Dark blue flames instead of the natural red.

his flames are dark red with blue tips, that will slowly turn black.

As a child, Brandon grew up in a very small safe haven named "the village". It was a small community of five families in a small cluster of buildings located what could long ago have been called a motel. The village was a group that had separated from another safe haven because of their belief that magic wasn't a bad thing. Each family that had separated to the village was harboring a magic user, be it a child, parent, or grandparent. Brandon was one of those children. At a young age he was an obvious user of the fire magics. whenever he was near a fire it would turn a dark blue and seem to grow a bit. As the years passed he was able to control and manipulate it almost like a second nature. Brandon did have a temper however, and when he was angry, he wasn't always able to control his abilities. It wasn't uncommon for Scorch marks to be found nearby outside when he was angry or upset.
When Brandon was eleven everything changed however.
While he was sleeping he had what he thought was a dream. He got up, and it looked as if he was home, but things seemed odd. Which was increased when he saw himself laying in his bed, and what seemed to be a shadowy figure next to him. When it looked up at him, a disturbing smile crept across its face and it dived into his body. Brandon watched in horror as his body woke up and cackled gleefully as black flames surrounded it. Brandon watched as his body began to flings black flames at the walls. Not knowing what else to do he leapt at his body, and sank into it, waking up. But even though he was awake he couldn't control his actions. Tears rolled down his face as a voice spoke within his head, telling him that his own body was no longer his, and he was never going to get it back. The only thing Brandon could do was scream for it to stop.
His parents burst into his room, horrified and nit knowing what was happening. Brandon's body turned to them as he screamed for it to stop, and the voice in his head laughed as his arm raised itself and the black flames flew forward and consumed his parents almost instantly. nothing but ashes floated to the ground moments later, the voice still laughing.
Brandon's body froze. The voice cut off its laugh as it cursed in confusion. The flames around Brandon changed to a dark red tinged with blue as his tears blurred his vision. All he could do was mutter over and over "get out of my body". His tears stopped as the voice laughed and said it would never leave. Brandon's hands clasped the sides of his head as he screamed at it to leave, black flames sprouting from his body, attempting to take back control. The flames of the boy and the voice each grew until the room was filled with it. with one final shout, Brandon pushed every ounce of his energy into trying to repel the voice in his head. What happened instead was catastrophic. The flames suddenly began swirling and shortly after they all flew outwards from his body, creating a great fiery explosion....
Brandon lay in the burning rubble of what was once the village. Tears marked their trails down his soot cover face as he cried. everything he had ever know had been destroyed thanks to the shadow. as he lay there, the voice in his head faded. but it spoke to him, saying it was not leaving but simply letting him take control. however he would seize control the first chance he could get, and he would destroy anything or anyone else that he would come to love and call his own. as the sun rose the voice finally winked out, leaving Brandon alone in the leftovers of his old life...

over the years between that fateful night, Brandon wandered alone in the landscape. he never stayed in one place and only ever stopped at a safe haven for supplies, and always said he was just traveling to hear the news of each place if asked why he was there. While he travels, he seldom uses his magics of fire unless he needs a fire or to kill something trying to kill him. He fears that at some point the shadow will be back, and that it will someday take control once more if he uses his magics to often.