Himitsu Ishikawa

User with this ability either is or can transform into an angel, a being connected and serving Higher Powers. Most commonly user simply manifests wings, inner glow and/or a halo manipulation, which is the usual form angels are imagined, but there are several kinds of angels who are far less humanoid, some ranging from strange to surreal.

For practical reasons angels can be divided into three groups defined by what they are formed from:

Physical Angels aren't necessarily solid matter, but they are material/energy beings with relatively defined/stable form and often at least somewhat human-like mind. Most users that aren't originally of angelic stock have this variation. Note that angels of this group aren't necessarily any weaker than those of the other groups, they are simply more "solid" in mind and body.

Spiritual Angels are completely spiritual beings, and thus far less bound to the laws of physics or single form. Many of them think in ways that are only tangentially relatable to humans, and their forms are both transient and often downright surreal.

Ethereal Angels are often both the most powerful and ancient angels, in some ways closer to sentient concepts than anything else. As such, relating to them in any way is likely impossible.
Applications
Physical Angels

Enhanced Condition or Supernatural Condition
Enhanced Combat
Enhanced Durability/Invulnerability
Enhanced Strength
Enhanced Speed
Weapon Manifestation
Wing Manifestation/Elemental Wings Manifestation

Spiritual Angels

Cosmic Awareness
Empathy
Energy Manipulation
Absorption
Barriers
Blasts
Constructs
Enhanced Condition or Supernatural Condition
Invulnerability
Malleable Anatomy/Shapeshifting
Spirit Physiology
Flight
Illusion Manipulation
Intangibility
Possession
Telekinesis
Teleportation

Ethereal Angels

Ethereal Physiology
Non-Corporeal Form
Extrasensory Perception
Immortality
Invulnerability
Intangibility
Omnifarious
Possession
Quintessence Force
Life-Force Generation
Supernatural Condition
Teleportation
Magic
Mana Manipulation
Elemental Manipulation
Energy Manipulation
Life-Force Manipulation
Resurrection
Telekinesis

Common Powers

Following powers are among the most common ones angels may have:

Banishment
Death Sense
Decelerated Aging or Semi-Immortality
Dream Manipulation
Elemental Mimicry/Energy Physiology
Elemental Manipulation
Light Manipulation
Fire Manipulation
Gravity Manipulation
Healing
Health Optimization
Holy Fire Manipulation
Invisibility
Light Element Manipulation
Holy Water Manipulation
Light Wind Manipulation
Light Earth Manipulation
White Fire Manipulation
White Lightning Manipulation
Mental Manipulation
Possession
Purification
Salvation
Space-Time Manipulation
Floortilting
Infinite Supply
Temporal Healing
Telepathy
Psychic Navigation
Weather Manipulation

Name: Master Swordsman
Type: Trained
Description: From the time Himitsu could walk and swing a stick, her "older brother" secretly taught her how to wield blades. After about twenty years of constant training you could call Himitsu an expert, or highly gifted sword user.

Born on a frigid February morning, Himitsu was the only child of a wealthy mafia family's head. For the first three years of her life, she was a happy child, loved by both parents; then one day, her mother grew violent towards her, her father growing distant. They seemed to blame her from them not being able to have any more children.

This is when she met a family servant, he was three years older than her, and he had been assigned to protect her. His hair was the softest blonde, his skin slightly tanned and without mar, eyes a pretty silver-blue. "I wanna be a warrior! I'll protect you Himitsu-sama!" He had exclaimed, swinging around a dagger. This boy's name was Satoshi. After he was assigned to her, they became inseparable, Himi dubbing him "big brother" since she couldn't pronounce his name correctly. Soon within four years, Satoshi had worked his way to the top of his class, learning to wield blades, cast magic and also becoming highly adept in close quarters combat. Slowly, and secretly, he began to teach Himitsu the things he learned.

She had shown much skill in blade wielding and magic casting, but she was still fragile and easily knocked around during hand to hand fighting, even with him being gentle. Training and playing and just being a kid with him gave her something to live for. She couldn't understand why her parents shunned her, couldn't understand why her mommy beat her, why she made her hurt so bad... But after every beating Satoshi would wash her up and heal her wounds with magic.

