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-->> Roman J. Collins.
-->> Male.
-->> Eighteen.
-->> Angel.
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So far the day has been completely uneventful.
At least that was Roman's case. He had just passed through a small semi-busy town; not finding anything of interest within it. He could feel his wings sway as he walked through a park's forest. A light drizzle was sprinkling down, causing droplets of water to cling to his feathers and hair. However, even if it was only a drizzle, the air was chilly and the sky was dull and gray. Not that it bothered him too much. What's a little chill? Although it was unusal weather for August he had to admit. Roman kicked a small stone away from his path, listening to the small rain specks tap against the lush green leaves over head. The wind was strenghtening and causing the feathers of his folded wings to rustle. Perhaps there is a storm coming. That would be pleasant. His musings were not important at the moment. Only thoughts to keep him busy. Roman wasn't really his name. It was a mere cover up to hide his true identity. Not that it really helps since most of the other creatures can still see his invisable wings. To humans, he looks just like a normal young teenager. Angels can hide and reveal their wings at will if they don't want someone to see them for who they are, but most of the time other "unique" creatures are able to see beyond the glamour anyway. His angelic name was Roland. Only very close friends will ever know this name. Otherwise he is Roman.
