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For So excited for this group *u*

EDIT: Got in!! I'm open for RP, if you don't mind how quiet Atlas can be *cough*

Squad members:
Intelligence: A808 Codex
Paladin: D269 Eros
Scout: D711 Atlas
Medic: A104 Joo

Beware the wall of text that comes after this line *cough*

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D711 - Atlas

“… ...do you want one?" *offers a potato chip*

Name: Avery Lewis
CodeName: Atlas
Code #: D711

Age: Appears 18 but is 29
Hair Colour: Black (slightly brown)
Eye Colour: Light blue
Height: 177cm
Weight: 62kg
Persona: Azure -> Wing reference: [link]

Category: Demon
Character Class: Scout

Ability:
The ability to phase through solid objects for a short while, this phasing includes what he's currently touching too, his clothes and maybe Tiger if he's sitting on his shoulder.
Limitations of his abilities:
– He can't hide inside the wall as he has to pass through or take himself out of the object within 5 seconds, or the matter will reject him, blasting him away in the direction he tries to enter it. If he leaves an item inside the matter, it will be rejected too, and will be shot out the direction in which it is inserted with great force within 5 seconds as well.
- He can't phase another human through with him as he has a limit of 20kg of matter (that's not part of his body.)
- He needs to focus on the position (by sight or by touch/feel) of the object, so stationary objects such as walls, floors and ceilings would be easier for him to phase through.
- The material of the object does not matter.

Strengths:
Agile - He's able to move silently and quickly. He also has good reflexes.
High stamina - He can run for long periods of time before feeling tired.
Doesn't panic easily - He judges the situation well before deciding his action instead of panicking when there's danger.
Acute sense of direction - Based on instincts and memory. If it's just based on instincts, he'll only be able to point its direction. (i.e. The toilet is North, but he won't be able to tell how many meters north) he has a knack for committing maps to memory, and often reads them as a hobby.

Faults/Weaknesses:
Weak defenses - He can't take much of a pounding. Although he won't react much to pain emotionally, he would pass out after one too many blows to his physical frame. Cuts don’t affect him as much.
Easily swayed - It's easy to persuade Atlas to change his point of view, unless he already has his mind set on the issue as he's the type not to question another person's viewpoint or judgement. Some may even consider his as pretty gullible.
Meek - He would rarely face his opinions to others, even if he does disagree with something. He won't fight back if bullied or insulted; he will fight back if you bully his pet though. Also, he would comply to the demands of others without much, if any objection.
Anthropophobic - He has a mild fear of being with other people. He feels awkward and uncomfortable in situations where there are too many unfamiliar faces and would escape the scene as soon as he gets the chance to. He'd rather be alone with Tiger (his pet chameleon) who seems to understand him best.

Primary Weapon: Survival knife (9 inches austenitic stainless steel blade, 5 inches long handle (made from same material as the blade)) [sheath for the knife is hooked and strapped on the left side of his belt]
Secondary Weapon: 3 Throwing knives, one small handgun, 3 miniature explosives. [All kept in the pouch on his belt]

Personality:
Quiet – Atlas likes keeping to himself. He won’t talk much unless necessary and dislikes being forced to speak if he does not have to. He tends to express himself with gestures or short sentences. He does this because he does not want to get too attached to a person for fear that they might reject him the way his father did. Besides this, he is also quick and silent when moving about, you won't even know he's there watching a movie with you in the room, unless he starts crunching on chips.
Curious – It is easy to pique his interest, especially if it’s the first time he’s seen or heard of the fact, but he tries not to poke his nose into people's business. Or at least, he would pretend he’s not interested even if he might peek or listen in on the conversation regarding the topic.
Well-mannered – Maybe it’s due to his quiet nature, but he tries not to be rude to people, especially others like him. He’s the type to hold the door open for others, even if it means he needs to stand there for quite awhile.
Sadistic – His sadistic nature appears when it comes to humans (especially humans that deserve it), he would kill them slowly should the time permit. He does not show this part of him towards other fallen angels.

History:
When Avery was born, his mother passed away during childbirth. This left his father feeling rather empty and upset that his beloved wife was gone, leaving him with this small, black haired boy that quite resembled his wife. Unable to bring himself to abandon the child that his first wife left behind, he quickly remarried to fill in the gap in his heart. However, he still considers Avery as the unlucky child, although he has never voiced this matter before.

