Nightflight

Nightflight
Nightflight
Player: @Kriegvogel (Zedrik)
Focus:	Support
Level:	6
Personal Data
Real Name:	Q'umarkaj Menchú
Known Aliases:	Mark
Legal Alignment:	Civilian
Internal Alignment:	Neutral Good
Species:	Demigod (Awilix)
Blood Type:	O-
Date of Birth:	December 21, 1991
Age:	24
Height:	'
Weight:	'
Eye Color:	Glowing Green
Hair Color:	Black
Skin Color:	Brown
Biographical Data
Nationality:	Guatemalan
Ethnicity:	K'iche'
Education:	Secondary School Dropout
Occupation:	Construction
Place of Birth:	Q'umarkaj Ruins, Guatemala
Base of Operations:	Millennium city
Marital Status:	Unknown
Known Relatives
Awilix (Mother), Unknown Male Human (Father)
Known Alternates
None Known
Known Powers
Spirit Claws, Disease Aura, Xibalban Howl
Known Abilities
Flight
Equipment
None
Other Notes
'

Background

Youth

Mark was found in the ruins of Q'umarkaj, a newborn baby without any traces of his mother or anyone else who might have left him there. The woman who found him handed him over to a Catholic orphanage in Quetzaltenango who dealt with the legalities of his new life. Despite the fact the boy had wings feathered in black, the nuns saw to it he was not harassed by those who would let their superstitions reign. Having a winged boy, who learned to fly on his own at a fairly young age, was no small task, but the nuns saw it as a challenge from God and so they persevered. But the boy's heritage would soon come to haunt him.

Flight

The boy, now in his mid teens and using the name Marcos, got into a fight with a local boy about his age over the fact that he was a "winged freak." The two got into a shouting match that turned violent. Punches were thrown, the two fairly evenly matched. Until Mark went into a rage and manifested glowing violet claws of pure spiritual energy and began mindlessly clawing at the other boy. The other kids there became victim to another manifestation of Mark's, a deadly disease born of his mere proximity. Shocked when he saw the boy torn to shreds and the others coughing and collapsing around him, he took flight and landed at the place he was found. Curled up with his wings wrapped tight around him, he cried himself to sleep.

Normalcy

Waking up the next morning, Mark flew away from his old life, vowing to not put the nuns or the other children in danger. He began a migratory lifestyle, never staying in any one area too long. Doing odd jobs for food or the meager wages to get food, he had to deal with his future. And that future, he decided, was America. Once he was eighteen, he flew to America and tried to deal with immigration. But he was turned away. So he entered anyway, finding his way to Millennium City to begin his life anew. Working for construction companies who would hire illegal immigrants, he kept his head low. He figured simply having wings in Millennium City wasn't enough to draw too much attention to himself, and he was largely correct.