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[center][h1][color=0076a3]Kieran[/color][/h1][/center]

Kieran landed in front of the entrance to the compound with a soft [i]thud[/i]. He felt his muscles in his back, and with little more than a nudge with his mind his large, onyx, feathered wings folded and pressed against his back. Then, with another mental twitch, his wings seemed to almost dissapear blending in to the light. Kieran brushed himself off and examined what he was wearing. He was wearing a long sleeve black jacket, slightly baggy, with a tight white shirt and black jeans. He looked at his hands, with his black fingerless gloves on, and flexed his fingers. Kieran looked up and looked at the entrance. This was going to be his new home. He didnt have much of a choice, but it was either this or continued being hunted. But he supposed this wasnt all that bad. As far as he knew he would still be able to do good deeds and he would be protected here from those who would try to harm a nephilim such as himself for no reason than for the fact he is a nephilim. Kieran took a deep breath then walked forward, past the door and inside the building.

Kieran walked past the two guards inside the building, and tried to ignore the looks that were being shot at in his direction by the guards. In all his years he could still not figure out how people would just......feel what he was. An abomination, a cross species freak, a human/angel hybrid. He didnt know why people hated him so, and while he did care somewhat, he knew it couldnt bring him down unless he let it. Kieran then pressed on, ignoring the guards, and examined his surroundings as he walked towards the front desk. The walls were finely made, and pictures hung from them. No one he recognized, but when he reached a certain photo he stopped. It was a picture of a male and female, holding each other and smiling, looking happier than he had ever seen anyone who looked happy. The man was tall, short haired, and was wearing a bright red jacket. He didnt look super impressive, but he guessed that the innocent look wasnt his fault. In his arms was a beautiful women, who he recognized. She was a goddess, and Kieran was shocked to see someone of her status in the arms of what seemed to be a mortal. But she looked happy, as he previously thought, and that was enough to make Kieran smile. He was glad two people could care for each other like the seemed to care.

Kieran continued forward, stopping at the front desk. He stood next to a blonde women, who Kieran had to force himself not do a double take at. It was something about her, something not natural. But in a good way. Something that made her.......more desirable. Kieran breathed in deeply and mentally shook his head. His angelic subconscious would not let himself fall under any supernatural charms, not if he didnt let it. Kieran then nodded politely at the women, and smiled. Then looked at the receptionist. 

"[color=0076a3]Hello my name is Kieran. I am here to...check myself in I suppose?[/color]"

The receptionist introduced herself and handed him his an ID and room key.

"[color=0076a3]Thank you.[/color]" Kieran looked at the blonde women. "[color=0076a3]Have a wonderful day.[/color]"

Kieran then began walking away, in the direction of his new room.

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