teenagers looking at them with distaste, and she grinned. She considered using her power to fill them with a need for something ridiculous, until she realized she already felt an extreme wanting radiating from them. Interesting, she thought, her mind fluttering for ways that she could upset them further. She wanted to upset them, to feel power of being in more of an important place than them. They all seemed to yearn for a relationship, or to be on a date, the boys with her and girls with Michael. That's when she realized they thought they were on a date. Gross, she thought, though she still wanted to upset them.

Standing quickly, she made her way around the table, stopping at the side of Michael. She put her hand out to help him up, her facial expression changing from pure hatred to a look of admirence, smiling seeming from being close to him, but in reality, from the want radiating off the teens. It is the strongest emotion, she thought.





Belphegor

Though she didn't smile, Belle's face lit up slightly at his laugh. It was one of the things about her that she was liking, against her will. She walked with him, her steps seemingly light and graceful as almost everything she did was. A slightly smug look fit itself to her eyes as he asked her name, and though she knew he knew it, she muttered a soft, "Belphegor, and you?" because she was polite. She nodded at his mention of knowing a great coffee spot, extremely excited on the inside. Coffee gave her energy without the need of draining it. She noticed the way Jeg walked, as it was more of a prance than anything, and was slightly entertained, so much so, that the walk seemed very short.

As they entered, a pleasant feeling grew over Belle. The smell of coffee filled her being as she followed Jeg to the counter, hearing him order, and quickly thinking what she wanted. As he turned to her, she spoke. "A five shot large expresso." And though as she spoke, she acted like this was completely normal, it was probably the strangest thing the barista had had to prepare, Expresso shots were normally doubles, and in small cups as not many could take them along with a large amount of coffee. But not Belle. On an average day, she could take multiples of these, and still feel tired.