The earth will be plunged into a eternal bloodbath unless 3 losers can put on the best damn talent show heaven's ever seen.
'Aviary' Johnson. Local camera guy, and so, so tired. Tired of faer college degree, tired of family "discussions", tired of the same kinds of mindless, petty violence done over and over again. None of the current movements are appealing, Aviary just wants to start from scratch. Watch the world burn, and use the ashes for something better.
Fae was working as a intern for [SafeHouse Heights], a building and area old enough for much to be forgotten. Including a fancy little knife and book, detailing exactly how to drag forth beasts unknown in the name of Conquest. Bathe the insolent masses in their own blood and muck, with Heaven none the wiser.
Aviary was hesitant, there was practically nothing else to go off of here. But there were only so many events, so many times where fae was asked to record for another shitty rock band that thinks their music will change the fucking world, before something truly drastic had to be done.
If fae couldn't find a way out, then Aviary just had to make that everyone else's problem.