Name: Emra Litch Vogel
Age: 1050 | 19|
Species: Nephilim
Angel of: Angel of Light
Face claim: Amanda Seyfried

n the field of daisies, little Lilly was busy plucking them away and placing them into her straw woven basket. Butterflies were fluttering about in the sunlight and the tiny girl paid them only half of her attention. Never knowing which she wanted to focus on more: flowers or butterflies. Wearing her bright smile, she chased the wind home where her mother and father were waiting. She looked at her elder reflection and raised her basket. Her mother, Esma, was a tall blonde-haired Nephilim with the brightest blue eyes. Brighter than the sky Lilly always bet. Her stepfather, Sellen, was a human and he was always very kind. He and her mother had a child of their own who turned out to be a Nephilim just like Emra. There were only 2 years between the sisters. Sellen was a gentle spirit and he never treated the girls any differently from the other. He saw them both as his children whom he loved dearly. Nothing could make Lilly happier. Tonight, was a celebration of Emra getting her rune symbol on her lower back. It was a rune so perfectly aligned with her personality that it was almost unbelievable; Angel of Light. It was the prettiest powder blue color she'd ever witnessed.

The wooden table in the dining room was decorated with flowers, candles, baked bread, deserts, fruits, vegetables, runes, and two big pots. Her mouth watered as she ran over to the assortment laid out for the night. The savory scent told her that one pot was stew with potatoes and carrots. The other lacked scent but not steam. She lifted its lid a little and smiled when she saw a mountain of rice! It's like her birthday all over again! "Danke!" She thanked her mother with a big hug and smile.

"Someone finally decided to practice German a little?"

Emra looked over to her dad and nodded. "Yep! Just like you wanted!"

The remaining daylight swiftly changed to darkness. It was dinner time when Emra was sent to look for her sister. After searching the house and the fields, Emra raced home alone. The cold night air was burning her lungs and made it hard to breathe. All the while, her muscles were burning as she ran. Frantically she explained to her parents that she couldn't find Hanna anywhere.

A painful 3 weeks passed from that day before Hanna found her way back home. It was truly a miracle that she hadn't died. The family didn't live too far from what is now known as Ulm, Germany. Emra guessed that maybe her little sister survived there with scrap foods and vacant shelters. From that day on, the struggle to keep Hanna safe rose exponentially. Emra could never place why the urge to run off was so profound with Hanna. she could always see the despair on her parents faces whenever her sister would go missing for days, weeks, or sometimes longer.

When Hanna turned eight years old, the symbol bestowed upon her was the mark of the Angel of Night, Leliel. The young girls were truly night and day not only in appearance (Emra with her Orion blonde hair and bright emerald colored eyes, Hanna with her black locks and deep reddish-brown eyes), but in purpose as well. Sadly, their differences would send them on opposite ends of the globe from one another. Emra craved completeness with others, while Hanna caved freedom at any cost. Emra never understood the mystical force surrounding the vast green lands around them but it was designed to keep them safe. She believed it to be strengthened by light and weakened by darkness. Which is what made it so easy for Hanna to penetrate it. Hanna never took training with mother seriously, and that would determine the inevitable difference between life and death.

"Nineteen and still just a little bean, huh Lilly?" Emra was mid swing of her mother's battle ax when her dad's voice hit her ear drums. She cried out as she fell backwards with the weight of the weapon. She laughed and tilted her head back to see Sellen standing behind her dressed in his usual jeans, dress shoes, and a loose fitted shirt. This time the color was a dark blue.

"I'll grow someday dad. Like the bean stalk story," she beamed before standing up and dusting the grass and dirt from her skirt and leggings. While the family addressed her by any of her names, (Emra, Licht, or the nickname Lilly), only Sellen called her or compared her to a bean. The running joke was that she would never go over 5'3", but she wasn't losing hope just yet. Her father sat down in the grass beside her. His age telling on his face. This made Lilly sad, as she wanted her dad to live forever just like mother.

"I doubt you'll grow much taller, bean. But if you do- you can brag that you told me so. How is your training coming along with your mother's ax?"

