Post by Flame on Sept 30, 2006 22:45:16 GMT -5
Name: Jonathan Smith
Nickname: Flame
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Looks: Hair dyed the brightest red he could find, Flame, as he prefers to be called, has a bit of an odd style. He has made sure that he always has his colored contacts in, cinnamon colored with flecks of gold. His short hair is spiked with black or gold tips most of the time. He wears a diamond stud in his left ear, and his lip is pierced with a silver ring.
Theme Song (Optional): Imma Shine by Youngbloodz
Personnel or Patient: Patient
Species (personnel must be human): Fire Elemental
Personality (at least 1 paragraph): Flame is a wise ass to be quite frank. He has no rules that he hasn’t broken, no restriction that he hasn’t gone against, no limit not pushed. Flame thinks his gift is meant to be used and wastes no energy searching for matches or lighters, he often starts fires for the fun of it. I guess another way to describe Flame is pyromaniac. Call him by the name given to him at the orphanage and you’ll be in ICU to be treated for really bad burns.
History (at least 1 paragraph): Flame has had an interesting childhood. He was raised in an orphanage and given the name Jonathan Smith, though he never uses that name. He started going by Flame at age six, after he discovered that when a small fire was started in the boy’s room, he didn’t get burned at all. At age eight, Flame was able to make his own fires, delighting in making the staff members scream and scurry around like the children. Everyone soon grew wary of Flame and stayed away from him, couples that came were warned and Flame soon grew to have contempt for all humans in the back of his eyes, normally a lovely golden color. As he hit age twelve, Flame had had enough of the orphanage scene. He burned a section of wall down and escaped, no one bothering to go after him in the dead cold of winter in his native Russia. Flame lived on the streets for a long time after that, making a comfortable living as he never got cold and could lead people in snowstorms. When he turned eighteen, Flame was arrested for petty theft and arson. It was go to jail where he would be kept in a rubber room, his hands bound behind his back all day, or to this special school. Flame had learned to read and write, but he’d never had an education really. He opted for the school.
Nickname: Flame
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Looks: Hair dyed the brightest red he could find, Flame, as he prefers to be called, has a bit of an odd style. He has made sure that he always has his colored contacts in, cinnamon colored with flecks of gold. His short hair is spiked with black or gold tips most of the time. He wears a diamond stud in his left ear, and his lip is pierced with a silver ring.
Theme Song (Optional): Imma Shine by Youngbloodz
Personnel or Patient: Patient
Species (personnel must be human): Fire Elemental
Personality (at least 1 paragraph): Flame is a wise ass to be quite frank. He has no rules that he hasn’t broken, no restriction that he hasn’t gone against, no limit not pushed. Flame thinks his gift is meant to be used and wastes no energy searching for matches or lighters, he often starts fires for the fun of it. I guess another way to describe Flame is pyromaniac. Call him by the name given to him at the orphanage and you’ll be in ICU to be treated for really bad burns.
History (at least 1 paragraph): Flame has had an interesting childhood. He was raised in an orphanage and given the name Jonathan Smith, though he never uses that name. He started going by Flame at age six, after he discovered that when a small fire was started in the boy’s room, he didn’t get burned at all. At age eight, Flame was able to make his own fires, delighting in making the staff members scream and scurry around like the children. Everyone soon grew wary of Flame and stayed away from him, couples that came were warned and Flame soon grew to have contempt for all humans in the back of his eyes, normally a lovely golden color. As he hit age twelve, Flame had had enough of the orphanage scene. He burned a section of wall down and escaped, no one bothering to go after him in the dead cold of winter in his native Russia. Flame lived on the streets for a long time after that, making a comfortable living as he never got cold and could lead people in snowstorms. When he turned eighteen, Flame was arrested for petty theft and arson. It was go to jail where he would be kept in a rubber room, his hands bound behind his back all day, or to this special school. Flame had learned to read and write, but he’d never had an education really. He opted for the school.