Welcome
to Firestorms Lair!
Hello I am Firestorm. Welcome to my lair. Go ahead and look around but don't touch anything except the floor or the door!
Name:
Firestorm**
Tribe: Arnor Flame
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Abilities*: Flare, Faerie Lights, Rekindle, Flame Burst, Pysic Combustion
Parents: Unknown
Firestorm's story
CUB- Firestorm's caccoon sat in the open unprotected. Buzzards circled from above. A buzzard swooped down and tried to peck the caccoon. Soon the air was filled with the scent of burning feathers. A small cub ran from them occasionally shooting out flames. He came to the door of a large castle. He blasted a small hole in it and ran in.
TEEN- Firestorm trotted through the passages of the castle silently. He snuck into the kitchen and stole some leftover pie. He ate it and trotted out carefully avoiding the cook. He pushed some barrels and crates around and layed down in his little corner of the celler. He yawned and dreamed of better lives for himself.
ADULT- Firestorm awoke with a start. He looked around and heard three voices coming closer to his celler. He ducked behind some boxes and watched as two Egyptan and an elf walked in. "I smell something," said the green and tan one. "It smells like it is coming from over there," said the green and silver one. "You two go back to your forest I'll handle this," replied the elf. "Yes, milady." The two Egyptan disapeared up the steps. "Coe out little fella. I won't hurt you," said the elf. "What is your name?" croaked Firestorm. "Gilraen. And yours?" "Firestorm." "Well Firestorm, come here do you wish tostay here with us?" "Yes, I would like to stay here." "Well than I guess I should make you your own home. Come on I'll introduce you to the others."
*= These abiltiies are based on ones from Dungeons and Dragons.
**= Firestorm is a custom made by Gilraen