Avery’s new step mom was a kind a loving lady. However, she has a heart condition. She always insists that it wasn’t anything serious, and Avery has been warned by his father all the time that he should not under any circumstances scare her. Avery understood this. He would never scare his step mom, who he called “Mom” as he never did get the chance to meet his real mother. He loved her as much as she loved him. With this family setting, Avery grew up showered with love from both his parents (His father eventually opened up again and has learnt to care for this little boy) and also his grandmother who he called “Nanna”.

His grandmother, a kindly old lady was very elderly. She simply adored her little grandson, as he was a bright eyed and cheerful little boy. She lives on her own in the countryside after her husband passed away, not wanting to bother her son (Avery’s father). She constantly looks forward to the visits from Avery and his family which happens once or twice every month. During those times, she would shower him with home made goods, candies and occasionally, a new toy. Avery himself loved his Nanna. Eventhough he already had a loving mother and a really cool dad, it’s was nice to know that someone else loved him as well.

Avery was a good and obedient kid. He would never go against his parents’ wishes. Why should he? They loved him so much. He was sociable and had a lot of friends at school, being eager to help them out in times of need. He was also in favour with his teachers as he studied hard, mostly to please his parents. They seemed so happy when he brought back good grades to them.

On Avery’s 10th birthday during the school break, his parents decided to throw him a small birthday party, with just the 3 of them. After hiding his wings for years, he thought it would be fun to let his parents in on his little secret. So he revealed the grey wings to them after they had cake. Instead of being happy or delighted as he imagined, his parents' could not believe that their son wasn't human. His step mother, who had a weak heart, fainted upon seeing that, and his Dad fell into panic. He hissed at Avery, as if saying “Demon child, keep away.” before rushing his wife to the hospital. Unfortunately, Avery’s step mother did not survive the heart attack. The funeral was held three days later.

Avery was really shocked by this incident, his father, kept the incident which caused his wife’s death from the other relatives besides his own mother and banned Avery from ever showing his wings to anyone. Atlas obeyed, too upset that he killed his stepmom to go against his father’s wishes. He was sent away to live with his Nanna in order for his father to have time to himself to “mourn” the loss of his second wife. He wanted to get away from his dad anyway, he seemed strange after that night, and he hoped his father would get better soon. In reality however, Avery’s dad blames him for his wife’s death, and eventually convinced himself that this child was actually a demon, sent from hell to ruin his life. These thoughts eventually drove him to the edge of insanity.

Avery lived with his grandmother and thoroughly enjoyed his time there. His grandma, being understanding, told him not to blame himself for his mother’s death, and helped to distract him from the horrifying incident. Sadly, his Nanna sprained her back by the end of his month long stay and he had to return to his father’s care.

School began around that time, Avery, having returned home, felt that his father had became somewhat cold and distant towards him. They rarely ate together anymore. And this occasion would only come once or twice a week. Mostly, Avery would find cold food on the table. At least his dad still cared enough to feed him. The little boy tried to cheer up, looking to the positive side. He even began walking to school instead of being driven there as usual. It was within walking distance, so he didn’t mind. However, weeks passed, and Avery developed a curiosity of wanting to know if his father had bad thoughts about his wings. He decided he would confront his father about it the next time they had a meal together. He got the chance that night.

The dinner that night, was taken in silence as usual. The cold, chilly atmosphere that his father’s presence gave the room, almost intimidated Avery into not bringing his wings up. However, he decided to gather his courage and try to convince his father that his grey wings weren’t a bad thing. He revealed them, shortly after he finished his meal. “Daddy, I wanted to---“before he could finish that sentence, his father snapped, having hated those wings since he first saw them. Avery felt a strong hand at his throat as he was picked up by his father, before being thrown on the ground. He didn’t understand this sudden act of violence. He lay sprawled on the floor, looking up at his father. Never before did he see such anger in the man’s eyes. “D-dad?” he asked, feeling scared now. The man approached and stomped down hard on Avery’ grey wings, rubbing them into the ground. Avery cried out in pain. “Dad, stop! Please! It-it hurts!! Dad!!” Tears started streaming down his face, it hurt. It hurt so badly. He kept his wings as soon as his father lifted his foot. The man glared down at him, with an air of contempt. “Demon, you should never have been born! Show your wings again and I will rip those accursed things out!” Avery knew he would make do with his threat, so he nodded meekly. He knew though, by the look in his father’s eyes that he was now less loved. Naively though, Avery insisted that deep down inside, his father still loved him. It was just that he’s still upset that Mom passed away.

