ASBEL :: UNBELIEVABLE WINGED HEALING SERUM

name :: Asbel

player :: Haru [[ etude on dstring ]]

position :: THE UNBELIEVABLE SERAPH BOY
COMPLETE WITH RESTORATIVE AND HEALING ABILITIES!

group :: Asile

Appearance.

There are all manner of things in the world that continue to exist despite humankind's insistence that they do not. Whether they were abnormalities bred from the poisoning of the earth or oddities born from the fancies of meddling scientists, or something truly wondrous and supernatural, this much is known: the winged folk existed.

Asbel looks much like they always did. His skin seems to glow, his hair, upon close inspection, is feathery. His wings are not big enough to support his weight, though it is rumored some winged folk had enough wingspan to glide comfortably like hawks. His feathers are dark like his hair, the long primary feathers glossy obsidian, the shorter, softer feathers a charcoal color. Even if he had wingspan he would not be able to fly, as he is quite prone to picking and tugging at the feathers, a signal of the caged nervousness his smile attempts to hide.

He is young, or at least he looks young.

He has a very deep scar on one wrist.

Background.

Asbel has always been wide-eyed, innocent, walking barefoot.

This is how he appeared to the people at the foot of the village, on the day after terrible hurricane. No longer did the villagers tease children who claimed to see the winged creatures high at the top of the mountain.

There was no sign of settlement there, and Asbel provided no answer as to where he had come from. When asked if there were others like him, he nodded yes. When asked where they were, he pointed upwards.

Many believed the boy to be a blessing, and did their best to curry his favor. They prostrated themselves, begging for some imagined reward. And he did reward them, by healing the sick.

It didn't take long for one villager to realize his potential. Asbel's blood had restorative qualities. The boy was both a spectacle and a miracle cure. The town became famous for their real, living angel. Famous enough to draw attention of a much more established freak show.

Asbel was being kept in a cage in filthy conditions, hungry and anemic and alone. The greedy villager opened and reopened a wound in his wrist, bleeding the forlorn creature into a tin cup to mix with water and herbs for a 'magic elixir.' After the harrowing task he was usually asked to perform for the crowd, spread his wings and tell stories. He did it all while smiling, clearly on the verge of collapse.

Ban-Bao offered him a better deal. At first the angel-boy did not seem to understand the concept of work, that he was being cheated out of money he was earning, or that he was being mistreated. It was the promise of meeting other strange people that convinced Asbel to join. He yearned to meet some one different like him.

The rest came fairly easily.

Activities.