@engineering-robotics// Starter From Angeal
Bittersweet.
That was the word Angeal would use to describe his current circumstance. Why the planet revived him, he didn't know, but he was breathing, still a monster in his eyes, wings and all, but his humanity was there nonetheless. At least there was a deep and reckless alturicisic nature burning beneath his stoic mako colored eyes.
Dark hair jerked about on the bumpy road. The man had hitched a ride in the back of a truck heading to do some work in Kalm. It was a quiet place, and most likely he wouldn't be noticed. He was a dead man after all. So he would use various aliases. He wanted to keep under Shinra's radar, despite knowing the company had long fallen in his absence.
Soon, the truck parked, and Angeal hopped out, paid the man some gil, and headed towards the closest tavern. It was a good place to learn different information and pick up odd jobs. Lately, his skills had been used for monster hunting, but the man wasn't above doing some good old-fashioned labor.
He stepped inside and took a seat at the bar, ordered a whisky, and used his keen sense of hearing to pick up various conversations.
