[h2]Uzza[/h2]
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Name:Uzza (Strength) 
Apparent Age:21
Race:Fallen
Appearance:[url=http://img09.deviantart.net/da9c/i/2011/328/3/b/sora_by_omupied-d4h5fbp.jpg]Click me[/url] (His hair is now black)
Wings:Large black swan like wings each black feather is tipped in a light grey color

Viture:charity

Sin:wrath 

Possessions:black shirts black pants (ranging from jeans to leather) black gloves (cloth and leather) steal toed combat boots, two ornate one handed scythes each with a wicked sharpened blade the metal having been made black the handles wrapped in leather to hold easily the blades themselves have rose etchings on them,throwing knives (kept at all times), long black and silver cloak with hood, a wallet with cash (the rest of his cash is hidden in his place somewhere)

Residence: a small one bedroom apartment with minimal furniture. His only ornate pieces being large hope chests for his weapons cloak and leather clothing. 

Skills: Throwing knives, duel wielding, black smithing, sewing, first aid, pick pocket, tracking

Fallen Powers: Flight,Shape Shift (Snake-Black Mamba),Inhuman Strength, Inhuman Speed, teleportation 

Demeanour:regretful, however now mostly quiet very few words from this one

History: A depressing history. His last assignment was a woman he was hopeful for. She had become sinful due to her past and as he worked at making her better he ended falling for her. She eventually changed becoming a woman who no longer sinned but instead would help those less fortunate. He continued working with her until one unfortunate night. Walking together through an area that was usually safe even at night she was murdered. Seeing this and not being able to react fast enough he felt his heart shatter then he felt a rage like no other erupt from him. He felt wrath taking him as he killed those who killed her. Somehow this wasn't enough for him he murdered the entire village including those who were innocent. Deeming him the nickname "angel of death".However he took the name of strength. Since then he feels regret wishing that he hadn't murdered the innocents, but he knows he can't take it back and that that piece of his history will always be a part of him. He finds that he isn't quite the same either, he no longer tries to help and if enough of his buttons are pushed he feels that wrath bubble back up causing him to react violently. If one gets on his good side or manages to befriend him he will protect them and/or help them. If he owes a favor he executes it efficiently and violently if necessary finding that he hates owing favors. 
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