The world is changing leaving normal behind as it dashes forward into a new age of super powered humans. Some will strive to protect law, justice, the innocent, and all things just; others will seek their own personal wealth, power, destruction, and chaos. The road of life is filled with choices that must be made, these choices define us making us who we are and driving every choice there after. It is unknown what choices will lead to the greatest good and what choices will deliver the world to evil. The only certainty in the life of a super hero, and in the lives of everyone, is that the choices have to be made.

CS template:

Character name:
Superhero name:(These will most likely be made in game, but if you have your heart set on one or are recycling a character go ahead and use it :D)

Appearance: (The way you look before your powers/while you are in street clothes)
Costume/physical changes: (Not everyone needs a costume to be a hero)

Niche:

Power Source:

Powers:

Defining moment:

Bio/short back story: (You can combine this with their defining moment)

Insight to personality:

~Hypothetical insertion of your character into a scenario with out powers. One paragraph or more. This is not required or really necessary but it was a passing notion that I decided to keep :D~

{Your character is in a grocery store shopping with ~person they care the most for in the world~. The two of them are making their way down the isles, moving past and through all the colorful people that can only be found in large buildings. As your character starts to stock the conveyer belt with their food stuffs they notice out of the corner of their eye that the man a check out over is sweating profusely and has what appears to be a gun tucked under his jacket. While not drawing attention to yourself you asses the man, middle aged, balding, smells of alcohol, sweat, and a smell you cant place but your mind associates with drugs. The man raises his voice to the young red headed cashier that has just rung him up. He seems to disagree with the amount on the monitor, his hand starts straying dangerously close to the gun you noticed earlier. Your characters actions are as follows: }

Please post a CS as soon as you can so you and I can approve or modify it to be approved.

Name: Damian Stevens

Superhero Name: VULTURE

Appearance:
-Black / African-American, Athletic Build, Short Wavy Black Hair
-Plain Leather Jacket with Hoodie,
-Black Slim-cut Jeans,
-Fingerless Black Gloves,
-and Boots; (while patrolling the skies as the Vulture & just casually).

Niche: Gritty Mercenary

Power Source: Mutant Genetic

Powers: Large Demonic Black Wings

Weapons:
-Nightstick
-Dual Hand-guns
-Pocket-Knife

Defining Moment:
The moment he first got his powers after being thrown off a skyscraper by gang members at what seemed to be imminent death.

Personality Insight:
~Without much hesitation, Damian extends his wings and leaps forward in front of the red-headed cashier before him in a bold effort to protect her. Bullets ping off his black wings and he kicks the gun out of the drunkards hands. As the drunkard tries to make an escape, Vulture swoops over the aisles and lands atop the perpetrator with his steel-toe boots. The drunken man tries putting up a fight landing a few jabs in but Vulture counters with a powerful kick sending the assailant flying across the supermarket and into shelves of assorted snacks. With the drunk down for the count, Vulture hurries back to his groceries but stops dead in his tracks when he starts hearing sirens from the distance. He waves the shaken cashier goodbye to no response and flies out the store- ... just another day.

Character name: Mat Eastridge

Superhero name: Actual name is Barsavis but it isn't like he has it on a jersy or something. Most people know him by his work throughout the ages... the Boogie Man.More intellectual people refer to him as Beacon because he signs his notes -B-

Appearance: Anglo with dark hair. He looks pretty common place for America, wearing jeans and a t-shirt with artistic designs. Easy going with a neat cut of hair and some stubble that could fit in most environments. Is a hoodie addict in cold weather, and loves shorts and sandals in warm weather. Altogether he is not someone who makes much of an impression in appearences.

Costume: A swath of vines, roots and natural growths surround a crystalline armour. Embedded inside, and mounted on his chest is a beetle (hence Bogie "beetle" man.) His spectral form is like his costume, only dark like a shadow

Niche: Covert operations (stealth based telekenetic)

Power Source: Dream



Defining moment:
Barsavis does not have a pivotal moment, per-se, just as a river does not have a distinct moment when rivulets of melting snow suddenly are called a river. However, the time things changed was when he used his powers while awake. He had been told an important message in his dreams that he could use his abilities in waking life... and it was a correct hypothesis. At that moment, the hero he had always been now had the tools to perform.







