<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Bishounen-2.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Human Alias: Aero<br/>True Name: Arturo<br/>18 (human years)<br/>Angel Of Hope (fallen by choice)<br/><br/>Aero was was walking. He was a mercenary for hire. Which basically meant nine times out of ten he was out of work. Homeless and hungry. Yet the hunger was hardly a problem for him. Being an angel even though he tore his own wings from his back...hunger wasn't really an issue for him. He was physically tired though. And yet he pushed himself to keep moving. He helped street kids out. Used the little money he had between jobs to feed those of the orphanages. True he was now a mercenary...but he was still an angelic being. And did things to counteract the deeds he does.<br/><br/>Though he couldn't remember it...he had a MAJOR secret. He must have made himself forget it. Due to try as he might he could NOT remember what it was. He knew it would reveal itself when the time came. In fact...he'd blocked much of his memories of his past life. So that he wouldn't have to deal with it. Yet the past had a way of making itself known. And he had wavering issues. His hope was...falling. Irony was...when your the angel of hope...you should have a never ending supply of hope.<br/><br/>He almost walked into someone. And then his physically weary body stumbled. He managed to catch his balance once more. He then bumps into the woman who had spotted him. His hair was silky smooth and soft. Yet wild and all over the place in an attractive way. He looks at her. "Your tired miss. You should go home and get some rest." his voice pure, angelic, and drop dead sexy.