[[You forgot about personality]]

Name: Fray Krane
Age: 203 (which is like 20 in human years)
Gender: Male
Race: Angel
Rank: Low side of the middle rank, but, then again, he is quite young for angel standards. He has been on Earth Duty for nearly 150 years now. He is quite good at his current job of warning angels/im.portant humans if they were in danger. He usually only spends about five hours making his rounds and listening to people before goofing off. In reality, he doesn't take his job serious enough and he probably only has it because not many angels have an ability quite like his.
Power: Well, he can fly (obviously), as well as make his wings dissipate (yes, dissipate. If he simply made them disappear, then someone could run into them or something like that). Fray can sense what race a person is, or at least a general idea. His major power is hearing peoples' death song. The more in danger or closer to death someone is, the louder his or her death song is. Also, if someone has strong magic, his/her death song will be very complex and filled with multiple instruments. If the person has little to no power, then s/he will only have one or two sounds playing. The person's race changes the song's melody; demons tend to have low-pitched instruments playing slow music, humans have chaotic music that flutters between low and high-pitched sounds, and angels have elegant and smooth songs with string or flute instruments. Fray can never 'turn off' his  ability, so when he's not using it, he blasts his ears with music, which blocks out all but the loudest of death songs. The down side to doing this is that it sometimes makes his ears ring and if the music is too loud, he drowns out the rest of the world and sometimes runs into things or gets run into. Of the plus side, it's better than listening to dieing people.
Personality: Quiet, but not meek; contemplative, but not one to worry. Fray doesn't talk much, but when he does, he tends to be loud because he's speaking over music or death songs. He doesn't want to be viewed as a obnoxious person, so he keeps his mouth closed and opinions unspoken. He isn't exactly a sad person, he's more on the indifferent side, but it's not like he allows his power to affect his emotions or anything like that. He likes to keep to himself and walk around or read a good book in a place without other people.
Appearance: Fray is five feet eleven inches tall, a height he considers average. He has sapphire eyes and messy/wavy dirty blond hair that he keeps about two inches short. Fray tends to wear loose, almost blouse-like, shirts that are comfortable to fly in under his black two-sizes-too-big hoodie and either jeans or shorts depending on the weather. Fray always has black fingerless gloves and he prefers to wear sneakers or go bare-footed. He has a pair of blue and black head phones that are usually over his ears or hung on his neck that connect to a blue mp3 pla.yer in hoodie's pocket.
Fray's wings are mostly soft and white, other than at the feather tips, which are inky black from flying in smog too many times. His wings look like normal angel wings - long, sleek, and awkward in a crowded room. Fray tends to dissipate his wings when he is neither using them nor in a situation where wings are needed (like when with other angels).
History: Nothing noteworthy. He developed his power when he was eight, and was sent on earth duty when he was forty-seven. Since then, he has been mingling with humans and demons alike, and warning clients how close they are to death.
Other: Like Earth more than his home land, mostly because the powerful people aren't all together in the same building like in the angel's world. Fray isn't too fond of most other angels, and he usually ignore summons to the angel world whenever they are sent to him.
Fray doesn't play any instruments because he doesn't want to feel entitled to play people's death songs.

