Carmichael was born in Guildford, in Surrey county in England. His parents were well-to-do, and that was a good thing, since… well, he was born with wings. Tiny little stubby things that he folded up underneath his shirt most of the time when he was little. Oh but it didn't take long for his peers to find out. Even from a young age, Carmichael was always being called things like "chicken wings" and "chicken little". But to be fair, they did look absolutely ridiculous, tiny naked things that they were.
Another reason it was good that his parents were well-to-do? Carmichael metabolized like a nuclear furnace. He ate constantly, yet never seemed to gain weight. He was extremely skinny growing up, until his parents figured out that he needed more food than a normal child for some reason. But aside from that, as far as he knew, his childhood was about as normal as a kid with wings could be.
But see… Carmichael had always known he was different. Not just because of the wings. You see, his father had been a Guardian angel at one time, one who willingly left Heaven because he had fallen in love with Carmichael's mother — who he, as a Guardian angel, was supposed to protect. Carmichael was thus Nephilim, a product of the "sons of God" with the "daughters of Man".
Not that he knew that. His father chose to maintain a human form, and neither one of his parents told him that. There were, they said, simply people in this world who were "different", and Carmichael was one of them.
His parents tied to keep him in normal schools as long as they could, not wanting him to feel like he wasn't just a normal boy except for his wings. But when his age climbed to double digits, those wings just got too big for him to hide. They started growing scrubby patches of down feathers that soon became a full set of flight feathers.
Unfortunately the teasing from his classmates increased too, and he started getting into fights at school. After a fight where he injured another boy seriously, his parents realized he just couldn't go to a normal school anymore. So his parents packed him off to Coral Springs!
ENERGY: Carmichael is able to manipulate a pale yellow-hued energy in the form of blasts or beams. It tends to take a similar form to lasers when he does this. He's also capable of using just enough to make himself glow faintly, to create enough light to see by. This energy isn't magical, but rather a side-effect of his wings "collecting" solar energy.
PHYSICAL: Carmichael can punch through solid brick, and leave dents in steel at full strength. He rarely uses his full strength, though, for fear of hurting himself or others. He can also form his energy into physical forms to use for attack, usually swords and the like.
ANGELIC BODY: Carmichael is half-angel, so his body is quite a bit stronger than it should be. His skin is roughly twice as tough as a human's, his bones possess about twice the hardness that a normal human's do, his muscles possess roughly twice the power for their size, and he heals a little faster. Mind, it's not regen; if he loses a limb, it's gone. And he pays for all of this — his greater physical strength and faster healing — by needing to eat about twice as many calories as a normal kid his age.
BIRD TALK: Perhaps there's something to that whole 'Eagle Host' business. Because Carmichael has the ability to communicate with birds. They don't say much — just calls for mates, calls of danger, territorial claims, etc. Except crows. They usually have something important to say.
FLIGHT: Carmichael has a large pair of wings on his back, and they're very much capable of carrying him in full flight. He can hit speeds of nearly 300 mph, but realistically he won't ever fly that fast — he'd need protective gear to avoid windburn. His skill is in his maneuverability; being used to a world that's not made for people with wings he's had to learn to dodge around obstacles well.
LAY ON HANDS: If he concentrates hard enough, Carmichael can heal injuries or cure poisons. He can't replace limbs or organs that are outright MISSING, but he can close a wound or clear toxins from another's body. This takes a good deal of concentration and he can't do this when there's a lot of distractions, so no battle-healing.
MINOR MIRACLES: His angelic physiology makes a few minor but useful things possible. He can understand and communicate basic concepts ("I'm hungry", "Where's the bathroom?", "I'm injured", etc.) in languages not his own. He radiates an aura of safety, making him and those around him less likely to be targeted by random violence (though those who have a focused intent to harm him still can, and even half-angels have bad days). He can ward an area against evil, but these are weak at best, and fade quickly when he's not there; this tends to happen to his living area thanks to shed feathers. He can imbue a single feather with the ability to either protect one person from a single instance of harm OR be able to locate them when necessary (he must choose which when he imbues the feather); additionally this must be a LIVE feather, one plucked from his wings.
SOLAR BATTERY: Carmichael's wings absorb sunlight, converting it into fuel for his energy abilities. It's not quite enough to offset his need to replenish the energy he uses with food, but it's enough to keep him functioning so that he won't enter starvation mode, even if he can't eat enough, as long as he doesn't use his energy abilities.
SWORDSMANSHIP: While he was growing up, his father taught Carmichael how to use a sword. Carmichael thought it was a weird thing to teach somebody in the modern era, but he learned it nonetheless. And as it so turns out, he was pretty darn good at it.
FEATHERBOMB: Carmichael has wings. And they're rather large. As much as many would love to be able to fly, having these large wings is a major pain in the butt, for several reasons. It's near-impossible to hide them. They make him take up much more room than a boy his age should. And they're constantly molting, leaving feathers everywhere. Shirts and coats are a pain to find; he has to have his tailored to fit him, which costs more money. Most buildings aren't made for people with wings, so he has to be careful that he doesn't hit them or get them caught on things. He has to sit backwards in chairs much of the time. Preening — which is not just birds being vain, but rather keeping the feathers in order so their wings will continue to be aerodynamic — is a HUGE pain in the butt, and he often needs help.
MUNCHIES: Because of his physical condition and his energy abilities, Carmichael has to eat. A LOT. If he doesn't get the proper amount of calories, he runs the risk of not being able to use his abilities when he needs them. Meaning whenever he DOES have to use them, he ends up needing to replenish his energy with a combination of sunbathing (which can be hard or impossible during the winter/rainy seasons) and eating large amounts of carbohydrates.