Supporting Characters: Barsavis has a wife, Autumn. Barsavis believes he has found 3 other supers that do not know that they have similar abilities as him. He thinks that Autumn is the embodiment of the season. His Father-in-law is the embodiment of the winter solstice (Chris), and his mother-in-law is Winter. These characters all function as humans, are humans, and function in human society like any other. However, he suspects that they can control the season if they learn how.

Character name: Myka Karev (Mika Williams)
Superhero name: Black Titan or simply Titan.

Appearance: Myka is of Russian decent, her skin is rather light with little to no blemishes appearing on her. She keeps her dark hair cut short and is known for dying parts of it various colors, depending on how she feels. Her outfits tend to lean more towards a greyscale color scheme with the occasional deep purples and reds, she makes sure to stay away from orange, pink and yellow. Standing only five seven and weighing no more than one hundred and five pounds Myka appears small to most but does not let this psyche her out.



Niche: Brawler, Tactician.

Power Source: The Marium Sphere, Bestowed Powers.

Powers:


Defining moment: The murder of her mother and father, former Crimeboss of the Karev family, at the Bratva's hands forcing her to go into hiding.

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Adorned in a simple purple dress with a pair of dark brown wooden heels, Myka was not prepared for a fight but sometimes you don't have a choice. She watched as the man continued shouting at the red headed girl, his hand edging towards the gun slowly as his volume increased. It's gonna be like this is it? she paused and asked herself as she watched the man grip the gun. A small basket caught in the crook of her elbow held a gallon of milk, loaf of bread, carton of eggs and some other pretty generic and useless items. Her eyes locked onto the hard glass grape jelly container she had picked up, gripping the small jar in her left hand she spun on her heel and released the basket of items on the man as he ripped the gun from the jacket. The basket along with the items inside bounced off the man ineffectively but gave Myka the moment of surprise. Within two steps, she was on top of the man and brought the hard glass jar into the side of his skull. The following sound was loud enough to make everyone witnessing the scene wince as it shattered on his solid bone. The glass went flying everywhere as blood and jelly mixed, splattering on the floor. The pair's blood now covered the aisle they stood in, Myka's from her hand and the man from his head. The man was clearly dazed as he stumbled sideways holding onto a nearby rack of candy for support. Myka's hand burned with pain as more blood continued to drip down her forearm, only intensifying with each passing moment but this wasn't time to focus on the pain. Instead Myka ripped off the hardwood open toed heels, tossing one off to the side and gripping the other as some makeshift object. Grabbing the man by his jacket she managed to sway his body weight towards her continuing to keep him off balance as she beat on his wounded skull with the heel. Shouting in a mixture of rage and pain the man now regained focus, grabbing Myka by her hair and twisting her sideways pulling off her balance and making her drop the heel. He began shouting obscenities as he rasied the gun at the cashier. Seeing her opportunity, Myka slammed her fist into the unprotected groin of the male easily taking some fight out of him while striking hard enough to force the wind from his lungs in a deep heaving sound. Both gasping for breath, Myka managed to strike first as she slammed her small frame into the larger male and latched onto the arm holding the gun. They came crashing to the floor with Myka scrambling to grab his wrist before placing her hand on top of his holding the gun. Squeezing the trigger she allowed the gun to make a continuous popping sound aiming it away from the bystanders who simply watched. Shells came dropping to the floor with a light dinging sound as the bullets were discharged. With the gun empty and the assailant out of commission she pushed herself up from him and stumbled back into the group of people who stood in the line. With a quick glance she adjusted her dress and scanned the faces of them, speaking to the cashier firmly "You gonna call the cops lady? before a simple groan escaped the robber.

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Character name: Leanne Kerns
Superhero name: None yet of course but "Lepton"

Appearance: Pale, with black wavy hair down to her shoulders. She has brown eyes, wears pretty vivid lipstick and paints her nails. She's around 5'6, with an athletically-built body and a thin, kind of bony face. She wears quite a bit of jewelry and enjoys scarves.
Costume/physical changes: I'm not really sure about a costume, but probably just kind of blue-color range stuff over Kevlar. There's probably a picture of an atom on there somewhere but not really conspicuous. She is a simple woman in that regard. She wears gloves in case she does something really illegal and doesn't want to leave fingerprints, a mask just to be safe, and some colored contact lenses (blue!).

