<span style="font-style: italic">My fallen was the angel of mercy. Well one day he finds out that the people in heaven aren't as holy as they are supposed to be. He sees them being as evil as the denizens of hell. Disgusted with these supposed protectors he rips the wings from his back and thrusts himself into fallen status and throws himself down to earth. As he wasn't made a fallen except by himself he maintains some powers like quick healing. He becomes a mercenary for hire.</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Decorated%20images/Christmas_sale_now_by_heise-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Aren Usoyo<br/>Alias:Aeros<br/>Age: Unknown<br/>Past Occupation: Angel of Mercy<br/>Current Occupation: Mercenary for Hire/Healer/Spirit Summoner<br/><br/>Aeros was out in a plain that was rarely visited. Rarely frequented by mortal and spiritual beings alike. And that was the way he liked it. He had changed his hair style. Changed the way he dressed. He even went as far as to go as far from society as possible. He 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. He wasn't stupid. Nor was he paranoid.<br/><br/>He just wanted to live a life of his 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.