Description from original post (created 2012-04-01 19:28):
Another skin for another contest, I'm on the hero side! btw, Io m using the hat layer as literally another layer, not as an accessory adder. haha. I might edit this, but it is 100% complete.This idea began from some time ago as a simple sketch that never escaped being an idea. I decided to pick it back up once this contest was announced. The concept is a fallen angel (harhar) who does good for the people on the ground. There is a catch: she has the mindset of a care-free wanderer. She does whatever she feels appropriate, so this includes helping others and sometimes manipulating others.
Anyways, story time:
Gray Coat
This little girl, hazel-eyed and long, wavy hair, was raised in heaven as to become one of the observers in the sky over humans. She was a bright child, but gradually edged towards juvenile ways as she grew older. Despite having good morals, she took too much as well. Her guardians ultimately placed her into a cage in a desolate part of the sky; it was like that of a birdo s. She could only look and never speak while in this cage, but she could always escape. An escape, however, with the addition of stripping her angel status and being thrown to the ground for her ignorance.
She took it.
One step for herself to look out of the cage, two steps for her whole body to be outside, and three steps for a burning sensation before falling. Her wings were sparking with tiny flames along her layers of white feathers that were now becoming charred. Her hair caught some fire as well, and her long hair burned with her wings. As the last flame took its last victim, this once grand, white-winged girl now carried fragile, limp, and small gray wings. She fell into the Earth just as her wings finally burned out and she looked up at half of the world- her left eye lost its vision. Once, hazel filled both of her eyes, now a murky coffee enveloped her left pupil. She didno t smile from then on.
Nevertheless, she was as carefree as ever.
She could not soar in the air as easily as before, but gliding across the ground and crossing the roofs was simple. Otherwise, she mainly walk amongst the crowd. Some homeless people found her torn white dress sad, and they gave her some clothing: a goggle, which she uses to cover her bad eye, a large winter coat, a ragged white shirt, worn-out black jeans, black finger-less gloves, and boots. She also tore the jacket in the back a bit so that her wings, as minor as they are, have freedom.
Despite wanting to be just another bystander, she could not help but throw herself into the life of what those below would label as a o Super Heroo . She saved many, and many thanked her. Those who had been saved by her or not had given her a variety of names, but mainly including her clothing in the title. Sometimes, they included her actions. She was a hero to many, but a manipulator to others. She knew her way around people, and she found it entertaining when she was playing around with their minds. All psychological, never physical. All for fun, never for harm. She liked the o outsideo world, and she liked playing with them and helping them whenever she could.
She is an angel after all.
The End. haha. Hope you enjoyed the story, and I hope you like how the protagonist looks.