Niche: Possibly speedster. She's quite good at breaking and entering if needed.

Power Source: Your average MMR shot....that wasn't your average MMR shot. She was too young to remember, but she started crying as a man in a white coat stormed into the small doctor's office and shouted at the top of his lungs "That's the wrong needle, you idiot!" Her mother was terrified, but was successfully (after a month or two) reassured that it was simply a vaccine for another nasty disease, that it would simply boost her immunity even more. Too afraid to complain that it burned and tingled and sent weird sensations up her arm, Leanne let the event slip slowly out of her memory. As far as she knows today, it was magic or ghosts or talking animals.

Powers: Manipulation of electrons. For free-moving electrons, she can interrupt or start an electrical current, although this works best (obviously) if there's a complete circuit available, but she can electrify metals for short periods of time. For electrons bound to atoms, she can excite them and cause the object made up of those atoms to heat up.
If she overuses her powers, she can screw up the bundle of nerves that makes the heart beat, or maybe throw her nerves out of balance and give herself a seizure. Really any electro/electrochemical component of her body is at risk.

Defining moment: One seemingly normal day, a music player or something of that sort ran out of battery. She couldn't have been more irritated, but...out of the blue, it turned back on and started charging. She was feeling pretty faint for the rest of that day, but after testing out and refining her powers, she thought, "Well dang, that makes me sorta responsible to be a crime fighter of some kind"

Insight to personality:
Stream of consciousness is as follows:
Oh god, oh god, oh god. He has a gun. That's illegal isn't it? I don't know if it's illegal. He's going to shoot her, oh god, oh god--SHUT UP, SELF. DO SOMETHING, YOU HAVE SUPERPOWERS.
Actions are as follows:
She doesn't move, and tries to be inconspicuous. She lifts her hand and squints hard at the gun. Concentrate, concentrate. Lives are at stake, damn it. The metal starts to glow orange after several painfully long seconds. Small threads of smoke begin to curl out from the man's jacket. Her mind makes time slow. Her heart is pounding. There are palpitations every other beat now, but it shouldn't take much longer. It won't be fatal to anyone, she reminds herself as a bit of remorse tugs at her; he'll just have a few burns. "Police," she orders the lady in a rare stern voice, "now." She turns away and covers her ears as the man tries to grab the superheated gun, evidently angered by Leanne's outburst. Luckily this is the main attraction, and she leaves the groceries and hurries out, the screaming and the smell of smoke ringing in her ears.
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She likes to think things over, and is especially uncomfortable in large crowds. Usually, she's quiet, patient and observant, and doesn't like to rush things. However, when she is with any handful of people she trusts, she spills stories and asks questions. She likes to call herself "Baddy McBadass" but this is a joking thing; apart from being humble, she's incredibly easy to defeat in hand-to-hand combat if she can't use her power. She doesn't like to hurt people, even "bad guys". She makes assumptions about people's personalities based on how they look and carry themselves, and tries her best to avoid those who look less friendly if she can.

I'm not understanding your power fully. Are you using electric manipulation to control it and use it in ways such a magnetizing and change the polarity of material like static shock. Or are you edward elric manipulating the atomic structure and removing electrons because that's a very hazy line where particles act as both energy and matter depending on a lot of really advanced concepts and laws in the subatomic world. If I'm not mistaken you could take enough electrons away to completely wreck an atom and cause an atomic reaction and kaboom anything and everyone.

I'm no scientist at all and most of what I'm saying probably has a lot of if ands or buts. But im just asking trying to understand your power.

Oh boy.
I think basically it comes down to moving them. I'm a sophomore in high school so I'm struggling with this but I am trying. If electrons are moving freely that's electricity I think, so she man make/stop currents, and if they're whizzing around an atom then the most she can do is change their energy level. She can't remove electrons from an atom, but she can sever or create atomic bonds. I should probably make an edit or two. Magnetism I understand a lot less, I've been told it's the same thing as electricity but that makes no sense to me so I probably won't be focusing at that at all.

