To the twenty-five of you who saw this on dA, not including the times when I viewed it, yes, I do have a FA acc. To those who might be goin', "What tarnation is this?" and, to those on FurryMUCK, "Hold on, isn't YOUR character on here a skydiving fox?", this is actually my sister's drawing, not mine. (I suck at art, trust me.) Now that that's out of the way....

Angel's bio is on dA, but I'm not gonna bother copying and pasting it here. Reason being I want to spool off and give you a little story of, well, the picture came to be in the Sonic world, not to mention time constraints.

An amber light blinks on next to the door of a majestic, two engine aircraft. Inside, Angel Mikailov, 13, jumps up from her seat and reaches for her parachute. "Alright, alright, hold your horses," she grumbles as she throws the parachute onto her back, tugging on her harness's straps. Her eyes, on a whim, look out the window and notice the snowflakes gently falling toward the ground below. Her neutral expression turns into a smirk, out of irony that parachuting helps her drift down from the sky just like a snowflake. Her ice blue jumpsuit makes her easy to see in the winter, and goes well with her main parachute canopy's colors, but, on sunny days, makes her want to get a jumpsuit in a color other than blue just to make her more noticable in freefall, but is often put off by the fact that she'd have to get a new main canopy just to get the colors of the jumpsuit and the parachute to match. (The price of the jumpsuit's pretty low, but what worries her is the fact that new model parachutes are generally ram-air instead of circular, so she'd have to get used to having to deploy her parachute yards, maybe miles away from her imaginary target just so she could glide there.) Just as she grips the handrail to pull herself to the door, the light turns to yellow, and the door opens. Yellow is rarely used among skydivers, but it means that the plane is stabilizing.
Angel tightens her grip on the handrail, before realizing that she forgot her helmet. She reaches for it with her left hand, and, thankfully, the helmet's just barely in reach. She fastens it on just in time to see the green light. Impulse throws her out of the plane, exposing her face to temperatures closing in on -20 degrees Fahrenheit; worse than the winter in Iowa in '09, and that's just the windchill at high speeds! Her jumpsuit flaps in the wind, about ready to stiffen, and her cord's just a vertical line! She hits terminal velocity not five seconds after her jump, turning the snowflakes into white blurs. 7,000 feet below her, a clearing between highways and forest is marked with an imaginary blue and red target, and tempts her to pull her ripcord. However, she remembers that the 'chute is altitude locked; no matter how many times she pulls the cord, it won't open until she hits 4,000 feet, by which point the 'chute will give an auditory, but not annoying, beeping noise.

Angel takes a moment to check the wind speed by dropping a sort of probe, which, in the few seconds it has before it hits the ground, being small, takes measurements of the wind and sends it back to her altimeter. "Hmmm, still quite calm," she thinks to herself, and adjusts her position (to just above her imaginary target) accordingly. She rips a small, cylinder-like object from her harness and throws it behind her, deploying a black and red Prower Parachutes issue drag 'chute. The 'chute doesn't last long (only about four seconds) before it breaks off, having done its job... Just in time for her 'chute to start beeping. She claws at the ripcord with her right hand and pulls with such aggression (The weather IS freezing after all; deployment mechanism could have frozen, so force like that could literally "break the ice".) that the cord literally pops right out of the deployment mechanism, giving it a sort of one foot length. The parachute bursts out of her pack with the same aggression she had when she pulled the cord, jerking her body upright.

Angel looks up to make sure the canopy deployed successfully, and gives a thumbs up to the plane circling above, its signal to get out of Dodge and land. "Oh! How'd that giant snowflake get up on my parachute?" she jokes, crossing her arms as if to say "hmph" but in a completely different context. Her parachute, white with sky blue stripes and a giant snowflake in the center, is a tribute to the winter, not to mention hard to miss in the sky. She kicks back, grabs her 'chute's risers, and begins to enjoy the descent...