Name: Kyle Matrix
Age: 21 (Drinking age :D )
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Kyle is a college student studying agriculture and works part-time at a flower shop where he secretly uses his magic to improve growth rate.
Power: He has the ability to grow plants, specifically small plants like flowers and shrubs. His power consists of two different things: raising quality of a plant (making the flowers unnaturally large or fruit unusually sweet) and fast growth. He can make a single tulip grow from bulb to flower in about a minute He can grow a single bush in about five minutes. Kyle can also grow trees and other large plants, but it can take over an hour to do so, and it nearly drains him of all the magic in his body. The down side of his ability is that his plants are weak and they wilt after a few days, or weeks, depending on how much magic he uses to grow the plants. Also, when he uses his ability a lot in a small time period, he gets tired and sick. He's passed out once or twice because of exhaustion. Though he will admit that that it isn't much exciting, Kyle is happy that his power isn't attention-grabbing. There were some crazy people out there why were attacking power people, and he really didn't want to put a target on himself.
Personality: Kyle isn't loud, but he doesn't hesitate to make his opinions and thoughts known. He hates being looked down upon or keeping things a secret, but he's been making an exception with his new found powers. Kyle loves plants; they are practically his life. Ever since his power of growing plants developed, he has devoted his time to learn more about his abilities and more about plants. Once he puts his mind to something, he has a tendency to stick to it until he achieves success or it end horribly. Kyle is surprisingly not very loyal to leaders, and he will sometimes go against their wishes to remind them that he is not just a brainless minion to be ordered around. He doesn't usually get attached to people, so he has issues showing his feeling to creatures other than his plants.
Appearance: Kyle likes green clothes, which he finds quit fitting. His wardrobe consists of: 5 shades of green shirts, 3 pairs of green jeans, 1 pair of black jeans, 2 pairs of green socks, 1 pair of white socks, 1 pair of white shoes, and 2 pair of green shoes. When he's at work, he wears a light green t-shirt, brown dress pants, and a white apron smeared with dirt, and he ties back his hair. Kyle has dark brown, almost black, hair that is long enough to put into a tiny ponytail and brown eyes.
History: Kyle was birthed by his mother, and grew up like any other child. The most interesting thing that happened to him was getting his power.
Other: Not much.

[[bio-making drains my soul]]

I would post but I am eating dinner and then after I have to homework. I will post later tonight or after school tomorrow. Plus, I still have to finish Annette's history.]]

{alright then. Let's do this! I don't know what this town looks like so I'm making stuff up. XD}

The town was already in a busy state. The sun high above their heads and the buildings that they were walking in and out of. Their daily lives undisturbed and their friendly greetings to one another never wavered. The winds were just a breeze and helping to cool the Earth. The day was well underway and even the outskirts were busy. Squirrels and the like were gathering food and other items they may need for the day. Birds chirped happily in harmony with those around them, creating sweet lullabies. They scurried about quickly and efficiently. Their little bodies barely rustling the leaves as they ducked behind bushes for shelter from predators or ran along the tree limbs. Other than the light rustling of the leaves, there wasn't much movement or white noise. The winds would pick up every so often, taking city scents into the forested outskirts. The bears by the river would pick their heads up at the scent of fresh berry pies and the likes only to return to catching fish. Everything was normal and peaceful in the city, outskirts included, for the most part. Nothing was disturbed and nothing was out of place, except for maybe a jealous ex or a business man trying to quickly get to his office.

In the forest, creatures perked their heads up. Their ears twitching and their noses sniffing about, trying to figure out what was going on. Their basic animal instincts telling them something was out of place in their lands. Something was coming and it was dangerous or at least different to a point where they should stay away. A few rabbits scurried off behind bushes and some squirrels headed down to the forest floor to see what was going on. Their fur standing on end. They were all about to go back to their normal routine when a black slash appeared in a clearing not far from the forest edge. Animals jumped and scurried away. Even the bears were scared and started to move away from whatever the black slash would reveal. The inky blackness stretched out and widened, making a crude opening in the air. It emitted a foul aura and radiated a dangerous air. It hissed and hummed before a second slash appeared next to it, this one quickly spreading and opening like the first. They stayed that way for at least ten minutes. They just floated there and looked menacing. Animals slowly creeping up to the blackness to see what they were. Animals gathered, waiting, watching. The aura making them cautious but their curiosity getting the better of their animal instinct to run away and hide. Braver animals sat up from, being closest to the holes, but their bravery was short lived.

