Deciding to take a quick detour home, you stepped into the park, blades of grass curling beneath your boots distastefully. It's been awhile since you've seen trees and nature, you mused to yourself. The great outdoors were doing you good. Filling your nostrils with the scent of freshly cut grass, you strolled along the stone path, gazing past the women walking their dogs and children playing Frisbee. As you took a quick survey of the scenery before you, you spied a pair of eyes staring at you. They weren't scrutinizing, but it was a bit awkward to be stared at so intently.
Excuse me, you cough, trying to capture his attention. He blinked.
Uh, are you talking to me? He sat up straighter on the wire park bench.
Yes, you. Haha. I noticed you were staring at me.
Ah, yes! Very sorry about that, He brush a couple strands of white hair from his face, I was observing you, you see. I'm trying to draw people. He motioned towards his sketch pad and flipped it over so you could see. Scribbled on the white paper was a detailed drawing of you.
Wow, you're really good!
Thanks. Shrugging, he smiled. My name's Wiole, by the way. You can call me Wil.
Oh, I'm guest. You decided to take a seat beside him on the bench. What brings you to the park on such a nice day as this?
Eh, well...

Wil was born to a mildly prestigious family. They weren't the cream of the crop, but rather a branch off of it. His family had high expectations for their sons and daughters. They wanted their children to possess great powers and show the rest of the family how powerful they were. Sadly, Wil did not meet these high standards. Being the second child, Wil was expected to be stronger, more handsome than his older brother, who at the age of three had already flung his uncle across the yard. But into his seventh year, he had yet to show any sign of abilities. The type of air fairy Wil is shows abilities at five years and wings at ten. Their powers strengthen with age. Already Wil was being disregarded as his sister, two years younger than him, exhibited an adorableness and strong control of the weather. Day by day, Wil was being pushed into the corner and forgotten.

When Wil finally reached ten, there was a slight sliver of hope left for him. A few members of his family hoped that his wings could instill power in him. It was all demolished when Wiole, trying as hard as he could, could not summon his wings. It was a lost cause, they decided. That Wiole child was just another stain in the already diminishing family lines.

By the time Wil reached eighteen, he had been feed up with his family. He didn't want to spend his time in a place where he was ignored and his brother and sister's greater value was flaunted in his face every waking moment. As a child, Wil had always had an interest in art, even if nobody noticed. Finally he could go somewhere where his ability could be expressed. Wil left as soon as he could, heading to the city to find an opportunity there. Nobody but his kind sister would miss him. Nor did they care anyway, the faster the burden on their lives left, the better.

Wil faced a bit of a problem when he got into the city. A money problem that is. With only a scrapping of money in his pockets, Wil rented an apartment on a rather shabby side of town. The building was pretty empty and drab on the outside, but the inside was in a very good condition.

Now a days, Wil works various part time jobs, currently one in a bookshop, and attends a local college. His aspirations for the future are to become a graphic designer or perhaps an illustrator. Life has become more and more difficult though as the type of fairy Wil is, is sought after by "collectors" and people in power. You see, Wil has the capabilities to kill discreetly and without much effort. Cutting off air to someone without ever touching them is a powerful trait. Alas Wil is not a murderous or vindictive person, mind you. But the future is unsteady... Without the protection of his family, Wil is indeed up for grabs...

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