ThunderAngel
I am Angel. My full name is Angel Everett Foster, but everyone calls me Angel. Always have. That name comes from my mom, who always said I had the eyes and soul of an angel. Everett....well, that was my dad's idea. It was my grandfather's name and very important to my dad to pass it on. I was born in New York. My family was never poor, but we never had everything that my dad wanted us to. He wanted so much more for me and my mom. That is why he made a large investment with a friend he met at business meeting one night. He invested in a little known company at the time named Microsoft. His friend was Bill Gates. Needless to say, we weren't in that little apartment long before we started seeing the results of dad's investment. I was given the best of everything from that point on, so yes, I'm a little rich kid. I don't show it off (too much), nor do I rub it people's faces. Whatever I have is available to any of my friend's at anytime. I am a very giving and caring person. Guess my mom was right, huh? That is why I wanted to become a doctor. I studied in the NYU pre-med program. While I was in my second year, my parents died in a car accident. I took it hard and threw myself into my studies. I was offered a chance to study abroad, and I accepted. I went to France to study and started helping as much as I could with the outreach program that they had there. I spent most of my time giving medical attention to little towns and villages surrounding Paris. That is where I met Jean Lebeau. He was rather a recluse in the villages, but was oddly respected. He always has an imposing pet with him: a large white wolf he called Razan. I befriended him and he started to notice something he liked in me as well. I fell sick with a rare cancer, and it was unlikely that I would recover. That is when Jean decided that whatever he saw in me was not to be lost yet. He came to my room in the hospital one night and made his offer and gave me reasons. I was shocked at first, but thinking logically as I do, I knew that I didn't have any other options. He embraced me there, and the next day I was doing remarkably better. The doctors couldn't believe it and wanted to study me. I declined and left to stay with Jean. He taught me all that he could before he was killed. The villagers knew what Jean was, and one day one of the villagers was murdered, drained of blood. Jean was blamed and the villagers attacked him without notice. The villagers also knew that I had been changed as well, but Razan held them off with me as I explained. Jean hadn't killed the girl and neither had I. I let them watch me that night, and when it happened again; they knew I was right. They apologized, but it was to late. They gave me my katana as a condolence, but I couldn't stay there. I was a chylde with no sire. I left for the states, taking Razan, my new friend, with me. We finally arrived in Boston, where I was taken in by Mikal and my new Ravnos family.