My wings are
only white because the
darkness fears to cling
to them... ... ...

all dark angels...
all angels of darkness...
all fallen angels...
demonds... devils... rejects...
all whom are forsaken are welcome here to stay,
as long as need be to heal your wounds...
from the fall...

NAME: Crimson Star (just call him star, or Indigo) (pilot of unit 001, NightHawk001).
AGE: 15 (highly advance mindset, actual age=15, mindset
age=22, standard persons mind=20 clicks per second,
computer=150 clicks per second, pilot of unit 001=247
clicks per second).

RACE: Human (hybrid, bred for reflex, ingenuity, and intelligence)

EYES: Blue, Red on occasion (Red only during combat)

HAIR: Short White, porcupine-ish afro

DISCRIPTION: about 6’2” about 110lbs plain white top(button down) with black jeans.
While in unit 001 wears a skin tight polyfiber one piece suit
(that only leaves the head exposed) no weapons, but has a med kit in the cockpit.
Mostly mellow and agreable, becomes a blood-lusting, heartless,
merciless warrior during battle, leaves NO survivors, doesn’t
discriminate between friend and foe unless ordered to.
Requires orders to do anything, does anything is ordered to, would slit his own throat
if he was ordered to. Loyalties lie with his commander and other assorted higher-ups,
given 5 minutes can learn all basic controls (movement, weapon systems, transformations
(if any), power, speed, agility limits, Etc.) of any vehicle, given 1 hour, can figure
out all highly advance controls ( all

__________________________ of the above advance movement, advance battle strategy,
dodging, advance maneuvering (dodge, barrel role, reversal back drop, helix, other advance
dodging “tricks”, Etc.) has several scars from various battles,
one on his cheek, from a 9mm round that missed(due to enhanced
reflexes) and A large scar across his mid chest from the fragmentation
of an enemy plane, the tip of the wing slit through the cockpit, the
controls the suit he was wearing, the pilot himself, ant the seat behind
him, the wing piece was 4 foot long and had to be removed after the
battle, using several clamps and a crane, he barely lived, but
he could care less, as long as his orders were followed. There was
a roomer that the commander had ordered him to live through the
injury and the following surgery, but the commander denies this

VEHICLE: Veritech model YF-1R, also uses variation Super YF-1R (more armor
and weaponry) variations of this vehicle include the battloid (humanoid
variation) , guardian mode(human/jet crossover) , and the Fighter mode (jet fighter)

BACKGROUND: [Genetic scientist speaking]Crimson Star (named for his eyes
during battle) is a genetic clone from two specimens who’s identities we do
not wish to disclose. He is an Asian hybrid, bred for accuracy, efficiency,
and unquestioned orders. Due to the fact that he is a clone, he is sterol,
as is the unfortunate reality of clones, though we do not expect him to find a
mate for lack of the feeling known as love. He has no feelings that we have
discovered so far, and “opens up” to no one that have monitored, though he
will be monitored himself for reasons we do not wish to reveal.

POWERS: none specifically analyzed, but we suspect he can adapt to any situation
and still come out alive.

Casual Crimson Star (Aka: Indigo)

Pilot Suit, Aka, Berserk mode
(Aka: Crimson Star/ Red)