From each opening, a colored blob was beginning to show. One was red, the other blue. The two colors were soon spat out and they were dropped to the forest floor, sending the animals scurrying again. The two portals closed soon after, leaving the scene just as it was before they appeared, aside from the colored blobs on the grass. The red blob began to twitch, noises like harsh breathing coming from it. Moans were heard form the blue one, as if in pain. The blobs began to move significantly now. Pairs of red and blue wings uncurled themselves from around the things inside them. The wings having made the blobs look like blobs. Once the wings were off, they flopped down, going limp and draping over the figures' backs. The red winged one was revealed to look like a human. Skin an ivory color and hair as black as the portal he came out of. His eyes were closed tightly, as if in pain and his hands gripped at the grass below him. He hunched himself over, curling himself up before he managed to get himself kneeling on his elbows and knees. The wings disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving his appearance to be completely human. He looked over to the blue winged person next to him before getting on his hands and knees to crawl over. He reached his hand out and shook the other, a little roughly, but as gently as he could.

The blue winged person moaned again and turned their head to face the boy. Again, this one was a boy, about the same look to his face as the other. The only different was the bleeding wound on his forehead. He looked up at the boy who shook him and curled in on himself, doing pretty much what the other had done before. He managed to get himself to a kneeling position and picked his head up from his chest. Blood soaked the front of his shirt and drops were on his pants. He looked at the boy next to him and swiped his hand over the wound, sealing it instantly. His own wings disappeared in what looked like steam. He gave a weak smile before he stood up, his legs a bit shaky, but he could keep himself up by himself. He looked down at the boy still kneeling on the floor. He brought his arms under the boy's arms and hoisted him up. The other stood on his own, but he was putting a lot less weight on his right leg, which sported a large wound. He swiped his hand over it and it started to close, slowly but surely.

They made their way over to the shade of the trees by the river that was vacant of bears. They sat themselves down and looked each other over. The two smiled at seeing that the other was okay.

"Damn bro....... That.. that was one hell of a mess we got into with aunt.."

"Yeah, but we did get out. Wounded, but we got out. Plus, we did take on that little group of lesser demons trying to keep up in."

The two laughed at the memory. It was just a few seconds ago, but it seemed like a while ago since it was a quick little scrimmage and it ended uneventfully, except for the two wounds, one on each boy.

"Hey, Skellig."

The other hummed, acknowledging his name.

"You think she's really going to try and take out the angels? I mean... We hate them, sure, but completely wiping them out?"

Skellig shrugged and looked at his brother, unsure of his own answer, but knew he'd have to answer his brother sometime soon. He thought about it. Was she really going to wipe them out?Does she want to kill them or something? Seems dangerous since she'd upset their leader.. He shook his head and trained his electric green eyes on his twin.

"I dunno Ireoe.. I really don't. She's psycho. Crazy. She's like that hellbat we saw that one time. The one that tried to eat your face off."

Ireoe shivered, not wanting to remember that.

"Skellig, you think anybody saw us fall out of the Hell Portals? Besides the animals I mean."

"Dunno. Let's hope not. We shouldn't even be on Earth right now, but this is the safest place for us."

Fray turned right, off of the side walk he was on and down an alley way.This was a small town, nothing more than a dot on a map compared to the city he used to live in, but for some reason, it was filled with incredibly talented people. Alright, so maybe that was an exaggeration, but there was one or two people who held power that Fray knew of, as well as a handful of magicians. It seemed like the town had something in it that attracted people of power, which was why Fray had been stationed here in the first place. Though his ability, the power to be able to hear a person's 'death song', was tended to be used to tell how close to death a person was, it could also be used to tell if a person was powerful.

Not too far down the alley, a single door was cut into the left wall. Fray stopped at the door, opened it, and entered, making sure to close it behind him. Inside was an office-like room with a few people in it. They looked like servants to Fray, or at least that was what he always thought of them as. He had been told their actual name once, but he didn't care enough to remember. All he really knew was that they worked for one of his employers.

The possible servants paid little attention to Fray; they were quite used to his daily entering and exitings, and they kept typing away at their keyboards or talking on phones. It was business as usual for them, just like every other day.

