Aziraphale Arcania

## Appearance

Aziraphale has bright green hair that looks faintly like the vines she creates that stops at the back of her knees and dark emerald eyes, however, they do not stay these colors for long, they change with the seasons. Her skin is fair, and her face is round. She has a small snub nose that twitches when she feels a change in something, whether it be friendships, relationships of those shes close to, or seasons. Her hands are small, but bony and her fingers are long, at least they look to be from her long stiletto nails that are painted a white. Aziraphale is not a small woman, she has curves and a bit of tummy, not that it bothers her.

During spring, her hair is that bright vibrant grass like green, and her eyes, little emerald jewels that sparkle when looking at everyone and everything, good or bad. She has different flowers in her hair at all times, roses, lilies, passion flowers, you name it, and it's probably in her amazing head of hair. She is very calm, very reserved. Unless she is spoken to or she wants to speak with you, you wont see her very much unless you are truly looking.

When summer comes, Aziraphale likes to cut her hair so that it is at her shoulders as her green roots slowly shifts to a golden blond color, like sand at the beach while her eyes shift into a light, comforting blue like the water. She has an inconvenient amount of energy, she always wants to explore and do things.

When autumn creeps closer, her hair has grown out to its normal length, and her blond roots change into a sweet ginger color, then slowly the ginger takes over her hair, and her hair starts to look like the trees with their orange leafs. As her hair is changing into that beautiful ginger, her eyes turn a nice hazel. She likes to collect shiny rocks, and small pumpkins while going through this stage in the year.

And once Autumn comes to a close and winter shuffles closer, her hair quickly fades into a pure, bright white, like fresh snow, while her eyes shift once more to a bright green-ish grey color. During this season, she becomes as silent as death..mourning her creations, who she viewed as her children, in solitude.

Aziraphale is also very British.

## Outfit

Her clothing changes with the seasons as well, as do human clothing. It all depends on the weather or her mood to show off her curves and stomach.

In the spring, she often wears Easter dresses, usually white with bright patterns or colors. It's flowey, nice, and doesn't show much. She also wears heels more often in this time, to make herself appear taller. The color palette is greens, whites, and pinks.

The summer, however, she wears very small things. Shorts to show off her thighs, crop tops to show off her tummy and sneakers. The color theme is Gold, White, Blue, or Blacks.

When Autumn rolls around, she covers up. Wearing sweater vests and small jackets with long cargo pants that look they're from hot-topic. "Fall is the time to be spooky", is always her excuse. And the shoes are usually big, clunky boots. The color palette is Oranges, Grey's, Blacks, and Dark Greens

And in Winter, she wears big fluffy coats with heated tights and small pleated skirts with high heeled boots. The color palette is White, Black, Grey, and light blue.

## Personality

Aziraphale is a kind, wise and generous woman. She likes to help people, and she will try her best to help someone even if she is not qualified to do so. She is always around, always somewhere, if you are looking. She is the perfect woman, until...she isn't.

She has a bad habit of overworking herself, taking little to no breaks with what she is doing. She forgets to take care of herself properly, like eat, sleep or drink. She has a laughably bad sense of time, which she jokes about frequently. She is a very bright lady, very smart, but she claims to be very dull, very dumb much to the dismay of people close to her.

She wants to worry about others, then herself, but then someone else needs saving and she feels like its her *duty* to save them.

## Backstory

Aziraphale Arcania wasn't born anywhere. She doesn't have a true mother or a true father, she was *created*. By who, she is uncertain but the reason is very clear to her, especially now. She was created to help others. When she woke up on the streets of a far off kingdom, she was found by a boy with grey hair named Zorticus. He looked to be her age, which, at the time, was 7. He was dirty, muddy with blood on his scrapped and bruised knees, where has he been? she wondered. What adventures has he been on? He brought her to his home like a lost puppy and his mother scolded him for bringing a stranger into their home, but, then his mother looked closer and suddenly had a strange change of thought, allowing Aziraphale to stay at the home. The woman's name, she came to learn, was Marcee Arcania. She was the lady of the house, stern and strict about where the boy went, but not where Aziraphale went.

Marcee was tall with dark green hair and bright green eyes that looked like she was always plotting, they had that shine to them. That shine got brighter when she was angered. Aziraphale learned quickly not to anger Marcee, not because she was of any threat, but her husband was. Her husbands name was Cercie and he had long grey hair, like the boy. He had a very quick and heavy temper, and every time Marcee would tell him about the boys adventures or running or being defiant, Cercie would scream and swear and ground the boy. And after each scream match, Aziraphale would comfort the boy the best she could, allow him to cry to her, allow him to hit her shoulders in frustration, allow him to vent and scream into her chest and by age 12, she learned what she wanted to do. She wanted to help. She wanted to be someone that people could trust with their deepest secrets.

However, obtaining this wasn't an easy task. She would walk around the kingdom with a small, trustworthy smile, as to appear willing to listen, but many men took that willingness too far. When she turned 14 she gave up hope, gave up trying to help others or have them trust her, She had been hurt, badly. She decided to try and vent to the boy for a change, but before she could open her mouth, he started to sob. He needed comfort. She was quick to act and she held him for hours until she fell asleep with him, still holding him close. His parents found him being held in the arms of a woman and they threw her out. For the first and last time, Cercie put his hands on her. He grabbed her arm, dragging her towards the door, but she yanked her am away, screaming in fear and confusion. "What is the matter with you all!?" then a loud slap echoed through the castle...he had slapped her. She ran away from the home, and the kingdom, cursing under her breath.

She found herself in a desert, no food, or water in sight and when she turned 15, she died. She woke up in a large room with dirt walls and dirt floors, with four chairs in front of her, but only three men were in them. She was made an offer, by the man in the middle. He had glowing golden eyes, and was wearing all white. "You can, A. join us and sit on that throne right there..or B. You could die where you are." Aziraphale tried to question farther, but she was interrupted by a man who looked like smoke. "A, or B." She thought about it, she didn't want to die. The thought of death made her shiver uncomfortably. She nodded to the three men. "I'll...I'll sit..." And she walked to the last seat, and sits down on it. As soon as she did, the dirt throne became a beautiful vine made throne, with roses and lilys all around it. She gasped and looked towards the first man he spoke to her. He introduced himself as Eigan, with a small lazy smile. The smoke man didn't speak, and the last man that sat directly to her left grumbled his name. Gilgamesh.

The men explained in little detail that they were supposed to sit in this room every so often and have meetings to explain how things are. Their job was to keep the world alive, to help. Aziraphale loved the idea of helping, but explained that no one would speak to her since she was a child...that she would not be able to help anyone, Eigan smiled a lazy smile once more and snapped his fingers, and a man with one golden eye appeared with a sad look on his face, she stood quickly, walking up towards him, she gently put her hand on his cheek and he grabs her wrist harshly. She gasps and suddenly a bright green bracelet wraps around her wrist and this mans, and she felt so sleepy...so tired.