Mortal Key

Name:Roaran

Age:14

Description: Tall human about 5 feet. His pitch black hair goes past his neck. His dirty cheeks repsresent the his life on the road, seeking a friend, a family. His pants were once ble but now they were white and faded. His shirt was a torn undershirt covered by a flight jacket he recieved from his father before he went to war. His mom is dead and his dead is gone at war and as far as anyone knows, his dad is dead to.
Bio: Parents: None Siblings: Only child. Girlfriend: Killed by demons.
Goal: To kill all demons.

Roaran stands up from where he was sitting. Someone had just thrown out the garbage and he was ready for breakfast. As he bent over to look in the trash he slipped. His hand caught the blade of a can of soda and it ripped his arm. The caught was deep and blood was everywhere. He tried to cover it with something but nothing worked. He was losing blood fast. His arm was starting to turn white.
Roaran jumped out of the trash and ran. People stared at him, or more specificaly his arm. He wondered how cruel these people had to be to see a teenager on the verge of dying and then just staring, gawking. Had they never had anyone help them. The cruel, insane, horrible people.
Roaran was about to give up and just die of loss of blood when he heard something. It was...a ringing noise. He looked forward. NOthing. Then he saw it. IT was an angel.