"It's like half of my weight so I struggle. But I want to be able to use it. Until I can perfect it, I have my pair of Chokuto blades." She paused as she noticed the sun was close to setting. "Tea and pastries for the sunset?" Looking over, she saw him nod with a grin on his face. "Ok, I'll go get it." She jumped up and grabbed the handle of the ax. The entire ax was made from titanium. The entire weapon was pearl white, and the handle was wrapped tightly with white, blue, and gold fabrics. It was flashy, but the thing she loved most about it was the blue rune symbols on the blade that gleamed in certain lights. Emra rested the ax against the outside of the house near the front door entrance before going inside to make their tea. She set the mugs and tea pot on a metal tray along with some small pastries. Her mother was currently out to investigate a disturbance in a mountainous terrain. She was due back no later than sunrise. But- time was not on her side.

"Lilly!" Her dad's cry for help startled her and she dropped the tray when rushing to the door.

Her shock turned into anger as she saw Hanna hurrying onto the property with a dragonkin right behind her! "Hanna!" Emra's shout wasn't to warn Hanna but instead to scold her. Grabbing the ax with her left hand, she bolted onto the field. The only plan she had in her mind was to protect her dad. In this moment, she didn't care about her sister's wellbeing. She was leading the beast directly onto their property after having been gone now for 4 days. Despite her mother being a warrior and great teacher, fear gripped Emra's heart. This was her first real fight, and of all things to start with, it had to be something so ferocious. As the girls neared center of the field, Emra took to the ground, sliding beneath Hanna's stretching wings. She'd have to deal with her later, but for now, she gripped the ax with both hands and swung towards the legs of the beast. It took to the sky and turned back to dive down for Emra. Her father was nearby and his stillness she couldn't tell if he was struck by fear or if he was confident in his daughter's abilities to protect him. Either way, she couldn't let him get hurt, for mother's sake.

The dragonkin's scales were charcoal black and red sand colored. This was unfavorable. She found herself knocked over just as she managed to stand. During the event, she found herself suffering many scuffs, scrapes, bruising, and cuts. She felt herself become weakened by the mild penetrations his weapon created. All the while Hanna hid inside like a coward.  With her blood boiling in her veins, she met the dargonkin in the sky. Her wings stretched out and she charged full speed ahead. Emra didn't realize how hung up she subconsciously was on awaiting her mother's rescue until it was too late. the demon sped past her and dug his blade into her dad's back. Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply as she witnessed his blood stain his shirt. "You get away from him!" Retracting the wings she scarcely used, she entrusted gravity to assist in her victory. She didn't weigh much but the additional weight of the ax was her saving grace. Twisting her body midair was the only way to prepare for a swing. The predator was busy retracting his weapon from her father's flesh and bone when he noticed their close proximity. Now. It must be now! She let out a battle cry like her mother had taught her and swung the ax down onto its next with her entire force and weight. She landed on her feet over him and the intruder now lied decapitated on the ground with twitching limbs. Panting, she stumbled back from the corpse and made way to her father whom she healed with her own blood. She was worried if her poisoned state would cause further damage but only mother knew the answer to that. As she was dragging her father back inside, her mother flew in from the sky and rushed over to her aid. The rest of the night was dragged out in silence after Emra learned of her newfound mortality, and Hanna was scolded for her wrongdoings. It didn't stop her of course, and she continued her reckless adventures. She even found herself in numerous high-powered fights with Emra. For the sake of Sellen, Lilly refused to acknowledge her sister's existence.

After that day, the sisters never found a way back to a healthy relationship. To everyone's dismay, Sellen died some years later in his sleep. He wasn't sick, and so there was nothing they could do to heal him. He was never the same after the attack. Lilly blamed herself for being so hostile, but she mostly blamed Hanna for continuing to give them sleepless nights. She assumed her father died of a broken heart. Even if he was not the man that brought her into this world, he was the man that cared for her.

One day Esma suggested that Emra explore the world with caution to help relieve herself of the hate she felt towards her sister. She was worried that her daughter's hatred would be her demise. A life serving others is what Nephilim were created for, and so, Era shed herself from the social bounds of Earth to transcend beyond labels and social expectations. Emra left with a heavy heart, but soon regained joy through assisting those in need. Esma's ax was always worn on Emra's back as a reminder of her training, beauty, and love.

