In an accident during a jet-to-fucking-flying-fortress crash, flames had taken the young pilot's own wings, debris tearing his leg off, and but a stub left for a tail from the damage. Falling from the sky, and fortunate enough to land in a considerably forgiving swamp, the man was later recovered by his military and was marked dead, or, good as dead in the coming hours.
Locke Firehaart was the pilot's name, and with such a disaster he'd been caught in, it's amazing what will alone can push your body to survive.
Days and days had passed, and not even a coma had taken him from his consciousness.
Debatable if a blessing or curse he had to endure every moment of his recovery, but having felt it all, he decided he knew he had to continue fighting.
"Afraid of the sky?" The airforce had asked, but he disagreed. He wasn't going to let up on his position with the elite pilots. But upon offer of a new jet, he refused.
"I don't want a new jet."
"I want to be the jet."
They'd laughed, and laughed, but his face was stern.
Well. They managed to make just the unit for his tail to give him that propulsion. Replaced his wings with metal, by his own request. And given the best leg replacement they could construct.
No missiles required, this man has the light weight and speed to spread those cutting wings out and make his way through several aircrafts with ease, leaving them in an explosion. Even in the coming years, the fortress that once might have been the death of him was left falling from the heavens in a single cut through their central reactor.

The Nickname "Hot Wings" was given to him, as it originally was meant to be given to their upcoming series of fighter jets. But instead, felt he had at least earned his own, exclusive, meaningful title.


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So yeah, new character! Just discovered, birds can be all angles! Hahaha! oh man