Leon Forge
Some people made it through their changes inconspicuously. Leon is not one of them.
At six and a half feet tall and built like an underwear model and with a face to match, Leon is undeniably good-looking. With a glance, his emerald eyes and chiseled jaw could launch a thousand traffic accidents. Leon is young, though height and fitness of body make judging the exact number tricky - he could pass for anywhere from eighteen to thirty, with the onlooker second guessing themselves themselves from moment to moment. And sure, Leon is a strikingly good looking man. But that's not where his change is inconspicuous.
Jutting from his shoulders, Leon boasts a broad set of downy wings. His feathers, ranging from finger-length to over a foot long are a bright, canary yellow. Folded, they take up as much space as a medium-sized backpack, but spread to an elegant twenty feet.
At six and a half feet tall and built like an underwear model and with a face to match, Leon is undeniably good-looking. With a glance, his emerald eyes and chiseled jaw could launch a thousand traffic accidents. Leon is young, though height and fitness of body make judging the exact number tricky - he could pass for anywhere from eighteen to thirty, with the onlooker second guessing themselves themselves from moment to moment. And sure, Leon is a strikingly good looking man. But that's not where his change is inconspicuous.
Jutting from his shoulders, Leon boasts a broad set of downy wings. His feathers, ranging from finger-length to over a foot long are a bright, canary yellow. Folded, they take up as much space as a medium-sized backpack, but spread to an elegant twenty feet.