...Ack, I totally missed this. >.< Um... What archetypes aren't taken so far?

Its a lot of complex booha I really don't know either. I think I would suggest to you looking up stuff like feats magneto has done and other superpowered beings who match your abilities and use them to understand limitations and such. I know Magneto was powerful enough to like bend light with magnets he's crazy but trying to use science explaining your powers is just hard I learned that after many failed characters.

Also for open roles and archetypes I think its more if you can get creative with your power. We still don't have a tank, magic, un or less powered person, sneaky/ninja nightcrawler/Batman. You could be a fancy pants and get like mimicry and become the wild card? Just pick your power and try to adjust into a role?

Uh-oh, seems like I have taken on quite a bit on second thought. Thank you for the suggestions, I think I'll make little edits throughout the day.

Character name:
Leopold Oromake

Superhero name:
Spot

Appearance:


Costume/physical changes:
No costume yet

Niche:
Teacher,/leader/tatician

Power Source:
Mutant

Powers:
Adjustable Feline physiology, (while the spots and basic anatomy are mostly immutable, he can draw on traits of other feline species, Leaping twice his height as a leopard, upper arm strength of a tiger, Able to emit a roar audible for 5 miles like a lion, things like that. )
portal generation, (just like portal, in A out B, limit to line of sight so he often keeps a laster pointer to focus on where to set up a portal on any solid surface.
mild healing factor (heals in more than half the time of a standard human)

Weakness:
Despite his healing factor, he is no more durable than a normal man. A bullet or knife will draw blood just as easily, and his bones and flesh do not mend instantaneously, just quickly. Horrific ADHD he takes medicine for with an inhaler on each mission, might lead to addiction/compulsion later on.

Defining moment:
Loosing his girlfriend due to his own power.

Bio/short back story:
One of the lucky few mutants born into expecting parents. His strange anatomy was not only accepted but embraced and rejoiced, for Leopold Oromake was born into a furry community. Due to obvious reasons he was home schooled for most his life as the changes kept happening year after year: feet, fur, tail, muzzle, etc. Finally, his body balanced out physically just as puberty came into play and he developed spots like all leopards do but then he started leaving spots all over the house, at first he thought he was shedding polka dots as the worlds lamest power until he tried to connect the dots and his pencil sunk into one spot and came out another. It was at this time that his parents decided to send him to a school for people like him, one of the many 'sky-high' type places that rose and fell every year from mobs, villains and overactive students blowing up half the campus for getting dumped on prom night.
It was there that he met a girl named Willow who could phase through solid objects and was down with his leopard look. They became high-school sweethearts until an accident occurred in their powers class where "a trans-phasal mater already in semi-flux is instantly trans-located in a non-wormhole manner". In simpler terms, her already loose particles were fully disjointed and she totally dispersed as she phased through his portal. He blamed himself for the loss and rededicated himself to schoolwork, majoring in English and computer software due to his love of videogames and written works hiding his speech impediments. He graduated in 2000 and in 8 years had his masters in English with a associates in computer programing.
In 2007 he Sued Valve Corporation for their game "Portal" as it was an absolute perfect replica of his mutant powers, even having gone to the demands of constructing a life sized replica of the portal game to prove the similarities. He was awarded a non-disclosed amount and in a bizarre twist awarded a permanent outside-consultant employment with the company (like fight club ). He worked for many years on his own to develop his portal generating powers while writing various scripts for games and other minor achievements. Where this was his ultimate goal from high school, he had never joined a superpower team or even donned spandex beyond the wrongdoing he would personally witness. Until now...

Insight to personality:
Leo's face twisted as his upper lip curled, his jacobs organ picking up a bad combination. He turns to track the scent as he touches willows arm on the back of her neck, the special spot that gave her goosebumps, it had the bonus effect to often made her get wispy on reflex so they used it as a silent communication that something was up. In a moment, Leopold slipped in with the total feline fluidity to interpose himself between the readhead and the man while his fur had grown out heavily in the few moments to a rich silver mane covered in spots. People were already giving the yelling man some distance but before the man could draw his gun there was a terrible roar that had everyone cringing, a 114 decible lions call was enough to cause the man pain intense enough for him to have to cover his ears. That gave Leopold the opening to thrust a hand into the mans jacket and remove the revolver with the speed only a cat can have. A moment later there were the chimes of six rounds hitting the floor, followed by the thunk of a Cylinder.

