Prologue: The Rain
The young blond looked up to the sky and perked a brow at the possibility of rain. 'Rain? Here?' He thought to himself of what it could mean, which was hopefully nothing, but as always….something. Anywhere and everywhere it seemed something bad was going down where he was.
The blond looked to be early twenties and had been told(multiple times, mind you) that he had the looks of an angel. He'd just grin and thank the stalk—person kindly before moving on, though maybe there was a hidden joke in there somewhere that only he got. He wore plain clothes, usually, and really the only remarkable thing about him, aside from his looks, were the tattoos across his body.
Most people never seemed to give the tattoos a second thought, but if one looked close enough then they might see that the tattoos were moving. Slowly, and almost hypnotically.
The blond moved off in the direction of a particular city, grinning to himself as the joke about looks of an angel came back to him. He'd then blurt out loud, "Shut the hell up already!" A strange action given that there was no one around him for nearly a mile.
Still, he'd finally sigh before marching off to the city as the rain finally started falling….