Fayth. That was the name of the girl Rafe was to be the guardian of, and who he was on his way to help right now. At the current moment the girl was ten and Rafe was going to be her guardian angel, protecting her from all and anything that would do her harm. Currently what was doing her harm was her own father. The thought that one of the two people who gave her life could cause such pain to her infuriated Rafe. He could never understand how some humans thought about such actions and even worse performed them.<br/><br/>Once arriving at the Fayth's house Rafe busted through the door rushing to where he knew Fayth was, and as unfortunate luck would have it her father was there trying to rape her. Angry Rafe dashed over gripping the man by his shirt collar and tossing him a few feet away from her. He then stood at his full height of 6'4'' between the man and his daughter. While his frame was thin it was also pure muscle as was natural to guardian angels due to strength being important in protecting their ward. Rafe's knee-length jet black hair hung freely between his large wings that were at the moment folded. While most thought angels had white wings, that was untrue. Their wings varied from whites, greys, and blacks. Rafe's wings were black as night much like his hair. He wore a long sleeved white button up shirt over his torso while his lower body was covered by black pants and black boots. He turned his emerald eyes onto Fayth looking over her and examining her injuries. "Are you okay?" he asked her.