Name: Angel Darlandee
Physical Appearance: 5’7”, gorgeous Caucasian female of an athletic, but rather petite build. She has disheveled, wavy hair of blonde color that reach no further than her shoulders, and curl up at the ends. In her bangs, there’s a thick, single streak of hair dyed red, going diagonally. While her eyes are bright golden, the left one is of crimson color - It is just a contact however. Her delicate features make her face look constantly presently surprised, while at rest. She has a barely audible Irish accent.
Apparel-wise, Angel prefers light, short, almost revealing clothes, with a sweater or a hoodie appearing every now and then. Her style is odd and clothes often don’t match each other, and there’s usually plenty of red-colored accents and accessories she has with herself. Also, all her shirts and sweaters are custom cut, with two holes on the back, that can be buttoned up and through which the wings can stick out. There’s a whole bunch of bandaids encircled around her fingers, and she can often be found with parts of her body bandaged.
Backstory: Angel is a rather new addition to the Academy, her stay no longer than about a year and a half. She’s not all that popular, keeping to the sides, and her story isn’t something that is known or goes around. She also doesn’t like sharing it herself. Most of the staff that do know her however, although not openly, dislike her, even though she scores almost perfect grades and caused close to no trouble since her appearance.
Personality: Angel is usually a cute, amiable, energetic and seemingly resolute and careless person. She’s a little odd however, unpredictable. She can react strangely or completely irrational in some scenarios, and her personality undergoes brief shifts every now and then, as if she was suffering from some kind of bipolar disorder. While she’s rather bold, she closes instantly the moment the topic moves on onto her person in more detail. Also, Angel is much smarter than she looks, or to what may point her usual behavior.
Special Abilities:
Wings of Silver: Angel has a pair of large wings on her back, where each feather looks as if it was made out of thin, polished metal. Although very light, feathers prove to possess titanium-like durability and each is razor-sharp on both sides. Wings serve Angel as a weapon and means to protect herself as well as serve their obvious function of flight. Feathers are disposable and can be thrown, or launched like quills, while wings composed of them can prove to be a very dangerous melee weapon, as they’re much stronger than Angel’s other limbs, and have more range. Wings do regenerate over time, the feathers at the end regrowing the fastest. The feathers at the very tip of her wings are also much longer, kind of like a singular blade sticking out.
Momentum Break: Angel is able to completely ignore any kind of acceleration process affecting her body, reaching maximal momentum the very moment she moves, as well as slow down or completely stop that momentum at wish suffering close to no side effects of such actions, except for fastened depletion of her stamina. It allows her to move at incredible speed, perform instant unpredictable maneuvers and deal ‘full swing’ blows even from 1 inch far.
The announcement has caught her during her break. It wasn't anything important she was doing, but it still forced her to stop, and go somewhere. Angel reluctantly got up, grabbing her unfinished bag of sweety goodies, and left her dorm, twice making sure it is locked, before she set off in direction she thought the class was. The girl wasn't in a rush, but she also wasn't slacking, just a regular pace that would allow her to finish her snack on the way. When she finally reached her destination, the doors were still open, and she could hear people talking inside already.
A double knock could be heard, and in leaned a girl with blonde-red hair, and eyes of different color. She was wearing a white, tight sporty hoodie zipped all the way up, with a black zipper and red pockets. She also had jeans shorts, and simple black sneakers with mismatched socks of different length, one being red, and the other black. The palm of her right arm was bandaged, similarly as her left calf. What caught most attention however, were a pair of long, silver objects of odd shape, going down from her back almost all the way to the ground. The girl had a slightly surprised look on her face, and a red twizzler sticking out of her mouth. "Tis a class A meetin?" Angel asked, first taking the candy out of her mouth.