Fray moved past them and over to a bright green door across from the entrance to the alley. It led to a stairwell that went up three fights. He had flown up the stairs once or twice because he was on the verge of being late in meeting with his employer, but he was actually early for once, so he took his time climbing the stairs. It didn't take him long to reach the third floor. When he did, he paused at the door, fiddled with his mp3 to turn it off, and pulled his headphones off his ears and onto his neck. He listened to the ringing in his ears for a bit, waiting for it to go away and the sound of soft instruments to tingle his eardrums.

The angel took a few breaths of air and let them out. Concentrating, he forced his wings to un-disapate. It only took about a second for his wings to appear, but it felt like much longer. For some reason, using simple magic was starting to drain him. Fray blamed the demon's war. He knew little about it, mostly because almost all information that reached him was little more than rumors and lies.

Fray opened the door and walked into the room. The first thing he noticed was the music filling the room as if the classical music channel was being played on a radio. The second thing he noticed was that it was dark and had no windows. He had always figured that it was windowless for protection, but protection from what he didn't know. One person sat in the middle of the room, and two people stood in the back corners. The standers were bodyguards, the sitter Fray's employer. The angel gave a small wave to the bodyguards and shifted his wings. He thought it was quite obvious as to who he was already, but he said his name anyway.

"Fray Krane, reporting for duty." The guards watched him indifferently, which Fray took as a sign to continue. He stepped closer to the man sitting. He was in a chair, reading some Dickens book. The man put the book down and glanced up at Fray. He was old, at least sixty human years, but he still had many more to come.

Fray didn't know what the man dealt in, but he some sort of power in the human world since Fray had been told to listen to the man's death song every day. The angel didn't mind doing it, it had meant moving away from the boisterous city to a place more quieter.

Fray closed his eyes and listened to the music flowing around him. The others in the room were unable to hear it, but for him, the song was a clear as day. At first, it sounded like a mass of chaotic noises thrown together with little to no pattern. The angel knew better than to think of the music like that, and he took it at one instrument at a time. He knew that his employer's death song had only the string group in it, so he ignored the trumpet and flute coming from the bodyguards.

A few minutes later, Fray had the man's song swirling in his mind. It was comprised of a cello and violin, and the melody was slow rolling waves where the pitch went high then low. It was quite elegant for a human, usually only angels and a few demons had death songs so nicely made. Fray opened his eyes and reported to the man. "Not that loud. Maybe a five out of ten. Safe." He said. He had heard louder songs in the past, so he guessed that the man wasn't going to die anytime soon.

~~~

Strange things were happening on Earth, tiny, minuscule things overlooked by the busy and uncaring, and those who did notice glanced away in fear of the change to come, as if ignoring it would make it go away. But it did happen, regardless if people refused to watch or acted as if it wasn't true. It was a great thing, one of power and mystery, as well as danger and darkness. It fell upon the world like a translucent mist, invisible to the naked eye even though it was all around.

Everyone was affected by it. A few people were targeted by it, and they found themselves with powers straight out of a fantasy novel. Magicians, they called themselves. They had magic in them, and they were able to control it. Some powers were small, like being able to read in the dark or make dirt wet by touching it. Some powers were large, like making the ground shake with the stomp of a foot or controlling another person with the wave of a hand. It was all quite amazing in the beginning, but then time passed, and the powers didn't leave like some thought they would.

Those who were not blessed, the majority of the population, became distrustful and believed that they magicians were going to turn on them, to revolt and take over. The normal people went against the magicians, refusing to do business with them, and even sometimes attacking the magicians in broad daylight.

Many of the magicians learned their lesson and kept their powers hidden, attempting not to draw any sort of unwanted attention. Some did, though, and, well, in most cases, that was the end of them.

Kyle had no interest in being found out. His power was a small one, he could make things grow quickly, but knowing the anti-magicians, they would find some way to convict him. Kyle could only imagine the accusations; that he could be growing poisonous or illegal plants and selling them to killers. That wasn't true, of course, but it wasn't like anyone would listen to him.

So he kept quiet, and they was just fine with him.


[[lol, Kyle doesn't get an intro; it's almost an hour past my bedtime xD]]
[[edit- finished :D]]