A large angel in a straitjacket fell to earth with a resounding thud, looking as if someone had kicked him onto the paved floor. He blinked a few times but did not open his eyes much, the perpetual grin on his face widening in an unsettling manner as if the sides of his face were cracked porcelain. He was almost cute as he quickly bounced up like he was used to finding himself in unexpected spots. His white feathered wings stretched out carelessly, smacking his surroundings with quick movements.

He ended up dancing and bumbling about, although he was deceptively strong, and destroyed objects and buildings by running into them. As he sensed a being nearby, he almost barreled straight through them, sensing their presence despite his closed and blissful eyes. "Who goes there? You wanna be my friend?" Impetael was not the sharpest tool in the shed but was one of the friendliest and most delightful angels around. His entire existence practically radiated with rapturous activity, no matter where he wandered.