Et il soupira fort en lui griffant la tête, il avait déjà essayé six voitures jetant les habitants dans les rues. Ce n'était pas qu'il ne se souciait pas de ce qui leur est arrivé, il les considérait à peu près morts de toute façon, alors qu'est-ce qui pourrait arriver de plus? Il avait été évident pour lui que toutes les voitures étaient remplies de turpintine au lieu de gaz, bien ce qui s'est passé quand ils disent trop longtemps.
Rassemblant une idée, il tenta de modifier un peu son ADN pour essayer de cultiver des ailes, qui ne fonctionnaient que si bien que les plumes tombaient et les os étaient trop denses. Secouant la tête, il a pointé sur un faucon, du bout de son doigt, le sang s'est arrosé et s'est solidifié en tirant dans la direction où son doigt le mène. "Bon sang..." il a dit manquant, si sa portée de contrôle était plus grande, il aurait aiguisé dedans dessus. Bien que les choses étant comme elles étaient seulement les premiers pieds étaient à sa disposition. Il a donc décidé de mener la cible à plusieurs reprises, le huitième a atterri pour faire tomber l'osprey.
En se précipitant sur le site d'atterrissage, il a rapidement absorbé une partie du sang et l'a étudié de façon brutale. Après un certain temps, il a grandi les ailes qu'il voulait et a appris quelque chose de nouveau. Il lui semblait que la quantité de sang semblait avoir un effet plus profond que la qualité de son travail. Alors, après la mort de la tête, il s'envola, ses puissantes ailes le soulevèrent dans le ciel et, après un moment de montée, il ne pouvait pas tout à fait comprendre comment aller de l'avant.
Essayer autant de façons qu'il pouvait, il a fini par trouver beaucoup de directions pour aller, mais aucune d'entre elles n'est celle qu'il voulait. Finalement, il a simplement décidé de glisser vers sa destination, n'étant monté que lorsqu'il s'est approché du sol pour le confort. Après trop longtemps, il descendit à l'endroit où il pensait qu'il serait approprié et a commencé à crier "Je suis hereeee~" Immédiatement après il a commencé à chercher des signes de vie sentiente.
Name: Eth Tenshi
Species: Blood Weaver formerly human.
Civilized or uncivilized: Civilized when he isn't having a mental or emotional break down.
Mundane skills: Innate muscle memory, he experiance a movement once and he generally remembers it and can mimic, this includes offensive, defensive, and mundane movements. Natural lie detector, slight computer skills, he can repair and boost computers as it really is not that hard. General trouble shooting, not everything has an answer readily, but even the secrets of space will unravel with time.
Powers: Most humans have twelve pints of blood, it would be a shame if you were to assume the same of Eth since his blood is nearly unlimited. While he can die, bleeding him out is not a realistic option, you would be more succesful to cut his head off, rip out his heart, or burn him in a deep fire. He currently has the ability to manipulate his own blood at least six feet away from his body, by form of crystalized blood, bone, flesh, and fluid blood. While he can regenerate and slightly heal others his ability comes with a mental and emotional toll of ten causing him to have migraines or bipolar like attitude.
History: Eth lived a pretty boring life most of his life, other than the drugs, fighting, and loud music. Not that he was a bad person, he simply wished to enjoy life to its fullest, sans the hard drugs, fuck the hard drugs. He had a personal rule not to try anything of the medium type more than once, twice a good while later if he liked it well enough.
As for fighting, well, that was simply to feed his body as much experiance as possible. You never knew when such things were needed, for example the apocalypse. Of which he had been in a coma for two months, and a month prior his body being prepared for something, a calling if you will. Shaping and molding him into a eternal being that had once been very finite, and when he first awoke his body showed little signs of larthagy. No muscle loss, no delayed motor functions, and best of all a weird sense of what his blood had been doing.
At first he was curious as to why he had awoken. He had never expected to see sun light again, not that he had seen sun light by any means. He had been semi crushed under the building that he resided, with a rather large pool of blood under him. At first he panicked after his curiosity, isn't this simply natural? Then in his hay wired state a surge of power erupted from around him pushing the walls and ceiling around him away.
Then came the creatures, but with as much blood as he had around him it was impossible for them to prevail as his instincts kicked into high gear slaughtering anything in his sight. With a miraculous memory of body he immigrated his abilities until he mastered the basics.
Finding that doing so made him famished for oranges, lemons, limes, or anything acidic really. It appeared to him that his body ran entirely off his own blood, and acids, but he occationally craved food. More for taste however, he will fall madly in love for anyone who can cook. Being that they are female of course.