Multiversal Intelligence Agency
Profile A-0: Zen Amare Gobel
File #A-000: Recruitment, part 1
The rain splashed upon the windows of the wooden room as the young 15-year old rose from his bed. His blue eyes opened slightly as glanced towards the blue clock, which now read 9:00 A.M. He slowly climbed out of the sheets, placing his feet on the floor, stretching his tannish-brown-skinned body. He brushed his soft, shoulder-length black hair. Grabbing the black and white band from this dresser, he slowly tied the knots which formed the ponytail-like bangs at the sides of his head with their respective colors which he alternated daily.
"First day of summer…," the young man yawned in lethargy, rising to his feet.
Slowly making his way to the steps, he spotted a small red figure in the corner of his lawn. As he turned to the window, the figure quickly vanished.
Shaking his head, the young man thought to himself, 'I really have to stop playing so many video games… and watching anime… and reading a ton of fanfics…'
Once he had descended the staircase, the young man glanced around. His mother was nowhere in sight. His father was obviously still in his bedroom, but his mother was usually alert and awake.
"Mom…?
No answer.
"Mom…?"
No answer.
He began to search.
Nothing.
He began to worry.
The search led to the closed door of the bathroom.
A sigh of relief escaped the young man's lips, "At least I know she's here and not…" His sentence was cut short as the door shook, grunts and impish laughter emitting from the inside.
He began to shake.
"M-mom…?"
The door began to shake more.
A crack formed in the door, revealing a club.
With a shriek, the young man dashed towards his father's bedroom, slamming against the door. In turn, the door opened, revealing the worried yet fierce glare of his muscular German father's deep blue eyes. His mid-back-length yellow hair swayed back as brandished the machete in his hand. Despite being in his orange sleeping shorts, he was still an imposing figure.
His eyes narrowing as the footsteps approached, he pushed the young man behind him with a stern, "Stay back, Zen." The boy nodded, stepping back to his room as the figure approached them… only to cleft in two by golden blade.
"Zen Amare Gobel, I presume?"
The father and son stood in shock as the golden-armored angelic figure approached them.
With a stutter, the young man now known as Zen slowly whispered, "What… who are you?"
"Tamotsuiel of Celestia, at your service."