"Sorry about that, I had something in my throat. Will that be credit or debit?"

Notes -
He has been an active supporter and sponsor of the MSL: Mutant Sports League. A way for super powered individuals to demonstrate their powers in a safe and sane outlet in reflection of great American traditions of family and fair play.

...On second thoughts, can't really think of anything right now. Sorry, but I guess I'm out.

EDIT: DISREGARD THAT. Had an idea whilst I was out. It's amazing how ideas come to you after you get some fresh air. XD Hopefully it'll be done soon.

Character name: Máóhk Sun, More commonly called “Rodge”

Superhero name: Rodge?

Appearance: Rodge is a broad shouldered girl with dark skin and black eyes. She has a round face, high cheekbones dotted with a few freckles, and a large knife-like nose. She has nappy ginger hair, dye's it black. She think she her natural hair looks strange, for other-than-the-hair she takes after her native mother, and she doesn't want to draw attention to herself. She'll say she's 'curvy', but really has a few more curves than a model would, as she is a bit overweight. She claims to know how to 'clean up' but rarely does, preferring her work cloths, or dirty jeans and a t-shirt.

Costume/physical changes: None. Maybe a racing helmet?

Niche: Mechanic/Driver/Taxi

Power Source: No apparent powers.
Powers: No apparent powers.

Defining moment: Her best friend was killed in a car accident. Rodge, of course, worked on both cars involved, but it wasn’t the car that caused the accident, it was the whiskey on her breath and in her blood. This was the moment where Rodge lost all her faith. She began to hate and resent everything around her. This is what compelled her to leave home and seek another kind of life.

Bio/short back story:

Rodge was born and raised life in Montana on a Blackfoot reservation by her grandparents Her grandfather had a gift for repairing cars despite low resources. Their yard was always full of random parts and rusty cars. This was her childhood playground. Her grandmother was a kind woman and an excellent cook. She claimed to have had a spiritual ‘gift’ of some sort. Whenever Rodge asked her to prove it, Gram wound out the same old story about how she had abused the power when she was young and foolish, god took the power away as a consequence, but cursed her to have to tell everyone she met as a warning. When Rodge learned the word 'Senile' in school, she thought of her grandmother.

As she got older she helped her grandfather with cars. She was relatively happy, until her best friend died in a drunk driving accident. She began to hate home and everyone in it, everywhere she looked reminded her of the tragedy.

Her grandparents were very old, and had trouble relating to her, she didn’t have many friends after that. She never felt better after the accident, and no one wanted to be around her. She lacked the resources to feel fulfilled (rusty cars only drive so far…) and decided to leave home.

She applied for a technical college in Helena. She worked at a diner and a car garage to support herself while she was in school.

Earning associates degree in auto-mechanical engineering, she felt ready to take on the world. She souped up an old ford-truck and drove until she ran out of gas. She proved her skills and tried to settle down. But things never seemed to settle for Rodge. She got into an argument with her boss, and got fried. Rather than try to get a new job in the same city, she decided to start from scratch. Souped up an old beetle and drove until she ran out of gas.

She wound up in New Orleans. She got a job as a mechanic again, and met a nice boy. Ricky. This boy introduced her to street-racing (NOTE: I am not thinking that this is anything like the fast and the furious). She was better under the hood, but wasn’t bad behind the wheel, she had fun with that for awhile… Until things went sour between her and Ricky, a misunderstanding. He figured that violence was the best way to communicate his feelings, he misunderstood. Rather than try to find a new boyfriend in that city where she was fairly well established, she hit the road, looking for a fresh start. She souped up an old Chevy and… well… you get the idea.

She bounces around the dust-bowl like a ping pong ball, never settling in one place long enough to realize her ‘full potential’.

Insight to personality:

Rodge is a bit rough around the edges, and fiercely independent. Quick to anger, lead-footed behind the wheel. Relentless when a problem is presented to her.