Forever burned into her memory was one day when little seven year old Himi conjured up a ball of water in front of her mom, trying to show her mother that she could actually do something, that she wasn't useless and pathetic. A little ball of water, about the size of a silver dollar in diameter, was conjured above her open palm as she exclaimed, "Look mommy! Isn't it pretty? Do you think I did good?"

The look on her mother's face spoke thousands of words; anger, spite, hate, disapproval, disgust, and abhorring condescension.... Regret. Regret was one that stuck out to Himitsu as her mother slapped her hand away, calling her an ignorant worthless child, telling Himitsu that she was a mistake as she swore and called the child a demon and a curse... "But mommy... Mommy, why do you keep hurting me? Stop, it hurts!" The girl would exclaim as her mother hit her with an open hand and a closed fist, grabbing her by her thin and fragile wrist, only to yank and twist, forcing her onto the ground with a new purple bruise. "Stupid, pathetic, weak and unwanted."

Even though she was constantly beaten for even the smallest of mistakes, she still strove to impress her parents... Just to get their attention... It would mean the world to her, just to hear them tell her that she did a good job... Were once she had fought to get away from the pain, she had learned that no matter what she did, she would never be able to change it, never escape. She would just lie there and take the hurt and then later cry, curling up close to Satoshi, where she believed that she was safe. Satoshi was her guiding light through all the hurt... He gave her something to strive for.

Her father had learned of the magic use from her mother, and instead of wishing to punish, he began to invest time in his only child, in his eyes, she was a valuable weapon, something he could use against the people that wished to do him harm, the people that wished to take his place. Finally, finally she had gotten her father's attention, mistaking his attention for care and love, when he only wished to exploit her...

Now she was nine years old, sitting at the long dinning table surrounded by her father's political friends, by other members of her family. Her father had even recently given her a birthday gift; a small golden chain necklace. Of course, unbeknownst to her, it was just something to buy her trust with, something to consolidate her loyalty to him, to make sure that she thought he cared for her so she wouldn't turn against him. At the head of the table her father sat, next to him, on his left side, his wife sat, and to his wife's left sat his daughter Himitsu. Satoshi sat on Himi's left side, always present to protect her. After all, protecting her was what he had been raised to do for as long as he could remember.

A man stood up at the end of the dinner party, a business partner of her father's. Walking up to her father, the man pulled a dagger from his sleeve, proceeding to stab him in the chest multiple times before a slash to the throat was connected... It all happened so fast, the assassin, he seemed enhanced, he moved faster than any normal human could. By the third stab Satoshi had already risen from his seat and thrown himself over Himitsu, taking her to the floor to protect her and by the time the throat cut was scored, a burst of magic was released by Satoshi, sending the assassin across the room and head first into the wall with great force. Panic was all around, people getting up and fleeing like startled beasts... Of course, Himi never saw her dead father's body, she wasn't allowed by Satoshi to see how the only thing connecting his head to his body was a few muscles and his spinal vertebrae.

No, Satoshi wouldn't allow her to see something like that, and without much crying, she accepted the fact that her father was gone. She hadn't had time to get attached to him before his demise... She didn't know how to react... Yes, she was saddened by the loss of life, but she didn't cry over it. Her mother had been made family head, and now more than ever guards flocked the huge white castle...

Now Himitsu was thirteen years old. Young and energetic still, eyes a soft pale blue, hair still tinged with light yellow, face still round and happy. Into the mountains her 'big brother' Satoshi had taken her. Years and years of strict practise. He had trained her in the arts of fighting well. She was going to hunt a magical creature. This was the day that she discovered and spared Re'yoak the Dragon's life from the kindness of her heart. It was the day that he had become bound to her via a magical contract, a "promise" of sorts. She had spared the dragon's life, and he had become indebted to her, he asked what she wanted him to do, and she had simply said, "Protect me until the life within my bones fades away and I am no longer on the mortal plane."

