Name: Vahn Excinctus
Race/Species: Fallen Angel
Age: 32
Appearance:
Position in The Society: follower who wanders around, aiming to eventually Lead.
Bio: Pit fights are his bloodline. Fighting since he was 15, Vahn was, admittedly, pretty bad at first. Every fight in the ring went as everyone expected. The scrawny angel is just gonna get his ass kicked. But he never let that tear him down. Throughout the day he would train in gyms, professional human fighting classes, and more. He even picked up dancing and began throwing it into his fighting style. After all, pit fights were a show.
At night, he'd find the most populated society bar, tavern or inn with sanctioned pitfights underneath and throw himself into the ring with reckless disabandonment. He loved it. Every second. Eventually, he got good. Expected wipeouts turned into last minute show stoppers, unexpected turnarounds, or ruthless single shot K.O.s. What started as a hobby turned into a passion. Fights became his life. Day, and night.
The humans know him as the underdog rookie. In the human society, he fights in M.M.A. rings. Though still small time, he's quickly making his way up in the ranks. Amongst the creatures, he's the rising underground champion in the pit. With his razor edged wings and punches compared to that of warhammers, it was easy to see why. After over 100 straight losses in a row, one victory was all it took for him to gather what he needed. Eventually, he would go to rack up over 200 wins in a row before losing again.
Nothing major in his past ever made him hate humans, per say. His father loathed them, and made it his life goal to hunt down some of the more foul humans who walk the earth. His mother kept to herself, and died when Vahn was young. After a particularly strong human overpowered and killed Vahn's father, he picked up the reigns of fighting so he could one day locate, face, and hopefully kill the human who killed his father. His skills are on par with his father's at this point. But he still has a long way to go before he gets there.
Personality: Brazen, cocky, and full of himself in a fight. But he has the skills to back up his ego, and the charm to lighten the mood. He loves to make people laugh and feel good. But, challenging his skill in the ring, and you have a problem on your hands. He will always take the challenge for a fight. Even if it could kill him. In fact, some say that excites him more.
Abilities: very minor wind manipulation to aid in flying and combat, Intense hand to hand combat skill, and razor edged wings.
Other information we should know: His wings have a strip of white adorning the tops of his wings, stretching down to the tips of his three pilot feathers. He has gauntlet tattoos on his forearms, with "LOVE" and "PAIN" on his left and right knuckles respectively. Adorning the tops of his shoulders is "Momento Mori" with the "T" swapped out for an hourglass with sand pouring over a skull.
His fallen angel curse makes his bones hollow and full of smallish supports, akin to real bird bones. Although this makes for great lightweight flight, it makes him more susceptible to bludgeoning damage such as broken bones.
