Name: Giovanni Marcel Idrissa
Age: Has two forms, a six year old form and a sixteen year old form
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Six year old form:
Sixteen year old form:

Name: Lilith Avery
Age: 18
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Giovanni had a mission. Again, it was to kill an angel. He chose his eight year old form, knowing it was easier to lure people in with. That, and his wings were better concealed in that form. He sighed, having just been transported into Heaven. He didn't have much to go on, just a name. He fiddled with his hair, walking around. He nodded to himself, approaching the first angel he saw. "Excuse me, do you think you could help me...?" He kept his voice child-like and slightly submissive.

The angelic guard watched over the crowds in the plaza until heard a small voice near his arm. Looking down he saw young boy. Thinking the boy got himself lost he knelt down and asked how he could help him.


Lilith sat on a cloud overlooking the ocean, watching the dolphins play in the waves. It was so peaceful, for once there wasn't anyone snickering or talking behind their hands. While this might be heaven not everyone acted so angelic. Lilith toyed with her hair which had always made her stand out amongst the rest. Black as midnight and raven's wings her hair was thought of as "evil" by some of the other angels. How can hair be evil? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. she thought as she watched the sun sparkle on the water. Folding her wings more comfortably she grabbed her book and settled in to read.

Giovanni scratches his head sheepishly. "I'm looking for Lilith Avery. I'm her new assistant..." He fixes his eyes on the ground and fiddles with his shirt sleeve nervously. He keeps up his act well, not wanting the guard to catch on. He's silently praying that his Master did his research and he wouldn't be found out too quickly. He keeps his mecha arm close to his side, not in the mood to explain it, or his past.

"Her new assistant, huh?" The guard eyed the little boy. He didn't pay much mind to his arm as body "enhancements" had become all the rage this year. After contemplating whether or not to help anyone dealing with Lilith he decides he'd better or he'd loose his nice post. "You'll probably find her out by the ocean view. She hides there often." The guard stands up and mutters under his breath before resuming his stance. "a weird child for the weird woman, how fitting"


Lilith looked up from her book to check the time. She was supposed to be getting a new assistant today but figured they wouldn't show once they knew who they were to work for. Lilith hated her job but it was the only one she could work at where she didn't have to deal with the sneers and evil looks while she worked. Records organization was boring and tedious but it was needed. Problem was no one had been keeping the records straight for years. Who knew how many angels were there that were supposed to be in purgatory instead? Sighing she went back to reading, figuring she'd give them another how to show before she went to work.

Giovanni pouts at the man. "I am so not weird." He huffs before heading to the spot told to him by the man. He pauses when he sees an angel sitting there. "Um...are you Lilith?" He fidgets again, fixing his hair absently. He really is quite cute in his current form, and his submissive attitude makes him all the more adorable. He cocks his head at her, not really looking at her.

Lilith feels the air next to her stir before hearing a child's voice. Closing her eyes for a moment she braces herself for what she thinks will be the newest round of questions/insults. A few of the "angels" had taken to sending their children to bother her as of late. Opening her eyes she turned toward the direction the voice came from and beheld a small boy. He was adorable but wasn't about to let his looks fool her, even if she wanted to just pick him up and hug him. "I am she. Who wants to know?"

Giovanni tilts his head. "Your new assistant. My name's Marcel Idrissa. Pleasure to meet you." He says this politely, his good breeding showing, despite his upbringing. He currently had blue contacts in, mainly because he didn't want to get mistaken as a demon. He was wary of people's reactions to that fact.

Lilith stared at him for a minute before standing. Closing her book she tucks it under her arm as she looks him over. This has got to be some form of a joke. They send me a child. I am not a babysitterShe thinks as she walks over to stand next to him. Looking down at him she notices his eyes are a very bright blue, that kind of vibrancy odd for a young one. "Very well. We'd best get started as it will take a few months just to get the folders into stacks let alone get them correctly sorted." Lilith heads in the general direction of the plaza.

Giovanni stares back, watching her look him over. "I do have an older form, if you think that would be more suitable." He follows her politely, keeping up easily with her. He glances around as he walks, trying to memorize scenery and things of that nature.

