ALEXANDER

Angels are all around, certainly (by this, I'm referring to the spiritual beings). They exist. The Bible says so. I remember - some years back - reading somewhere in a book about the spiritual realms written by Mary K. Baxter. It states that every single person has an assigned spiritual being who watches out specifically for us. In the spiritual realm, the devil tags one of his evil spirits to a specific person - whose main aim is to specially entice the individual to make the wrong choices, dog his/her steps, and to cause destruction to the individual's life. Likewise, God also assigns to each individual a spiritual guardian angel. Ever heard of the term "devil's advocate"? Does the cartoon portrayal of a small impish devil with forked tail and a winged angel with halo whizzing around the shoulders of a confused person sound familiar?

Fion has always liked the sun. She envisions her guardian angel to be a surfer boy; coupled with a surf board.



Me?

He is tall, lean, well-built, and strong; with flyaway, wind-blown, straight hair. Never mind about the colour - blonde, copper, pepper, auburn, brown, black; it doesn't matter. His razor-sharp gaze is stylishly and partially covered by a curtain of long tresses which would put Zac Efron to shame. High-bridged nose. Thin lips. Well-chiseled jaw. Prominent collarbones. His shoulder is broad and sturdy. His posture is ramrod straight; supported by a pair of long, powerful legs. Both his hands are big and rough, lightly lined with visible veins. His biceps and triceps are well-defined and toned; but not too overly so. His abdomen? A modest rippling washboard.

He dons an impressive but yet simple black tuxedo; complemented with a big black buckled belt and shiny, polished, black leather shoes. No ties or bowties. The first few buttons of the inner shirt are always deliberately left undone. He has this rugged, careless charm surrounding him. His voice, well, I don't know for sure; for he is a real man of deep thoughts but few words. A quiet, imposing charisma that deeply intrigues he possesses. Tied to his back is a big, heavy sword which is comparable to Cloud's in Final Fantasy. He has quite a demeanor to reckon with; reserved but mysterious, soft but imposing, gentle but strong. When the devil and his charges come attacking, he fights them off valiantly. Gallantly. Fearlessly. Fiercely.

I've always nicknamed him the "Tuxedo Knight". Today, however, I just thought of the name "Alexander". It just looks and sounds awe-inspiring. Powerful. Mighty. Heroic. *swoons!*



Someone poke my bubble fantasy and pull me back to Earth, please?