Malcolm pushed himself against the strong currents of wind, ignoring the rain stinging his eyes to the best of his ability. He tucked in his wings to gain acceleration as he swooped downwards onto his apartment building. He ran quickly inside and shook his wings out. God he hated storms. Bracing himself, he began to work on concealing his wings. Pushing them flat out, he slowly pulled them back inside his body, grinding his teeth together at the pain. He hated this part the most. He leaned against the railing of the stairs, forcing back his scream of pain. There was a loud snap as his wing dislocated itself. He let a grunt and whimper escape, keeping his tears in check. As soon as the wings struggled to hide under his skin, he sucked in a large breath, shakily letting it out. He let go of the railing and descended the stairs despite his aching back. His trench coat swirled as he turned around the corner onto the 19th floor. He unlocked the door to his apartment and sighed, removing his trench coat and carelessly throwing it towards the couch. He approached the mirror and examined the new welts forming over his scars from where his bones extend. He was thankful he healed beyond the human capacity, so his skin already created a fresh new layer of skin. Name: Malcolm Evans Age: 21 Species: Avian Looks: His hair is short at the top but has a ponytail that ends at the bottom if his shoulder blades. His has very pale skin and off yellow eyes. He's about 5'11 and wears a long black trench coat that has slits in the back for his raven-like wings to fold out of. He usually has a bunch of chains attached to his dark jeans.