Stopping in front of the records hall Lilith sees there are more record boxes piled up in front of the door. Turning around to look at Marcel she see's a couple walk by. Pain and longing flash through her lavender eyes before she regains composure. "Yes, an older form would be much more of a help. These boxes get heavy and may be a bit much for you as you are now. Though I do have to ask. Why did you agree to this post?"

"I needed something to do, and to get out of Celebrian for a bit. My...kind aren't exactly welcome." After he finishes speaking he closes his eyes and a gray-ish light surrounds him. After a second, it vanishes and he's indeed older looking. He runs a hand through his hair, which is down to his shoulders. "That better?" He notices his wings, which are red and black, are out and pulls them in a bit, frowning at them.

Lilith nods, understanding the feeling of not being welcome someplace. Pausing she turns at his statement of "my kind" and asks What did you mean by "my kind" then notices that his wings are not white or brown but red and black. Just what kind of angel is he? I've never seen wings that color....Wait, now I'm starting to sound like everyone else. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts she nods approvingly at his older form. That will be much more helpful. Lilith then smiles and gestures to the boxes Let's get these loaded into the building first and get started.

Giovanni glances around. Seeing no one else he mutters, "I'm a half-breed. Half angel, half demon. Hence the wings." He picks up a stack of tree boxes and carries them in easily. "Where am I putting them, exactly?" he calls, peering around the boxes at the building.

Lilith froze at his words as a chill passed through her..and another feeling, but before she could figure it out, it was gone. Frowning softly she looked around inside for a place to set the boxes. We'll have to just set them inside the door for now. As you can tell no one has wanted to do this job for a long while....

Giovanni nods and places the boxes down before heading to get more. He seems to be a naturally quiet person and only really speaks if he has something important to say.

Lilith watched as he loaded in box after box, keeping quiet the whole while. I wonder if he keeps quiet because he is used to getting ridiculed for everything he says like I am. Turning around, Lilith faced the table and looked through a stack of papers, her back to the door. I hope he's a fast learner, otherwise this will take a long time...

Once he's done with the boxes, Giovanni looks at her, curiously. "What should I do now?" He tilts his head a bit, out of habit.

Keeping her back to him Lilith said over her shoulder. Grab a stack of papers from that open box next to you and bring them over to the table. I'll show you how to sort them. Lilith thumbed through the stack in front of her. This is odd. This is showing a record of an angel who was here, employed then just vanished....

Giovanni picks up a stack and glances at the top. He sees a picture that looks like his mother. He gasps softly, blinking.He then sets the stack on the table and waits, not commenting on what he saw.

Lilith looks at the top of the stack he set down. Looking toward the side of the table she points to three different boxes. Now you'll sort the stack between "Living", "Dead", and "Unknown". With your help I'll finally be able to take a closer look at the Unknowns and find out what went on with them. Are they here illegally, are they demons who snuck in, are they transfers that never got processed, were they kidnapped somehow? All these questions I have to answer by going through each of those files. Once a box get's full place it on the properly marked shelf. After finishing sorting the stack that was in front of her, Lilith goes to the "Unknown" shelf and pulls down the first box.

Giovanni glances over the look-a-like's file and sees it was his mother. "...How long has it been since this was done correctly?" His voice is solemn as he places the file in 'Dead'. He keeps going through the stack carefully, still solemn. He glances over the papers quickly.

Lilith returned to the table and set the box down. Blowing the dust off the lid she answered his question The last record keeper began to go crazy and finally was put in a "home" around a few hundred years ago. I didn't find out about the opening for this job until 20 years or so ago. I spent the first two years just cleaning out the dust, cobwebs, and stacking the pages. The floor looked to be covered with a sea of papers.... Opening the box she pulled out the first file. The "Unknowns" weren't sorted by date or anything since the hall had been a mess. Lilith looked down at the picture and ran one delicate finger over it. Oh Jeremiah, what happened to you? A brief look of sadness passed across her face.

Giovanni grimaces, shuddering. "Ew. That's so bad." He frowns. "So there's hundreds of years of work here?" He facepalms, slightly amused. He blows on the paper he has so he can read it. He scans it and files it, carefully. He then keeps moving through his pile, trying to at least make a dent in it. After a bit of time, his stomach grumbles. He stares at it, unamused. "Shush, you traitor." He keeps working, ignoring it.