Name: Saun
Species: Exiled Angel
Gender: Male
Height: 6’5
Hair Color: Black with large pink splotch dyed on the top layer
Eye Color: Dull grey
Saun is an Exiled Angel who had the misfortune to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.
~ ~ History ~ ~
Saun was a young angel in heaven, happily minding his own business. He was born with four wings, two of the traditionally large ones where they should be located, and then two much smaller and lower ones a couple inches down.
Life was somewhat monotonous, but there were always new souls to meet and things to chat about with his friends. He even had a girlfriend as well, who he had fun meeting with whenever she was free from her work as a shoulder angel.
Then he was suddenly imprisoned for a crime he did not commit. Saun was convicted without a trial, and sent into one of the deepest prisons and chained to a wall. Under the belief that there were co-conspirators, Saun was tortured in ways that humans would not believe angels possible of.
After what seemed like an eternity for him, they finally decided to execute him. His one saving grace was the fact that such crimes earned a one-on-one execution. The person who was going to execute him was a friend, Xepharus, and instead of killing Saun helped him make his escape.
Saun fell out of Heaven and into Felarya. Xepharus, for his act, lost his wings and became a Fallen Angel.
Despair filled the Angel as he stumbled around in Felarya, with his tattered wings and broken body. Whenever he talked, black fluid would pour out of his mouth, frightening away anyone who would help him. Despair slowly turned into anger. Why did this happen to him? What did he do to deserve it? Who really committed the crime that caused all of this?
When he thought these answers would never be answered, a neko and a wolf approached him.
~Physical Appearance~
Saun has short black hair with a pink splotch on it’s top layer. He has a generally sleepy appearance to himself and uninteresting grey eyes. For some reason he wears a hooded sweater, cargo pants and floats around, due to the fact his feet were slowly sawed off during his ‘interrogations’. His wings used to be a clear and cotton colored white, but now they’re torn up and a weird rusted sort of color thanks to the blood that’s soaked into it, the wings also have a few bones spiking out. The flesh on his hands has been devoured by Heaven’s hounds, leaving only scraps of muscle clinging pathetically to the skeletal fingers, and yet he can still move these as much as any other person can move their hand. He hasn’t shown anyone what he looks like underneath his clothes, thankfully. He also has a set of head phones hidden in his pockets which never seem to take any damage and play music whenever he puts them on. Apparently it’s a device made in heaven.
~Personality~
“Drowning in misery gets nothing done, damn, I whined like a little girl.”
Saun is blunt and to the point, but in a manner that makes him humorous and fun to hang around. Violence is not his forte, but he is a bitter person and will exact revenge upon those who have wronged him. Shortly after coming to Felarya, Saun was a depressive and angsty little thing who would cry and run to a corner often, after meeting his new traveling companions though, he quickly picked up his balls and reattached them.
~Abilities~
Saun has minor levitation spells, but is more proficient with wind and a healer by nature. He is rather proficient with throwing knives, using his spells to guide them.
Subject: Saun 
Fri Jul 31, 2009 1:48 pm
