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Amariah Arlowe

"Remember you can't save everyone, but remember you have to try."

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a character in “The Garden of Eden”, as played by Autumn_Sunrise

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"Darkness does not always equate to evil, just as light does not always bring good."

โ—† Angels โ—‡ Warrior โ—† Silhouettes โ—‡ Plead The Fifth โ—†



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๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ
Amariah Eden Arlowe

๏ผฎ๏ผฉ๏ผฃ๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ/๏ผณ
โ—† Amari โ—‡ Pronounced Am-are-ee
โ—† Ria โ—‡ Pronounced Ree-ah

๏ผก๏ผง๏ผฅ
Looks 20-21 Actual age is unknown

๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผธ๏ผต๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน
Heterosexual

๏ผณ๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผฃ๏ผฉ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
Angel/Divine entity

๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผง๏ผต๏ผฅ ๏ผฃ๏ผฏ๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผต๏ผฒ
Dialogue: #00accb



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Amariah has been described as the perfect image of God, though to almost everyone it is well known that she looks more like her mother than she does her father. She might as well be her mother they look so similar. The same blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles, even their smiles are identical. Amariah looks like an angel, if it wasn't common knowledge to you it wouldn't be clear that anyone in her blood line was a Divine Entity let alone God. However if you look at her close enough you can see it in the simple ways she acts or holds herself, she has a look of other worldliness.



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For the majority of her life Amariah has carried out her duties serving humanity with a gentle, kindhearted grace. Often characterised by her golden hair and sincere smile, she is known to light up any room she enters. Calm and patient, anger has never been something she resorts to. Amariah takes great care with the ones around her, listening to their problems with a caring ear and kind heart she will offer advice when she feels it is needed.

Though a kind soul, it would be in ones best interest not to forget that Amariah is the daughter of a Divine Entity and is classified as one herself. She was not involved in the war when Michael banished Lucifer from Heaven as at the time she was only a small child, but she is still proficient in combat, though rarely uses it in anything but self defense.

It would not be in your best interest to insult or threaten her loved ones as she will defend others vehemently. Amariah believes that grudges are too much of a burden and there is little to be gained from holding on to ancient rivalries, though there are always exceptions to every rule. It is both a weakness and a strength, for though her open friendliness draws people in, it also exposes herself to pain.
When it comes to trust Amariah is not won easily, it usually takes time, but once you have gained her trust she will stand by you no questions asked for the rest of her life.

Though Amariah is happy on the outside, Not all is bright smiles with the daughter of God. Under her perfected shining faรงade is a being who has become almost accustomed to being forgotten. She has watched countless angels and entities fade into oblivion with time and fears one day she too will fade from memory. She grows over-attached quickly, and then, when torn from those she cares for, falls almost to the point of depression.

But Amariah is the daughter of God, she is supposed to be the light in the darkness, the good in all the worlds bad, and she pretends to be just that. painting a false smile on her face as if nothing truly pains her while in reality the weight of the universe is on her shoulders.




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Amariah doesn't speak about her past often if she speaks about it at all.

Unknown to most in the universe but those who were there at the beginning of everything there used to be a female Archangel, the only female Archangel in the history of time of the universe. A few short years after God had created the universe he fell in love with the Archangel he had created, she quickly became his closest friend, most trusted adviser, and lover. It was a love that could shatter the universe, and from their union came a beautiful baby girl who they called Amariah which means 'Heaven'.

Unfortunately their happiness did not last long, the family expected to have eternity together but it turned out to only be a few short years. When Lucifer rose up against God Amariah's mother was killed in the battle, leaving Amariah motherless in a world where she would need a mother. When the battle had ended, God returned to the daughter his beloved angel left behind. Over her lifetime she was raised by anyone but her father who had locked himself away from everything and everyone. Angel after Angel raised Amariah, but in the long run Amariah really raised herself.

When the second war started, her father made himself very clear, he wanted Amariah to lead his forces to victory, he would not stand to lose the only creation he found worthy of his to Satan. Her fathers words had hurt her deeply as they made her feel as if she were not worthy of his love, his own daughter. Still, she did as was asked of her, going to earth in order to lead the fight there, amongst the beings her father held so close to his heart.

It was here that the daughter of God stumbled upon Casper, the Son of Satan. Amariah felt the connection between them with her whole being, her very soul longed to be close to the son of her fathers worst enemy, naturally she tried to fight it, he was the exact opposite to her, the darkness to her light and yet she still longed for him, her heart constantly telling her you couldn't have good without bad, but to Amariah, Casper was not evil or bad, he was simply different from what she grew up believing was right.

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Amariah Arlowe's Story

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New York was a big enough city, and the world was a big enough place. That you would think the son of satan and the daughter of God would never once cross paths. Amariah was sure that was exactly what her father had thought. Fate had different ideas however.

The first time she had encountered Casper, it wasn't hate at first sight. She couldn't even bring herself to hate him as much as she knew she should. From that point on, it was a down word spiral. Light fell for dark.

Amariah stood at the window of the apartment she now shared with the son of her fathers greatest enemy. She watched the sky light up with what the humans would assume were shooting stars. She knew it was angels being cast from heaven. Wondered if she too would be cast from her home. God may have mercy for the humans, but there was no mercy for his angels. What more was she than a weapon he pulled out when the war got too hard?

