Thierry Harding
Faceclaim: Ian Harding.
Species: Pure Nephilim.
Age: 22 
Status: In the community. 
Family: None.

Damp, dirty, blue-gray bricks held the cold inside the room as if it were collecting it. A single dancing light, projected from the last dying candle, flickered across the walls, moving to an unseen rhythm. The lone window, high on the outside wall, allowed only one tiny gleam of moonlight in to pronounce the time of day. Rats squealed and padded across the hard floor, their nails scraping the ground as they scattered away from the crystal webs as if in fear they would be caught too.
Tye was staring at a worn leather mat, still warm from last night, with a balled-up blanket thrown carelessly on top, as if forgotten about, Tears stained Tye's porcelain pale cheeks in little streaks of crystal, he cried every night in this place.

His mother and Father had carelessly let him stay with his uncle, a broad fat man with a round pink face and pig like nose held up by only shoulders, his neck a simple ring of fat. His over-sized beer belly, hung heavy over his too small jeans and jutted out of his too large shirt. He took him to this room at the age of eight. At the age of ten, His uncle set him to work in the house, and after disagreeing once, His uncle sent him away to an English boarding school for troubled teens, where the 'Re-educate the mind' and create little tin soldiers from the age of ten till 17.

Thierry never fit in at boarding school and constantly broke the rules, at the age of 18 he ran away from the home and hopped on the next boat to America ending up in Chicago. The only issue he had was that, he felt...strange. The scars etched down his back which he though were from a dog attack as a child, began to twitch and burn. And suddenly, every person he scowled at fell to the ground in agony, what was happening?

One morning a woman named Isolda approached him at his little box flat. She explained that she had been watching Thierry for a number of weeks and that he had to go with her to fully understand what was happening. In the space of three weeks Thierry found out who his parents were, why they died and what he was. He was a nephlim...This meant that he was a somewhat, defect angel, the place where his wings should be, replaced with hefty scars and his eyes were tinted purple.

Over the next 5 years, Isolda lived with him in Evermore city, a city where factions of different species lived out their lives in, somewhat peace. She taught him how to use his powers, how to fight and use a variety of weapons, how to use a different species strength against them and some fighting techniques that, no one had ever even heard of before. She was his best friend in the Nephlim community.

But, the year of his twenty first birthday. Isolda disappeared. His training stopped and Thierry never had a friend again, nor would he ever have someone he could rely on. He never wished to become so attached to a person, to just have them leave him.

Personality Traits

Independent-Confident-Strongwilled.
Arrogant-Untrusting-Hateful.