Later that night, as the little boy was trying to recover from the shock earlier in his room, he heard a someone trying to open the door, a sharp knock followed when the person discovered that the door was locked. He wiped his tears from his face and put on a smile, opening the door only to find that it was his father, holding a thick leather belt. “D-daddy?” He was really afraid to ask what the belt was for, but he found out anyway. The beating he got that night was just the beginning of the years of torture and abuse. His father was always careful to beat him where the marks won’t be seen, and he beat him with even more brutality upon realizing that Avery had accelerated healing.

Although his father did not love him (“as much”, Avery thought) anymore, he still had his Nanna. Avery was banned from visiting her after that night, but he still had the toys she gave him to assure him that at least one person out there still loved him. When his father found out about this, he confiscated them all. Telling Avery with a sinister smile “Demons don’t deserve toys”. The boy, now aged 11 was miserable. He cried and cried that day, being the small child he was, he very upset that his only source of joy, the toys were gone. No more visits to Nanna, no more toys to play. The only “consolation” he got from bawling his eyes out was a particularly merciless and brutal beating from his father. From that day on, Avery decided not to cry anymore. He learned to hide his emotions and began to distance himself from everybody around him, not wanting them to find out about his situation. He lost his friends as they considered him weird now. Avery would normally immerse himself in his studies or daydreams to get away from it all.

His Nanna eventually recovered from her sprained back and was concerned from not having heard from Avery or his father in several months. One day, she decided to give them a phone call. Avery’s father was out to work that time, so he picked up the phone. When he heard his beloved Nanna’s voice, he broke down and told her everything. His Nanna was shocked, especially by how her son had changed. She told the boy that he should stay strong no matter what and that she will always love him. She promised that she would come to get him and that she would make all the troubles go away. Atlas said to his grandma “I love you the best, Nanna.” before putting down the phone, with renewed hope. He decided not to tell his father about this.

His Nanna never came for him. Avery found out later that the kindly old lady was involved in a freak accident involving the bus she was on. The wooden bridge the bus was crossing had become unsteady from the weather and it broke under the weight of the bus. Nobody survived. His father, came storming into his room that day, putting the blame on Atlas for killing the old lady. Nanna was gone…forever. Avery’s world shattered around him. He completely withdrew, becoming unfeeling and unresponsive. He no longer reacts to pain as he didn’t care anymore. He decided to put all his energy and focus to one thing: Graduating high school with great results. Then maybe, just maybe, Daddy would look his way again, with a sincere smile, and they could live like normal again. He would make his father proud to have a son like him.

The day came, Avery had achieved his goal and was now waiting to get his certificated at the high school graduation ceremony. He had carefully placed the invite on his father’s coffee machine a few days before, knowing he would definitely look there. He looked about, a small smile on his face, having not smiled in years. He was excited. His father, where was his father? He wanted to wave to him, like how all the others were waving at their parents. They seemed so happy together, and he would get his happy family back soon. Even if his father did abuse him for close to 8 years, he would forgive him if his father would acknowledge him one again. If only…the smile on his face slowly vanished as he realized, that his father wasn’t among the crowd of happy parents. In fact, the reality that his father would never acknowledge him no matter what he did came to him, it felt like hitting into a brick wall. He lost his hope in getting any love from his father, no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, he will never ever be loved again. Just because…he wasn’t human.

He returned home that day and tossed the certificate aside. Tears were streaming down his eyes now. After so many years of not expressing himself, it felt strange to cry. Humans…they were very cruel. Was he so different that he did not deserve their love? If his father, who was his blood relative, could not accept him, what was he to the others? That very moment, he decided, he would not accept humans anymore, not if they were like this. They deserve to perish. Never did such dark thoughts occur to him. Avery felt a change coming upon him, suddenly, it was all too clear. He would make the humans pay for this injustice.

He rapped his father’s door that night, saying in a loud clear voice. “Father, I am leaving you.” He headed to the main door, ready to leave. His father, burst out from the room in a rage of fury and stopped in his tracks when Avery released his wings. They were black, laced with gold and blue, but they were most certainly black. “Demon! Demon!! You really are a demon!” His father fell backwards and pointed accusingly at Avery’s new demon wings. Avery, not expecting the change in his wings, covered his mouth to hold back a gasp. He then lets out a bitter laugh as he turned around to his father, stretching his wings wide to show the old man, what he had become. “Aren’t you happy now, dear father? All these years, you’ve accused me of being the evil that I was not. Now that I have truly become a demon, just like you’ve always wanted me to be!!” Avery let out another bitter laugh, he wanted to cry honestly, but he won’t show his father another shred of weakness. He covered his face with a hand as he continued laughing, unable to stop himself, finding the scene all too ironic. His father, sat there shaking, terrified by what he had done. With a smirk at his father’s scared form, Avery turned around and left, flying off into the night.

