★ ANGEL ADORE.

"I AM THE ONE YOU WANT AND WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE."

PAST...

Born and raised in Wisconsin by a family filled with instruments and music, Angel was destined to live a life of song and luxury as soon as he took his first breath. His voice hitting breathtaking highs and beautiful lows by the time he was nine, his family had always put him on the highest pedestal possible; he was showered in fame, attention, and anything little Angela could ever want was gently placed right into his lap with a snap of his fingers. As he was often recovering from surgeries and physiotherapy, his passion for music and fame was what kept him motivated. His voice only grew bigger and bigger as he got older, and as he turned twenty-one years old, you could find him sitting with his legs neatly crossed, heels fitting for the occasion, champagne in one hand, wearing a gorgeous black dress with a white fur jacket. A polite, self-assured smile sitting nicely formed on his face, he was right where he belonged. He was nowhere near the truly big leagues, but he was going to aim right for it.

Little did anyone know that just a year later, Angel would sit in the middle of the street, all eyes on him, and not for the right reasons. Covered in blood, gore, staring down with shell-shocked eyes at the still body of a man... it was a gruesome, grotesque freak accident- but as far as the public was concerned, Angel now had blood on his hands.

That experience... flipped a switch inside of him. News outlets everywhere came to the conclusion that he'd committed a spontaneous, brutal murder in broad daylight- had the fame finally gotten to Angel Adore?-, while his family did everything to control the damage. Angel was questioned for hours, and his family was determined to find the best lawyer in the entire state in an attempt to rule it as self-defense, anything to keep him out of prison. Anything to preserve his name. On the date of his trial, however, Angel was nowhere to be found. He was not about to rot in prison had it gone wrong, and he was not about to lose control of his life.

He bailed. He ran, and he ran far.

Eventually finding himself sleeping and skulking in the alleys of Los Santos, Angel's life had turned completely upside-down. His wanted status had him too shaken to step out of the shadows, and with no way to earn money, he found himself having to hide behind dumpsters and corners to gain the element of surprise. Learning the art of knocking people out cold, stealing their cash, and finding a new alley to lurk in, was one he took to almost as quickly as he took to music. Weeks like this turned into months. Months that gave him a lot of time to think, and a lot of things to dwell on... and a lot of things to get angry about. He hated this life, damn it-- he was going to be a star one way or another, he was dead-set on that. If the public had decided he was a horrible killer, then fine. His dream of being the beautiful, elegant singer he was destined to be was crushed underneath the heel of a dead man, underneath the heel of being at the wrong place at the wrong time; public perception was out of his control, so why the fuck not make it true? He had nothing to lose now.

He needed more money anyway. To claw back the comfortable lifestyle he once had, he needed more. If he couldn't be a star above ground, he was going to be a star in the shadows. Getting his hands on surgical tools, a flip phone, and a whole lot of coolers, he was starting to climb the ladder in the black market. It was a source of cash, and he already knew how to knock people out; organs are so, so much more valuable than what's in someone's wallet if you're looking to sell the right places. As the years passed, his expertise grew as well; extracting more and more without damage, cutting muscle to follow the lines of the body naturally, to recognise disease, bad livers, priceless hearts, knowing prices at a glance, and making sure the corpses were never found.

He bought back the clothes he loved to wear. The gorgeous cocktail dresses, the fur coats, the expensive necklaces... he could have it all again. He'd still have to remain in the shadows, sure, but this time, he was doing something so much more satisfying than singing.

And that was before the job offer.

PRESENT...

HUGE WIP I STILL NEED TO WRITE THIS DESPITE IT BEING HIS SETTING LOL

ok so quick rundown, this isnt at all complete though;
- gwa/br>

ANGEL

WORK IN PROGRESS BABEY