Full Name: Marmaroth
"Yes, I suppose it is an odd name. And no, please don't call
me MarMar..."
Nickname: Mare, Mara, or Roth
Gender: Female
"I was born female and died female. I'd hope that hasn't changed since returning to earth. That would make things a bit awkward, wouldn't it?
Age: Sheās aged to look 21 as a human, but as an angel sheās over 2000 years old, an angel long before the rise of the western empires.
Job: A new Guardian Angel to "Human Number 2"
"This is supposed to be good for me. But what about him? He needs my power. They all do. But now that I'm here, I can do nothing. No exceptions. Not now."
Personality: The power to thwart fate, as the angel Marmaroth has, makes life-or afterlife rather- extremely trying. Only able to aid the people she has no affiliation with, she introverts. This way, whenever there is another angel or human in need, Marmaroth can stop fate to her design. But a lonesome eternity is endless. Now sheās hard and cold toward other around her, causing an upset in the balance that Angels keep. So Marmaroth is reassigned, with hopes that her disposition toward contact can change. Now sheās a Guardian to another lonely soul on earth. But how can an empty angel comfort and guide a dying human, when sheās no different inside than he?
Likes: Now on Earth, Marmaroth has a chance to rediscover humankind and its perks. Touch. Taste. Especially taste. What girl doesnāt enjoy chocolate? Reading brings peace to her, in her mind its interaction withoutā¦well, real people. Music is another thing that compels Marmarothās attention quite often during her job on Earth. She finds it comforting and an easy way to vent or express feelings when words that sheās lost over the years of silence canāt. "On a less serious note, I like apples. And when I say music, I don't mean the jumbled stuff thatās popular nowadays. How can it be expressive when one can't understand it?"
Dislikes: Along with the beauties of the human world come the things that would make any Angel want to weep for the world they have to witness. Death. Pain. Sorrow. These all bring Marmaroth to state of incurable sadness. Leaving her to partially dislike her new job for obvious reasons. Also. she fins that she can't stand the enviornment of the hospital, or the hospital itself. Its sterile and plain, theres nothing to look at.
"Well that, and then thereās seafood. Nasty, slimy, gross. No thanks."
"I don't see why he has to suffer. Alone like he is. I really shouldn't have taken this job, but the thought of leaving another person stuck like I am...it's just not fair. I don't think I can do much. But I need to try, even if I can't stand to watch him die."
"If I were to help...I couldn't. But because of what I am, I have to. Even if I can't save this in the end."