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8 yrs ago
Well well, time to give this another shot.

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Looking forward to how mister priest guy will react to seeing a dude with actual angel wings.
@Hillan
Hillan, no! I will not let you force me to exercise.
@Buddha

Him and my guy can be useless together XD Man, the rest of the crew will love us :D
@Buddha
"the most stupid crew in all of the seas"

I mean... I know I should be hurt by this, but it's true.
This was not the kind of hotel where you found tiny chocolates on your pillow. No, this was more the kind of hotel where you found a giant cockroach under your pillow. It was a moldy, bug infested, dirty and dusty mess. The door made a shrieking sound that pierced your soul as you opened and closed them. The windows were bolted down, and there was no way to open them. The place looked and smelled like something that was ripped right our from a horror movie, and it was perfect. Nobody would be looking for him here, and even tho it was creepy beyond words Albert felt safe there.

"Not my fault, it wasn't my fault," Albert repeated to himself as he buried his head in his hands and lap. His fingers started intertwining with his hair, and he pulled roughly. It hurt like hell, but at least it gave him a moment of relief from what was going on in his head. The week since the car crash had been a waking nightmare. His friend had been smashed against the rocks to the point of where he could hardly be recognized, and here Albert was, sitting in a hotel room without as much as a scratch. It wasn't fair. It wasn't how things were supposed to go. "I didn't kill him," He groaned, getting up from the bed and starting to pace around the room. His head was pounding, and his throat felt as if on fire. "I didn't kill him!" He yelled louder, punching so hard that he could hear the wall crack.

Albert was slowly falling deeper and deeper into insanity, and the voices in his head just made things worse. Ever since he woke up after the accident the voices had been telling him to get revenge, they had been telling him to find the man that had caused the accident, to find the mn that had killed his friend. "We got to find him... I must find him"

Name:

Albert Mars

Age:

22

Power:

Angelic wings, these wings allow flight for a short time and the feathers can also be used as weapons. The feathers are extremely dense and will withstand almost any attack.

Bio:

Albert has, for the most part, lived a very ordinary and straightforward life, but that has quickly changed. One night he was out driving around town with his friend, but their drive came to an abrupt end as the care in front of them sent a shard of god knows what straight through their window, hitting Albert and making him loose focus. Their care soon found itself embedded in a cliffside, but to everyone's surprise, Albert survived and had just minor injuries, his friend, however, wasn't that lucky and was pronounced dead as soon as ambulance drivers found them.

The doctors kept Albert under close supervision for almost a week, as they were sure that nobody could escape such a crash with just a few bruises, but eventually they got an answer. During the week in the hospital, black markings started showing up all over Alberts back. The markings looked like some sort of tattoo, but one during one of the doctors many, many tests, Albert for some reason felt panicked and a pair of huge white wings sprouted from his back. The doctors were frightened and tried keeping Albert locked down until they could figure out just wat the hell was going on, but Albert knew that if he stayed he would become some sort of lab rat, so he took his new wings and flew away.

He currently resides in a run down hotel.
@Arakadin in order for his feathers to be like weapons they would have to be sharp like razors right?


they are kinda like throwing knives, so yeah. They are really sharp once thrown.

Name:

Albert Mars

Age:

22

Power:

Angelic wings, these wings allow flight for a short time and the feathers can also be used as weapons. The feathers are extremely dense and will withstand almost any attack.

Bio:

Albert has, for the most part, lived a very ordinary and straightforward life, but that has quickly changed. One night he was out driving around town with his friend, but their drive came to an abrupt end as the care in front of them sent a shard of god knows what straight through their window, hitting Albert and making him loose focus. Their care soon found itself embedded in a cliffside, but to everyone's surprise, Albert survived and had just minor injuries, his friend, however, wasn't that lucky and was pronounced dead as soon as ambulance drivers found them.

The doctors kept Albert under close supervision for almost a week, as they were sure that nobody could escape such a crash with just a few bruises, but eventually they got an answer. During the week in the hospital, black markings started showing up all over Alberts back. The markings looked like some sort of tattoo, but one during one of the doctors many, many tests, Albert for some reason felt panicked and a pair of huge white wings sprouted from his back. The doctors were frightened and tried keeping Albert locked down until they could figure out just wat the hell was going on, but Albert knew that if he stayed he would become some sort of lab rat, so he took his new wings and flew away.

He currently resides in a run down hotel.
Hey, so is this place full or is there any hope for me ?
Get me to drum and that tree will die of alcohol poisoning.
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