She lives by the boy-scout motto 'be-prepared', she is never without her monkey wrench, a wine key, and a lighter.

Rodge is a skeptic, an atheist. Even though she has heard of these people with superpowers, but won’t believe it until she sees it. Likewise, she doesn’t take anyone at their word, only their actions define them. Like cars, the outside might be polished and shiny, with leather seats and an air freshener, but your engine might still be a lemon.

Shopping Fun:

It was freshman year of high school. Rodge and Mansi were in Helena at a grocery store. This was back when Rodge was still skinny and Mansi was still alive.

They lived for this, saving up pennies for enough gas to drive out of town. They didn’t care if it was a school day or other obligations were at hand or even what time of day it was, as soon as they thought they had enough for a full adventure they were off. Sometimes to a city, sometimes to nowhere (which Montana had plenty of).

They didn’t have a huge grocery like this one back home. The the girls giggled in fits at the abundant variety available under the sharp fluorescent lights. They needed a few supplies, and indulged in a few candies they couldn’t get back home. Mansi already had a lollipop unwrapped and in her mouth as they approached the counter.

Rodge and Mansi saw the gun, but didn’t blink. It wasn’t uncommon out here. Rodge wrinkled her nose at the smell of him, alcohol and drugs, and Mansi made a face as well. The two girls giggled as the man began to argue with the red-headed cashier.

Then he drew his gun. Spitting as he screamed "Give me the cash!". Rodge grabbed Mansi by the shoulder and the two girls pulled each-other away from the counter and ducked behind conveyer belt machine.

The cashier had gone as she handed the man bundles of cash with shaking fingers, hen he took off.

Adventurous Rodge and Mansi were the first two people back on their feet. They raced for the door and watched the man drive away.

In a matter of minutes there was a police officer, asking for a description of the man. Rodge heard the word 'car' and started listening. “... He went off in a… in a Camry… an grey '88 Camry!”

Rodge whipped around. “It wasn’t a Camry! it was a '88 626! They look similar but it was definitely a...”

The man giving testimony shook his head. “I know the 88 Camry! That was my own mothers car for years!” The police officer sided with the adult. Besides, what would a teenaged girl know about cars?

“Ugh! Come on Mansi.” They headed back to the truck, an ‘83 dodge Ram.

Mansi had accidentally stolen some of the items in the store. She, and everyone else was too shaken to notice. She still had the lollipop in her mouth, and her hands clutched a box of tampons and motor oil. After a few moments she gave Rodge a curious look. “Um… where are we going?”

“They are looking for the wrong car, they’ll never find him.”

Mansi put up some protest, but it was she who spotted the car first. They followed it around town, it wandered around until it stopped at a shabby apartment building. He went inside. Rodge and Mindy called the police… Rodge popped the hood of the 88’ 626 while Mindy ransacked the inside. “I need one of theses…” Rodge rearranged things under the hood and took a few souvenirs for herself, and Mindy found a 40 of miller high life and a ‘goodie bag’. They left the baggie and took the 40.

Rodge never knew if the man was brought to ‘justice’ or not. She and Mindy tried to go straight home after that… but ran out of gas a few miles out. They shared the 40 on the roof of the truck and stared out at the stars. In the morning the walked the last three miles. Her Grandfather was furious, to furious to understand that they had only run out of gas because they were following a badguy. He didn’t care that she was administering justice, she was grounded.

Deserted: Accepted

Shinobi: Accepted

Cliw: Accepted; For my sake Im going to say you an control electricity and create positive and negative
charges at will and into any material. Im not going to look much deeper than that.

Knighthawk: Slight revision necessary, im sure I didnt make it overly clear but the reality of superheros and mutants and all are extremely new to the world, not really long enough for a Mutant sports league, or those special schools with the bald wheelchair guy. So lets put a cap of about one year on the time your powers have been present, if you want to still keep the majority of your powers and such just bring them on suddenly. Like I mentioned at some point, up until recently all our characters have appeared normal, you can bring your appearance on suddenly like a WereCat transformation and the the portal power a newer development?

Eyeris: Accepted

Also, thanks for those who indulged my hypothetical :D and payed attention to the no powers part. lol

Thank you, I think I'll do the same

Much of his character is in his background. I'll try a different character, Something between ghost rider and human torch.

