My Guardian - MyBloodyValentine & AkiraSuka

[Alme]

Have you ever wondered why these mysterious things happen to you?

Why does it seem that when I'm in trouble, some unseen force comes to my rescue?

Guardians.. Everyone has one, but it's kind of a look and don't touch deal.
They're there, just watching from a distance, helping when their mortal charge gets in a pinch.

The main rules;
1.Never tell a mortal who you are.
3.Never tell a mortal about Heaven.
2.When you pass into Heaven, forget your past life.
4.Don't let your duty be emotionally compromised.
4.Never, ever, fall in love. That part of your life is over.

But in this case, it's a bit different.
What happens when the charge and the guardian angel, knew each other when the guardian was still alive?
Will he be recognized?
Will he get in trouble?
But most of all, will he fall in love with his human charge?

Form:

Role: (Angel, or charge?)
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Pic/Description:
Personality: (Optional)
History: (Optional)


Mine~

Role: The Guardian Angel
Name: Aidan, or 'Ai' to close friends.
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Pic/Description: A tall, slim and athletic figure. He has pale skin, flawless except for a small, crescent scar on his upper lip, with a spray of freckles across his nose. Along with his usually unkempt mop of black hair, he has pale blue, almost silver, eyes, but his vision is slowly fading, so he wears either contacts or a pair of square glasses.
Also, on the inside of his right wrist he has a pure white tattoo of a falcon, but that wasn't there when he was human. When a Guardian Angel poses as a human, they have a pure white tattoo somewhere, and that's an easy way to identify whether someone is a Guardian.
Personality: --
History: He died at only eight years of age, and the cause of death? Blood loss, he was hit by a speeding car, and died an hour later, before he even reached the hospital. Rest to be Rped.

Role: Currently just a normal student in the school.
Name: Leo Vaskez
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Pic/Description: WIP
Personality: --
History: --


MBV's~

Role: (Angel, or charge?) Charge :D
Name: Arica (pronounced Arischa)
Gender: female
Age: 16
Pic/Description: http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t3T4spMfq2A/T ... e_girl.jpg
Personality: I don't know yet ... :lol:
History: pretty normal I'd say.

[Alme]

((Sure, I'll go first. ^^))

Aidan stood in line beside two other angels, another male, and a stern looking female. They both looked about his age, but you never knew, with being immortal and all.
"You all have completed your training, and it's time to receive your charge." The instructor began, nodding his head as if pleased. Aidan couldn't help but smile, he was eager, to get out from this place. Sure it was supposed to be great and all, but he just wasn't satisfied, he wanted to go back to earth.
"Aidan, you're first." The man spoke, his voice ringing in the boy's ears, and he took a step forward, standing a bit in front of the rest. "Aidan, you're charge is a teenage girl named Arica." As he spoke, Aidan's eyes widened. Arica? the Arica? He managed to contain his shock, telling himself they two probably just shared the name. However, when the instructor snapped his fingers, a picture of the girl materialized in the air, and his suspicions were confirmed. "This human has had a hard life, and needs special attention. You will pose as a human, befriend her, and keep a close eye on her."
"Y-yes, Sir." He mumbled, his head lowering. Would she recognize him?

[ariadne]

"Arica? Arica? Do you sometimes listen to me?" Dephney slightly pokes my cheek, then pouts.
"What is it?" I ask annoyed. She pouts at my rude tone. We're in the midst of class, which of course didn't stop her from telling me her infamous stories about dating older guys. That's so typical for her and I pray that she shuts up. But of course I can't say that.
I smile at her soothingly, ensuring her that I do not hate her, which I do, and then ask her to continue her story. "Okay, so, like I said, I went to his place and ..." My thoughts wander on though and soon her voice fades. I look out the window and suddenly smile bitterly. It's spring, the trees begin to develope a nice, light green colour and everything is bathed in sunlight. Yeah, it had been a day exactly like the one today, back then, just a few years ago ...
"Arica! Quit spacing out on me, don't you know that that's rude? Also, you missed all the spicy details! Now I have to repeat myself!" Dephney doesn't look all that disappointed at having to repeat it.
"Miss Arica Cross and Miss Dephney Temple! What is this fascinating that you have to discuss it in my math class?" my teacher yells loudly and everyone gigges at us. I don't really care, while Dephney snickers and throws seducing looks at our 25 years old maths teacher.
"As I was about to say, Miss Temple" he emphasizes her name and shoots her a strict glare, lifting his eyebrows "tomorrow we are going to welcome a new student, so please do me the favour of behaving! That's it for today." Exactly two seconds after he said that, the bell rings. He certainly is amazing. His name? Don't ask me, I spent all his lessons spacing out.

