I got it when I was sixteen. It was to commemorate a group of people who made sure to keep me laughing and smiling even when I was going through a very rough time of my life. My family had suffered through a tough divorce, and when my mother split from my father, she took us and moved in with her new boyfriend. We then got a different house further away, but was still able to go to my old high school simply because my mother had a job in the same town and could transport me there. She lost her job, though, and I had to transfer in the middle of the year to a school that... was the cliquiest school in the entire area, and was barely able to make it even into the 'outcast' group. Socially defunct, I turned back to a game that I had once played, World of Warcraft, and joined up once again.. When I came back, I joined a guild called Cruentus Angelus which means "Blood Angels" in latin.
These guys helped me through a time when I was socially and mentally a wreck and kept me sane, happy, and laughing through all hours of the night, but sadly all things come to an end and eventually the guild disbanded. I chose to commemorate what they did for me and never forget them by choosing to forever make and brand myself as a 'Blood Angel,' which is what that tattoo stands for.
The point of this story is that tattoos aren't about cool things, or at least they shouldn't be. They should be about a sentimental thing that means a lot to you, something that's not going to change. It's not about your favorite band, or your favorite game, or your favorite anything. It's about something that has
meaning to you.
