::He was a stranger in a strange town. He had never been here before, and was starting to wonder if coming here was as good a plan as he thought it would be. Nevertheless, he was here, he told himself, and he might as well enjoy it. He was certainly something to look at, this stranger. He stood 5'8" and wore beautiful robes of stained crimson under a surrobe of tarnished gold. Bedecked with a gold circlet bearing the alchemical symbol for Sol, a silver necklace with a Luna pendant and bronze wrist cuffs, he looked like an angel, for that he was. His huge black wings told his sad story. He was one of the Fallen.::
~~*@Adam Azrael@*~~