Emra caught wind of a place where different species managed to coexist in a place called eternal city. Many places have claimed such a victory, but they typically came crumbling down or only held a very small community compared to what they proclaimed.

Licht's wings were shielded beneath a floor length 15th century, long sleeved red colored gown. The blonde locks of hair were pulled back into a long braid with daisies woven into the strands. The shoes on the Nephilim's feet were knee high flats with a dark olive colored ribbon lacing them together. Beneath their dress were wearing dark brown pants and a white sleeveless shirt. The same color ribbon also laced the front of the gown, and the forearms of it as well. Over the dress was a dark red cloak to hide the sockets for Licht's wings, and weapon. The city was bustling and very vibrant. The tiny angel spent the day visiting stores, theaters, restaurants, and even a small festival they were holding. It was lovely and felt like there was a lot of positive energy circulating.

As evening befell the city, Licht was walking across the roof of a building the sound something zapping alerted them. Walking along the shingled house top, the angel looked down in a nearby ally to see a man getting electrocuted! Instinctively, Licht brushed their right thumb across the blade of the ax to draw blood. The goal was to heal him before it was too late! After stepping haphazardly onto a loose shingle, Licht slid and let out a "Whoop!" as they fell onto a mountain of cardboard boxes. Coughing after having the wind knocked out of their lungs was the only conclusive evidence that they were still alive. After regaining solid footing, Licht stood upright and immediately realized that the man towered high above. However his silhouette was not what caught their attention. It was the fact that he was perfectly okay! His eyes were electric blue and from his fingertips was a small electric current. At this proximity, it was notable that he was holding a long strands of lights similar to the ones decorating the festival. So he's an electrician? That's a befitting occupation, a bit too predictable, but they make decent money.

"That's pretty cool!" Licht perked up, "Sorry to have crashed in on you, I thought you might've been in trouble." The Nephilim's right hand stretched out toward him, "I'm Emra Licht, nice to meet you. You can call me Emra, Licht, he, she, they, it, hey you," Licht couldn't help but giggle. Contrary to the man's initial serious expression, he broke out in laughter and shook their outstretched hand without electrocuting them. "August, what brings you by?" he responded . Emra found it ironic to meet a man named August in the month of August.

"Rumors of a paradise. I stopped by the festival too. I thought maybe it would be a nice day-" As Licht's eyes closed, their mouth opened further. Letting out a banshee scream, their powerful sneeze nearly made them lose their balance, causing their wings to tear through the cloak's fabric. Licht sniffled and looked back at the feathered appendages holding fabric of  their favorite cloak. Looking back at August, Licht gave a slow shy shrug, "You showed me yours, so I showed you mine?"

August seemed slightly amused by the show the Nephilim was unknowingly putting on. He turned away and returned to putting the fallen lights back in place on the walls. When he finished, he turned back to the being with a torn cloak. "Did you enjoy the festival? Lighting is under my management tonight."

"Oh the lights were wonderful! They're like light dangling snowballs or ice sickles. They're very beautiful. It's why I went up to the roof to look at them from above." That's when a light bulb went of in Licht's brain. "Oh I know! Come up with me and see for yourself! It's only logical that you view your work from multiple angles." Licht pointed to the roof of a building about 3 floors high with numerous ledges and window sills. Before being able to offer August a lift, he walked up to the wall, scaled it with his eyes and started working his way up its side! Licht's mouth dropped before turning into a smile. To avoid being left behind, Licht used their ability of flight to make it to the roof just moments before August.

The rest of the evening was spent in August's company; admiring the lights from the roof, exploring more of the festival, and ending the evening on the roof of an apartment complex near the beach.There they watched the stars under the full moon and counted how many shooting stars they could spot. Something about his energy seemed down and Licht wanted to help him feel better, even if he was a complete and utter stranger. It was a nice day off from work. Licht considered visiting this place more often. In fact- the angel of light decided to spend extended periods of time within the city to lend her aid and to visit any friends she'd come to make.

 Joyous, Helpful, Eager Learner --
Stubborn, Emotional, Socially Oblivious