extras(up to 3):
backstory(why they're young forever/their protected), favorites, probably personality
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Weeping_Angel }Y{
Female
Angelica (Angie)
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The Design wrote:Skin ColorA27C61Wool ColorDFE8BAEye ColorEEC5A0to
FFFFFFPupil Shape💧 Teardrop 💧
Pupil ColorFFFFFFSclera ColorN/A
HornsopalFFFFFFEEC5A09DE3ACPalette<3
A little more in depth....
She has no visible sclera on her eyes, leading most to believe her sclera are colored pink and her irises and pupils are both white.
She always has a slightly sad look in her eyes, a fact not helped by her teardrop pupils.
![Image](https://40.media.tumblr.com/a305eede3a18b9bc00151a616300bb03/tumblr_nl8e1zjj1D1uoycs6o2_540.jpg)
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You wanted to know why I'm young forever, right? Well, let me tell you.
It starts with my protected. She was a sweet little girl, a human child. She was very sick, which led
to me being assigned to her to help her have good dreams without fear of pain. Of course, there are
some things that just can't be helped, even by us Sheer.
She was young when she died, about three. It was nothing I could have done. I had kept her dreams
peaceful for the night, as I was meant to, but something was wrong. I could sense it. She felt at
peace, looked at peace, but there was a darkness lingering in the room that wasn't natural. Still,
I let her sleep as she was - it wasn't my place to move her from her room, and that would have only
worried her parents.
Instead I lay beside her and rest my head gently upon her little belly as I always had since being
assigned to her.
I must have drifted to sleep, because the next thing I remember is hearing her mother sobbing in the
next room while I was alone in her bed. I didn't understand what had happened, so I stayed exactly
as I was. She always came back for naps during the day anyway. I had no real reason to worry.
Well, until she didn't. I heard her parents talking of death, her death. For the first time in my short
life, I knew true, deep sorrow. My protected had died while I was still beside her.
This was years ago now, but I still haven't taken a new Protected. I just haven't felt much like myself.
I know she went in peace, I had made sure f that with her dreams. But... I'm afraid my next
protected will die as well.And without a new protected, there's been no reason for my age to change.
favorites
color
pink
time
sunrise
stone
opal
season
winter
drink
raspberry lemonade
food
coconut
place
beach
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