Kei Souma
I don't know exactly who my parents are, or where I am from. All I know is that I was brought into an orphanage. The nun said that mama was a pretty young lady but she never met papa. I was just about six months old when my mama gave me up, but they said that she was trying to help me. I don't know for sure but if that's what they say, i'll believe it. When I turned fifteen, the orphanage went out of business and most of the other orphans were adopted. The other's were brought to other orphanages. I just stayed where I was and worked on the streets until I could get enough money. By the time I was sixteen I had my own apartment. It wasn't the best, and i'm sure mama would have wanted me to have a better place, but at least it had heating and such.
A few months after I moved into my new home, I came across an odd mark on my right shoulder--Just above my chest. It was in the shape of a wing, oddly, but the color of a scar. What was it supposed to be? Why did I have it on my arm? So many times, so many years, and none of these had I noticed the mark on my shoulder. Countless searches and studying but I found absolutely nothing. It was so frustrating when I could not come to a conclusion!
I went about my daily life, working at the diner down the road and going to school. I soon forgot about the mark until I turned seventeen and was emitted to the hospital. You see, I had gotten into a car accident and they needed to take blood and such. Anyways, I looked at myself in the mirror of the bathroom as I changed out of the hospital gown and my eyes could not leave the mark. That wing, so dull and lifeless yet so eye catching and brain numbing. I simply let it be and went along my life.
"My name is Kei Souma, and I am Flightless"
