Zadkiel

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Likes:
-Soft Piano Music
-Clean Bedsheets
-His Family, all of them
-Nature, sunflowers specifically

Dislikes:
-Unnecessary Destruction
-Power
-Sleeping In
-The idea of forgetting someone

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Name: Zadkielxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Nickname/s: Zadkixxxxxxxxxxxxx
Gender: FTMxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Theme Song: Sonate D'amourxixxx
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Zadkiel: the archangel of freedom, benevolence and mercy, and the Patron Angel of all who forgive.

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Personality:
Depending on the circumstances

Positive Circumstances:
Adaptable | Calm | Elegant | Humble | Mature | Responsible
Neutral Circumstance:
Ambitious | Conservative | Neutral | Proud | Reserved | Soft
Negative Circumstances:
Bizarre | Careless | Demanding | Flamboyant | Impractical | Timid

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Curious
Obsevant
Excellent Communicators
Energetic and Enthusiastic

Poor Practical Skills
Overthink Things
Highly Emotional
Find it Difficult to Focus

Myers Briggs Test:
CAMPAIGNER (ENFP-A)

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Sun rising, the rushing wind raced in through their home, ruffling the fur of him and his sister, only waking to find no one else around. The silence was deafening in the morning. No birds, no crickets, just them and their own thoughts. Bounding down off the bed he could hear the groan of his sister behind him.

"Can't you be quiet?"

Zadkiel ignored it, there was no point responding. Walking slowly through the house to the front door, there sat Guiscard, strong and proud, facing the sun head-on as he seemed to be relaxing. One foot in front of the other he walked slowly, quietly…

“Good Morning Zadkiel.”
“Morning Pa.”
“You know I’m not your father.”
“I do indeed, but you may as well be.”

Guiscard grunted in response and settled quite contently with the smaller kalon joining him. It was the usual routine. Zadkiel had picked up on his rounds, when he would arrive and when he would go. After all he didn’t want the man to be alone so early in the morning. He would probably drift off into his own world regardless, but it was nice to have someone. Or well, he thought so.

“How’s your sister?”
“Asleep, I think.”
“You think?”
“Probably dreaming, y’know, her usual dream, chasing after Ma.”

Guiscard laughed, and nodded his head. He knew this dream, knew this dream well and would do his best to stop anything happening. Luckily Ithuriel was young, there wasn’t a struggle to hold her back just yet. Turning to look down at the young kalon with a tilt of his head, how strange it was to observe the two siblings. Having grown up with the same circumstances and the differences between them regardless.

“Do you miss her?”
“…I hardly knew her Pa, I only know what you’ve told me and she sounds… amazing. So, strong and beautiful. I wish I could meet her. In person. I’d like to know what she’d think of me. Of who I am. Of who I’ll become.”

There’s a dreamlike state on Zadkiel’s face as he runs through the many situations in his head. The outcomes, the possibilities of finally meeting his mother in person, during a time he’d be able to remember, rather than the patchy first memories he had now.

“Your hair's getting long. Aren’t you going to cut it?”

Zadkiel hummed, pulling his hair around to the front of him, paws drifting through the strands with a gentle smile, head shaking softly.

“No, I’m far too attached to it to even dream of cutting it. Besides, yours is quite long Pa… why don’t you cut yours?”

Guiscard only shrugs, a small smile on his face at the underlying meaning behind it. Long like Pa’s. A small smile settled upon his face as they settled back into a silence, this one more manageable then the last. Of course, they knew it wouldn’t last for long. They could hear the grumblings of Ithuriel behind them. That always meant noise.

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“Ithuriel! Stop. There’s no point.” They had grown, both of them, proud and mighty, just as strong and as beautiful as their mother but don’t let Ithuriel hear that. Any comparison to her mother was one she would despise.

“I won’t stop. She must learn.”
“She is learning. But she doesn’t remember. She doesn’t remember us, she doesn’t remember you or me or our real father…”

The sun was setting, the reds mimicking the anger on Ithuriel’s face. Pent up and frustrated, a hole in her heart that would be hard to fill. Her mother being the only one who would ever be able to fix it, but Ithuriel would refuse, time and time again.

“She’s a monster!”
“She’s our mother!”

Looking over his shoulder he watched the fleeing figure of his mother once more. It was a familiar sight, one that he would see again and again until Ithuriel, herself, would learn. Would learn that fighting her mother would not bring her satisfaction, would not bring her joy.

“The sun and the moon are two powerful things. Two strong deities. Two beautiful deities. But they never touch, for if they do there is only darkness. Ithuriel, you are the moon to mother’s sun. You’re both so similar! So similar and you fail to see as such.”
“We are nothing alike!”
“But you are!”
“Then what are you?!”

Zadkiel took a step back, head tilting in confusion at the question. It was sudden and sharp, the anger lacing her words with malice.

“If I’m the moon and she’s the sun what are you dear brother? And why is she the sun? Doesn’t she better represent the moon?”
“The stars, I suppose I’m the stars… There, always, but mother doesn’t realize… and that’s why she’s the sun… and you know I’m there, that’s why you’re the moon. People see me with you but don’t see me with her even if I am.
“Your metaphors are useless.”

Zadkiel watched, frown on his face as once more Ithuriel had gone in the same direction their mother had flown off in. The wind flying through his fur once more, a calm reminder from home so far away.

Small step forwards turning into leaps and bounds before diving into the air, chasing after her once more. If he wouldn’t who would?

She had become too much to handle for Guiscard, he could only keep up so much with only legs. He couldn’t just leave home to keep their mother safe… So he had handed the job down to him.

And with him the job would be finished. Always right behind them both. Zadkiel would always be there to protect them from themselves and each other.

After all, Ithuriel wasn’t the only one who had grown and Zadkiel wouldn’t be left behind… Watching the sun set slowly he looked to the moon above him and let out a sigh. One day, they could be a real family once more.

The sun, moon and stars.

One day.

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