After leaving the house, Avery wandered about on his own, exploring many places and quite enjoying his freedom. He should have left his accursed father years ago, but he was too naïve, too keen on pleasing the man that did not love him. During his years of wandering, Avery came upon an organization for people such as him, Fallen Souls, a mafia organization for fallen angels. He took up the codename “Atlas”, and joined as a scout, and has been with the organization ever since.

He slowly regained his emotions years later; through the interactions with others such has him, especially with his squad members and his pet chameleon. He would never show his emotions like normal though; he was too used to keeping it to himself.

Likes: Tiger, Crunchy snacks, maps, wandering about, browsing the snacks section of a convenience store/supermarket

Dislikes: Confrontations, humans in general, snacks that have gone soft, Tiger being picked on

Pet:
- has a yellow striped pet chameleon named Tiger II, it's actually his second pet chameleon as the first passed away.
- Tiger is rather dense and takes awhile to understand something or even to realize that something has happened.
- It enjoys the company of others and likes to be played with.
- It enjoys lazing around and staring for no reason.

Others:
- Frequent snacker (especially crunchy things) and usually has no appetite left when it comes to main meals
- He has a most horrible sense of humour, he'll choke with laughter from very bad puns, but he won't respond much for what would be considered funny by others.
- If you see him listening to music, it's probably opera or classical music.
- He talks to Tiger more often than with other people.
- He tends not to get a lot of rest as he likes wandering the streets late at night as there are less people around that time.
- He enjoys reading maps during his free time
- He smiles quite easily but the smile will disappear quickly as he's not used to smiling all the time
- seems to have high pain tolerance (both physical and emotional) but it's actually because he's not responsive to pain and doesn't like showing people what he feels.

Description
For So excited for this group *u*

EDIT: Got in!! I'm open for RP, if you don't mind how quiet Atlas can be *cough*

Squad members:
Intelligence: A808 Codex
Paladin: D269 Eros
Scout: D711 Atlas
Medic: A104 Joo

Beware the wall of text that comes after this line *cough*

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D711 - Atlas

“… ...do you want one?" *offers a potato chip*

Name: Avery Lewis
CodeName: Atlas
Code #: D711

Age: Appears 18 but is 29
Hair Colour: Black (slightly brown)
Eye Colour: Light blue
Height: 177cm
Weight: 62kg
Persona: Azure -> Wing reference: [link]

Category: Demon
Character Class: Scout

Ability:
The ability to phase through solid objects for a short while, this phasing includes what he's currently touching too, his clothes and maybe Tiger if he's sitting on his shoulder.
Limitations of his abilities:
– He can't hide inside the wall as he has to pass through or take himself out of the object within 5 seconds, or the matter will reject him, blasting him away in the direction he tries to enter it. If he leaves an item inside the matter, it will be rejected too, and will be shot out the direction in which it is inserted with great force within 5 seconds as well.
- He can't phase another human through with him as he has a limit of 20kg of matter (that's not part of his body.)
- He needs to focus on the position (by sight or by touch/feel) of the object, so stationary objects such as walls, floors and ceilings would be easier for him to phase through.
- The material of the object does not matter.

Strengths:
Agile - He's able to move silently and quickly. He also has good reflexes.
High stamina - He can run for long periods of time before feeling tired.
Doesn't panic easily - He judges the situation well before deciding his action instead of panicking when there's danger.
Acute sense of direction - Based on instincts and memory. If it's just based on instincts, he'll only be able to point its direction. (i.e. The toilet is North, but he won't be able to tell how many meters north) he has a knack for committing maps to memory, and often reads them as a hobby.