With a heavy heart, she turned from the window, giving Casper a small smile as she sat down beside him. "Do you ever think I'm going to be next?" She breathed, looking the man she had come to love and care for in the eyes. "That he's going to banish me from heaven." Maybe she would get special treatment and be welcomed back home. Maybe she didn't want to go home. Heaven had only been a place of suffering for her. Ironic when you really think about it.

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xxx"We've all got both light and dark inside us.
xxxWhat matters is the part we choose to act on.
xxxThat's who we really are."
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New York. Earth. A place he never, not in his wildest dreams, be living. Especially not with the daughter of God the man that tossed both his parents from the sky. For what? For loving him too much? Still, it was a beautiful city and she... was a beautiful girl. Angelic even. Which made sense, but the most he looked at her, the more he believed that there really was something to this genetic stuff. Where he was shadow, dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin, she was light. Golden hair, sparkling eyes, and skin pale as snow. They were opposites and yet, here they were together.

The moment he met Amari, something... moved deep within him. Something uncurled. Something... cracked. And not... not entirely in a bad way. Now she stood at the window, gazing out into the city below. Or so he thought. When she turned back to him there was a worry in his eyes. One that made her brows scrunch together in concern. She had been gazing at the sky, he realized as she came to sit beside him. At the falling angels being cast from heaven by the man who created him. By the man who should love them.

He swirled the drink in his hand, ice clinking together like ancient chimes. He brought it to his lips, paused, and lowered it with a sigh. He leaned forward placing the glass on the table before them, careful to place the coaster beneath it. "I don't know, Amari." He said, putting one arm behind her and curling the other into a tight fist. He hoped she wouldn't notice it. Wouldn't notice how quickly and how hot his anger burned within him. He would never harm her, of course, but the last thing he wanted was to scare her. "He cast out my father. His friend. For the crime of loving him too much." He realized he was being pessimistic and probably unhelpful so he paused, thought, and continued. "But I somehow doubt he'll cast you away. You're his daughter afterall." His father would never send him from hell. Not unless he'd do something really really bad. And probably stupid as well. Not because he loved him so much, but because as long as Casper had a use, as long as Casper had power, he was a weapon to be used against the enemy.

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Amariah's blue eyes drifted from Caspers face and landed back on the window, on the lights coming down from the sky. Maybe once she was his daughter. His baby girl. After the death of her mother, she just became a painful reminder of what he had lost.

She knew all too well the fate of angels cast out of heaven. Casper's father would pick and choose who he wanted and the rest would truly be cast away. Most died.

Turning back to look at Casper, her normally bright and smiling face was rather solemn, sad even. God was so passionate about this war about winning it and so spiteful towards her for simply looking like her mother. If he found out, she doubted she would be saved from his wrath. Amariah even came to the chilling thought that he would kill her himself.

Eventually, she lifted her hand placing it to Caspers cheek, smiling softly at him before dropping the hand once more. "If he did...I would still be one of the lucky ones. Your father would choose to keep me." She knew that for a fact, being the only one of her kind. Being half a divine entity. It was a rarity, one not many would pass up. At the same time that fact could be her only saving grace. Her father might keep her around just so Lucifer couldn't get his hands on her.

"I'm barely his daughter. I'm just the most powerful piece on his chess board." Amariah sighed, head coming to rest on Caspers shoulders, her eyes glazed over with the threat of her eyes starting to water. "He hasn't cared about me as a daughter since my mother died. I'm just that thorn in his side reminding him of what he lost."

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xxxWhat matters is the part we choose to act on.
xxxThat's who we really are."
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Casper clenched and relaxed his fist, attempting to work out some of the anger boiling in him. His other hand traced lazy circles on Amari's back in attempts to be comforting. He doubted it was doing anything for her really, but it was worth it to try. He wasn't really good at any of this stuff. Comforting... trying to cheer her up... He wasn't much fond of people, but... she didn't mind his quirks... and he cared enough for her to try.

At the mention of his father, his gaze darkened. "Amari, you don't want that." He said darkly. "My father... is a much different man from when I was a child; just like yours. He finds uses for people; just like yours. I'm afraid you would be trading one cage for another." He thought a moment. "I can think of one use he might have for you and I'm not even sure what to think of it." He didn't want to share it though. Not in the context in which his father would use it. He worked through the thought until he found a... less traumatizing way to say it. "He may see us married. The heir of heaven and heir of hell. However... you would probably have no power and... your use would be in creating and raising heirs." For his father's opinion on women had changed as well. They were weak. Too weak to be soldiers. So they were to be breeders. No better than livestock some days... His fist clenched, so tightly his hand was shaking.

So he changed the subject. "Do you look like your mother?" He asked, running his finger through the soft strands of gold. "That might very well be your saving grace, Amari. Who could kill the woman he loved a second time? He wouldn't see you dead. It would hurt him more to lose your mother a second time." He paused. "Not that I'm saying you are your mother. I'm just saying that to your father, you're close enough. He doesn't want to see you because you're a reminder, but it'll hurt him just as much, if not more so, to lose you, too."

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