Fuego Rogue
12-07-08, 10:00 AM
Name: Daniel “Fuego” Ridenour
Age: 19
Race: Fire Elemental
Hair Color: Sandy
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 165lbs
Personality: This young cocky punk is wild and immature. He is determined to stand strong and alone against the world. He despises the idea of authority existing over his life. Despite his many faults he is also persistent, self-disciplined and a very hard worker. Seldom will he allow himself a day off. From sunrise to sunset he pushes himself to make the most of everyday. Everyday he pushes himself to new standards.
Appearance: Fuego’s body is a result of Darwinism at work. Having been abandoned at birth, he was pushed from the start to fight for his life. Beating after beating he has taken by life, and time after time he has risen victorious. His body is now well tuned, sleek and muscular. His hands and feet are rough and callused. Pale scars are etched into his arms from his many hardships.
His face is just as rough as the rest of his body. His skin is tanned, and his chin is scruffy. His eyes are cold towards others, piercing and untrusting. His sandy colored hair is as wild as he is. It is long for a boy but not terribly so, and it is wavy going where it pleases.
Equipment:
Zazhiera: A sword carved of the essence of fire by the most powerful of elementals. Zazhiera is a family heirloom, a testament to Fuego’s true identity. The sword was made for the weakest of elementals to help them draw out their power. It is among a class of sword known as the “Guardian Embers.”
Although these swords existed in almost every house hold at one point in time, they are few in number now. In a selfish time like this, a sword forged by the strong for the weal is lost and forgotten. The swords have the power to increase in power with its master, but unlike its master it has a limit to how strong it can become.
Zazhiera is a short sword with a dark grey blade and a fire red hilt. It has no sheath, so Fuego’s wraps hers blade is cloth when it is not being used. Her blade is as strong as steel; although only the strongest elementals truly understand what she is made of.
Powers – Through focusing Fuego’s powers he can call out Zazhiera’s essence and engulf the sword in flames strengthening her power. This will only last for thirty seconds though, long enough for about one assault. He can only use this once per fight, and must rest and catch his breath for a little while after the fight before he will be able to call one her again. Not only because of his own lack of power, but also because of the strain it places on Zazhiera.
After engulfing the sword in fire, Fuego can direct Zazhiera’s power at a target and release the flames from her in a ball of fire. This over course means that he will then have to rest again before calling on the sword’s core again.
Skills:
Swordplay: Average
Heat Vision: Fuego is able to light on a slightly larger scale then humans, but for him to be able to focus this, he needs to dim away the other lights. In other words, in the dark or shadows he is able to see different patterns in heat. This is imperfect though and only appears to him as a soft glow around the edges of the bodies of heat in which he is viewing.
Fire Resistance: Fuego is resistant to contact with fire short periods of time, and he can withstand higher levels of heat than an average mortal. Although in reverse, his body becomes weaker in the cold.
History: "What do you mean you're not joining us?" Sara asked. Her face was softer than her brother's. Her body was not as rough from having lived on the streets. Although she had also been abandoned at birth, she had been taken by a kind family, and her life had not been as hard. Despite her softer appearance she shared the same sandy hair and sky blue eyes.
"I've been alone my entire life, struggling just to survive. Now you show up, tell me your my sister, and you need my help. How should I respond? I have no interest in being a family or standing united against some alliance of our kind." Fuego sternly replied.
"So you would join those heretics who stand against us?"
"No, I have no interest of uniting myself with anyone. I have lived my life so far on my own. Why should I give up such a wonderful life now?"
"I'm sorry for the life you were forced to live, but that is the way of our race. You can hate our family if you want, but I never thought you would turn your back on us."
"Well, that is because you don't know me."
"No, I suppose I don't. Maybe someday you will change your mind, but there is nothing more I can do to convince you. Please consider your options carefully." Sara turned to leave, pausing only to uncover a dark grey sword and stick it in the ground. "At least take this gift as a token from the family. Her name is Zezhiera." With that she left without another word.
