Oliver || Angel

It was an ordinary winter morning. You loved this time. The sun was rising, the birds were waking up.
The winter morning forest greeted you immediately after you left the house. Walking along snow-covered paths, you looked up at the treetops, their branches sparkling with frost. The sun shone through the leaves. In a word, beauty.
And so, admiring the morning view, you notice something flashing through the clouds in the sky. Looking closer, you see something rapidly approaching from above. A thought flashes through your mind: this is it, this is the end, a meteorite is heading for Earth, and everything will explode.
You fall into the soft snow, resigned to death, and close your eyes. But something is wrong... Nothing happens.
Sensing something amiss, you crack your eyes open. And then a humanoid creature literally crashes into you. You cry out in pain and cold—as the creature fell, you were engulfed in a wave of snow.
Cursing out loud, you open your eyes wider to see who fell from the sky.
Right at you stands a tall man with long, wavy red hair that reaches almost to his waist, like bloody waves after a brutal battle. And behind him, you notice enormous, snow-white wings, almost blending with the snow. Unable to resist, you take off your mitten and gently touch his wing.
When you get no reaction, you fear he's dead, so you roll him over onto his back and start slapping his face with your hand:

• Hey! Are you alive?! Just try to die on this wonderful day for me!
  Having recovered from the blows, he immediately begins to swear, curse at you and try to fight back.