Passionated to gain power, to strengthen his fire and help those who are worth fighting for. He always seems joyful in any challenge ahead. He knows how to keep his joy for himself and can, even though his fiery joy, look pretty shady. When a fight gets fierce he can get more serious.

The strongest are meant to rule, is what he believes. Without any strength you can’t save yourself and so you can’t save others. It is nature’s way that the strong survive and the weak perish. He won’t save those who can’t save themselves by his own initiative.

Fire keeps his mind at ease and warms him up from the inside. And is his answer to almost any challange. The strength of the flames inside of him are so strong that he doesn’t have them always under control. Sometimes he accidentally lit things on fire because of this. Others normally don’t see him scared, he tries to avoid that what scares him. The only thing that truly scares him is water. He would never consider going near water except for when he has to travel by the way of a boat.

I discovered my ability to create fire at a very young age. Always picking things up, toying around with them. Then one day, out of nowhere, when I held this ugly doll, of one of the other children of my town, it set aflame. Burned to ashes, the little girl walked in when this happened and cried for days. The flames that I held inside grew within a short time. Bringing more problems with everyday that passed.
They started to look down on me and tried to avoid me. Scared that I would burn them just like that doll. I felt like it would be better if I left them, so I did. I didn´t no where to go, as long as they were save from me. I started wandering through the wilderness, learned myself how to gather and hunt. I had to learn what was save to eat the hard way. How to build myself a save place to stay the night. Lucky for me I was always warm inside, never to be cold. I lived for years in this wilderness. Practiced to control the flames, trying to learn new tricks. Until I was sure enough that I couldn’t hurt someone by accident. I started to travel from town to town. I never stayed for long, since nothing ever felt like being home. After a while I met a guy from the Zhentarim, we met in a simple tavern on town square. He told me about them, what they do, how they work. At first I was a bit skeptical about this organisation, but I learned soon enough that they were my home, my family.

Why I joined the Zhentarim [wip]