Age: 19
Race: Fire Elemental
Hair Color: Sandy
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 165lbs
Personality: This young cocky punk is wild and immature. He is determined to stand strong and alone against the world. He despises the idea of authority existing over his life. Despite his many faults he is also persistent, self-disciplined and a very hard worker. Seldom will he allow himself a day off. From sunrise to sunset he pushes himself to make the most of everyday. Everyday he pushes himself to new standards.
Appearance: Fuego’s body is a result of Darwinism at work. Having been abandoned at birth, he was pushed from the start to fight for his life. Beating after beating he has taken by life, and time after time he has risen victorious. His body is now well tuned, sleek and muscular. His hands and feet are rough and callused. Pale scars are etched into his arms from his many hardships.
His face is just as rough as the rest of his body. His skin is tanned, and his chin is scruffy. His eyes are cold towards others, piercing and untrusting. His sandy colored hair is as wild as he is. It is long for a boy but not terribly so, and it is wavy going where it pleases.
Equipment:
Zazhiera: A sword carved of the essence of fire by the most powerful of elementals. Zazhiera is a family heirloom, a testament to Fuego’s true identity. The sword was made for the weakest of elementals to help them draw out their power. It is among a class of sword known as the “Guardian Embers.”
Although these swords existed in almost every house hold at one point in time, they are few in number now. In a selfish time like this, a sword forged by the strong for the weal is lost and forgotten. The swords have the power to increase in power with its master, but unlike its master it has a limit to how strong it can become.
Zazhiera is a short sword with a dark grey blade and a fire red hilt. It has no sheath, so Fuego’s wraps hers blade is cloth when it is not being used. Her blade is as strong as steel; although only the strongest elementals truly understand what she is made of.
Powers – Through focusing Fuego’s powers he can call out Zazhiera’s essence and engulf the sword in flames strengthening her power. This will only last for thirty seconds though, long enough for about one assault. He can only use this once per fight, and must rest and catch his breath for a little while after the fight before he will be able to call one her again. Not only because of his own lack of power, but also because of the strain it places on Zazhiera.
After engulfing the sword in fire, Fuego can direct Zazhiera’s power at a target and release the flames from her in a ball of fire. This over course means that he will then have to rest again before calling on the sword’s core again.
Skills:
Swordplay: Average
Heat Vision: Fuego is able to light on a slightly larger scale then humans, but for him to be able to focus this, he needs to dim away the other lights. In other words, in the dark or shadows he is able to see different patterns in heat. This is imperfect though and only appears to him as a soft glow around the edges of the bodies of heat in which he is viewing.
Fire Resistance: Fuego is resistant to contact with fire short periods of time, and he can withstand higher levels of heat than an average mortal. Although in reverse, his body becomes weaker in the cold.
History: "What do you mean you're not joining us?" Sara asked. Her face was softer than her brother's. Her body was not as rough from having lived on the streets. Although she had also been abandoned at birth, she had been taken by a kind family, and her life had not been as hard. Despite her softer appearance she shared the same sandy hair and sky blue eyes.
"I've been alone my entire life, struggling just to survive. Now you show up, tell me your my sister, and you need my help. How should I respond? I have no interest in being a family or standing united against some alliance of our kind." Fuego sternly replied.
"So you would join those heretics who stand against us?"
"No, I have no interest of uniting myself with anyone. I have lived my life so far on my own. Why should I give up such a wonderful life now?"
"I'm sorry for the life you were forced to live, but that is the way of our race. You can hate our family if you want, but I never thought you would turn your back on us."
"Well, that is because you don't know me."
"No, I suppose I don't. Maybe someday you will change your mind, but there is nothing more I can do to convince you. Please consider your options carefully." Sara turned to leave, pausing only to uncover a dark grey sword and stick it in the ground. "At least take this gift as a token from the family. Her name is Zezhiera." With that she left without another word.