Faults/Weaknesses:
Weak defenses - He can't take much of a pounding. Although he won't react much to pain emotionally, he would pass out after one too many blows to his physical frame. Cuts don’t affect him as much.
Easily swayed - It's easy to persuade Atlas to change his point of view, unless he already has his mind set on the issue as he's the type not to question another person's viewpoint or judgement. Some may even consider his as pretty gullible.
Meek - He would rarely face his opinions to others, even if he does disagree with something. He won't fight back if bullied or insulted; he will fight back if you bully his pet though. Also, he would comply to the demands of others without much, if any objection.
Anthropophobic - He has a mild fear of being with other people. He feels awkward and uncomfortable in situations where there are too many unfamiliar faces and would escape the scene as soon as he gets the chance to. He'd rather be alone with Tiger (his pet chameleon) who seems to understand him best.

Primary Weapon: Survival knife (9 inches austenitic stainless steel blade, 5 inches long handle (made from same material as the blade)) [sheath for the knife is hooked and strapped on the left side of his belt]
Secondary Weapon: 3 Throwing knives, one small handgun, 3 miniature explosives. [All kept in the pouch on his belt]

Personality:
Quiet – Atlas likes keeping to himself. He won’t talk much unless necessary and dislikes being forced to speak if he does not have to. He tends to express himself with gestures or short sentences. He does this because he does not want to get too attached to a person for fear that they might reject him the way his father did. Besides this, he is also quick and silent when moving about, you won't even know he's there watching a movie with you in the room, unless he starts crunching on chips.
Curious – It is easy to pique his interest, especially if it’s the first time he’s seen or heard of the fact, but he tries not to poke his nose into people's business. Or at least, he would pretend he’s not interested even if he might peek or listen in on the conversation regarding the topic.
Well-mannered – Maybe it’s due to his quiet nature, but he tries not to be rude to people, especially others like him. He’s the type to hold the door open for others, even if it means he needs to stand there for quite awhile.
Sadistic – His sadistic nature appears when it comes to humans (especially humans that deserve it), he would kill them slowly should the time permit. He does not show this part of him towards other fallen angels.

History:
When Avery was born, his mother passed away during childbirth. This left his father feeling rather empty and upset that his beloved wife was gone, leaving him with this small, black haired boy that quite resembled his wife. Unable to bring himself to abandon the child that his first wife left behind, he quickly remarried to fill in the gap in his heart. However, he still considers Avery as the unlucky child, although he has never voiced this matter before.

Avery’s new step mom was a kind a loving lady. However, she has a heart condition. She always insists that it wasn’t anything serious, and Avery has been warned by his father all the time that he should not under any circumstances scare her. Avery understood this. He would never scare his step mom, who he called “Mom” as he never did get the chance to meet his real mother. He loved her as much as she loved him. With this family setting, Avery grew up showered with love from both his parents (His father eventually opened up again and has learnt to care for this little boy) and also his grandmother who he called “Nanna”.

His grandmother, a kindly old lady was very elderly. She simply adored her little grandson, as he was a bright eyed and cheerful little boy. She lives on her own in the countryside after her husband passed away, not wanting to bother her son (Avery’s father). She constantly looks forward to the visits from Avery and his family which happens once or twice every month. During those times, she would shower him with home made goods, candies and occasionally, a new toy. Avery himself loved his Nanna. Eventhough he already had a loving mother and a really cool dad, it’s was nice to know that someone else loved him as well.

Avery was a good and obedient kid. He would never go against his parents’ wishes. Why should he? They loved him so much. He was sociable and had a lot of friends at school, being eager to help them out in times of need. He was also in favour with his teachers as he studied hard, mostly to please his parents. They seemed so happy when he brought back good grades to them.

On Avery’s 10th birthday during the school break, his parents decided to throw him a small birthday party, with just the 3 of them. After hiding his wings for years, he thought it would be fun to let his parents in on his little secret. So he revealed the grey wings to them after they had cake. Instead of being happy or delighted as he imagined, his parents' could not believe that their son wasn't human. His step mother, who had a weak heart, fainted upon seeing that, and his Dad fell into panic. He hissed at Avery, as if saying “Demon child, keep away.” before rushing his wife to the hospital. Unfortunately, Avery’s step mother did not survive the heart attack. The funeral was held three days later.

Avery was really shocked by this incident, his father, kept the incident which caused his wife’s death from the other relatives besides his own mother and banned Avery from ever showing his wings to anyone. Atlas obeyed, too upset that he killed his stepmom to go against his father’s wishes. He was sent away to live with his Nanna in order for his father to have time to himself to “mourn” the loss of his second wife. He wanted to get away from his dad anyway, he seemed strange after that night, and he hoped his father would get better soon. In reality however, Avery’s dad blames him for his wife’s death, and eventually convinced himself that this child was actually a demon, sent from hell to ruin his life. These thoughts eventually drove him to the edge of insanity.

