[This roleplay is rated mature for reasons that may include but are not limited to: strong language, suggestive themes, violence, and mild romance. Reader discretion is advised.]
Sometimes, being an angel was one of the best things in the world. The wings and halo would always look prestigious, no matter the occasion, and having the ability to fly was second to none. Helping people out wasn't so bad either, especially not when Adainmelhye, the Almighty Himself, took note. Heaven was as beautiful as it was rumored, with its cloudy pillars and golden walls, and the great Yggdrasil tree in the center of it all.
Then again, being an angel became incredibly boring incredibly quickly. Each angel went through intense schooling at the academy. It was where angels learned all they needed to know about the world below. There was an immense library of knowledge at the academy, and most angels graduated only after long years of study. Some angels were known to graduate in only a century, others took as long as one hundred and eighty years. Each angel was different, but none had been as bad as Ptarsameal.
He had been labeled a problem angel early on. In his academy days, he had found more joy in rebelling than truly paying attention, and his marks suffered for it. He'd been in school for two whole centuries. "Some angels just take time," Adainmelhye had insisted. "He's a lost cause," most of his peers remarked. Either way, Ptarsameal wasn't too thrilled about his extended semesters, and he certainly wasn't excited to be spending more time with Ursupala.
The head of the academy was just as scary and bear-like as her name suggested. She had been the best teacher Heaven had ever seen, though it had only seen one. Ursupala was revered by most, but she and Ptarsameal had never seen eye-to-eye. The elder angel was strict, and she hated the rebellious angel's antics. She must have cheered when he was finally released from the academy, though Ptarsameal would never be able to forget the look of disappointment in her eyes.
Looking back, it was no wonder he had been thrown out of Heaven. He had never succeeded there, and he was a fool to think he ever would. But then, what was wrong with him? What had set him apart from everyone else? It remained a mystery even now.
Ptarsameal looked around at his unfamiliar surroundings. He had been thrown out of Heaven hours ago, and still had not strayed far from where he'd fallen. He still couldn't believe it. He was the first angel to fall from grace since the devil himself. Murder, after all, was one of the hardest sins to forgive.
He was on earth now, a place he had been to plenty of times. Down here, he went by Sam, and some of the children knew him well. When he had been to earth for his guardian angel duties, he'd instead taken to playing with the kids. His wings and halo had been hidden, then, but now he hardly needed Adainmelhye's magic. Now, he had no wings or halo to speak of, and the thought was heartbreaking.
But it wouldn't be this way forever. He would earn his wings back, and he would make his way back to Heaven. He'd show them all just what he was capable of, and he had a plan. This time, Ptarsameal did not intend to fail.