Character name:
Edan Debrigid the eighth

Superhero name:
Sinder

Appearance:


Costume/physical changes: (Not everyone needs a costume to be a hero)


Niche:
Assault

Power Source:
Magic

Powers:
Pyrokinesis
Immunity to heat (fire/laser/lava)

Weakness
His fire can never harm a woman.
While he can walk through a burning building, he still needs air to breathe and is otherwise mortal.
His body temperature is always at about a hundred and five without harm to him in his normal form, this makes him stick out easily on thermal scans.

Defining moment:
The first life he saved.

Bio/short back story: (You can combine this with their defining moment)
To know him you must know the goddess Brigid. Brigid is considered the patroness of poetry, smithing, medicine, arts and crafts, cattle and other livestock, and spring. Along with these attributes, she also is associated with fire. Any type of fire symbolism, including light, candles, illumination, heat, warmth or sunrises also belong to this goddess. Arrows, bells, thresholds and doorways are also included in Brigid symbolism. Several animal correspondences are also tied to Brigid, particularly ewe, dairy cows, bees, owls and serpents.
In the Middle Ages, the Celtic Goddess Brigid was syncretized with a Christian saint. Christian monks took the ancient figure of the mother goddess and grafted her name and functions onto her Christian counterpart, St. Brigid of Kildare. St. Brigid was associated with perpetual, sacred flames, such as the one maintained by 19 nuns at her sanctuary in Kildare, Ireland. The sacred flame at Kildare was said by Giraldus Cambrensis and other chroniclers to have been surrounded by a hedge, which no man could cross. Men who attempted to cross the hedge were said to have been cursed, go insane, die or be crippled.

Over a hundred years ago, there was a man who engaged himself on 'ye ole panty raid' to see these nineteen women. He entered the hedge maze and came upon a gorgeous woman whose hair was like flame, she offered to lead him to the women if she did a favor for him. He shook hands in ready agreement before even asking the cost, and was made her paladin/guardian/avatar.

When the bones of St brigid were taken to Igreja São João Baptista (Church of St. John the Baptist) in Lumiar in Portugal, his family line was freed to leave ireland as well so they came to america, sadly this is where things take a turn for the worse. The powers of brigid were growing weaker by the generation as the faith waned, and being imune to fire won't put food on the table outside of a carnival sideshow and so his grandfather became an arsonist for the irish mafia. His son, Edans father, tried to make up for his fathers sins and became a fireman which is a tradition that has come to him now, unfortunately, the blessing of brigid can't be divided, it can only be inherited upon the fathers death.

The moment of his fathers death was the first time Edan went into a burning building to save a woman, It was an elderly home where a grandmother had gotten stuck in the bathroom. She stayed alive by turning on the shower to ice cold and stayed low with an open window too small for anyone to get through. In the middle of the blaze he found himself facing a beautiful woman wearing a flaming hospital gown unharmed by the heat all around. She asked if he wanted the power to safe the womans life and he agreed without asking the cost. She renewed his bloodlines pact eight times thinned to its full power once more and every flame for a mile, from fireplace to forest fire went out all at once.

He rescued the grandmother who had kept herself rather safe waiting for him to open the door from the other side, it was then that he met her granddaughter and fell in love at first sight.

Insight to personality:

He 'felt' the scream of a woman in trouble, more-so that it was a natural redhead in growing trouble. Edan looked on to see a man goring increasingly belligerent, it seemed that any sort of conflict was doomed to failure. He kissed his wife on the cheek and walked over to the man. "Dude! Where have you been? Give me a hug man." He moved in faster than the balding guy could react and crushed him in a great bear hug, arm with gun stuck between the soft gut and the rock hard body of the fireman. "Oh hey, I got that hundred I owe you, you cant believe how much it saved me. Here let me get these groceries for you and i'll give you the change, sound good man?" The man was too flustered to do more than numbly nod as Edan helped pack the mans groceries and escort him out the store with a grip that could break wood.

"I know its bad man, but It gets better. Take the money, get a hotel, get sober and a good meal. Everything is better with steak and eggs, If not, go to any firehouse and ask for Edan."