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Syrra has a minion!

Forget-me-Not the Ippo

Syrra
Legacy Name: Syrra

The

Custom Angelic Anyu
Owner:

Rox

Age: 13 years, 2 months, 1 week

Born: February 16th, 2011

Adopted: 13 years, 2 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: February 16th, 2011

Pet Spotlight Winner
October 13th, 2016

Statistics

Level: 6
Strength: 10
Defense: 12
Speed: 11
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 1
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Towel Folder

Story

Name: Syrra
Gender: Female

Personality

Syrra is a quiet thoughtful girl with an easygoing relaxed nature and a penchant for peace. She loves to sit and do nothing and often goes unnoticed in crowds.

She is honest and loyal to a fault, often putting other peoples happiness before her own. She doesn't always think before she speaks but, because she rarely thinks of anything negative, she doesn't ever offend anyone.

Syrra is a nature lover and cares so much about nature that she will often try to tend to any injured animals she sees, even at the risk of her own health. She is a carer in every aspect of her life and will look after anyone who is sick.

Appearance

Syrra has black curly hair and piercingly blue eyes. Her nose is slightly upturned at the end and sometimes makes her look like she is quite haughty. She has narrow lips that curve up naturally so she always look like she is smiling. Her eyelashes are black and thick, she wears clear mascara to accentuate them even more. Syrra is never described as beautiful but is described by most people as pretty or striking which she often feels is a weaker substitute.

Syrra does not wear any other makeup as she feels it makes her look unnatural. Syrra loves to wear pastel colours, fearing that if she wears darker or more vibrant colours she will look washed out or ill. She generally prefers pale blues and greens because they are not as girly as baby pink and, while she loves to wear dresses and skirts, she does not think of herself as girly but only as feminine.

She has a very small tattoo on her stomach on the left hand side of a forget-me-not stem with three flowers. She never talks about who it is in memory of and usually keeps it covered. Occasionally it is visible through her clothes but enquiries about it are met with a wall of silence except to admit that she has no other tattoos and no piercings at all, not even on her ears.

Backstory

Any child that dies becomes an angel. But every angel has to earn their wings and their halos. To earn their wings, an angel is given a ward to look after, be it adult or child. They have to guide them through a difficult decision and keep them safe. To earn their wings and halos, they have a year for the person to say that they feel thankful or blessed to have met the angel. Without that, they will just cross over to non-existence, slowly fading away.

If they get their wings they can choose to ascend to heaven or become Guardian Angels. As Guardian Angels they are passed from human to human by the need the humans express. If a human needs help that is beyond that of an angel, the Guardian Angels will step in to offer additional guidance.

Even angels need guidance sometimes. The higher angels, or Seraphim, are in charge of matching angels to their wards, Guardian Angels to their protectorates and ensuring that the ascended ones are safe and happy at all times. There are only six Seraphim: two for each task. Kiana and Malus are in charge of matching Guardian Angels to their protectorates. Orius and Lynae are in charge of ensuring the ascended ones are safe and happy.

Syrra and her colleague Eriun are in charge of matching angels to their wards.

Story

Syrra stared blankly at Eriun, confusion evident in her eyes.

"What do you mean you quit?" she whispered hoarsely. "You can't quit."

"I'm done Syrra. I can't do this any more. I can't keep watching the innocents fade into nothing. I'm not strong enough." Eriun shook his head sadly and turned away, slowly walking forwards away from her, into a bright white light, his body fading into nothingness as he joined the ascended angels, relinquishing his powers.

Syrra folded her arms on the lectern in front of her and dropped her head to rest there, her shoulders starting to shake as she sobbed silently. A soft cough from in front of her caused her to stop and raise her head. Duty called. She blinked twice, forcing the tears away as she returned to her job.

Looking at the book in front of her she watched silently as words began to appear. Kellie-Anne Iris Whittaker, 6 years, 3 months, 7 days. Syrra sighed sadly, knowing it was such a waste of a life to become an angel. She walked to the front of the lectern and crouched in front of the girl, getting as close to eye level as she could.

"Do you know where you are?" Syrra spoke softly so as not to spook the child. Kellie-Anne nodded and smiled.

"I'm going to be an Angel and look after the sick people who are in the hospital. Just like my angel did." The girl smiled wider and spun in a circle. "Then I'm going to have wings and flyyy." She squealed loudly and Syrra couldn't help but laugh.

Syrra looked at the list of people to match the girl up with and saw a name that looked promising. She held out her hand and Kellie-Anne grasped tightly as they moved back to Earth.

Quietly, Syrra watched as the girl moved towards the bed of the little boy, Kieren Matthew Jones. Kellie-Anne reached out a hand and whispered something. Syrra paused and turned away, silently praying as she moved back to wait for the next angel.

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She stood at the lectern a few weeks later, still alone as she awaited a new Seraphim. A noise from in front of her caused her to start and she stared at the paper, waiting. Kieren Matthew Jones, 4 years, 2 months, 19 days.

Syrra couldn't help herself. She screamed and burst into tears. No! No this wasn't fair! Not like this, not again! The little boy stared at her in silence, his eyes welling up as she cried.

"Don't cry," he whispered "I'm so glad she helped me. I'm so lucky." He reached his hand out to her shoulder and patted it gently. He held out his hand and she stared. In his hand he held a single silver feather, the sign of an Ascended one.

"I let her go. But I don't want to. I want to help her like she helped me." His voice was clear, breaking through the echoes of her pain. Syrra felt her hip burn as her tattoo itched. She stared in silence as a fourth forget-me-not bloom appeared, barely visible through her dress.

She stood, smiling as the boy in front of her began to grow, his hair growing, his skin darkening, his eyes widening as he looked at his feet and watched as they became further from his head as he grew to his full adult height. He turned his head as his back started to ache and she laughed as he poked himself in the eye with his wing.

"Don't worry," she giggled "you'll get used to them." He stared and silently spread them, watching the play of colours like oil on water.

"I don't understand..." he said, looking startled at the deep voice that came out of his mouth.

"Let me explain," Syrra spoke softly, spreading her wings for the first time in a very long time. "When a child dies before his or her own angel has Ascended, the child holds the fate of the angel in his hand. If the child is happy to be here and is glad of the help the angel gave, the angel will Ascend and get its wings. If the child is not happy, the angel has failed." She paused, seeing the happiness in the face of the young man in front of her.

"Because you loved her, because you want to look after her, you have become the only person who can look after her: a Seraphim. And together we shall guide and watch over others as they try to make a difference in a world as dark as yours..." Syrra pointed to the paper in the lectern as a single phrase appeared.

A single spark can light up a room, a single hope can light up a life...

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