Forge was born with wings. The how and why is a mystery. They were small and underdeveloped, easily hidden by oversized shirts. His mamá told him his wings were a gift from God, but why would God give him such weak and useless things, their feathers ragged and worn, the bones and muscles too fragile and small to lift him? What kind of blessing could they be, he wondered, if they could not do the one thing they were surely built to do?

When Yordani was 10, his mother died of a heart condition no one had known she had. He returned him from school to find her on the floor of the kitchen, already cold. A neighbor called the EMTs when they heard his cries, and when a paramedic tried to pull him away from his mother's body, the neck of his worn out t-shirt tore, and his wings were exposed.

Thankfully, the world was not all horror stories waiting to unfold. His wings made him quickly famous, but fame was as fickle and fragile as his wings themselves. For a little over a year, he basked in the limelight, but his story, like all others before, became old. When the world realized that Forge's wings were flightless, and that there wasn't the answer to turning men into angels locked into his genetic code, he was quickly forgotten.

Then, at 12, he was adopted by an older couple with money to spare and no children of their own. They decided together that it was best they try to have his wings removed, and he went into surgery at the age of 13. Things went quickly wrong. The nerves and muscles to his wings and arms were too bound together, too shared and confused. The surgeons were sure everything went well, assuring Yordani's adopted parents that he would recover just fine, right up until the moment he woke up and couldn't feel his right arm. There was nothing they could do to fix it.

Life went on. Yordani kept his arm in a sling to keep it out of the way, learned to get through life left handed, and developed even more of an obsession with technology than he had had before. He started tinkering. His first project was modifying video game controllers so he could play with one hand. From there, it was on to rebuilding and then building computers, making upgrades and improvements, and then, at the age of 18, he got accepted into MIT and began to study robotics with a focus on prosthetics. He joined the school's robotics team, and when each member was given a nickname, he became known as Forge. The name stuck with him ever since.

His adopted mother died when he was 20, his adopted father following a year later, the same year he graduated from university. Left with funds and free time, he began to experiment. By the time he was 23, he had built himself a fully functioning pair of prosthetic wings. To get them to work, however, he had to lose his arm; since the muscles and nerves that tied wing to arm were dead and damaged, they had to be replaced as well. Never one to take the safe road, Yordani traded his arm for a top of the line cyber prosthetic and regained his wings in one grueling 27 hour long surgery. There was, it seemed, no hope in giving others wings, cybernetic or otherwise; his work because he already had changes to his body needed to use them.

Now, at 25, he is world famous for the second time in his life. But, gifted as he may be, he's no hero, no Tony Stark and no Angel. While the world may know him as the man with the metal wings, he runs a company that builds and improves prosthetics, nothing more and nothing less. And while he doesn't know whether a God exists, or if He gave him his first pair of wings, it doesn't matter to him anymore. After all, he built his real wings himself.

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