<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/L_Tokyo_by_Sei_ten-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Meto<br/>19 1/2 (human years)<br/>Angel Born (angel born of human parents.)<br/><br/>Meto was born in the americas. And he had decided to leave after his parents mysterious deaths. Though their deaths left him a very wealthy man...he had yet to touch it. He was leaving it where it was. He was holding onto the illusion that his parents weren't dead. That they would come home one day. He knew they wouldn't yet it still felt so surreal. He sighs and gets off the plane. He'd had too many hours to think about a past. A past he wanted to forget. And a past...he was leaving behind. He'd dropped his last name and only kept his first. He walks from the airport. And heads to the very center of town.<br/><br/>He walks into a house. It wasn't big but it had an awesomely big garage. It was perfect for making his bikes. Each and every bike was never the same. Even if they were only slight differences...he never made any bike exactly the same. He unpacks and goes to the garage. Opening it and getting the boxes of parts he sent ahead of time and begins to build his new bike. The bike he'd be riding.