Fast forward! It's been almost two years, Himitsu was about two weeks away from turning fifteen years old, it was snowing outside, the white of the snow causing the city to shine even more. The doors to Himi's balcony where thrown open as she stood on the platform and twirled a white sword, exclaiming how beautifully natural the blade felt in her hand, about how it seemed like an extension of herself. Satoshi was out on the balcony with her, watching his charge as she showed him several new sword "tricks" that she had discovered on her own. He was further out on the balcony, whilst she was closer, or rather, in the doorway. It was a happy day for her, Satoshi was pleased with her, and so she was pleased with herself. She was no longer striving to make her mother proud, but was now striving to make her guard, closest friend and older brother figure proud. His attention, his happiness meant the world to her, she did not want to disappoint the eighteen year old.

But this had to have been the worst day of her life, no? One minute he was standing there talking, smiling at her, telling her she had done a good job... Then a sharp sound just started to reach her ears as she was knocked back with a burst of magic. Landing on her rump, she looked up just in time to see Satoshi's form drop to it's knees before falling flat on it's front... His face, the entire top of his head was gone... just... Blood was on her face, his blood was everywhere, lumps of his brain matter clinging to her, blood in her open mouth as she watched more blood pour from the area where the base of his brain should have been... Had he not pushed her, she would have been dead... But he hadn't completely saved her from all harm, after the bullet went through him, it continued on, just catching the flesh of her shoulder before the missile buried itself in the stone floor...

But she couldn't feel the pain of her shoulder wound as she let loose a blood curdling scream. He was gone, he had died protecting her, he had done his job admirably. But the fact that he died protecting her didn't matter to her. The loss of him hurt worse than anything she had ever felt. For months she didn't talk, move or anything. She was force fed through a tube, kept alive via the IVs in her thin arms. What did she have to strive for now that he was gone? Nothing.

Though she didn't physically speak, she was tortured mentally by her own mind. All the things she hadn't told him, all the things she had wanted to tell him... Those few moments of her getting pushed out of the way, those few moments of utter gore that had surrounded her, over and over the memory played, a vicious nightmare that she couldn't escape whether she was awake or asleep...

Then one day a new voice appeared in her head, she was nigh on sixteen by the time it spoke up. It told her things, told her that she wouldn't have to hurt any more if she only did one thing... Avenge Satoshi. Avenge him, make the world suffer the same pain she had been suffering. A vigour overtook her weakened body as she ripped the IVs from her arm, removed the tube from her throat and sat up. Getting dressed, she drained several servants of their life energy as she healed herself and restored her muscle mass. Taking a normal sword from a dead guard, she made her way to her own mother. The mother that had neglected to acknowledge her for her entire life, the woman that had abused and hurt her. She deserved pain.

What Himitsu did to her mother was rather... dark. Slow torture, pulling off finger and toe nails turned into cutting of fingers, turned to just sickly playing with the magic-less woman before cutting her torso open and letting her die. Her mother's tears of pain were wonderful to watch as they slipped down the narrow faced face of the older woman's face.
This is the time period where Himitsu forged Blasphemy and Callous, magically enhanced weapons with spells and various enchantments sang over them as they were crafted, greatly enhancing the weapons. She then stole away, not showing her face for nearly six years as she went through training herself up even more. A cruel mentor she had during those years, forcing her to balance on a bed of metal needles, whipping her when she made a mistake during stealth training... The pain hurt, and she was never healed, nor was she allowed to heal herself. Scabs on the bottoms of her feet would constantly crack, causing her to bleed all over the floor, making it easier to make mistakes.

Now Himitsu was twenty, nearing twenty-one years of age. With years of training under her belt, and Re'yoak by her side, she began her quest of vengeance. By the age of twenty-two she had killed everyone involved with the death of Satoshi, but in her last battle, her final opponent's blood had been infected with some sort of disease. His blood got into the wounds he had inflicted on her, and she became infected as well. She killed the man, but she was going to die. The disease didn't start to rear it's head until nearly a year later though, by then she was so delusional she called the sickness "Enlightenment". So much blood had been shed by her hands, she had gone through so much in the short twenty-three years of life she had lived, honestly, who could blame her for her insanity?

Nearly four years later, Himitsu was healed by a kind girl named Amaranth; then about a month and a half later agreed to under-go an experiment to obtain better DNA. Unknown to her Amaranth had someone "rewind" her back to fourteen years of age. Amaranth then changed her into an Angel/Magical Being hybrid.