Member No.: 243
Joined: 9-April 12
just keep on cramming ideas down my throat
usually heaven. however, she is currently stationed on earth.
hey there! i'm sparrow! i hail from australia, which makes me gmt +10 timezone. i'm currently eighteen and in uni, and have been roleplaying for about six years. i haven't played supernatural in so long, but season seven has my fingers itching to try it again. i found you guys on caution (although i think i may have designed a layout for you way back near when you opened) and i don't have other characters on here (yet xD)
Danielle is young. Maybe not by human standards, but in the eyes of angels, she's a knee high tot, and has many of the behaviors to match. She looks at things with very open eyes, taking in new sights and sounds like a newborn. Now on earth, she's fascinated by the world around her, and tends to get a little too entranced by humans and their mad inventions and actions, often neglecting her duties and responsibilities in favor of people watching.
That's not to say she's unreliable...well, she tries not to be. In fact, she tries not to be a lot of things. Irresponsible, underestimated....the list goes on. And she is getting better - she was trained well. Her first trip to Earth, fifteen years ago, taught her more about what she wanted from her existence than it did about acting as a guard. It fed her curiosity, her ambition, and gave her a desire past making Father proud. So although a mere decade ago, she may have been pretty useless, she's worked hard and she's improved. Unfortunately, many can't see past the fumbling angel she used to be.
Danielle is quite intelligent, and she is strong - she just hasn't quite learnt how to direct her abilities properly yet. Mostly, this is due to inexperiene. After all, she has only spent a limited amount of time using her powers outside of training. Her main failure is in teleportation, as she tends to emerge in the wrong spots - but she did excel in swordplay, and is hoping to master timetravel once she can land where she tries in the same time.
However, her most defining personality trait is perhaps her curiosity. If there are sleeping dragons to be prodded, you can bet that Danielle is holding the stick. Her favorite questions usually involve humans, as the race fascinates her. However her latest obsession concerns the disappearance of her mentor and the plans of the angels. Danielle knows that she's getting in deep, but there are strings just waiting to be pulled, and the risk of unraveling it all doesn't phase her nearly as much as the thought of letting it all alone.
The disappearance of her mentor thirteen years ago opened her eyes to a darker side of life - one she hadn't seen outside of the human life before. It taught her that angels can be touched by death too - that they were just as vulnerable, just as flawed. His warning drove her curiosity, giving her a mission, and building her into a strong, determined young thing. As she learns more about the plans of the angels, she becomes more cynical of her species, slowly losing the naivety that she's been shrouded in for far too long.
Her earliest memories were of watching the humans; her mentor, Afriel, explaining their actions to her as she drank it all in. They had gotten electric lights - he'd known what was happening, and they watched as the street lit up like daylight. The mortals were so excited, and Danielle loved it. They were fascinating, and so odd. She didn't understand how they could feel so much - do so much - in such a short little life. They were so full of anger and love and madness... and she loved it.
Finally, she was going to see Earth herself. She'd always been confined to the heavens, forced to watch from afar, live through the hollow shells of personal heavens around her. Now though... now her time had come. She would be supervised the whole time, and it was only for a year, a mere blink, but it was better than nothing. She was amazed that they had allowed it at all, but she wasn't going to question their decision to let a clumsy young angel loose on earth. No, let her out under a close watch but that didn't matter. She was actually going to meet a human, talk to one. Maybe. She'd find a way.
The mission had been cut short, but now Danielle had a goal. To get back to Earth. She had been among the bustling life, and in the few months she'd inhabited the girls body, she'd felt more that she had in a lifetime in heaven- and that was with her supervisor reminding her at every turn to stay distant. She didn't want to be distant - she wanted to be among it all. She wanted to feel as they did. But she could never say that. No - she would work hard and return, and see what happened from there.
How could this happen? Angels didn't just disappear, but that was exactly what had happened to Afriel. Gone, without a trace. No, not without a trace. He'd left her a warning, a whispered comment last time they'd said farewell. Don't trust them just because they're angels. Trust your instincts - we're supposed to guard humanity. She'd thought it curious, but then again, she'd planned to ask him about it the next time they met. She didn't know that those words, hissed before he disappeared, would be the last she heard from him.
From then on, she kept digging. She listened hard, stuck her head where it wasn't wanted - never straying far from safety to do so, but prying further and further as the plot began to unfold. She heard whispers of a plot against the earth, an apocalypse for the sake of angels, not humanity. Mentions of Lucifer, of a plan to open the cage - unfounded, but nerve wracking nonetheless. She trained harder, desperate to improve her skills. No mentor could teach her like Afriel though - the others didn't have the same understanding that the two had shared, born of a shared love of humanity and similar natures. She didn't let it stop her. Danielle improved. She was sent back to Earth.
It was perfect. There was nothing more that she could do in heaven. Too many knew her - the sides were all the same and every one kept their mouths shut. But earth was full of the mad, fantastic humans that she would do anything to protect. And most of them weren't very good at keeping secrets, especially with something so big. News spread among mortals, far faster than among the warriors of God. Here she could get to the bottom of it all, and while she was at it, immerse herself in the humanity she adored.
Here, the action really begins.
This was one of her favorite heavens. It was a little cafe - the woman it belonged too sat in the corner, her nose buried into a book as fake people chattered all around her and a latte cooled on the scarred table in front of her, Danielle was curled into a stained couch across the other side of the room, oblivious to the clattering of cups and soft voices that filled the toasty room. Her mind was elsewhere, preoccupied by the warning her mentor had left her. He had to have known they wouldn't meet again, or at least suspected. Usually they didn't bother with farewells. They would see each other soon enough. But this had been to ominous to ignore, even before his disappearance.
Don't trust them, just because they're angels.
Who was them? He couldn't possibly mean all angels, that wouldn't make sense. He was an angel too, and she trusted him unquestioningly, But he couldn't have meant himself, he had used the term 'them'. There was a group, but she couldn't be sure how many. They must be up to something, something bad. Something wrong, but what?
Trust your instincts - we're supposed to guard humanity.
So it was something to do with the humans. It had to be - she knew they were supposed to guard humanity, better than most angels. There was no need to remind her. Humanity must be in some sort of danger - presumably from the heavens themselves. But that provided her with no more clue to the meaning of the warning. Her instincts were telling her nothing, apart from an ominous foreboding that she may never see her mentor again. Where did that leave her? Trusting no-one? Doubting everything? No, that wasn't trusting her instincts, but they did tell her something was wrong. She would just have to find out what it was.
Danielle sighed, leaning back on the stained couch, her finger pulling at a hole in the padding next to her. She'd not gotten further than this conclusion since Afriel's disappearance three months gone. There was nothing left to it. She was going to have to start digging, or the mystery itself would drive her mad.