[Alme]

"Now that you've all received your charges, I will send you down to earth. Some, will just watch from a distance, but a special few will have to pose as a human." When the instructor said that, his gaze rested on Aidan for a moment, before he continued, "I'm proud of you all for completing your training, so good luck, you know the rules, and what happens if you break them."
The man finished, then clapped his hands together, at the moment his fingertips touched, the three new Guardian Angels evaporated, and Aidan felt his chest begin to compress from the pressure, for a minute he was convinced he was going to suffocate. Then it ended, and Aidan was alone, in his new house. For a minute he was silent from shock, and almost instinctively, he felt his chest, releasing a relieved breath when he was unmarked, no huge bloody gash from when he passed on. His mind wandered back to Arica, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. His best friend, he was finally going to see everyone again, but hopefully they wouldn't recognize him. And if they did? He would have to think of a story, something that would convince the humans, but he would have to think of it before his first day of school tomorrow.

[ariadne]

Thankfully Dephney didn't feel the need to follow me around or force me to go somewhere else, so after the maths lesson ended, I had the chance to take a deep breath.
I walk around the school yard for some reason, for here I had buried some of my most precious memories. The longer I thought about it, the more stupid it seemed, so I am going to take them back home with me now. Under the shadow of a large tree I kneel down, my fingernails digging through dirt, until they scratch something harder, making my shiver. I widen the hole, look around if anyone is here, but thankfully everyone already went home. Then I take it out.
A small, white box, tightly locked.
It is filled not just with memories but also with photos, newpaper articles, old "letters", print versions of SMS, that is ... It contains my whole life. I wipe my hand on my jeans and then let it slide down my pocket, where the steel of the only key to the white box' lock rests, uncomfortably cold against my already freezing skin. Then I change my mind. There is no need to open it here. I get up, packing the box in my bag pack, making sure that it is covered by notebooks, then I leave in a hurry, or else I'd probably miss the bus.
~
Half an hour or so later I am standing on the steps of an orphanage, wiggling impatiently. Aunt Kate should hurry up with opening the door, I really need to hide this box somewhere to get my thoughts off of it.
Suddenly the brown wood swings open, I step back a bit to avoid being hit by it. "Welcome home!" Kate gasps, then hurries down the hall way, trying to catch the twelve years old twins that run way form her, giggling.
For this is where I live.

[Alme]

Aidan looked around the house, his eyes immediately filling with pain. This was his old home, the one he lived in as a child with his parents. However, it was now empty, as when Aidan had died, his parents left, not wanting to be constantly reminded of what happened to their son. The sign that was one the window, the one which said 'For Sale' was mysteriously replaced with a sign that said 'Sold', marking him as the owner of the home.
He walked up to the fireplace, his fingers running along the dark, mahogany stained shelf above the fireplace, and he could swear something broke inside him. Pictures, they left the pictures. He supposed it was for the best though, he was only a wisp of a memory, nothing more.
His gaze landed on a picture of himself, and his family. The teenager still remembered the day as clearly as ever, that was the day it happened, the day he was hit.

His mother hustled her two children into the car, her brow creased with anxiousness. "Come now, Aidan, Rei, we have the family portrait to take, and your father isn't going to wait forever." She herded the eight year old boy and nine year old girl into the car, shutting the door behind them, and hopping into the driver's seat. It took only a few minutes, until they reached the Photography Store, and got ready in front of the expensive, high class camera, the black eye staring straight at eight year old Aidan.
"Dad, do we have to?" He asked, shifting uneasily, he had a bad feeling about this.
"Yes, boy, now get ready!" His father snapped, arranging his children into a posed position, completely fake, with their completely fake smiles plastered on. None of this was real, none of this meant anything.
"Smile, Brat, show me you can do at least one thing correctly." His sister hissed through her teeth, still staring straight at the camera. Aidan gulped, his eyes widening slightly as the light flashed and the moment was preserved on the sheet of paper.

[ariadne]

