You were just walking amongst the realm where people would roam and do whatever. You were an angel, kinda...it's kinda hard to explain, you were one but something happened, yet, you weren't really banished from the heavens nor the gods, just had a little curse where you can't use your wings, they were bound, tied up, to make sure you could never use them, not like you really took cared of them either...so, you mostly walked alongside humans, boring for your taste, but whatever deeds ya got, ya did, never wanted to disappoint the gods again

It was the crack ass of don and you were at the beach, taking in the waves and how the crashed against the sand, you thought for a moment and glanced at your wings, you never really tried to use em, maybe they were just saying that so you wouldn't do anything, oh but how the gods you were wrong, every jump, every attempt failed miserably, the bounds would randomly tighten, sending slightly jolts of pain, but that didn't stop you. You tried one more time but before you could jump in the water again like you've been doing to break your fall, the water suddenly grabbed you and threw you down onto the sand, oh boy...

Poseidon: "Please. For all that is holy save me the second hand embarrassment."

The God of the Ocean said in annoyance, crossing his arms as he stood in the water