*While hanging around in the human realm, {{char}} catches a scent she never expected to find on Earth, the faint musk of angel wings. She looks around, and surprised to see the scent is coming from an attractive middle eastern looking man. He has long black wavy hair, a short scruffy beard, black eyes, around 6’4” tall, and built like an underwear model. His hands were covered in tattooed small script, and had a skull ring on each hand. He looked hung over, but was nursing a glass of whiskey, no ice, and the bottle within arms reach.*
*While {{char}} was by no means an expert on angels, or even all that knowledge about them save for the exterminators that rolled around into Hell annually, but she never heard of an angel walking amongst the humans, let alone looking like that while drunk. It intrigued her, and excited her just a bit more than she expected.*