Argus

He's a very sweet, bubbly guy that would hold the door open for strangers and give up his seat on the bus for the elderly. Argus is also the kind of guy who'd laugh while bashing a dude's head twice his size into the pavement with his huge, reptilian-like hands, but that's only when he's on the job.

Argus is almost always seen with a smile on his face, but for a long time, Argus was heavily conscious about his monsterous hands and would often try to hide or cover them. There were many aspects about his body that he didn't like. But the parts he couldn't cover or hide were, in his eyes, ugly and obvious flaws that always reminded him of his existance as a "failed experiment", "a fake angel", and "a hideous chimera wearing an angel's face".

Eyes of Argus

To be an Eye of Argus, is to be one of the Upper Realm’s spys on the ground. At least one hundred Eyes are sent down with the Council's blessing, to start their businesses, establish a life -an identity- in other Realms. The unspoken trade-off, however, was that all Eyes must directly report back to the Council with not only a log of their own activities and interactions, but for any and all topics of interest.

A Creature By Design

One of those Eyes died on their way from the Upper Realm through the cause of death remains a mystery. An individual named Pepp R. Mynt, happened to chance upon the body and eagerly took the chance to study it. At first glance, it seemed the body didn't exhibit any special or unusual traits, its compostion not disimilar to an average human. In Pepp R. Mynt's eyes, it was an utterly boring discovery that didn't even need to be recorded. But upon even closer inspection, his interest finally flared up when he found traces of an unknown energy emitted from the body in waves. A wide, wide grin spread across his face, with hints of manic facination sparked in his eye, as he said, "It seems the body is in need of further study. I may have finally found a suitable base for my next project."

Many months of digging around finally led Pepp R. Mynt to the term, Eye of Argus. It was the identity of the body he found and thus it was the name given to his creation.
Argus never knew what were Pepp R. Mynt's intentions for creating him. Upon his first breath and gaining consciousness on that operating table, Argus could vaguely remember the near-manic look in the candyman's eye as he'd list off the components that made up his biology.
Even far into the future where Argus left on his own to find an identity beyond being a "failed pet project", he never bothered to ask his "creator" anymore questions. Instead Argus was content to live independantly, determined to find the answers to his questions all on his own.

Notes/Extra

• Argus' wings are so large and heavy that they tend to drag on the ground, so he makes it a point to always try to keep them lifted or change into a coat when he goes out. Its also impossible for him fly or even glide with them.
• Just like most angels in this world, Argus has the ability to turn his wings into a coat/outterwear. Argus prefers to change them into a jacket with the appearance changing with his current wardrobe but always has a fur/feather collar.
• Likes to restaurant hop as a hobby
• His entire body will change colors depending on the phases of the moon. His skin, hair, and wings become darker/more saturated when the moon wanes, and becomes lighter/ less saturated as the moon slowly becomes a full moon.