A young man with brass angel wings. He looks gloomy, but he supports anyone else.
He's always encouraging others even though his hope might be all for naught. Alone, he usually frowns while he rethinks his decisions.
Besides the wings on his back, he has a scimitar with a bronze handle, and an era-relevant sidearm.
Nothing special until he was pulled from a crowd and asked if he would take part in history. Warren glowingly accepted and was escorted to a local university where they made the surgery. To this day, as long as he has coal, he can live forever through the artificial parts he was given throughout history.