A Jet black hair looked dark purple with white streaks in them hair guy, his one<br/>finger less glove fingers over layered one another and his arms out in a stretch in the air and cracking his fingers at the same time as he walking down the street. His eyes pale green that they almost looked yellow as the moon scan the street. Wearing his black dress pants, white tank and a unbotton red shirt, he had what looked like a tattoo on his right side that went from the top of his forhead to his chin. He had a neckless cross wrapped around his right wrist that he always kept on him. His name was Dark Nova bit everyone called him Dark and he was a reaper a soul collector. He saw a lady in the middle of the road laying there he blink "What the?" he said to himself he saw a semi truck "Tet it be Dark it is her fate and her time just sit and watch and collect her soul to be judge." he said to himself but as the truck got closer he found himself moving forward and picking her up. Knowing he wouldn't make it out in time he flashed his black silk raven wings flapping them to push them back he got hit he wrapped his wings around her holding close to him as he bang and scrapped against the pavement. They finally stopped and his wing had burst disappearing from sight even though most humans couldnt see them. He got up took the cross bottom and cut into the air opening a ripe in time and step through with her on his popped out of socket shoulder. He now at his human apartment and he walked into the room and layed her on the bed took off her now soak in blood once white red and attended to her wound healing anything that life threatening and finish the rest by hand. He looked at "So stupid, You made a idiotic move Dark." he scowled at himself He knew he power has weaking because he had broken on of his wings, but he didn't feel the injury that his body took. Three broken ribs, bloody scraped back, fracture skull, broken arms and out of socket shoulder joints. that should be him he should be moving at all he should have been dead in all reality. However it hard to kill someone that already dead. He passed out next to the bed his body wound scraps and bruise from what she would able to see, the first aide kit still in his hands.