My fallen was the angel of mercy. Well one day she finds out that the people in heaven aren't as holy as they are supposed to be. She sees them being as evil as the denizens of hell. Disgusted with these supposed protectors she rips the wings from her back and thrusts herself into fallen status and throws herself down to earth. As she wasn't made a fallen except by herself she maintains some angel powers like quick healing. She becomes a mercenary for hire.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Decorated%20images/20100623_fan_expo_help_by_feimo-600x848.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Arena Usoyo<br/>Alias:Aeria<br/>Age: Unknown<br/>Past Occupation: Angel of Mercy<br/>Current Occupation: Mercenary for Hire/Healer/Spirit Summoner<br/><br/>Aeria was out in a plain that was rarely visited. Rarely frequented by mortal and spiritual beings alike. And that was the way she liked it. She had changed her hair style. Changed the way she dressed. She even went as far as to go as far from society as possible. She was in one of those nearly impossible places to find. The kind of place that is in such plain view it was extremely easy to miss it. She wasn't stupid. Nor was she paranoid.<br/><br/>She just wanted to live a life of her own. It was hard starting over when your entire life's work and beliefs were rudely shattered and annihilated in front of your own eyes. There was people who lost faith. And then their was people who saw faith for what it truly was...lies.