((Ah,thanks for clearing that up :) ))
Through the forested area of the secluded island a seemingly large black puddle of what resembled tar slowly moved along the ground.. From the puddle a head emerged taking the form of a fairly dark skinned young man. "I'm..getting used to being this abomination.."
A few seconds later the puddle of tar retracted,and took the form of the rest of his body. Very chubby wearing a plain white shirt,and black jeans. Lequan scratched his stomach. The aftermath of the many tests,and experiments altered him drastically,though the only visible changes were his arms being as black as darkness itself. "I'm awfully hungry. Hope I don't have to put up a fight for some food..or someone."
He noticed the trail of blood,and curiously followed until he came upon a wounded winged girl. "This is something I don't see everyday. You okay? Well,obviously not,but..."