originally, youngmi did not want or intend to come to earth. he came from a loveless place. you would think, the heavens would be one of the most wonderful places to dwell. but they were warriors. cold, rutheless,  thye carried out their orders well. there was no praise, only judgement and punishment for those who had sins to atone for. and then, there was youngmi. created on a sunny day, the short, warm angel did not find many friends. he didn't like to be imposing. he didn't like to stand tall and intimidating. it made him unpopular - they couldn't have an angel around who was unwilling to carry out his purpose! however, they couldn't push him off, couldn't make him fall, as yougnmi had done nothing wrong...

and so, they would send him away. they didn't want him around, so he was tricked. there was a great job that needed tending to, they told him. he'd be praised and make friends when he returned from it. at the time, he hadn't realised it was a ploy to get him out of the way. of course, youngmi was just a baby when it came to figuring the world out, he had no prior experience with humans. knew nothing of their culture or how to blend in. hell, he even had his wings on show when he first stepped foot among them, in a time where monsters were myths and legends for kids to fantasise over-. 

he was quick to learn though. he kept his wings hidden. it's a habit he's retained to this day - he doesn't like people he can't tust to see them. he learned many things. humans weren't... the wonderful, funny things he'd once thought they were... they were cruel, rude to him, merciless when he tried to figure out the way everything worked. for the first5 3 years, he spent time learning of the world and travelling. he learned greek and spanish. but he'd never really figured out /humanity/. he thought he had, when he met a kid who he quickly became friends with. with a childlike mentality towards humans, still wide-eyed and curioous about learning their cultures and customs. his knew friend and his friend's sister helped him with that. 

something changed two years later though. his friend's sister had been killed by a monster. youngmi had never confessed to being an angel - he still blames himself for not being able to stop his friend's rage at creature-kind, when he might've once been able to. they grew distant, split ways. youngmi wished he'd done things differently. but he couldn't change the past, it was time to leave a childhood behind and embark on his own adulthood.

arriving in the city of dreams (chosen by the angel for its name - it sounded like a place he could fulfill his ambitions!!) - he was quick to find the dream guard.

once upon a time, youngmi had been a minor angel, with less power and not a high rank. he was background news, and that worked perfectly for him. things changed after his death in june, 2051. after a tangle with mortem's squad 719's leader, whom at the time he thought was a grieving father, youngmi was crushed beneath the rubble of a derelict building. an axe and unstable house did not mix. youngmi pushed his attacker out of harm - but made no futile attempt to save himself when the building came crashing down on top of him. to this day, when faced with situations that remind him of his misfortune, his breath becomes quick and heavy, his eyes water and he can't help but lose himself to the feelings of dispair.

after days of staring longingly towards his precious guard, he was called upon. unsure whether this was a second attempt to be rid of him, or an act of pity, youngmi swiftly accepted the position of an archangel. with six wings and a great deal more strength, in the future, he hopes to defend himself and his family, the guard.