Styrmir

The crackling thunder laid waste to the forest, leaving behind trails of fire and ash. 

Winds howled and mangled against the ruined bark chipping away smithereens into the sky. 

A branch stood on its last legs before finally splitting ways.

It fell and fell, buried in smoke and dust.

As time went on, it mended itself together, the winds putting piece by piece together and the blazes molding its shape. 

There it arises, the person made from storms. 

Observing the world around it, it couldn't help but adore the sorcery that brought it into the world. 

So it tears off sheets and layers from the charred woods to compile its own tome, one that'll record  his own knowledge of the things that birthed him.

"Ahah-! It seems that spell has backfired! Oops!"

Theme:  Mr Asyu. - Haunted Dance

• Has a perpetual smile on his face.
• Loves bullying cowboys!
• Except for that one because they creep him out.
• A devious cheeky bastard that likes to be playful, but he knows his limits and does get concerned at times.
• LOOOOOOOOOOOOVEEEEEEES playing with fire! Oh, and wind is alright, I guess (He fucking loves airblasting)
• Probably responsible for like most of the forest fires in his world
• "It's for a good cause" WRONG!
• Kind of immortal I guess. Can set himself on fire and turn into ash but eventually he becomes together again.
• Currently hiding in someone's house rent free.
• Grown ass man get a job!
• Mains Pyro TF2