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Aiden
My strings are pulled by... Marli-oneechan
You can call me... Aiden
I've lived through... Uncountable years as such, but I look sixteen.
See me as a... Seraphim
I can assure you, I am... Male
I would call myself... Homosexual
I tend to be... Bratty, sweet on odd occasions. My life experiences have made me mean to others, but easily broken down by certain personalities. Unlike most of my kind, I do not hate the world of humans and their slavery. I choose instead to take advantage at any given moment of the situation, flipping from mood to mood with rapid succession.
My tale begins with... My creation. But I won't get into that. Or the reason I was kicked out of my otherworldly home. Let's leave it at that I got into trouble.
...or I could tell you the entire story, about how I went down to earth on a regular basis, to perform good deeds in order to earn my proper status as an angel in the court. One day, a human happened upon me. He could see me, an extremely rare thing among their kind. Usually it's only the spirits that can tell what we are.
Anyway, this particular man became attatched. He wouldn't stop following me, and eventually I gave in and spoke to him. It was a pleasant conversation, that one. We got along, and he left me alone... for awhile. One day, I started seeing him again, following me, watching me, making mysterious phone calls. I got scared, and lured him out onto a cliff to try and firgure out what it was that this person was doing.
As I sat in wait, my feet dangling from the edge of the rocky precipice, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a knife at my throat.
"So you weren't tricking me..." A gravelly voice snarled in my ear, bringing the blade dangerously close to the delicate skin on the base of my neck.
I could say nothing at the time, and he laughed at me, drawing back with a harsh expression on his face. I turned to face him... and the ledge crumbled under our combined weight. He fell into the ocean as I tried to save him, moving too slowly. Onto the rocks is where his neck snapped, and on the surface of the water is where his body floated.
I went back up to heaven, and could hear their screams as they saw me.
"You dare to return?!" They yelled.
"He killed a person!" They spoke loudly, not bothering to whisper.
So Ta-da. I was thrown away with no hesitation, and had no choice but to reenter earth's prejudiced world. A few weeks following my abscondance from Heaven, I was cornered by some passing strangers and brought unceremoniously to the Shoppe and sold for a hefty sum... or so they thought was.
My collar is... Red and silver with the dangly shinies of a ball, heart, and fang.
Give me a... Master that will treat me as they want, knows what they want, when, where, how, etc. I don't care how they treat me as long as they're not a tittering old person that'll give me everything I want, save for a challenge. Please sell me to someone I can respect.
I belong to...No one.
"Never attribute to malice that which can adequately be attributed to stupidity."
--Author (Robert J. Hanlon)
 Marli-oneechan · Sat Feb 21, 2009 @ 07:54pm · 0 Comments |
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