Avery lived with his grandmother and thoroughly enjoyed his time there. His grandma, being understanding, told him not to blame himself for his mother’s death, and helped to distract him from the horrifying incident. Sadly, his Nanna sprained her back by the end of his month long stay and he had to return to his father’s care.

School began around that time, Avery, having returned home, felt that his father had became somewhat cold and distant towards him. They rarely ate together anymore. And this occasion would only come once or twice a week. Mostly, Avery would find cold food on the table. At least his dad still cared enough to feed him. The little boy tried to cheer up, looking to the positive side. He even began walking to school instead of being driven there as usual. It was within walking distance, so he didn’t mind. However, weeks passed, and Avery developed a curiosity of wanting to know if his father had bad thoughts about his wings. He decided he would confront his father about it the next time they had a meal together. He got the chance that night.

The dinner that night, was taken in silence as usual. The cold, chilly atmosphere that his father’s presence gave the room, almost intimidated Avery into not bringing his wings up. However, he decided to gather his courage and try to convince his father that his grey wings weren’t a bad thing. He revealed them, shortly after he finished his meal. “Daddy, I wanted to---“before he could finish that sentence, his father snapped, having hated those wings since he first saw them. Avery felt a strong hand at his throat as he was picked up by his father, before being thrown on the ground. He didn’t understand this sudden act of violence. He lay sprawled on the floor, looking up at his father. Never before did he see such anger in the man’s eyes. “D-dad?” he asked, feeling scared now. The man approached and stomped down hard on Avery’ grey wings, rubbing them into the ground. Avery cried out in pain. “Dad, stop! Please! It-it hurts!! Dad!!” Tears started streaming down his face, it hurt. It hurt so badly. He kept his wings as soon as his father lifted his foot. The man glared down at him, with an air of contempt. “Demon, you should never have been born! Show your wings again and I will rip those accursed things out!” Avery knew he would make do with his threat, so he nodded meekly. He knew though, by the look in his father’s eyes that he was now less loved. Naively though, Avery insisted that deep down inside, his father still loved him. It was just that he’s still upset that Mom passed away.

Later that night, as the little boy was trying to recover from the shock earlier in his room, he heard a someone trying to open the door, a sharp knock followed when the person discovered that the door was locked. He wiped his tears from his face and put on a smile, opening the door only to find that it was his father, holding a thick leather belt. “D-daddy?” He was really afraid to ask what the belt was for, but he found out anyway. The beating he got that night was just the beginning of the years of torture and abuse. His father was always careful to beat him where the marks won’t be seen, and he beat him with even more brutality upon realizing that Avery had accelerated healing.

Although his father did not love him (“as much”, Avery thought) anymore, he still had his Nanna. Avery was banned from visiting her after that night, but he still had the toys she gave him to assure him that at least one person out there still loved him. When his father found out about this, he confiscated them all. Telling Avery with a sinister smile “Demons don’t deserve toys”. The boy, now aged 11 was miserable. He cried and cried that day, being the small child he was, he very upset that his only source of joy, the toys were gone. No more visits to Nanna, no more toys to play. The only “consolation” he got from bawling his eyes out was a particularly merciless and brutal beating from his father. From that day on, Avery decided not to cry anymore. He learned to hide his emotions and began to distance himself from everybody around him, not wanting them to find out about his situation. He lost his friends as they considered him weird now. Avery would normally immerse himself in his studies or daydreams to get away from it all.

His Nanna eventually recovered from her sprained back and was concerned from not having heard from Avery or his father in several months. One day, she decided to give them a phone call. Avery’s father was out to work that time, so he picked up the phone. When he heard his beloved Nanna’s voice, he broke down and told her everything. His Nanna was shocked, especially by how her son had changed. She told the boy that he should stay strong no matter what and that she will always love him. She promised that she would come to get him and that she would make all the troubles go away. Atlas said to his grandma “I love you the best, Nanna.” before putting down the phone, with renewed hope. He decided not to tell his father about this.

