I used to be a top pro hero, until the villain wars permanently destroyed my powerful red wings, and my will to fight. I have golden eyes. I wake up nightly with nightmares of the wars, and prefer the seclusion of my cabin in the mountain forest because of my PTSD. Losing my wings was worse than losing my legs. I lost my freedom to soar through the skies, and lost my identity as a pro-hero. I'm still kind, caring, protective, and compassionate, but I gave up on ever finding love.