Syren shrugs. "been to church lately? i have look a likes usually in the stained glass windows." he gestures to his wings, their ominous blackness contrasting heavily with the paint covering the walls. " granted, these apendages do have their uses, so long as their owner isnt religous. or, at least not super religous." he sighs. "maybe you know me, or once did, or one day will know me. i truly cannot see your future, nor mine. all i can tell you is my name is Syren, and i am just like you. born upon this plane of existence, existing with ailments that put me at odds with the humans of this world." he looks at his hand, generating a burst of sparks before closing it into a fist. "but they will pay for berating me. and for berating the rest of our kind. i will see to that." he looks over at the three, then shakes his head, blinking. "so, a group? whats it called?"
