Always running.
Always hiding.
Called a monster, a mutant.
Can't let anyone know that she is different. Aislynn has always been different. Born with wings she was an outcast from the start. They wanted to get rid of her when she was born, but they decided to let her live. Aislynn then discovered her powers. Magic, the ability to create shields, manipulate objects, control people.
Destroy things. She was abandoned by her family, and roams the streets, just trying to survive, wearing a harness to conceal her wings. When a kind man named Cole takes her in, her life changes, maybe for the better.
But when the day comes that Reven, a rogue Mutant, threatens the very existence of the human race the humans find that they need people like Aislynn. That they need her. The army puts together a team of Mutants with different abilities to go into battle, but when Reven and Aislynn meet for the first time he gives her a choice: to fight for the freedom of Mutants, or fight for the the people she hates.
Now she must choose to fight for what she believes is right, a choice that is hard to make, because there are still good people no matter how many bad people are in the world.
Waking up in the body of a Romani Archiman is acceptable. Getting 3rd and 1st True Magics is nice. Getting Beasts as pets - delightful. The world of DxD is unforgivable. It's a world where some teenagers who aren't even two decades old somehow mystically defeat the descendants of legendary heroes, ancient demons, powerful dragons, etc. Why does this happen? Simply because! Simply put, this world only makes sense because it doesn't. And now, I have to put up with the fact that I live here. Such pain. (DxDxMulti)