SULLIVAN | zelda abigail

[zelda]

ZELDAABIGAILSULLIVAN!
'you're my angel, my darling angel.'

HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW?

"Well hello there. I guess this is the part where i introduce myself? ** Okay, well my name is Zelda Abigail Sullivan, though it's not my original name--and you can call me Sully. I am a guardian angel and have been for 700 years or so. One looses count as you might know. I look to be around twenty something and I am a female. I happen to be heterosexual and see homosexuality as...well being a guardian and knowing what God knows, you kind of see it as an abomination really. But I could never hate someone for their sin. Anyways, I think that's all, right?"

SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF.

"I've never been called that before... Thanks, I guess. *blushes a tiny bit* Okay, describe myself... *looks at body* I don't really know where to start exactly, so I'll just go with my face. It's pretty normal I guess. Plain Jane really. I have slightly wavy blonde hair that goes just below my shoulder, bright blue eyes, full lips, and very distinguishing cheekbones with freckles here and there. I have heard once or twice that I look like Marloes Horst but I have no clue who she is. The only other distinguishing features I have are my wings, but you can only see them if I show them to you. Um, I guess I don't really have a certain style. I just wear nice dresses or skirts and shoes that are appropriate. Not those little flippy flop things. They're ridiculously uncomfortable when running, and the few times I have worn them, they've fallen off as i fly. So i usually stick to something more reliable."

I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO KNOW YOU BETTER!

"Well, there isn’t much to know about me really. But I like classical music, playing the piano which I’m very good at actually, the different languages of the world, seven of which I know currently, animals and caring for them, though I haven’t had time to do that in centuries, gardening, the smell of freshly mowed grass and the few minutes after it rains, flying, being a guardian angel, and love. I like love and seeing people in love. I wish I could feel that again, but it’s unlikely to ever happen. I dislike insects, the feeling I get when Cappy is in trouble or needs me to come save him again, demons, rap and rock and roll music, and sports (they’re so confusing). My strengths are my angelic powers, that I’m a great and quick flyer, and that I don’t often let people see me—though I guess that could be taken as a weakness as well… My real weaknesses are Cappy (or any charge I might have), romance, puppies and kittens, a well-played symphony, and Morgan Freeman’s voice—weird, I know. But I heard it once, and now it melts my bones.

My habits probably include me pushing my hair out of my face, talking in my native Hungarian tongue when I’m mad, pursing my lips, and biting the inside of my cheek. I fear that I will fail at being a guardian and my wings will be stripped away and that I’ll always be alone. The only secret I can think of is that I’m always invisible so no one can really ever see me. The only time I’m ever visible is to other guardians or fallen angels. For some reason I’ve never liked being seen at all. I just like to protect my charges, do a good job of it, and move on. Though Cappy has been more difficult, but he’s also the only one who has ever genuinely made me laugh (though he wouldn’t know it). And even though he’s a thrill-seeker, he’s nicer than some of the others I’ve had.

I never really know what to say to people today. I hardly know what the heck they’re even talking about, really. So I basically keep to myself. It’s not that I’m cold or rude or anything, but I honestly just don’t know what to talk about. I’ve always had that problem. The only person I was ever able to talk to was William. I seemed distant to my children, but they had always understood. At night I like to read Jane Austen books or other romance novels. They make me feel happy, you know? I enjoy feeling happy, like any other normal girl.

The only other thing about me is that I have this thing about me when my charge is in trouble. I wouldn't really call myself dangerous, but I do what needs to be done to save him. An old, old friend of mine said my eyes darkened with anger and I would become stiff with rage to get the job done. So I guess I'm not to be messed with if you want to live."

I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRUIGING!

"It’s a pretty long history what with being over 700 years old, but I’ll condense it to the most important things as to not bore you or carry on for too long. To start, I was born in what used to be Austria-Hungary in the early 1300s to my mother, Abigail and father, Francis. My original name was Zanya Terek. We moved to Britain when I was just 4, so I don’t remember much about it. But nothing important in my life happened until I was about fourteen. We were a poor family. My father tended the farm with my brother, Franz while my sister, Annalise, and I helped my mother around the house and gathering milk and eggs for food. There was a huge castle just ten miles away where the Lancaster’s lived. And had resided for multiple generations. The Lancaster’s were much different than other wealthy people we had ever encountered. They were kind, loving of me and my family, generous, and good in every way possible.

There was one boy in particular that had my affections, William Lancaster. Oh he was the most handsome man you would ever see! And his kindness and gentleness only added to his already perfect looks. We had been good friends for a long time, but he only saw me as a friend. I knew because he showed his own affections elsewhere. But I knew that he would never marry a poor girl like me anyways. But one day William took me aside into the stables and he kissed me. He told me that we belonged together in matrimony. So we eloped without telling a single soul. Our secret marriage lasted only a little while before his brother Charles found out about it. When his mother found out, she was disappointed, but she loved my family and me as her own, so he wasn’t stripped of his money.

The rich life was nothing as I expected it to be. Of course the lavish balls and parties were lovely and incredible, but I it wasn’t as fun or interesting as I had always thought. Without having to work, I found myself bored, sitting around the library reading or daydreaming. And the love I thought William and I shared just disappeared. There was no such thing as divorce back then, and the only way out of a marriage was for one person to die. William put me into a large house a few miles away where I had my own garden, little farm, and our two boys William and John and our daughter Elizabeth. They often went to the castle to visit their father, but all learned the good Terek work ethic. William (husband) died two years later and left everything to me, including the castle. The children and I moved into the castle, but I often found myself going back to the smaller house to make sure the gardens were still beautiful and the animals were tended to properly.

My son, John had fallen ill the same year William (husband) had died. The doctor tried everything, but two weeks later and my youngest was dead. I had never been more depressed in my entire life. But I grew to not think about it, and eventually I was back to normal. By then Elizabeth and William (son) were almost fully-grown. I had the castle all to myself most of the time for my son was in school and Elizabeth was away in France. I used my remaining years still tending to the gardens and the farm animals until I died in 1327 of a similar illness my William and John had fallen to.

My first charge was a young girl, Jane. She was the easiest charge I’ve ever had to protect. She was innocent and kind; she reminded me of Elizabeth, who I still kept a look out for. Then there was Jason, Taylor, Kyle, Winston, Maria, Imogen, Halley, Holy, Haley, Kelsey, Carver, Stacy, Lance, William, Anne Marie, Audrey, Preston, and finally my charge now, Ashley, who goes by Cappy for whatever reason. He’s probably the most difficult I’ve yet had. He’s one of those people that likes to do moronic things for the sheer thrill of it—which I’ve never been able to understand.

I’ve been watching over Cappy since he was born. He and his friend Chett, actually. It’s not that I have to protect Chett, but he and Cappy have been like brothers since childhood and I grew fond of him. Neither of them have any idea that I exist though as I’ve never shown myself to them. "

AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU?

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