His Nanna never came for him. Avery found out later that the kindly old lady was involved in a freak accident involving the bus she was on. The wooden bridge the bus was crossing had become unsteady from the weather and it broke under the weight of the bus. Nobody survived. His father, came storming into his room that day, putting the blame on Atlas for killing the old lady. Nanna was gone…forever. Avery’s world shattered around him. He completely withdrew, becoming unfeeling and unresponsive. He no longer reacts to pain as he didn’t care anymore. He decided to put all his energy and focus to one thing: Graduating high school with great results. Then maybe, just maybe, Daddy would look his way again, with a sincere smile, and they could live like normal again. He would make his father proud to have a son like him.

The day came, Avery had achieved his goal and was now waiting to get his certificated at the high school graduation ceremony. He had carefully placed the invite on his father’s coffee machine a few days before, knowing he would definitely look there. He looked about, a small smile on his face, having not smiled in years. He was excited. His father, where was his father? He wanted to wave to him, like how all the others were waving at their parents. They seemed so happy together, and he would get his happy family back soon. Even if his father did abuse him for close to 8 years, he would forgive him if his father would acknowledge him one again. If only…the smile on his face slowly vanished as he realized, that his father wasn’t among the crowd of happy parents. In fact, the reality that his father would never acknowledge him no matter what he did came to him, it felt like hitting into a brick wall. He lost his hope in getting any love from his father, no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, he will never ever be loved again. Just because…he wasn’t human.

He returned home that day and tossed the certificate aside. Tears were streaming down his eyes now. After so many years of not expressing himself, it felt strange to cry. Humans…they were very cruel. Was he so different that he did not deserve their love? If his father, who was his blood relative, could not accept him, what was he to the others? That very moment, he decided, he would not accept humans anymore, not if they were like this. They deserve to perish. Never did such dark thoughts occur to him. Avery felt a change coming upon him, suddenly, it was all too clear. He would make the humans pay for this injustice.

He rapped his father’s door that night, saying in a loud clear voice. “Father, I am leaving you.” He headed to the main door, ready to leave. His father, burst out from the room in a rage of fury and stopped in his tracks when Avery released his wings. They were black, laced with gold and blue, but they were most certainly black. “Demon! Demon!! You really are a demon!” His father fell backwards and pointed accusingly at Avery’s new demon wings. Avery, not expecting the change in his wings, covered his mouth to hold back a gasp. He then lets out a bitter laugh as he turned around to his father, stretching his wings wide to show the old man, what he had become. “Aren’t you happy now, dear father? All these years, you’ve accused me of being the evil that I was not. Now that I have truly become a demon, just like you’ve always wanted me to be!!” Avery let out another bitter laugh, he wanted to cry honestly, but he won’t show his father another shred of weakness. He covered his face with a hand as he continued laughing, unable to stop himself, finding the scene all too ironic. His father, sat there shaking, terrified by what he had done. With a smirk at his father’s scared form, Avery turned around and left, flying off into the night.

After leaving the house, Avery wandered about on his own, exploring many places and quite enjoying his freedom. He should have left his accursed father years ago, but he was too naïve, too keen on pleasing the man that did not love him. During his years of wandering, Avery came upon an organization for people such as him, Fallen Souls, a mafia organization for fallen angels. He took up the codename “Atlas”, and joined as a scout, and has been with the organization ever since.

He slowly regained his emotions years later; through the interactions with others such has him, especially with his squad members and his pet chameleon. He would never show his emotions like normal though; he was too used to keeping it to himself.

Likes: Tiger, Crunchy snacks, maps, wandering about, browsing the snacks section of a convenience store/supermarket

Dislikes: Confrontations, humans in general, snacks that have gone soft, Tiger being picked on

Pet:
- has a yellow striped pet chameleon named Tiger II, it's actually his second pet chameleon as the first passed away.
- Tiger is rather dense and takes awhile to understand something or even to realize that something has happened.
- It enjoys the company of others and likes to be played with.
- It enjoys lazing around and staring for no reason.

Others:
- Frequent snacker (especially crunchy things) and usually has no appetite left when it comes to main meals
- He has a most horrible sense of humour, he'll choke with laughter from very bad puns, but he won't respond much for what would be considered funny by others.
- If you see him listening to music, it's probably opera or classical music.
- He talks to Tiger more often than with other people.
- He tends not to get a lot of rest as he likes wandering the streets late at night as there are less people around that time.
- He enjoys reading maps during his free time
- He smiles quite easily but the smile will disappear quickly as he's not used to smiling all the time
- seems to have high pain tolerance (both physical and emotional) but it's actually because he's not responsive to pain and doesn't like showing people what he feels.