I shut the door to my room.
Well, our room, the room I share with Melanie, but Mel isn't here yet. Good thing.
I sit down on my bed, turning my bag pack upside down. Notebooks flutter to the ground, amongst them, with a heavy thud, the white box lands. I pick it up, with cramping fingers searching my pockets for the key. I panic when I don't find it, my heart beat rises instantly ... but seconds later I find it, hidden in a corner of my pockets. I breathe a sigh of relief before sticking it into the heavy lock on the white box.
My trembling hands are really a bother, and my long, dark-red painted fingernails leave a tiny scratch mark on the white surface. But now it's open.
A bunch of newspaper articles lies on top, but I shove them to the side angrily, this is supposed to be a moment of reminscene, not one of depression. Soon I bury myself in old photographs and stories and memories from the happy part of my past. One of the photos I like in particular, although I can barely remember the name of the boy who gave it to me. It was a photo taken from a photo. Kind of weird, but sicne he was just 8, what was he supposed to do? It showed him along with his family, he didn't look very happy, pretty forced actually, but I still liked the photo. Besides, who can judge how someone felt from a blurry photograph?
"Arica, you already here?" She spouts happily upon entering. I almost have a heart attack at the sound of Mels voice, twitching uncomfortably and seeking to hide the box's content from her, but luckily she doesn't care much. "Hey, Arica, do you think Kate would let us go on that concert next Friday?" She asks, popping her pink chewing gum loudly. "I mean, it's one of your favourite bands ... isn't your brithday soon?" I force a smile and nod. Mel is a great friend, but she is pretty selfish. I know exactly what she is going to ask next.
"But, Kate will surely demand you take someone older with you, to take care of you and stuff. I'd be glad to help out!" Mel is approximately 2 years older than me and she has spent already 5 years in this orphanage. "No need, I can't pay for the tickets anyway." I shrug. I would've loved to go though.
~
"Are you even paying attention?" Emily, one of my best friends, whispers to me during the lesson. "Sorry, Emily, you know, it's this time of year again" I smile awkwardly at her. She knows what I mean and nods at me sympathetically. It's the beginning of the very first lesson, so I try to avert Emilys thoughts, I really hate it when she is worried about me. "You know, we're going to get a new stuent today." I whisper back.

[Alme]

"Welcome to our school, Aidan, you're going to have a great time." The principal grinned, shaking the poor teenager's hand, with that fake smile on his face like everyone has. Is anyone truly happy down here on earth? He had just finished with the paperwork, and was now officially a student at this school. He brought up a mental picture of the girl he was supposed to watch over, Arica, but how could he forget her?
He slipped out of the office, and into the main hallway of the school, occasionally glancing through the windows of the doors which led to classrooms, looking for the one he had first period in. 'Room 104, 104, 104..Ah, room 104.' He thought satisfied as he walked up to the classroom door, gripping the handle and turning it, stepping inside the room, and half the eyes of the girl students turned to him. Sure, most girls would immediately dismiss a guy with glasses, as he did, but the way he wore them, it sort of completed his look, in a way that was anything but nerdy, however he ignored the gazes of the students and listened as the teacher welcomed him.
"Class, this is Aidan, the new student I was talking about yesterday." The teacher nodded, "Welcome to our school, boy."
"Thank you, Sir." Aidan said, nodding his head. He was always respectful, that had been drilled into him since he entered Guardian training. The teenager walked over to the empty seat that was his, somewhere near the back, and sat down, pulling out his books and preparing for the lesson he knew was going to be boring.

[ariadne]

"Oh. My. God." Emily whispers into my ear, almost hyperventilating.
Our teacher had just introduced the new student, his name is Aidan, and the growing blush on Emily's cheeks indicates, that she definitly has fallen for him. That's fine with me, he sure looks great, but something about him just throws me off track. Like a dejà vu, kind of. I suppose it's because he resembles my ex-boyfriend so much. I don't really pay attention to the teacher continuing his lesson.
Aidan sits two seats to my left, right next to the window, and whenever I try to space out and stare outside, he catches my gaze. This is annoying, but I can't stop myself from doing it. A girl a few seats behind me giggles and winks in his direction. Emily lifts an eyebrow and whispers into my ear: "You know, we're friends, and I, kind of, saw him first, so ..." I suddenly laugh out loud.
Everyone is staring at me like I'm crazy, but the only comprehensive, aka not suffocated in laughing, thing I can stutter is "No problem."
This just sounded so much like one of those scenes in bad movies where the girls end up throwing stuff at each other.

[Alme]

Aidan wasn't the type to get uncomfortable easy, but he sure was now. It was almost laughable, the way the girls stared at him, but not quite, more along the lines of insanely creepy. He raised a hand to his mouth, and coughed, a fake cough, and the girls looked embarrassed and looked away, embarrassed that he had seen them staring. Well, this was going great so far, he had made a low key entrance, and was under the radar, drawing little attention to himself. NOT.
"Hey dude, Aidan, right? The point is, my name's Leo, nice to see a new face." One of the guys sitting behind him whispered, and from the corner of his eye, Aidan could see that the way the boy looked, resembled a Spanish Chistmas elf, with his dark skin, and curly black hair.
"You got it, Leo. Nice to meet you." Aidan whispered back, sticking an arm behind him, behind his chair so the teacher wouldn't notice. The boy behind him, who's name was Leo, shook his hand, and grinned. Good, so he had made one friend already, but that wasn't the goal. He had to protect Arica, but in order to do that, he had to find her first. It wasn't exactly the hardest thing to do, as he would recognize her anywhere. She was sitting only two chairs to his right, and he could hear her whispering to another girl. He could only hope it was about him, otherwise he was going to have a hard time introducing himself.